A Interview with a damselI was inspired by Classic DID (Created-By-Caz) doing interviews with DID artists So I wanted to get the Damsels point of view I did send a similar list of questions to her and maybe with some encouragements she might reply. In the mean time I call my friend Shirley and she kindly consented to a phone interview.
Hello Good Friends, Today we are here to interview My Good Friend and Classic DID Damsel Shirley to get a damsels point of view.
#1 There are far fewer female who openly show interest in DID, Please tell us what got you started
S: When I was growing up I live in an area with very few kids my age and all of them where boys who didn't want to play with me. At age 9 an older boy who was 13 started to take an interest in me. He would Kidnap me and take me to a little shed he built in the woods where I would be bound, gagged and placed in mock perils. I was young and wanting for attention he gave me, He may have other motive but it
Sara's Italian Job Pt.1"Tttthhhssss ssss lllll rrrrrnnnn fffflllltttt!" Vicky snarled at me through the cloth stuffed in her mouth, visible through layers of clear tape plastered over her lips.Sara's Italian Job Pt.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Sssssttttt pppp bbbccchhh!" I snarled back through my identical gag at the freckled face held only centimetres from my own.
"Wwww ddddsss tttssss hhhhpppnnn wwwttthhh yyynnn?"
"Tttt hhhhpppnnsss ttttnnn yyynnnn tttnnn!"
"Wwwwhhhnn yyyynnn sssstttlll mmmmm cccssss!"
"Mmmmm dddnnntt ssstttlll nnntthhhnn!"
God this was tortuous. I'd spied half a dozen support pillars, a couple of sturdy office chairs and even a hook attached to a dangling chain, any of which a snooping girl could have been tied to. But I just had to be lashed against my least favourite detective in the world, to the point that my vision was filled with her freckled
Mother and Daughter Together for a Day"So why we here again mom?" Alex asked her mother who had her light golden brown hair pulled into a bun and was dressed up in a dark blue business suit with a matching skirt with nude pantyhose and matching high heel shoes. While Alex had her hair loosely around her shoulders with wearing a pink t-shirt with denim skirt and black tights with knee high brown boots.Mother and Daughter Together for a Day2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well I'm here helping out a friend with her security business, you're here to maybe learn a thing or two about the real world. Now that you moved out I think you could stand to learn a thing or two about how the real world works." Her mother replied as they walked through an empty bank on a warm Sunday afternoon.
"And what am I suppose to learn exactly?" Alex questioned.
"I'll explain how managing money and how stuff like that works as we monitor this place till the repairmen arrive and fix the security system." She explained as the bank manager came up to them.
"Ahh, you must be Sharon?" He politely said.
"No, she couldn't
Kidnapped while being KidnappedLisa was the daughter of a vast cookie empire owner, which their products never knew the shelf life at a store for more than a hour. Her great grandfather had came up with a cookie recipe that tasted so good you would swear there was drugs in the dough.Kidnapped while being Kidnapped1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Though rich and powerful and the closest human in the world to free cookies, Lisa was a young slim woman with dark raven hair wearing a dark blue outfit with black thigh socks and brown boots and didn‘t care for her family heritage. She had a distaste for cookies and most sweets and simply wanted a simple life other than one of a vast empire.
As Lisa walked down the sidewalk towards her small lavish home, she noticed the sun setting and looked at her phone to see it was getting late. Even though it was a safe street she knew she needed to get home. As she neared it though a van abruptly drove in front of her on the sidewalk.
"The hell?" Lisa cried out taking a few steps backwards before a gloved hand clamp around her mouth silenci
Sara's Evening with Trouble and Terror“COUSIN SARAAAAAAAA!” hollered the pair of nine year old boys as they flung their arms around my waist with such enthusiasm that I was almost knocked off my feet.Sara's Evening with Trouble and Terror1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hey it’s Trouble and Terror! Oof you’re both getting strong, one of these days you might end up squeezing me to death!” I exclaimed through the pair of arms tightly clamped around my diaphragm. The boys relinquished their grip and smirked with grins of pure mischief. Trouble and Terror were my nicknames for the pair. Their actual names were Edward and Toby Goodhall, my twin cousins.
