- Incest/Taboo
- Echoes
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Finally, Vicky and I loved Pink Floyd. There were so many times that we would hear one of their songs and drift off together to sleep. Her favourite was Echoes. Sometimes when I hear it now, I can't control myself anymore and I cry. But then, the song also reminds me what I lost, and that is enough for me. I will hang onto anything that reminds me of Vicky Jones, no matter how much it hurts.
I need to sleep now. I turn on Echoes on my iPod and slowly close my eyes.
"And no-one sings me lullabies.
And no-one makes me close my eyes.
And so I throw the windows wide.
And call to you across the sky."
Answer me, Vicky. Please answer me.
* *
"Today I am hurt, tomorrow I will heal and day after, I will emerge stronger."
- COMMENTS
norafaresabout 4 years agoGreat story. So much happened in such few words. Takes a lot of talent to do that.
AEisMeover 8 years agoShort but incredibly powerful. More than just the throwaway stroke story you typically see on here. You really convinced me of the love these two had for each other. Very well done.
SlipperySaddleBumover 8 years agoVery well told.... like sharing the perspective of a lost soul. A first rate piece.
Wmsraubabout 10 years agothat brought tears to my eyes , and being a love between a brother and a sister made it more special . when you truly love someone heart and soul to no end , you will never forget it EVER . there will be nobody that will ever fill that part of your life like that . and society still thinks its wrong , I DONT
GirlintheMoonover 10 years agoSo sad. I love the nostalgic quality of your work. I feel like I need to take you out for a drink after that.
damppantiesalmost 11 years agoI loved this. It has a breathless, train wreck quality to it that never lets up until the very end... and then it ends as train wrecks and breathlessness often does. Loved the refrain too - I love you, Vicky Jones. It provided a kind of cadence to the piece that acted as an anchor in this story that otherwise was hurtling towards a tragic end. I just couldn't stop reading.
txcrackerover 11 years agoI read a lot of stories on this site . This is one of the few 5's I have given but (as I wipe away the tears ) it is the most deserving . Thank you for your gift . BRAVO ! BRAVO !
Anonymousover 11 years agoon daring to publish this here where so much seems the same. Now I have to figure out why vicky is such a popular tag.
KatherineAlexover 11 years agoI'm not normally one for this category on Lit but I do always love a tormented soul. I really enjoyed the raw emotion and the dramatic shift in the end. The sad story element is under valued in erotica and really needed in my opinion.
LordSlamdawggover 11 years agoOutside of an abiding fondness for the song " I Want You Back ", people like me don't get MJ & people like me don't get this story. It's just too over the top. I can't deny that this author knows his demographic & has appealed to that not insignificant subset in no uncertain terms.
My ommniscent, inner cynic whispers in my ear that if the narrator had loved Vicky Jones "right", she wouldn't have played tag with rapidly moving vehicles . Regardless of that venal sentiment, this author has confessed himself to be empathetic with main characters who are vulnerable & weak in key areas.
That admission takes a definite strength that I reluctantly admire to a limited but definite point.
