Introducing the "Jack with Ennis" Fan Fic Game - the BetterMost Edition

[Luvlylittlewing]

Hi Marie dear,

Sorry I've not been posting replies here daily.  I promise I've not forgotten about this thread.  And I've certainly not forgotten about you, or the rest of our writing group.  And I've not forgotten about your desire to share a piece of yourself nearly every day with your stories.

But Susie is right.  I've felt a bit under the gun here lately.  We were told when we came here that this site had a very friendly and open environment, and that it was one of the least homophobic places on the net.  And it's true that we were left alone here for the first few months, but then for reasons that still baffle me we became targets. So far I've been called a pornographer, a child molester, and most recently an agitator.  But of course all of these things are thrown out with politically correct veneers, and when I say something about it I'm told that I'm being too sensitive and that my attempts to defend myself break the "no personal attack" rule.

When you get a large group of people together there are obviously going to be disagreements, and there are always going to be people who are not so nice, and many of these will use the rules to their advantage.  Like one of my religious studies profs in college used to say to me all the time, you can be very lawful without being at all loving.  How true.

I was sad to learn that this group was just as ambiguous as any other.  I now know that there is good and bad here, just like everywhere else.  But I am sticking around, and I'm going to focus on the good as much as I can. 

I'm still here.  And I don't plan on going anywhere.  And I've not forgotten you.

Love,
Gary     

Gary, thank you so much, sweetie.  I know you haven't forgotten me - I was just missing you, is all.  I was so lonely for you that I just had to say something.  I'm glad you're here and that you don't have plans to go anywhere.  I plan on being here for the duration, myself.  I, too, plan to concentrate on the good things about this site.  Well, you're here, our group is here, we're together, and that is good enough for me.  Thanks again for your kind words and encouragement.

[Toycoon]

"Merry Christmas Jack" by Susiebell


Ten years had passed since Jack's death, and every year Ennis found himself drawn to this same spot.  The campfire was ablaze, the warmth enveloping him like a big old blanket against the bitter cold.  He sat for several hours, a piece of wood in one hand, a whittling knife in the other.  He focused his attention on the small carving, smiling at the sound of Jack's tuneless warbling which seemed to reverberate through the forest with the howling winds.

His task completed, he headed on into the woods, in search of their tree.  The two hearts were still clearly visible, lovingly engraved, side by side, into the trunk.   He traced his finger over the initials etched into the bark, smiling fondly.  Kneeling down, he cleared the snow and debris from the base of the tree, revealing the nine little figures.  The three wise men had toppled over like skittles, and Joseph was leaning precariously against one of the roots.   He rearranged the figures, Mary beside Joseph, the three kings on one side, the shepherds on the other tending to their lone sheep, must make some more of them next year he thought to himself. 

He reached inside his pocket, carefully removing the newly carved baby Jesus, and placing him in his mother's arms.  Satisfied with his work, he closed his eyes and uttered a small prayer.  Then looking up at the two hearts, he smiled and whispered "Merry Christmas Jack".



Susie
 

What a beautiful, innocuous story, Susiebell. So simple and eloquent. Very heartwarming!

[Dagi]

OMG!  This is indeed a treat!  A saucy, sexy tale from Dagi and Susie!  I must be living right!    I can't tell you guys how much I enjoyed reading this.  And Jack drinking the water that pooled in Ennis' belly button is just raw and too sexy for words.  You guys can't image how this story makes me feel.  Wonderful, outstanding.  This may be too much to ask, ladies, but, DO IT AGAIN! 

Thank you for your nice words, Littlewing, although I have to leave all the credits to Susie, I can't remember having written anything of this at all.

Sorry I wasn't much of a support here lately. There is a right time for everything, and I just couldn't concentrate on the stories, so instead of reading and commenting halfheartedly, I let it. But I'll be back!

Love and kisses to my Jack with Ennis Pals!

Dagi

[Dagi]

The Ultimate Gift by Littlewing1957

Ennis sighed as he realized that having Jack there with him would be the best present he could image.  Someday he would treat himself.  He would give himself the gift of Jack: the gift of a sweet life.

