1. Shattered Memories Ch1


    Date: 12/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Male/Female, Non-Erotic, Young, Author: Bleargh, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    You know, there's this one quote that's kind of always been stuck in my head. It's a pretty famous quote. You know it, it's from one of the physicists who worked on the Manhattan project. I think the guys name was... What was it... Robert Oppenheimer. The quote goes something like this. "... We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried. Most were silent. I... Remembered the line from the Hinduscripture, the Baghavad gita... Visnu is trying to tell the Prince to do his duty. To convince him, he takes on his many-armed form. And he says 'Now I am become Death, destroyer of worlds.'" I think Oppenheimer nailed it. The blinding light had faded, leaving a growing cloud of dust. It was like a demon, a malicious being, consuming the world. A growing mushroom shaped plume of superheated dust. I knew that the warhead was considered low yield, but looking at it... You would've never guessed... But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start from the beginning... Well, as far back to the beginning as I can go, in my short, meaningless lifetime. I know I'm missing some important details, because sitting in this cell, I can tell I don't know some seriously significant things. The ripples of my actions in the pond of reality bounced on uncharted shores, ricocheting, amplifying and cancelling unpredictably. But maybe I can try and use this introspection to take a look and see if I can fill in the gaps... So rewind... A few years... What was it... Eight ...
    years ago? Hard to believe. It seems like yesterday. My name is Oscar Hill. Bit of a generic name for a generic guy. I lived with my (awesome) parents till I was twenty. I was studying a bachelor of information technology for two years. My parents were pressuring me to move out. Don't get me wrong, my parents are great and very loving, but their point revolved around giving me a reason to be independent. Somehow parents, parents everywhere, seem to be under the impression that moving out automatically makes their children responsible. This may be true for most kids, but I was hardly a kid and I like to think I made a very responsible young adult. I wasn't a basement dweller, I was a pretty out and about person. I worked late nights in technology support, I went to gym regularly, I had positive influences in the form of a good group of somewhat rowdy friends and, most of all, my life was on track. Nonetheless, the pressure to move out was applied and, eventually, I caved to their wishes. Moving out wasn't hard. My decision coincided with the end of semester and a lot of student houses were looking for tenants to share the rent with. I found a nice place with good proximity to both work and uni, so I was pretty much set. What I didn't count on was the figurative bombshell that was about to enter my life. Aaaand, once again, I'm getting ahead of myself. Have I mentioned I hate the cold? Well, I fucking hate the cold. Where I live, it starts getting very cold around November. Towards ...
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