I Can't Say I Wasn't Warned...

Why am I still doing this? I'm not sure I quite know myself at this point. It appears even Omegle itself was trying to warn me of the impending creepiness I was about to experience:  

Although "Danger Close" has little on the terrors one may come across in "Academia Road"...

Anyway. So of course I encountered some interesting persons, as is always the case when scouring Omegle. I shall now share with you some of my finds. There were some absolute bloody gems.

I'm not quite sure what it says about me, but I'm often mistaken for being anything other than the fair English Rose I am (ha). Before this, I had someone asking if I was Australian, but there we go:

This guy seemed quite sweet up until the point where he was suggesting how I could probably "bite my lip very well". My ability to bite my own lip was not for his viewing pleasure. I swiftly departed. 

And you know, Omegle really isn't Omegle without at least one person asking you to show your feet: (to clarify... I didn't)

Although things never really improved from there, only progressing to this:

Which only turned into this, a true classic when it comes to Omegle:

It wasn't getting any better.

I feel I should state this isn't the first time I've been asked to rate a penis. However, what I would like to know is what sort of rating scale should I be using? A 1-10 on overall satisfaction? A 5* rating of angle? Comparing length to some nearby tape? Girth when starkly juxtaposed to a Pringles tube? I don't know. Never have done. Never will do, I guess.

So... Given I wasn't getting anywhere with any normal conversations, I decided to join in with the action. Thus, have some roleplay I very much got into:

My juggling skills weren't appreciated, though. They never are.

I can't say I learnt anything new from this experience... other than my ability to pass as Russian, apparently. But there we go.

Stay safe on the internet, kids.

Life in Fiction (Part 8)

Read Part 7 here or from the beginning, here.

The last time she had met with a stranger had been yet another bus encounter.

It was a Saturday evening. She had eventually left Freya's house to go get the bus after spending the afternoon round there. They had spent a large portion of that afternoon watching YouTube videos. A large portion of those videos had involved cats. A good day by Kath's standards.

Despite it being relatively light out, the evening chill had set in, and Kath found herself wrapping her denim jacket round her to try and maintain some semblance of warmth. The bus had been late, as was always the case with public transport when you needed to be somewhere. Not that Kath minded, really. There was always a certain tranquility in these sort of between moments in life. The parts where all you could do is wait for the next thing to happen.

She had been deciding what song to play on her phone, Kath didn't own a separate device for music. One day, she hoped, but until then her phone would suffice. She scrolled through her measly playlist. Kath was unsure what sort of vibe to go for. What was she feeling? Perhaps something a little melancholic. Kath was in a good mood but she felt it appropriate to play Radiohead. No Surprises played as she leant against the bus stop, relaxing whilst she waited for her bus.

He tapped her on the shoulder. In a way, Kath had been expecting it. No surprises, she mused. He had come along to wait at the bus stop shortly after Kath. He'd been standing relatively close to her whilst she focused on her musical choices.

"Got a lighter?" the tall boy asked. Kath didn't, she had tried one cigarette in her life. It had been at a recent party she had been invited to by a friend of a friend. She didn't like it. She thought of it as another of the trials you went through in your teenage years. Although, if that was the case, Kath was only partway on her teenage journey.

Part 9