Tonight we bring you a short urban legend concerning young love and the intimacy of technology. To learn more about this urban myth of questionable origin, visit wiki.flashpulp.com
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FPSE9 - The Last Night Legend
(upbeat music) - Welcome to Flashpulp Special Episode Nine. Tonight, we present the last night legend. This week's episodes are brought to you by the Nettie Bytes podcast. Wake up, go to work. Work. Come home, eat dinner, rot your brain out, go to bed, lather, rinse, repeat. Are you tired of an old home drum life? Tired of things that just weigh you down and depress you? And you're rather just focused on things that are awesome. Tune into Nettie Bytes, find out what's awesome. Nettie Bytes, nimlas.org/blog. Flashpulp is an experiment in broadcasting fresh pulp stories in the modern age, three to 10 minutes of fiction brought to you Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings. Tonight, we bring you a short urban legend concerning young love and the intimacy of technology. To learn more about this urban myth of questionable origin, visit wiki.flashpulp.com. The last night legend, written by JRD Skinner, Art and Narration Biopoponax, an audio produced by Jessica Ming. ♪ Give me my hours, my number left ♪ ♪ Give me the shadows, I live with our number left ♪ This legend began circulating on the internet in the early months of 2002. Although personal embellishments are made with every telling, the general structure remains unchanged. A young teenage couple, well into the process of courtship are smitten with each other. Private nicknames have been chosen and physical contact has reached such a state that the youth are considering activities which would greatly upset their parents. They often lay awake, texting well after the rest of their households have retired for the evening. And so it is no surprise when a late night message arrives, waking one of the pair. The conversation starts off affectionately as is usual, but quickly takes a reinde turn. Implications regarding hidden longings are made and soon suggest of photos commenced to be exchanged. It begins simply enough, an edge of undergarment and an expansive shoulder or a demonstration of teenage bicep. The discussion becomes more in depth as the hours wear on. Future plans are made, then upended and replaced by even more grandoirs schemes. The number of theoretical children is wrangled over or the location of their summer home or the season of their wedding. Interspersed throughout are the sacranrovertures of the immature lovers. Dedications are pronounced and supposedly corroborated by further beared flesh. Somehow, the paramour who was startled from their sleep fails to notice that the images are largely taken very close to the skin and that no photos of their loved ones' faces are provided. Still, accounts often cite familiar birthmarks, scars or even tattoos which could only belong to their suitor. A demonstration of bedtime wear slips into a revealed nipple and once both teenage egos are adequately primed and their mutual love sufficiently proven, descriptive bout of autoeroticism invariably ensues. Thus stated, conversation begins to succumb to heavy eyelids. The parallel meant their parting extensively then say a final good night. Upon awakening, however, the interrupted sleeper discovers that their sweetheart has been murdered. And that, worse yet, though the body was found in the morning light, the slaying itself took place early in the previous evening. (upbeat music) Flashpulp is presented by flashpulp.com and is released under the Canadian Creative Commons attribution non-commercial 2.5 license. Text and audio commentaries can be sent to skitter@skitter.fm or the voicemail line at 206-338-2792. But be aware that they may appear in a future flashcast. We'd also like to thank the Free Sound Project, found at freesound.org. For a full listing of effects used during the show, as well as credits for the users who provided them, please check this episode's notes at flashpulp.com. And thanks to you for listening. If you enjoyed the show, please tell your friends. (upbeat music) ♪ Sunday is gloomy, my hours are stumbled ♪ ♪ Here is the shadows I live with are stumbled ♪ (upbeat music) (upbeat music)