Okay, it is not finished, but come hell or high water it will be complete before the meeting! I have much more written, but I will leave this as a tease. The finished story will be graphic, and dark, and may not be suitable for all audiences. It is not something I would wish on my worst enemy, but in the spirit of the original stories before they were sanitized for modern audiences...the consequences for the actions of the characters were very, very bad.
Patrice and the Wolf
Wulf College, nestled in the heart of the Midwest, was like many other private liberal arts colleges. It had great programs, lots of prestigious graduates, and opportunities galore upon graduation for its top students. It also was located in the middle of nowhere, miles from any major city, and infinitely quiet. Very little of import or excitement happened in the area except for the occasional run at the state title for the local high school sports teams. Patrice Shepherd was out to change all of that.
Journalism major, writer, and editor for the College newspaper, Patrice was tired of running the same old opinion pieces and the local community highlights. College was supposed to be exciting, with lots going on. Besides, how was she going to get noticed at Northwestern or Columbia if she didn’t have any breakout stories? The plan started simply and grew, as these things will, faster than she thought and soon took on a life of its own.
The first article was rather simple and mostly harmless. A little write up about the rise in popularity of slash fiction and its prevalence in the histories of the browsers on the library computers and references to what may or may not be going on in the “quiet” study rooms. A few surreptitious visits to the lab before the article went to print and some older panties “hidden” in the folds of the upholstery ensured there was plenty of evidence to support her story. Of course, as editor, she had to protect the identity of her new investigative reporter so it was published under the nom de plume, Prudence Goodhope.
The response was immediate and better than she hoped. Letters to the paper actually started coming in and space was given over in the editorial for a special run of the responses. The responses, of course, ran the gamut from those supporting the right of people to read what they wanted, mild confessions of acts done in the library, and the predictable outcry from the conservatives about needing blocks on the library computers and full-time security patrols to prevent this outrageous desecration of a place of quiet contemplation and study. Patrice was almost beside herself with glee.
Patrice and the Wolf
Wulf College, nestled in the heart of the Midwest, was like many other private liberal arts colleges. It had great programs, lots of prestigious graduates, and opportunities galore upon graduation for its top students. It also was located in the middle of nowhere, miles from any major city, and infinitely quiet. Very little of import or excitement happened in the area except for the occasional run at the state title for the local high school sports teams. Patrice Shepherd was out to change all of that.
Journalism major, writer, and editor for the College newspaper, Patrice was tired of running the same old opinion pieces and the local community highlights. College was supposed to be exciting, with lots going on. Besides, how was she going to get noticed at Northwestern or Columbia if she didn’t have any breakout stories? The plan started simply and grew, as these things will, faster than she thought and soon took on a life of its own.
The first article was rather simple and mostly harmless. A little write up about the rise in popularity of slash fiction and its prevalence in the histories of the browsers on the library computers and references to what may or may not be going on in the “quiet” study rooms. A few surreptitious visits to the lab before the article went to print and some older panties “hidden” in the folds of the upholstery ensured there was plenty of evidence to support her story. Of course, as editor, she had to protect the identity of her new investigative reporter so it was published under the nom de plume, Prudence Goodhope.
The response was immediate and better than she hoped. Letters to the paper actually started coming in and space was given over in the editorial for a special run of the responses. The responses, of course, ran the gamut from those supporting the right of people to read what they wanted, mild confessions of acts done in the library, and the predictable outcry from the conservatives about needing blocks on the library computers and full-time security patrols to prevent this outrageous desecration of a place of quiet contemplation and study. Patrice was almost beside herself with glee.