Yep, my grandparents definitely concocted a potent genetic mix designed for multiple births, because Chris and I are not the only twins in my family. My Aunt Evie, my mum’s younger sister, had also given birth to a fraternal pair, though she’d given birth to two boys who actually looked fairly alike. Both average height for their age with green eyes and round faces, the only way to really tel
A gag phone callLindsy sighed after a long day at the office as she stood before her front door trying to find her house keys in her large book bag of a purse. Lindsy was a normal office worker, which she wore a business type top suit with a matching skirt with nude stockings and high heel shoes. After working a long hard day at her job, she would either head out for a drink with her co-workers or shuffle back home just to enjoy the emptiness of her house.A gag phone call1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She had no husband or kids or even a boyfriend, just a girlfriend which she knew since middle school that lived on the other side of town which they only met up and party on the weekends. Every time Lindsy thought about her she just wished she had a interest in female genders to possibly make her life better.
Finally having the door unlocked, she shuffled in and slam the door shut and locked it tightly as she kicked off her painful high heel shoes and dropped her work bag next to them knowing she wouldn't have to deal with it till Sunday. She then m
Underhanded Cheer Tactics"That damn Natalie! I will get her for this, no one makes a fool of me!" Nina declared as she paced around her room which was big as a small home.Underhanded Cheer Tactics2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What bothers the miss tonight?" Her servant asked with a dull and uncaring tone.
"It's Natalie again! She has gotten in my way again in my cheerleading group! She is making a mockery of me! I want her stopped!"
"Then why don't you miss?" The butler replied in the same tone.
"She has some very bothersome friends! If only they-" She began to say as she stopped as her face showed she had a idea, a devilish idea.
"Has the miss come up with something?" The butler asked.
"Yes, a idea that will get her out of my hair for good." Nina said with a laugh as lighting and rain began to pour down outside.
"Hows the Nina problem going?" Alex asked as she was dressed up in her softball outfit which was a dark red t-shirt with grey pants with red knee socks with her hair tied up with a red and white cap on her head.
"Awful, her last plan invol
A Case For Chris PhilipsExpecting another adventure from girl detective Sara Philips were you? Another tale of snoopy young ladies and daring escapades? Well, yeah, you'd be right. But this time you get me telling the story, her long suffering twin brother, Chris. My sister has probably said a lot about me. How I constantly irritate her by interfering in her detective adventures? Because I'm so inconsiderate in objecting to her facing mortal peril on an almost fortnightly basis. Maybe I'm just weird like that.A Case For Chris Philips1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anyway I'm younger than Sara by twenty two minutes, share the same hair and eye colour and get told constantly by distant relatives how alike we look, to our embarrassment. But the similarities end there. I spend my free time playing bass guitar in a band with my mates and going to every party I physically can. Compare that to my sister, who thinks hanging about in dingy warehouses, with or without rope and gag accessories, is a good evening out. And she thinks I'm the mad one.
The Game And The BetIt was the dead of winter and with school on holiday break, both Hana and Natalie were in Hana's house with Hana sprawled out on her living couch while Natalie was sprawled on the floor in front of the couch. Hana wore a large pink t-shirt with black sweat pants and white socks while Natalie wore a green long sleeve shirt with dark blue jeans and dark green socks. With no school for another week and being too cold to go out and it was the dry week for getting magazines of any kind, they both were being average teens such as being bored with nothing to do.The Game And The Bet3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Isn't there anything to do around here?" Natalie complained.
"It's not like I invited you over here, I planned to sleep the afternoon away." Hana shot back as Natalie wanted to just hang out with Hana only today.
"Maybe we should call up Alex to come over?" Natalie asked.
"Don't bother, she got a bunch of new games for Christmas and without a doubt she is deep into playing them." Hana replied.
"Maybe I'll head home then." Natalie huf
Sara's Italian Job Pt.2Back at Carrington Sixth Form College, at roughly the same time I was being re-imperilled, Rachel was facing her own ordeal, albeit a slightly less hazardous one. She was scouring the building with her phone pressed against her ear, calling me for the tenth time. She was unaware my phone was currently property of the mysterious Italian, so when I failed to answer again she muttered, "Damn it Sara, where did you get to?"Sara's Italian Job Pt.22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She decided to recheck our common room, but as she raced up the stairs she was intercepted by a posh sounding voice. "Ah just the bonny lass I was hoping to meet."
