Login with:








Your info will not be visible on the site. After logging in for the first time you'll be able to choose your display name.

The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

Expulsion, explosion, impalement, and remorse

*Andy’s POV*

I felt liquid fire running though my eyes and nerves and veins and arteries as my blood pressure skyrocketed. At first I couldn’t say anything, I just screamed in frustration. What the fuck? What the fuck!

“I’m not a fucking prostitute!” I grabbed the piece of paper from Gwyn and tore it in two, then guided her firmly out of the bus. She turned to look up at me as I went to shut the door. She didn’t look surprised; she had started crying at some point. My anger stopped me from going to hold her and I closed the door right in her face.

Fuck! Argh!” I didn’t know what the fuck I had done wrong, but it had definitely been very wrong. And there may have been more than one thing. Fuck! Fuck! I screamed again at nothing.

I saw the washcloth from earlier by the sink and remembered washing Gwyn’s hands. “Fuck! Shitting dick!” What the fuck was wrong with women? And this one in particular? She was weird before we had sex, but she fucking lost her shit afterwards. “Godmotherfuckingshitfuckingshit!”

And then, even though CC and I had been working on not doing that sort of shit anymore, I weakened and had a ‘destructive moment.’ I couldn’t really have said exactly what happened; I was left with nothing but my powers of deduction, a mess, and pain in my hands.

Well, I was glad I was up to date on my tetanus shot, when I found a nail from the side-table in my fist. Oops. I wished Gwyn was still here. She would know what to do, she was a veterinarian, after all. I grimaced as I pulled the nail out.

I felt a sudden, horrible wave of remorse. So she was mentally ill. So fucking what? I would get through to her eventually. I grabbed the two torn pieces of paper from the mess on the floor and ran out of the bus to find Gwyn.

I walked around the area for an hour, dodging a few stray fans, but she was gone. She must have driven home. Shit. I eventually used my phone to get back to the bus.

I knew what to do.



*NOTE* The author of this story no longer has access to her account due to site malfunction.
SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah

Ok, cool. I don't mind plodding plots at all, but as a frustrated English teacher, I can totally understand the grammar and structure stuff.

Merelan Merelan


oh, i'm not changing it significantly in that regard. i mean more a stylistic change to make it easier to read: breaking up paragraphs, improving grammar and tense consistency, stuff like that. i've become a much better writer and i want my stuff to reflect that. if you're nervous about the changed, you can check out the newest version on my wattpad account. my user name is anathemadvm, just plain anathema was taken. i'm still likely to further revise the very beginning a little, but nothing is plot related, i like the plot as much as i ever did. i just want it to be easier to read, that's all.

anathema anathema

Actually, the beginning of LoJ fits the story perfectly, IMHO. You establish Gywn as a likeable, but clearly flawed character from the door. It's much different from most other fanfic, which want to get to the Bride(s) ASAP.

Merelan Merelan


oh my goodness! i don't think even i have read it that many times, though i could be wrong! i've certainly only read it through once in one sitting! i promise that the edited version is higher quality, but i don't dare tinker with it here until i have the whole thing ready to go. right now i've edited through chapter 50, though i might need to ahve another look at the very beginning, because it's so plodding.

anathema anathema