Day 141 – Sleep – 50 Word Story Expanded

“It’s not fucking rocket science Timmy, you either play ball, or we find someone else who’ll do the job. This fucker needs to be found and put in the ground. So either you’re in, or out, which one is it?”

“It’s not as simple..” He doesn’t get to finish what he’s saying as something sharp tears into his back. “J-J-Johnny? What t-t-t-the fu-fu-fuck?” He says, looking at Johnny, who smiles and shrugs his shoulders.

“I told you Timmy, you either played ball or we replaced you. And by replace, I mean completely, in all aspects. You have to understand, it’s nothing personal, I can’t keep the men in line if I don’t show strength, so it’s either my way, or a hole.”

“F-F-F-Fuck you Johnny, you better hope to god I die, otherwise I’m going to cut you’re fucking head off.”

“Don’t worry, you’re going to die,” Johnny says as he pulls a revolver from his jacket and holds it to Timmy’s head. “Sorry little brother, but business, is business,” he says as he pulls the trigger, the blast echoes around Timmy’s head for what seems like an eternity, and he falls to his knees, blood quickly forming a thick, sticky puddle beneath him, as that smiling mother fucker looks down at him. He’ll pay, some day, not by his hands, but he knows, he’ll pay. His closes his eyes, as the darkness drags him in, it’s less than a few seconds later that they shoot back open, and he’s standing over his cold lifeless corpse. Johnny is ordering his men around the room, obviously arranging the cleaning up of his body, that’s when he locks eyes with a strange grey haired old man, he’s never seen him before, but, it doesn’t take him long to figure out that he must be death. Or, at least, some form of whatever takes you to the next place, if there is a next place.

“So, how’s this work?” he says.

“How do you want it to?” The old man asks.

“I’d prefer not to be dead.”

“That can be arranged.”


“No, you’re dead, there’s no reversing that.”

“Death has a sense of humor, who would have thought.”

“It was not meant to be funny, it was a fact. Some people have a hard time moving on, accepting what has happened is important, so I must remind you, make you understand there is no going back, living again. I have seen your life Timmy, I know for most of it you have faced death, you have killed many, but, near the end, you showed regret, you asked for penance. Well, it seems your cries were heard, as I’m here to grant you that, I’m here to offer you a way to earn your wings, so to speak.”


“Exactly what I said, you see, all those who you were mixed up with, your brother Johnny, and the other low level gutter trash who associate with him. Well, it seems someone wants you to continue what you started two weeks ago, they want you to remove all of them from the chess board, permanently.”

“Whats in it for me?”

“The penance you seek, the chance to be at peace, or you can move on and be tormented for the rest of eternity, and believe me, eternity is a lot longer than it seems.”

“And all I have to do is take down Johnny and the rest of his fucktards.”

“Not words I would use, but yes, that is correct.”


“This is a favor I’m doing, so I can’t tell you why, all I know is that the road you started to go along needs to be completed and someone on this side believes you can finish it.”

“Okay, but correct me if I’m wrong, didn’t you say death can’t be reversed?”

“That I did, but, I never said you were going back alive, did I?”



You can read the original 50 Word Story HERE, I’d be interested in what you think of the full story that came from the short.

Read Someone New For Friday

It’s Friday, so, I thought I’d share ten blogs that, if you’re not already following, you should, or not. But, at least take a look at them before you decide that one.

No two blogs are the same, they’re all a little different, but, they’re all interesting.



Rainy Day Posts

The Cup And The World

Daisy In The Willows

The Dead Reserves


Unsettling Stories


Bookshelf Battle

Writing Wrongs

My Words, My World

Until next time, share, read, write, enjoy.


Day 141 – Sleep – 50 Word Story

“Sorry little brother, but business, is business,” he says as he pulls the trigger, the blast echoes around Timmy’s head for what seems like an eternity, and he falls to his knees, blood quickly forming a thick, sticky puddle beneath him, as that smiling mother fucker looks down at him.