Oh if only he would have done it, if only. 

Dagi

[Dagi]

Mornin'.  Well, only one over this time, getting better.

Thanks again. 

***************************


Mr. Twist set the dining room table for dinner, which surprised Jack on two accounts, that they hadn’t eaten in there for years, and that his father had set the table.  They ate with companionable talk, Ennis saying very little except for the occasional “thank you again” and “this here’s a very good meal, ma’am,” and Jack saying enough for both of them.  Mr. Twist allowed as how he could light the house for the winter if he could figure out how to harness the smiles on the other three, which made Ennis blush and withdraw a bit, Jack chuckle, and Mrs. Twist smile even brighter.  After dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Twist sat in the parlor having a second cup of coffee, a rare circumstance these past fifteen years all things considered, listening to the rattling of dishes and cupboard doors and the good-natured laughing coming from the other rooms, while at their own insistence Jack and Ennis cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen. 

Finished, the partners joined Jack’s parents in the parlor for a while, and watched “It’s A Wonderful Life” on the TV.  By 9:30 Mr. Twist announced it was time to turn in, since Christmas or no Christmas tomorrow was another day on the ranch and stock needed tending and chores doing before church services, and he would yell up at them if they weren’t up and at ‘em on time.  Jack kissed his momma good night, shook hands with his dad, wished them both a Merry Christmas, and headed upstairs.  Ennis lingered, said he would be up in a minute.

After Jack had climbed the stairs, Ennis looked over at the Twists, his mouth dry and his heart beating so hard he thought it could be heard by the herd in the South 40.  Stumbling over his words, he finally pushed out his thanks again, and how we didn’t deserve their kindness but would always be grateful and wouldn’t impose much more and would be leavin’ as soon as the road was clear.  Mr. Twist cleared his throat and to Ennis’ surprise and embarrassment thanked Ennis for coming into their home, for making them realize what was important in their lives, and told Ennis he was welcome to stay as long as he and Jack wanted, that the upstairs was theirs now, never went up their anyway, his arthritis and all, a small lie that he know his Elaine would call him on later and forgive him for.  Ennis stood up, kissed Mrs. Twist on the cheek, shook hands with Mr. Twist sealing the deal, wished them a Merry Christmas, and went upstairs to open his present from Jack and to give Jack his. 

Lying in bed in the darkened house, Mr. Twist couldn’t help but mull over the events of the day, and remember the many presents they all had given and received.  The words of “The Night Before Christmas” ran through Mrs. Twist’s head, and a small tear leaked out of her eye and onto her pillow at, “…the children were nestled all snug in their beds.” And the children were, only they nestled together in each other's arms, all snug in Ennis’ big bed, while visions of a sweet life danced through their heads. 

tbc

That's a real Christams treat, cwby30, thanks so much. It's almost too sweet to be true.

Dagi

[Dagi]

Hi Marie dear,

Sorry I've not been posting replies here daily.  I promise I've not forgotten about this thread.  And I've certainly not forgotten about you, or the rest of our writing group.  And I've not forgotten about your desire to share a piece of yourself nearly every day with your stories.

But Susie is right.  I've felt a bit under the gun here lately.  We were told when we came here that this site had a very friendly and open environment, and that it was one of the least homophobic places on the net.  And it's true that we were left alone here for the first few months, but then for reasons that still baffle me we became targets. So far I've been called a pornographer, a child molester, and most recently an agitator.  But of course all of these things are thrown out with politically correct veneers, and when I say something about it I'm told that I'm being too sensitive and that my attempts to defend myself break the "no personal attack" rule.

When you get a large group of people together there are obviously going to be disagreements, and there are always going to be people who are not so nice, and many of these will use the rules to their advantage.  Like one of my religious studies profs in college used to say to me all the time, you can be very lawful without being at all loving.  How true.

I was sad to learn that this group was just as ambiguous as any other.  I now know that there is good and bad here, just like everywhere else.  But I am sticking around, and I'm going to focus on the good as much as I can. 

