Coming Attractions...

I've had my fair share of mishaps over the years.
Hardware suddenly dying, or stolen. Files corrupting. Living arrangements constantly in flux. Hell, even terrible organizational skills. Over the years, I've lost way more starts to stories than the ones I've had the follow through to finish. Out of all of them, though, one in particular I've had to start over again & again & again...

I've tried to move on. And for a while, I had. But all of the sudden, the urge hit me again recently, & right now, I'm back at it right where I left off.

This is about the sixth time I've restarted "Vin de Bleuets Troisième Partie." Knock on wood, I'm almost as far along as I was the first time I lost it the first time. And you know what? I'm really liking how it's turning out, which is rare for me. And while this isn't something I normally do, I thought perhaps I should post a little excerpt or two to show I haven't forgotten, I'd still like to do it, & possibly get a little feedback while it's still in the works. Besides, I figure it's good to back up of it, just in case.

Before you get your hopes up too much, I should probably warn you there are a couple of elements in this that might not be for everyone. Blueberry style inflation aside, there's a little bit of force feeding in this one, as well as a little more focus put onto the gassiness caused by the fermentation process & its side effects. Neither are things I think I dwell on, but if you're absolutely opposed, I figure it fair to warn you.

None of that's in these excerpts though, so you're free to enjoy it at least. Names were taken out & replaced with pronouns in hopes of preserving at least some spoilers. Anyway, enjoy:



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"More." She cooed softly, much to the townspeople's delight. And as with her burgeoning frame, she grew even more docile. Any fight she had once held in her was now completely gone. It didn't seem as though she was accepting her fate, but rather starting to welcome it. Almost like a pig, knowing it'll be bacon, yet still gladly fattening itself up for the slaughter. Every new berry presented to her, she happily, & quite greedily gobbled down, much the same fashion as a baby bird. And at times, the expression on her face seemed downright giddy.
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Preoccupied with the sensations, it was hard for her to provide the more pressing matters with her full attention. Namely, where she was right now. Every so often, a voice in her head would try to remind her of her peril, & she'd hop to it for a second, only to drift back into euphoric bliss. Occasionally, she'd recognize a glimpse of something. For instance, the early signs of dawn were beginning to stretch across the sky.
She sunk her teeth into her lower lip to stave off a rather loud moan. Instead, her face flushed a deeper, darker shade of blue; this being the new way she blushed. For a moment, she wondered why she ever bothered running from this. The further her skin stretched, the more tender it became to even the slightest of touches. And any bump or nudge with the slightest bit of force behind it would displace the juice welling up inside her. Too much displacement, & she'd begin to feel tiny splurts & sprays erupting from where ever it could. And that? That felt wonderful.
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Everything was dim & blurry, the sound muffled.
She couldn't tell if she had awoke in some sort of stupor, or if she was just dreaming this. As her memory trickled back, she really hoped it was the latter. That this was only a dream. All of it, just a real bad dream.
While everything was very cloudy, she could start to make certain things out. For instance, it felt like she was indoors now. It wasn't quite that she could tell this for a fact, she could only go by feel. If she was, the room had to be huge, but the air. The air felt a bit different, a bit milder than the cool summer night, lacking its soft breeze. It it wasn't as crisp either. It was moist, almost a little dank. Somewhere, she thought she could still make out distant hands pushing & poking at her too. They were not as uncomfortable as before, probably since they felt almost as if they were light years away, & much smaller. It told her that if this whole ordeal was a bad dream, she was still in the middle of it. That was one indicator.
The other, the one & only thing she was one hundred percent sure of was the overwhelming taste of blueberries. It sat on her tongue heavily with a tang, unyielding.
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Now I don't really want to put any timeline as to when the completed story might go up. First, I hate deadlines. Second, I can't guarantee I'll have the time I need to work on finishing it. But know it's in the works. And that at this very moment, I emailed myself a back up. JUST IN CASE. LoL

On that, I'll leave you with my personal favorite line of dialogue:


"Cheer up." She said between her own blue stained lips deviously, letting more juice & pulp splatter down the front of her. "I hear dark haired girls produce wine with a more robust bouquet." she mocked. "So take some solace in that!"


-s*