The Chair Fic Novels & Stories

The chair gave an ominous creak and Jackson's face fell just before the chair gave way. "Oh, my gosh! Are you okay?" Chloe cried, reaching toward him. He glanced around, his butt on the floor amidst the pile of broken wood and what was left of the chair cushion, looking surprised. Chloe tossed the remnants of the chair back toward the door, going to her knees. Her hands went to his shoulders, her eyes full of concern.

Subconsciously, he clamped his legs tightly, the pain of losing his d*** still fresh in his memory. Jayden retrieved his gaze, as he found it beneath himself to even look at him. Meanwhile, August, who stood behind him, went up and kicked the chair. The chair toppled over and Keith fell with a thud in an extremely sorry state. Then he brought another chair for Jayden to sit on. “How dare you?” Lilian shot up angrily from her seat.

"What kind of trash are you saying? He's my nephew! I raised him, that's all—we're just close, nothing more. You—" Same excuses, same script. But who kisses their "nephew" hard enough to draw blood? Who lies half-naked in bed, wrapped around him? Who clings to him all day like a lifeline? I had a hundred comebacks, but we'd been through it too many times. I was done. I hung up. Powered off my phone. Thought that was the end. Then the pilot shouted, "We've got a chopper on our tail!" The blades thundered louder.

The others followed. Nobody speaking. Nobody wanting to break whatever thought process was unfolding inside his mind. The hall appeared exactly as expected. Empty. Damaged. Silent. The wall where the painting had hung stood exposed beneath harsh temporary lighting. Nothing unusual. Nothing obvious. Nothing except a single chair positioned in the centre of the room. Jessica immediately felt her stomach tighten. The chair hadn't been there before. Detective Moreau raised a hand. Officers moved cautiously forward. The chair remained motionless. Waiting.

The chair rocks from side to side and I fall over to hit a cold, hard surface with a clang. "Damn it, Steve, help me pick her up for fuck sake!" "Hey, you guys okay back there?" A voice calls from the front. Too busy trying to get my chair situated, neither one responds. The fan lurches, hitting a bump. The fools trying to right my chair trip over me, falling all over themselves. "Damn it, Don!" Ted curses. The chair slides again. We hit another bump. The chair slides faster, hitting the doors of the van with a hard boom.

I continue to stare at the chair, projecting all of my emotions towards it. I watch with a small smile as one of the broken pieces of the chair flies directly at the man and into his chest. The man is so stunned that he doesn't have enough time to react. I watch as the man reaches up to hold onto the piece of chair in an attempt to pull it out. The man falls to his knees, then onto his side, no longer moving. It feels like I've been possessed. I find myself partially sitting up, with my eyes trained on my legs. I watch as somehow my bones begin to move back into place in my legs.

It was a robotic chair that drove itself, and she wondered how much it cost to own one of those. The chair's wheels rolled smoothly on the floor and were moving in her direction. "Get out of my way," Jayden grunted, leaning onto the chair like it was a bed or a sofa, raising his towel-covered head to glare at her. "You can't go yet, Mr. Stanley." She voiced, almost pleading, and grasped hold of the armrests thinking that would stop the chair. But instead, the chair tilted more and Maria was propelled backward until she fell on her behind with an embarrassing thud.

Her leg’s dragging pretty badly at this point. At the dais, I lift her. There’s only one folding chair. Cheryl’s off overseeing the new buffet, and everyone else is either bitching or staring at us like we’re the floor show. I guide Una to sit. She does, all stiff and twitchy. I snap at the B-roster table, and they all surge to their feet. Gael’s the fastest, even though he’s with A-roster. He turns, snatches Finn’s chair from under his ass, and hands it to Jimmy to bring over.

“My boyfriend, the lumberjack. You guys forgot about him. He’ll have noticed me missing by now, and he will be looking for me…” “Boyfriend is a bit of an exaggeration, isn’t it?” He replied through his teeth lifting his hand from her skin. “You hooked up with a stranger within minutes of meeting him at a pub, and f-ked a few times. The rocking chair was creative, however. We have a sex chair that functions pretty much the same. Yes, we watched,” he added when she looked over her shoulder at him in shock. “Of course, we f-king were watching. You are ours, and you were f-king a…” He closed his mouth on the word with a click of teeth.

After handing it to Romeo who was standing very still at the corner of the room, I brought out the chair that had been set out for me. “Sehen Sie, wenn es eine Sache gibt, die mir an diesem Ding in meiner Hand gefällt, dann ist es dies.” (You see, if there's one thing I like about this thing in my hand, it's this.” I raised my hand high in the air, and came down hard with force, striking the chair with all my might and making sure that the spikes got embedded deep into the wood and then ripped it out carelessly. Pieces and splinters scattered everywhere as I ripped it out of the chair and I could see the dress on their faces.