Fan Fiction

    This story has been set to a rating of R. Age verification is required to proceed.

    Age Verification

    I am years of age as of today, November 13, 2026

    Enter your current age into the field provide above. Stories with a rating of R or NC-17 may contain material not suitable for children. LesFan requires that all individuals wishing to read these stories confirm they are of at least 17 years of age. LesFan uses the MPAA rating labeling system for all stories.

    LesFan will also make a best attempt to filter profane words in stories that are not rated R or NC-17 unless the individual confirms they are of at least 17 years of age.

    LesFan uses the following rating scale for stories.






    Submit

    Celestial

    ”Just one more moment,
    That’s all that’s needed,
    Like wounded soldiers,
    In need of healing
    Time to be honest
    This time I’m bleeding
    Please don’t dwell on it
    ‘Cause I didn’t mean it…”

    When the sky turned darker, and the storm got heavier, and Shane was about to lose hope, a 18-wheeler stopped slowly in front of her with a shrilling sound.

    Shane looked up, squirming through the rain, and saw the passenger window roll down. The melancholic face of a fat Bassethound appeared and he watched her with his teary eyes.

    “Hey!”, the dog exclaimed.

    Shane jolted and arched her eyebrows in surprise. Was she still able to speak to animals? Really?

    She stood up, moved some staggering steps toward the truck. Right then, the dog disappeared and the driver – a burly man around fifty with a very important mustache and a blue baseball cap – leaned forward and sneered at her.

    “Hello!”, he said, laughing.

    Shane wasn’t exactly in the mood. She squirmed again, blinking and looking up, and moved another unsure step toward the truck.

    “Where you headed?”, the man yelled, touching his cap.

    “Tahoe!”, Shane exclaimed.

    “Reno!”, he replied immediately.

    Shane blinked in confusion and shook her head.

    “No! Tahoe!”.

    “I’m going to Reno!”, the man stated.

    “I’m going to Tahoe!”, Shane repeated for the third time.

    The truck driver laughed heartily and opened the passenger door.

    “Alright! Hop in. We’ll figure it out when we get there”.

    ”…I can’t believe I said I’d lay our love on the ground,
    But it doesn’t matter ’cause I made it up forgive me now
    Everyday I spent away my soul’s inside out
    Gotta be some way that I can make it up to you now, somehow…”

    Lake Tahoe – Carmen’s cabin – Hours later

    The fireplace crackled, and Carmen looked up, snapped out of her thoughts. Earl stared at her, silently, completely motionless on the carpet.

    Carmen sighed and rubbed her eyes. She was curled on the couch, trying hard to focus on the book she was reading, but her mind wasn’t cooperative. It would wander, endlessly, to Shane, to Helena, to Dante and Alice, to anyone.

    Dante and Alice. Carmen thought about them and felt a pang of jealousy, of envy, and grimaced. Why she couldn’t have what they had? Why she couldn’t live the way they lived? Serenely, deeply in love, wide open to the future.

    Comments

    Leave a Reply