Questioning the CoachmanBoys never changed. No matter the year or location, they were always the same. There were always boys who refused to learn. At best, their parents or guardians would have no choice but to put them work, usually against their will. Some would end up on the streets, others in jail. Then, there were the boys that simply disappeared one day.Questioning the Coachman in Short Stories More Like This
The Coachman watched over the park from his office. He witnessed a chaotic party, a celebration of inhibition, temptation and anarchy. There were no adults to tell these boys what they couldn't do. It was the perfect lure for the stupid boys.
He smiled as he lit up a cigar. By the time the night was over, they wouldn't be boys anymore. The cries of joys he heard would soon become cries of desperation and then brays. They were sounds The Coachman looked forward to hearing.
The sound of the door opening behind him broke him out of his thoughts. Who would dare interrupt him?
He turned to see a boy dressed in light blue sweater, brown slacks -- no, somethi
So you can talk huh? Chapter 5.Alexander had never been more frightened nor had he ever felt more helpless in his life then he felt now.So you can talk huh? Chapter 5. in General Fiction More Like This
Even turning into a donkey wasn't nearly as frightening as this.
The monstrous whale continued its assault on the boat. The sight of it smashing itself against the boat as it let lose deafening bellows was a terrifying sight that had Alexander almost convinced that they'd somehow encountered a slice of Hell itself.
He could only watch with horror on his face as the boat leaned enough that it was getting close to capsizing.
The fire was spreading, chocking much of the ship with black smoke.
Alexander looked at Bobby, who was still unconscious.
Bobby wasn't moving. A gaze at his flank showed that he was still breathing.
Alexander nudged Bobby and licked his face in an attempt to wake him up.
"Come on, Bobby wake up," Alexander cried.
His upset was enough for his control to slip enough to allow a few brays to escape his lips.
"No, please, not now," Alexander said.
"I don't want to run
So you can talk huh? Ch1Pleasure Island had been everything of which Bobby had ever dreamt.So you can talk huh? Ch1 in Scraps More Like This
Like all dreams however, Bobby eventually had to wake up.
Bobby had become a donkey. He'd found himself captured and forced into a line of other boys that had suffered the same fate.
Someone had stripped of the boys of their clothing and loaded them into crates. The brays their donkey forms forced them to speak with censored their pleas for help.
With the island having made them look alike as donkeys, little if anything that could identify who was who. Indeed, the donkeys the boys all appeared as though they'd never been human.
Some of the others close to Bobby were half-naked. Others were still fully clothed. Bobby only wore his black shorts.
Why had this happened to Bobby and the others? Why did they become donkeys instead of horses, pigs, cows or chickens? Bobby cringed. Other then the horse, the other options were far from colorful. Turning into a pig and lying in the cool mud all day might have sounded colo
So you can talk huh? Ch1Pleasure Island was an island paradise that promised everything. People said it to be a place without rules or adults telling him what not to do. There was no work or school, only fun and pleasure. You could do whatever you wanted, even things adults forbade like drinking beer or smoking cigars. The best part was that it was all free.So you can talk huh? Ch1 in General Fiction More Like This
It felt like a dream come true.
14-year-old Bobby was amoung the many boys on the ferry to the island.
Most of them spoke of the things they planned on doing on the island.
The younger boys spoke of indulging in junk food, going on rides and playing games. It was innocent stuff. Their enthusiasm seemed odd until Bobby remembered that most of them likely never got to do these things and had to be good, perfect little boys all of the time. The chance to let go and spend even just one night being out of control must have been impossible to resist.
Bobby had been more then happy to say accept the offer. His family didn't have much money and the cha
A Donkey in Human clothing C2Hours passed by at an agonizing rate before a buyer approached Lampwick's and Stevie's crate to make an offer.A Donkey in Human clothing C2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
You ask a hefty price sir, the man said. I hope these donkeys are worth it.
They are my friend, the Coachman said.
The man nodded. Excellent, we have a lot of work to do on the farm. I have three donkeys but could use two more jacks. These two will make things go much faster.
Lampwick felt a sense of doom. The Coachman opened the crate. Lampwick considered running and assumed Stevie was as well. The man put harnesses on both of them.
Dont run, it wont do us any good, Lampwick said. We need to accept that were gonna be this way until we find help. Theyll just send someone to catch us even if we escape.
Please mister, hes really a bad guy thats turning boys into donkeys, Stevie said.
They dont understand you Stevie, Lampwick said.