The Sweet Count on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Bind of the Magi

Thu, 09 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

The new fallen snow crunched under Mary’s white boots as she made her way briskly down the freshly ploughed streets that led to her home. Her breath made frosty puffs of fog in the crisp December air as she strode down the sidewalk, shopping bags in each gloved hand. She wore a red woollen coat that reached down to her knees, with a grey-black faux fur collar bundled tightly around her neck to keep cozy. Brightly coloured Christmas lights gleamed through the snow decked tree branches around her. The cool, clear air left a little tickle in the back of her throat and she fancied she could almost smell the turkeys roasting, the warm spices of mulling cider, the tang of mandarin oranges, and the sweet scent of peppermint springing forth with the warm glow from each passing window.

Auction Part 4

Mon, 12 Dec 2005 00:00:00 +0000

continues from part three

Part 4 - Luggage

‘Today’s the day’ Karen thought. All week long Zoe had been promising something special. In her usual cryptic way, she would not give any details, just telling Karen to keep her weekend free and her bladder empty. ‘One little ‘I’ve gotta pee’ incident and she’ll never let me forget it’. This morning was even more frustrating. Zoe had practically pushed her out of the apartment insisting that she go to the gym then get some breakfast because Zoe had work to do. Could Zoe have changed her mind about today?

Return the Favor

Sun, 12 Jun 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Packaged Story Contest 2005 Entrant

Oh my god. She’s here already! Is everything ready?

I can’t believe this is really happening.

Jerry rushed down the hallway, stepping carefully along rich brocade rugs that lay over the polished hardwood floor. Stopping in front of hallway mirror, he took a moment to collect himself, patting down a few loose hairs and tucking in an errant shirt tail. Through the lead glass window behind him he could see his green expanse of lawn (just mown this morning) sloping down gently to the shop.

Package Deal

Mon, 01 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

“Mmmmphh…. mmmpphhh MMmmmmPHHH!!” Muffled grunts were all that came out as Carolyn feebly tried kicking at the lid of the crate that held her snugly in its confines.

Even if her legs had not been buckled into the leather straps, the foam rubber which lined the inside of the box wrapped so tightly around her naked form that she would not of been able to get much leverage. Not that she would have much chance of breaking free she thought as she remembered the thick steel bands which braced the lid of the crate and the sturdy latches which sealed it shut. As she tried one more kick she heard a muffled CLICK and realized that Greg had locked her in. Now there was no escape until she got back to the warehouse.

Package Deal

Mon, 01 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

“mmmmphh….mmmpphhh MMmmmmPHHH!!” Muffled grunts were all that came out as Carolyn feebly tried kicking at the lid of the crate that held her snugly in its confines. Even if her legs had not been buckled into the leather straps, the foam rubber which lined the inside of the box wrapped so tightly around her naked form that she would not of been able to get much leverage. Not that she would have much chance of breaking free she thought as she remembered the thick steel bands which braced the lid of the crate and the sturdy latches which sealed it shut. As she tried one more kick she heard a muffled CLICK and realized that Greg had locked her in. Now there was no escape until she got back to the warehouse.

Happy Birthday

Wed, 14 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Carmen and I had been dating for about two months. I was at a party at my friend’s dorm lounge the first time I saw her. Long dark hair, flowing down her back, gorgeous curves, but what really drew my eye was the boots. Tall, smooth, and tight, they came up past her knees, with two-inch platforms that only added to her sexy stature. Layers of laces interwove all the way up her gorgeous taut calves. It must have taken her half an hour just to put them on. They had a tough, Doc Martens line to them but they were pure white, leading the eye up to her tight white shorts and faded jean jacket that she wore unbuttoned over a pink baby tee. As she turned around, I saw the words “Naughty Girl” in white script on the front of her shirt. Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed an extra beer from the fridge and made my way over to her. Offering her the bottle I let my eyes drift down to the writing on her chest then slide back up to stare into her brown eyes.

The Audition

Sat, 20 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Casting Notice: Female (20-30 years old); Young wife/homemaker type for non-union national commercial. Must be under 5’2”, flexibility a must. Multiple spots, $20,000 buy out. Open call, bring photo/resume 134 King St. East. Saturday 9:30am

It almost seemed too good to be true. Michelle had come to the city six months ago, hoping to follow her dream of becoming an actress. In those six months, she’d lived in seedy apartments, worked crappy jobs, and had door after door slammed in her face. She couldn’t get into the union; she couldn’t even get an agent. It wasn’t that she wasn’t talented and she certainly had the look.

The Attic

Fri, 05 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000

“Come on! Last one in the house sucks pond slime!” Keri smacked the back of Todd’s bathing suit and dashed for the back door of the cabin.

“Oh, you’re going to pay for that one!” Todd chuckled and took off after her. He tiptoe-jogged across the sharp gravel of the driveway in his barefeet. “Damn!” he thought “I should have brought thongs like Keri”.

Watching her long gorgeous legs race across the lawn, he realized he probably wasn’t going to catch her before the house. They were both still a little damp from their plunge into the lake, she in her cute little peach bikini, him in his blue swimming trunks. Charging after her, he took the steps up to the porch three at a time, finally catching her as they raced through the French doors on the back of the house and tackling her down onto the living room couch.

Auction

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part One - The Auction

Karen made her way slowly up the creaky old stairs to the loft of the magnificent old horse barn. Motes of dust hung in the air, caught in the beams of late summer sunshine, which peeked through the grainy windows. The barn smelled of fresh hay and old leather. Reaching the top of the stairs she peered around at the merchandise before her.

Karen stood 5’8” with shoulder length black hair drawn back into a ponytail and blue green eyes that changed colour depending on what she wore. She wore a pale blue hooded sweatshirt and jeans that had been well loved and hugged the graceful curve of her hips. Cycling and yoga had given her firm and graceful legs. At 21, she was young to be studying for a master’s degree but school had always come easy for her and her program of directed studies had given her much needed moments of free time like this.

Auction Part 2 - Locked Inside

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

continues from part one

Part Two - Locked Inside

Karen lay on her back in the trunk. It had been several hours since Zoe had gone off to bed and a soft shaft of moonlight lay across the trunk. Karen could see the moon’s blue glow peeking in through the crack where the lid joined the rest of the trunk. Stifling a yawn with her fist, she drew her knees up towards her chest and curled up on her side, trying to get as comfortable as possible in the tight confines of the chest. Gradually she drifted off to sleep, dreaming…

Auction Part 3 - Bagged & Packed

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

continues from part two

Part 3 - Bagged & Packed

“So with your advisor away, you’re pretty much free all week, aren’t you Karen?”

Zoe sat across the table from Karen, nibbling at the pasta Karen had made. Zoe’s eyes still had the wicked gleam they had held ever since Karen had released her from the trunk that afternoon. It’s her own fault she ended up in there, Karen thought. Still, she shuddered to think of the revenge that Zoe was surely plotting.