I'm still here.  And I don't plan on going anywhere.  And I've not forgotten you.

Love,
Gary     

I'm so glad we all have each other, and love each other, and stand up for each other. And I haven't forgotten you either!

Dagi 

[Dagi]

"Merry Christmas Jack" by Susiebell


Ten years had passed since Jack's death, and every year Ennis found himself drawn to this same spot.  The campfire was ablaze, the warmth enveloping him like a big old blanket against the bitter cold.  He sat for several hours, a piece of wood in one hand, a whittling knife in the other.  He focused his attention on the small carving, smiling at the sound of Jack's tuneless warbling which seemed to reverberate through the forest with the howling winds.

His task completed, he headed on into the woods, in search of their tree.  The two hearts were still clearly visible, lovingly engraved, side by side, into the trunk.   He traced his finger over the initials etched into the bark, smiling fondly.  Kneeling down, he cleared the snow and debris from the base of the tree, revealing the nine little figures.  The three wise men had toppled over like skittles, and Joseph was leaning precariously against one of the roots.   He rearranged the figures, Mary beside Joseph, the three kings on one side, the shepherds on the other tending to their lone sheep, must make some more of them next year he thought to himself. 

He reached inside his pocket, carefully removing the newly carved baby Jesus, and placing him in his mother's arms.  Satisfied with his work, he closed his eyes and uttered a small prayer.  Then looking up at the two hearts, he smiled and whispered "Merry Christmas Jack".



Susie
 

I can see the little smile on his face when he's carving more sheep! You are making me feel all christmassy, and I already thought I was immune to that. 

Dagi

[Toycoon]

Dear cwby30,
Thank you so much for contributing to our humble thread. Your stories are warm, charming and heartfelt. All of us appreciate the time and the energy you spend writing, much more than is commented here. I'm sure that several more members read and enjoy your efforts but aren't as inclined to comment as the rest of us are. To those folks I'd say, if we've learned anything from Brokeback Mountain it would be to appreciate what you have freely and openly because nothing lasts forever and once it's gone, oh well...

Best wishes to all of our Jack with Ennis family for a beautiful holiday and prosperous new year!

[Shasta542]

ps.  If my hubby ever cheated on me he'd be booted out on his backside ... end of!!! 

Poor Graham!! Not even one forgiveness??  You are just like my cousin -- she says that because she knows her husband would never do it! 

All you kids writing Christmas stories -- good job! 

[Luvlylittlewing]

"Merry Christmas Jack" by Susiebell


Ten years had passed since Jack's death, and every year Ennis found himself drawn to this same spot.  The campfire was ablaze, the warmth enveloping him like a big old blanket against the bitter cold.  He sat for several hours, a piece of wood in one hand, a whittling knife in the other.  He focused his attention on the small carving, smiling at the sound of Jack's tuneless warbling which seemed to reverberate through the forest with the howling winds.

His task completed, he headed on into the woods, in search of their tree.  The two hearts were still clearly visible, lovingly engraved, side by side, into the trunk.   He traced his finger over the initials etched into the bark, smiling fondly.  Kneeling down, he cleared the snow and debris from the base of the tree, revealing the nine little figures.  The three wise men had toppled over like skittles, and Joseph was leaning precariously against one of the roots.   He rearranged the figures, Mary beside Joseph, the three kings on one side, the shepherds on the other tending to their lone sheep, must make some more of them next year he thought to himself. 

He reached inside his pocket, carefully removing the newly carved baby Jesus, and placing him in his mother's arms.  Satisfied with his work, he closed his eyes and uttered a small prayer.  Then looking up at the two hearts, he smiled and whispered "Merry Christmas Jack".



Susie
 

Aw, Susie, this is moving beyond words.  I'm trying to type through my tears.  I am right there with Ennis, ten years after Jack's tragic demise, tending to that spot that was so special to the 2 of them.  Lovely writing, my dear.  This is a gift, indeed.  Thanks so much for sharing this with us!