You can read the 50 Word Story Expanded version HERE, or, if you’re feeling game, try to extend it yourself…..

Day 140 – Sammy – Short Story

“Don’t kid around Jason it’s not funny, what if something really happened to Sammy, what would you do then?”

“Well I wouldn’t feel like it was my fault if that’s what you’re saying,” he quickly replies.

“I’m not saying it’d feel like your fault, I’m just saying, how would you feel if something happened to Sammy, while you’re making those silly jokes?”

“Mum, lighten up, Sammy’s fine, we’ve done this our whole life, why say something now?”

“Because you never know what’s going to happen, okay?”

“Okay, god, okay, I’ll watch what I say, if it’ll keep you happy,” he says as he gets up from his seat and quickly makes his way out of the room, down the hall, and into his bed room, where Sammy sits waiting.

“How is she?”

“Losing it, as you said she would, I should’ve told her.”

“What would that do? It’d only send her even more up the wall, she needs to face it, deal with it. You just have to help, we both do.”

“How the fuck are you going to help?”

“I can, I’m not useless,” Sammy says as he leaps to his feet.

“Don’t get your knickers in a knot, you know what I mean.”

“I know perfectly well what you meant, I’d just prefer not being reminded about it.”

“You can’t run for this, it’s going to catch up eventually, and when it does, she’s going to lose her shit. You know that don’t you?”

“Yeah, that’s why you’ve got to do the ground work for me. You’ve got to get her ready so when it all hits the fan, she’s not that pissed off at me about it.”

“I don’t think she’s going to be pissed off, upset, but not pissed off.”

“She will, once she knows all of it, at first she’ll be upset, but eventually she’ll be angry and I don’t think I can deal with her being angry at me, and neither will she, it’ll ruin her. So you’ve got to be on my side all the way with this one, not just there, like normal.”

“I’ll keep her calm and I’ll make sure she doesn’t get too pissed, but I can’t promise she won’t.”

Sammy stares out of the window and lets out a cold shiver, before turning back to his brother, his lips blue, his skin pale.

“Are you ready?”

“I guess I don’t really have a choice do I?”

They hear the phone ring in the kitchen and both stare towards the hallway, waiting, he feels Sammy’s cold hand tightly grip his, and he grips it back.

“JASON!” His mother calls out from the kitchen before letting out a scream of agony, he looks at Sammy, and shrugs his shoulder, smiling awkwardly.

“I love you Sammy,” Jason says as he turns to his brother, fighting back the tears.

“Love you to bro,” Sammy replies, before he disappears, leaving Jason, standing there, alone, tears runs down his cheek. He quickly wipes his face with the sleeve of his jumper and runs out of the room, to his mother’s side.



Day 140 – No It’s Not – Short Story

“Now just relax, this, is a safe room, and I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do,” he says as he settles in a seat across from her, she sits there, staring at him, through wild eyes.

“I said I don’t want to,” she says, gripping the side of the couch in her hands tightly. “I just want to go back to my room, to my photos.”

“We’ve been over this before Marie, we’ve agreed, for you to make the necessary steps in your rehabilitation. We need to confront what happened in your past that made you build these walls, walls that’ve lead to violent outward bursts against, well, happiness, other peoples happiness to be more precise.”

“I know, I’m not stupid, I-I-I’d just rather go back to my room.”

“It’s not going to happen Marie. The last four times I’ve allowed you to do just that, and, in each instance, you have gone back to your room, and either assaulted a member of staff or harmed yourself. That will not happen today. Today, you either get on board, or, I’ll have no other choice but to request your immediate relocation to a more, how should I put it….”

“Just say prison, we both know that’s what you want to do with me, lock me up and throw away the key.”

“That’s far from what I want Marie. If you worked with me, like you promised you would, we could fight the demons in your head together, we could overcome all the things inside that make you feel the way you do, all you need to do it lie down, allow me to administer the drug and together, we’ll fight this.”

“I-I-I, okay…..” She says as she slowly lies on the couch, quickly he is to her side and then, a sharp pain, and, well, euphoria.

