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[Axanderdeath]

I won the lottery and I am 25 years old. I bought a mansion up on Mountain Peak Road. I like walking around my property with nothing to do at all. I find spots like the ledge, where I can look out on a gully thousands of feet up from the tops of the tallest trees rolling out in a wonderful semi-circle.

I don’t know what I would of done if I did not win the lottery (the highest it has ever been I collected around 30 million after taxes) I was really just drifting before then really. I was living in a crummy apartment that over looked a brick wall and working a construction job which involved carrying things and being yelled at by my boss a tall hansome man with a real athoritaive stick up his ass. I just wanted to get away from the city when I won. Too many god damn people and memories of sad times, but I did not want to go around and say “lok at me now!”

It was a long since time I had bought a lottery ticket, and one day I just decided that I had enough change in my pocket and bought a lotto ticket, the next week I was a millionaire. The week after that I found this house, it was that simple.

Mostly I build model air planes now mostly the ones from world war one. I have a few Jets in my collection, but I don’t like em as much as the older world war one planes. I am thinking about getting a sewssna after I graduate my flying lessons that I now have the luxery and money and to take.

I don’t have much to do. My girl friend came up and is ordering furniture from catalogs and acting like we are married. She quit her job at the restaurant and all her friends come up all the time. I don’t mind a bunch of hot girls being around me all the time, but I know none of them would be treating me like this if I was not rich. You hear all these people talking about it when you are poor but you don’t really get it until your rich. And it is even worse when you win the lottery; you really need a hobby something that you can do for the pure fun of it, because you will never have to work hard for anything again. Want to make a music album? Buy a studio. Want to write a book? Buy a thousand type writers and a thousand monkeys and put the boys to work! It is lonely at the top, even with a bunch of monkeys sitting around.

Sam, my girl friend, was acting strange before I won the lottery. Really distant, in retrospect I was probably about to be dumped, but now she says she loves me when I leave the room to use the washroom. She says that we should have an open relationship though. She says I can fuck around with her friends, like I said they are hot, but it feels cheap and wrong. I am sitting on the couch with my girl friend and one of her friends is just rubbing my crotch. My best friend Steve comes over all the time and my girl friend and him go up stairs for hours. Before I won the lottery I would have minded, but I also feel guilty for wanting anything real, I don’t say a word.


Sam sits with her legs up on the sofa she ordered from one of the catalogs it is white leather and I like it. It is one of the softest things I have ever sat on in my life. She brushes back her red dyed hair and sighs. She has on lipstick and looks dressed up for staying home in a mini skirt that is high and shows off her long fit legs, and tight ass. I am working on one of my planes. The kind that the red baron used to fly.

“Terry why don’t we go out anymore?” She says.

“What’s the point?” I say with my eyes concentrating on the plane and not her.

“Well it would be nice to go out to a nice restaurant. Or even to the places we used to go. Don’t you miss seeing your friend, our friends?”

I look at her thinking about her fucking my best friend. “They come around here all the time.”

“I want to go out!” She yells I look at her and she looks beautiful and I had almost forgotten.

“Sure we’ll go out.” I smile and get up. “I just am going to change k?”

“Great, just we have been hanging around here for weeks, and I don’t think it is healthy, you know?”

“Your right.” I say, and go over to her and give her a kiss on the lips. I almost feel as though I love her, and tell myself I love her, too, but really I don’t.

In town I buy beer for everyone and everyone asks me what it is like to win the lottery. I say it is great and I am having the time of my life, but I am just thinking about that wing strip I have to place and the landing gear wheels of the red barons plane. The night ends with me getting a taxi up the mountain home and walking in on Steve my and Sam fucking on our (Sam and I) bed. I said nothing and they did not notice me, I went to sleep on the couch.


I wake up in the morning to Steve leaving and Sam giving him a big kiss on the lips. I sit up on the couch and Steve looks at me and shrugs a bit. I can see in his eyes that he is too tried to say anything or to care, and thinks I am rich and I should be happy that I am. Sam closes the door behind him when he goes.

“What a good fuck.” She says to me.

“What.” I say shocked. All my muscles clenching up and my fist griping nothing. “I thought I loved you. How can you fuck my best, my X fucking best friend?”

“Don’t worry Hun I still love you.” She gives an unconvincing smile.

“Get out bitch!” I fucking scream at her my chest heaving and heaving. I am angry. “A rich man can get away with anything. You leave now!”

She smiles. “You know I was going to leave you before you won. I can’t believe you really still thought I loved you?” Like I was stupid she says this. Like I am a shameful loser fuck with a shit load of cash but no real friends. I get up and walk over to her and she has this mean fucking smile on and defiant eyes. I punch her hard in the face. And she just starts laughing and laughing.

“I’ll sue your ass.” She says.

I hit her until she is on the ground and then go pour myself a whiskey.


I hear something that sounds like a bomb a nuclear explosion out side. It is fucking loud my ears are ringing. I open the door and see a bunch of flames and then a loud smacking sound and I am down on the ground.

“Are you terry?” A voice says. I am woozy. I look up and it is a man shaking me. “People said there was someone up here, come on buddy we got to get you out of here.”

“What happened?” I said.

“Plane crash. You lucky you’re okay. You were close.”

I look back and don’t see a mansions but a shack being enveloped by flames.

[gypsyjoker]

“Get out bitch!” I fucking scream at her my chest heaving and heaving. I am angry. “A rich man can get away with anything. You leave now!”

She smiles. “You know I was going to leave you before you won. I can’t believe you really still thought I loved you?” Like I was stupid she says this. Like I am a shameful loser fuck with a shit load of cash but no real friends. I get up and walk over to her and she has this mean fucking smile on and defiant eyes. I punch her hard in the face. And she just starts laughing and laughing.

“I’ll sue your ass.” She says.
I hit her until she is on the ground and then go pour myself a whiskey.

I wonder if O J is still looking for the killer?

Interesting read.
You hardly ever bore me.
Reminds me of my lotto fantasy
Only mine is I buy a mountain. I have a tunnel dug into the center of the granite. There I have a large room. A three-foot thick steel door seals the tunnel. I have video cameras and machine guns mounted on the exterior of the mountain. There is a minefield. No one can approach: no one can enter. I finally feel safe.

nice work

[Bohemian]

Reminds me of Pink Floyd. I enjoyed the piece. I don't know what I'd do if I won the lottery.