Rachel then noticed the dark haired lad waiting for her on the staircase and exclaimed, "Oh nooooeeeil. Hi Neil!"
Neil was indeed waiting for her, a self-assured smirk reaching from ear to ear as he held out a couple of gifts. "I brought you Maggie's autobiography as promised, plus a copy of the Iron Lady on DVD. Oh, and I hope you
Sara's Gentlemanly Intrusion"A toast to Carrington's most famous eighteen year old on her first big interview!" Harriet announced, raising her glass of lime and lemonade.Sara's Gentlemanly Intrusion2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Cheers!" my friends chorused from our corner of the dimly lit bar, the sound of our clinking glasses drowned out by the blaring music.
I begrudgingly joined in, glad the low light disguised my blushes. "Come on, it was only an interview for a radio show which averages eight thousand listeners."
"All famous crime fighters had to start somewhere!" Rachel shouted over the thumping dance track.
"I don't want to be a famous crime fighter. And I don't know why you three didn't want to join in?"
Abigail emitted a noise that was half a laugh, half a squeak. "Me, talking on air for the whole town to hear? Not bloody likely."
"You're the boss, so you get all the glamorous jobs," Rachel told me,
Traffic Jam DamselIt was the middle of summer for Heroic town and as a dark haired Jane entered the highway that lead to her job wearing a dark blue business suit with dark tights she began to grow impatient as she was now stuck in a gridlock. Fall, Winter and Spring the highway was usually pretty good and clear. But in the summer time when the tourist came flocking to or through the town it turn into this mad house.Traffic Jam Damsel8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Come on! Move it!" Jane shouted out to the black car in front of her as she honked her car horn loudly.
"Grrrrr." The man in the black car growled as he wore an outfit similar to a evil villain complete with cape and small mustache.
"Come on! My 100 year old grandmother could tell a story faster than this!" Jane shouted out with more loud honks.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr." The man in black car growl more as his fingers dug into a steering wheel.
"Come on! I've seen honey being poured go faster!" Jane shouted out once more breaking the man's will.
"That's it!" He shouted as he got out of his car a
More Daring Damsel DilemmasAnother trio of very short stories, round about 1500 words apiece, in which I respond to requests or write about OC’s I admire. Hope you enjoy.More Daring Damsel Dilemmas1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cathy, Sarah and the Old Madrone Tree Peril
Cowgirl Cathy crawled over the arid, stony ground, trying to maintain her cover underneath the prickly bushes as she crept up on the rowdy band of crooks drinking beer around a roaring campfire. She fell still as raucous laughter drifted overhead, before she continued her approach. The sun was sinking yet she still kept her Stetson hat on to camouflage her wavy blonde hair; her blue chequered flannel shirt, denim minishorts and brown cowboy boots coated with dust as she dragged herself closer. Soon she was close enough to peer through the branches at the men she’d been tracking. Three in total, but only one of them looked like he’d give her any difficulty, provided she maintained the element of surprise.
Cathy continued analysing their camp until finally sh
Sara's Open Day“There it is!” exclaimed Grandma Marie in excitement, pointing beyond the train window. I looked in that direction and my gaze fell upon the impressive structure of York Minster. Its massive, square shaped central tower, constructed out of bright limestone, stood like a beacon against the dull grey skies. It was taller than any other building in the city of York by some margin. My Grandma explained why. “It’s been a tradition for decades that no building be taller than the Minster, so as not to spoil that marvellous view.”Sara's Open Day1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“So it’s been that way even before you visited here?” I grinned.
She smirked back. “Cheeky mare. But it definitely has been too long. At least having you living nearby will give me the perfect excuse to come more often.”
Staring blankly at the approaching station I remarked, “Depends if I get the grades.”
“Course you will Tiger, they
The Reluctant Girl DetectiveBeing tied up, gagged and locked in a cupboard was not the way I had planned on spending my evening. I had my day all planned out; do my shift at the restaurant then finish my project for my journalist’s course. However, my friend had other ideas…The Reluctant Girl Detective1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Daddy refused to buy me a new laptop!” Fleur slumped in her seat, her long blond hair falling over her face. “He said he’s paid out quite enough just lately and suggested I got a job!”
“Oh dear.” I smiled sympathetically and returned to my newspaper. “It’s not that old, is it?”
“Kate, my laptop is at least eight months old.” Fleur pouted at me. “The technology is already old.”