“Now, tell me Marie, get it out, let’s purge this demon, together,” he says calmly as he sits back down, crosses his legs, placing a small note book on his lap and leans back in the chair.

She stares intensely at the ceiling, her bottom lip begins to tremble, she feels the tears beings to run down her face, and she bites into her bottom lip, breaking the skin, she feels the warm, thickness of it land on her tongue, she tastes the salty goodness, and she wants more. She feels waves crash against her body, waves of sedation, peacefulness, and she closes her eyes, lost in the moment, seconds turn into minutes, and minutes, hours, until, finally, she begins to come back.

“Marie, where are you now?” she hears his voice say, it seems so far away, so distant, her eyes slowly open. She catches a glimpse of something moving in the corner of her eye, it’s not him, he’s to her other side, her heart jumps, it’s rhythm increases, as she sees the dark, shadowy figure, creep towards her, but, shes unable to move. She feels something cold grip her leg, is it a hand? Her heart beats faster, she feels the perspiration seep from her body, as her eyes slowly, nervously make their downward, she locks eyes with it, with herself, and she screams, leaping from the couch, and crashing to the floor in a heap, she scrambles away, cowering in a corner of the room.

“Are you okay?” He asks, she stares at him, her heart races, she sees the sweat run down the side of his brow, he knows, he knows whats happening, he can see it too, it’s what he wanted. He places a nervous finger on the intercom switch and clears his throat, “Judy can you….” A pencil tears into his throat, piercing his windpipe, he clutches at it, gasping for air, as he begins choking on his own blood. Marie stands over his quivering body as the doors to his small office crash open, Judy lets out a scream of horror, the orderlies stand there in shock, before they charge towards her, and she smiles as she digs the pencil into one of their eyes, as they tackle her to the ground. Maybe, finally, she knew how to be happy herself.



This is a very lost in darkness and lies sequel to Putting My Feet In The Dirt’s story ‘Is It Okay To Be Happy?’ I don’t know if it’s what I wanted it to be, but I think it works for 25 minutes of madness.

Day 139 – Head – 50 Word Story Expanded

“I’m sorry my ladyship, but, he won’t eat, he flat our refuses to touch any of the food, not until you see him,” the large man says, she places a hand on his arm.

“It’s okay, I should’ve been here earlier. I feel terrible, please, leave us, I will convince him to eat,” she says.

“You should feel terrible, like the slut you are,” the voice yells from behind the wooden door, she quickly enters the room and removes the hood, covering her face.

“Please, my love, calm yourself, there is no need for this.”

“Calm myself? My love? Fuck you, you lock me up here while you sleep your way the castle and you expect me to be calm and quite when you finally, and by finally I mean FINALLY visit me. I think not wench, I think I will be as loud and ridiculous as I please myself to be.”

“You must understand, I couldn’t come any sooner, it was just not possible, we are creating an image, covering up what took place, and once all is settled, and the real parties responsible for the destruction the people think you committed have been taken down, we will revel that you are indeed alive and that you were hidden away, fighting for their freedom as you always have, like the true king y..”

“Bullshit, you just want me out of the way so you can screw your way though the royal guard, admit it!”

“My love, what has happened to you, you understood what w..”

“I understood what was going on, was that what you were going to say? Because if it was, I thought I did, that was before I realised how much of a lying whore you were!”

“Is this really all you have to say for yourself? Is this all that’s left between us?” She asks.

“Fuck you! You lock me up in this prison, yet you expect me to love you, what a fool you are, and how I’ll love taking your head from your shoulders!”

“Where are you?”

“I’m standing here, locked in this fucking prison wench!”

“We put you in this prison to protect yourself, nothing else, no other motives, we both know what the others would do if they saw you, what they would think of you. My love, please, don’t throw away what we have because it is true, it….”

“Stop it, please, you’re making me sick, do you actually believe the lies you tell? We, were not the ones who put me in this cell, it was you, you chose to lock me away, for my, own protection. I want out, I want my freedom, regardless of what terrors I face, I would rather be out there, instead of locked in here while you flaunt yourself to all who wish to taste your prizes.”

