Dorothy Prophet
Bio
I have spent my life doing what I was supposed to do, always allowing my dreams and aspirations take a distant backseat to the necessary. Time runs short and I must do what I must do, take risks.
Stories (7/0)
One Man's Trash
February 1975 It was bitter cold that night. He had just left the bar. A bar that not many people knew about or frequented. It was on the side of town that most people avoided. It was a bar that appeared long past it's prime both on the outside and the inside. But for him it was a sanctuary. A place to go and feel accepted; normal, what ever normal was. The patrons of the bar were varied; some old, some young, all different shapes and sizes. All men. Some looked as if they were right out of suburbia, undoubtedly with a wives and kids waiting at home for them. Some looked as if they had rolled in from the alleys and shelters. Yet they all had one thing in common, they were different. Their desires were labeled as perverse by society, and they took refuge in this place. On most nights he would settle for a quick liaison in a filthy back room. But sometimes, if he was very lucky, he would find someone to actually connect with. Find some simple understanding and warmth for a short fleeting moment. Tonight he had found nothing, just old men who sought a passionate encounter with young flesh. So he had left earlier than usual and began the walk to his car, which he had parked far from the bar. He walked trying to stay in the shadows so as not to be seen by anyone who might happen to pass by. The biting chill penetrated his body, he felt dead inside and he pulled his coat tighter to block out the wind.
By Dorothy Prophet3 years ago in Horror
Not meant for that
He had heard it said that ships are safe in the harbor, but ships were not built for that. These words both encouraged and frightened him. Tom had long known he was built for greater things, but fear and an innate sense of responsibility kept him anchored at shore.
By Dorothy Prophet3 years ago in Humans
Not meant for that
He had heard it said that ships are safe in the harbor, but ships were not built for that. These words both encouraged and frightened him. Tom had long known he was built for greater things, but fear and an innate sense of responsibility kept him anchored at shore.
By Dorothy Prophet3 years ago in Families
Little ventured
It is a sad cruelty of life that anyone should have to go on a first date at the ripe old age of 63. But the twists and turns of life often deliver us to a station that is far from where we thought we would arrive. These are the thoughts that meandered through her mind as she was getting ready for the unlikely outing.
By Dorothy Prophet3 years ago in Confessions
Her Feet Hurt
Her feet already hurt. She was not sure how many more of these days she could endure. However, since the rent was due in two days, the obvious answer was at least two more. A small run of bad luck had left her without a car, a shattered cell phone and very few resources. If she could just get through the rest of month, it was bound to get better. It HAD to get better.
By Dorothy Prophet3 years ago in Humans
Her Feet Hurt
Her feet already hurt. She was not sure how many more of these days she could endure. However, since the rent was due in two days, the obvious answer was at least two more. A small run of bad luck had left her without a car, a shattered cell phone and very few resources. If she could just get through the rest of month, it was bound to get better. It HAD to get better.
By Dorothy Prophet3 years ago in Humans