“Mine’s two years old and still works as well as when I got it.” I pointed out. “I’m sure it will be fine.”
I should explain; Fleur comes from a rich family, her father pays for the flat that we share, her car and gi
Sara's PredecessorYou experience a range of emotions when on a snoop. Sometimes it's exhilaration, sometimes fear, sometimes frustration. And occasionally you experience utter, tedious boredom. As I was experiencing at 11:26pm on a Thursday evening, sitting underneath the desk in an office of a Carrington Working Men's Club.Sara's Predecessor2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Unusually for my adventures, I was stuck under here through choice. During evening service I'd snuck through a fire exit, and somehow avoided being noticed by half-drunk men with an average age of sixty five as I sidled into the office. I'd taken up position under here and had been waiting a good couple of hours for the sound of raucous, drunken laughter to disappear as the bar clients filtered into the night.
I jiggled my legs in frustration, at least dressed comfortably in jeans, a blue hoodie and my newest pair of red coloured converse shoes which reached above my ankles. I'd clipped back my shoulder length brown hair to keep
The Mile High AbductionBarbara Anderson gripped the armrests tightly as the plane reached take-off velocity. She hated flying. She currently felt like she was trapped in a tin can rocketing forward at two hundred miles per hour. When the vehicle pointed to the sky and began its sharp ascent she closed her eyes and pictured herself sitting at home with a glass of wine. Lift off and landings were the worst.The Mile High Abduction2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"God, why do I have to spend Spring Break in New York?" Jessie huffed, completely ignoring the attendant's warnings and texting on her brand new phone.
"We have to be there for your father!" Barbara sighed, repeating an argument she'd had with her daughter countless times.
"But Mel invited me to her Miami Condo. Why do I have to go to this damn trial?"
"The entire country will be watching your father give evidence and we have to support him. You can go when it's over!"
Debbie's College Project CaperDeborah Irene Drummond had certainly had better days. First she'd overslept and got to work late, where she spent the entire day wrestling with her latest advert which was perilously close to going over budget. A draining nine hours later she'd been looking forward to a lazy evening at home. But that plan went belly up when taking a shortcut through an alleyway beside the grocery store. At this point a dark coloured van had pulled up alongside her, the doors had opened and a flurry of hands hauled her inside before she'd even uttered a squeak.Debbie's College Project Caper2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She'd been immediately blindfolded and gagged with laundered rags pulled around her coppery red hair, and her wrists frenetically bound behind her back with several turns of duct tape. Then she felt more tape be fixed about her stocking clad ankles as the van whisked her to an unknown location. The journey was not a long one, and soon she was bundled into a building and perched on a stool, with more tape pulled over her bl
Debbie's Diva DilemmaThe Speakeasy was deserted. The tables and chairs were tidied away and the bar had long ended service. Debbie surveyed the scene from where she was positioned on the stage, her gaze fixed on Detective Stan McClane as he burst through the doors. She longed to warn him that he had stormed into a trap, but the silk scarf pulled between her lips and tied behind her head meant she could only muster a muted, "Lllllkkk ttttt sssssttttnnnn!"Debbie's Diva Dilemma2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Debbie was dressed in an elegant bright red flapper dress, with the hem just reaching the red velvet high heels on her feet. Her coppery red hair was tied back and held in place with a dark band, from which a black feather was protruding. Her arms up to her elbows were clad in dark opera gloves with expensive diamond rings on her fingers. Not that anyone could see them, due to how her hands were bound over the chair back with strong brown ropes. More cord enveloped her upper body and lap, pinning her into the seat, and her feet h
Sara's Cowgirl Caper“Sara you made it!” squealed Olivia Hampton as our group entered the bar. She jumped to her feet and ran over to hug me enthusiastically, before taking the time to examine my attire. “Wow thanks for dressing up. You make one gorgeous cowgirl!”Sara's Cowgirl Caper4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I readjusted the brown Stetson I was wearing as I replied, “Well you picked an awesome theme.” I meant it. Of all the fancy dress bar crawls I’d been on this was one my favourite costumes. I was indeed dressed as a cowgirl, wearing a red and white chequered flannel shirt over a white tanktop, blue denim hotpants, tan nylons and brown leather, knee high boots with a two inch heel. I hadn’t hesitated in picking to be a cowgirl, just like I had done when I was a young girl.
