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This is my first story here and working out the details of the story. The Extreme Bound Artistry Prologue: New Beginnings The past year has been a whirlwind of challenges and triumphs for me, Nellie Genovese. Just as I was navigating the final stretch of my junior year in high school, life threw me ...

Note : This is my story, although I do use the ID Enthusiast elsewhere. That ID was not available on this board however. The contest mentioned is true and did take place as described but what follows is fiction :) ++++++ It was a bit disconcerting when an anonymous email popped up in the in box of m...

Part Two But where were they ? How could they see me and what I was doing ? I looked around once more but was still none the wiser. I locked the rest of my clothes in the desk along with my wallet and car keys as per the original instructions. Next up was the bizarre order to place the key inside th...

Part Three It took me over an hour to fall asleep as my mind insisted on replaying the excruciating events of the evening. I eventually did sleep fitfully, however, and when I awoke I saw that it was 11 30. I sat up with a jolt. Karen had said not to bother coming in to work until lunchtime but I di...

Looking back at my childhood, there were several occurrences that I believe led to my eventual partiality to public exposure. My very first incident of humiliation was at the age of 9. It was the summer before my 6th grade year of junior high school and my family owned a boat. We were very often out...

Chapter 1: Stepping into the Unknown The evening air was crisp as I approached the gallery. The streets, bathed in moonlight, were eerily quiet, reflecting the solitude of my new job. My shifts were set for three nights a week, from 9 PM to midnight. For the next month, it would be just me and Zara,...

Chapter 2: Unveiling the Reality Arriving home just thirty minutes past midnight, I felt the weight of the evening’s events pressing heavily on me. My bare feet touched the cold pavement as I made my way to the stairway, acutely aware of my exposed state. The chill of the night air seemed to cut thr...

Chapter 3: Facing the Raw Truth The alarm blared, shattering the fragile calm of my sleep just past seven-thirty. The sound, relentless and jarring, pulled me from a restless slumber that had barely begun, and last night at the gallery had turned my whole world upside down, stripping away more than ...

Chapter 4: Uncharted Territory The relentless buzz of my alarm clock yanked me out of sleep a few minutes before it was supposed to go off. There was no point in drifting back into slumber; I was awake now. Today was Tuesday, marking the second day of my two-day stint as a fully exposed worker, a si...

Dear Readers, Thank you for taking the time to read my second attempt at sharing this long-thought story, which I’ve felt has been lost between First and Second Avenue, languishing in a ditch and struggling to find its way out. This narrative has been a journey, and I hope this latest version will f...