Rachel, however, always picked to be an Indian. She wore a brown dress with thin shoulder straps and the hem reaching above her knees. She too wore tan nylons, with brown, suede ankle boots with a wedge h
Crooked Cove - Part 1On any other day, Tilly would have found the sound of the waves soothing. Unfortunately, since she was tied up inside a cave and the water was rising rapidly, the rush of the waves had become a constant reminder of the danger she was in. Her gag prevented her from shouting for help, although given the nature of the situation, there'd be no one to hear her anyway.Crooked Cove - Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She struggled and twisted as much as she could but found she was as secure as ever. Settling back to rest for a moment, her mind kept replaying how she'd got herself in this mess in the first place. She'd first seen HIM a month ago when she was helping out on Sid's boat .
" and the steeple of the old church became a useful landmark for sailors. Now, as we leave the town behind, you can see the new lighthouse on the headland, in front of the old one. Well, I say new, it was built to replace the old one in 1903, though it has been m
Deviant WeddingIt was a beautiful spring day, the birds were chirping, people happily walked about, and a warm breeze light blew across the land. Everyone was happy about the day, but none of them were happy as much as David was. As he stood in front of a large mirror inside of a small church, he straighten out his suit and waited for the clock to tick down to the time he would marry his lovely bride to be Caz.Deviant Wedding3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As he stood in front of the mirror, he thought cheerfully of their happy life ahead of them. He was so lost in thought he failed to notice his cell phone was ringing on the table next to him till he finally noticed it when the vibration caused it to fall onto the ground.
He quickly grabbed the phone off the ground and looked at the number to see it was his lovely wife to be calling. At first he was delighted to see her call but then confused as to why she would call when he thought she would be busy getting ready.
"Hello my sweet." He said as he answered the call
Cowgirl CathyFor Cathy, sundown was the best part of the day. Still light enough for her to see the world but close enough to night for it to seem calm and peaceful. She liked nothing more than to rest against one of the large rocks that littered this part of the American Mid-West, and watch as the world slowly sank into inky blackness of night.Cowgirl Cathy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She tipped up the rim of her Stetson, having pulled over her eyes. She didn't need it now the sun was about to set. She smiled as she heard an impatient grunt from her horse, telling her it was time to go home. She got up and began to wipe the dust off of her jean mini shorts, red and white chequered shirt over a white tank top and brown, knee high cowboy boots. She reaffixed her belt, making sure her pistol and her lasso were still in place. She took one last longing look at the desert scenery, soaking up the last warm rays of sunlight on her wavy blonde hair and tanned arms and legs.
"Come on Franklin,
Sara at the RacesThe Carrington Racecourse is one of the few venues in my hometown of any note. It holds five race meetings a year, the biggest of which, by far, being the Carrington Gold Cup. It attracts race enthusiasts from across the country. The roads in town are gridlocked when it is going on and hotel rooms are booked months in advance.Sara at the Races3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The drop off point was already packed by the time my dad's car pulled into it. Countless people dressed in their glad-rags were being shepherded in by a bunch of very flustered stewards.
"Remember, I'll meet you both here at six. I want to get out quickly to avoid the traffic" my dad instructed
"Whatever dad," my twin brother Chris muttered under his breath.
"We'll be there," I replied firmly. I had been invited to a post-race party in town, and there was no way I was going to let my brother make me late.
As I opened the car door my dad sa
A Case For Brian Softpaws"You like the movie?" Megan asked as she plucked the DVD from the open tray.A Case For Brian Softpaws2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Eh, was alright," Danny answered with deliberate nonchalance "Some decent action scenes and snappy dialogue. Shame it ended with the whole 'rescuing the damsel in distress' trope."
"As if you're suddenly an expert on scriptwriting," Mega laughed, happy to rise to the bait. "Anyway, I thought you lads liked playing the hero."
Stretching his arms as he reclined deeper into the sofa Danny replied, "Well once you've become the president's daughter and I have to save you from international bio-terrorists then I'll get back to you on that."
"Touche," Megan giggled as she fell back into the opposite end of the sofa. She tucked up her knees so her feet brushed the plastic bowl containing a small dusting of sugar at the base, all that now remained of their movie night popcorn supply. She held up two more DVD cases for her best fr