“You are not right my love, you…”

“Stop calling me my love, you don’t love me, you need me, you need what I have, so for once, why don’t you fucking just be honest, bitch!”

She walks to bars of his jail and rests her head upon them, looking at him, she smiles as her face twists, his eyes widen as her face distorts, changes before his eyes,  into something, someone, he doesn’t recognise, and she smiles, “Why don’t you just rest up my love, all will be right soon.”



You can read the original 50 Word Story HERE, I’d be interested in what you think of the full story that came from the short.


Day 139 – Parramore – YouChallenge Short Story

“It’s not about the money,” he says as he looks into the man’s eyes.

“Bullshit, it’s always about money, everything is!” The big brute says as he pulls the hammer back and drives it down onto his hand, shattering two of his fingers. He clenches his teeth, refusing to give his tormentor satisfaction. He drives the hammer down again onto the two remaining fingers, but he still refuses to scream, even as he twists the hammers head over his pulverised fingers. Saliva drips from his mouth, mixed with blood, and he stares into his eyes, with nothing but hate.

“Fucking think you’re a big man don’t you? Think you’ve got the cohunes to do the job? I can see it in your dim witted eyes, you’re nothing more than a frightened little boy who likes to pull wings off flies because he’s afraid of them,” he says through gritted teeth. The brute backhands him across the face and he laughs as he spits a mouthful of blood to the floor. “Exactly what I thought.” He goes to swing another devastating punch but a woman’s voice breaks the tension.

“Stop Salvador, can’t you see he’s goading you into it, stay your hand my love, and let me see what Mister Parramore has to tell us,” she says as she walks from the back of the room, holding the golden box.

He laughs as he looks through his one good eyes at her and winks at Salvador, “She’s hot for me,” he says, Salvador drives another horrible left across his face and screams in anger, mixed with frustration.

“Fuck you little man, one more excuse, just one more and I’ll send you on your fucking way to the grave!”

“Salvador!” She screams.

He turns to her in a fit of rage and snarls, “Fuck him, he’s nothing but a piece of shit, just another hired gun for Watkins, let’s just end him and get the hell out of here!”

“No, he’s not like the rest, I know he knows something, don’t you?” She says as she places the box on a small table in front of him. “What power does this hold, and why does Watkins want it?”

“I never said I work for that piece of trash Watkins, I work for the owner of the box, and he wants it back!”

“Back?” She says as she laughs. “Mister Parramore, this box has been floating around for centuries, from collector to collector, each paying a higher price than the last, there is no true owner.”

“Shows how much you really know Angela, the box is part of a group of items that’s were used to breach the infinite realities, when combined with the ring of Razmats it activates and opens a doorway to the land of the Gods.”

“You lie?”

“I’m not lying, you can see for yourself, there’s a chain around my neck, that’s Razmats ring,” she stands there and looks at Salvador who charges at him and pulls the chain free. “Easy there tiger I was offering it to you, now all you have to do is place the chain in the small crevice in the center of the box and you’ll see I’m telling the truth,” he says. She snatches the chain and gently begins lowering it into the center of the box, suddenly the chain turns into a liquid and Parramore begins reciting words, ancient words that have no counterparts in the English language, and the room is engulfed in a pulse of bright green light, then, darkness. She looks at Salvador who gives her a confused look back and she looks towards Parramore.

“Fuck, the lying piece of shit escaped!” She screams as she looks at the empty chair.

“I need not escape,” a deep, gravely voice says from the darkness as the shadows begin to come together into the form of a gigantic figure. “For I am home,” it screams as it tears into the two.



The challenge was, ‘a collector after a piece.’

Day 139 – Head – 50 Word Story

“Is this really all you have to say for yourself? Is this all that’s left between us?” She asks.

“Fuck you! You lock me up in this prison, yet you expect me to love you, what a fool you are, and how I’ll love taking your head from your shoulders!”


You can read the 50 Word Story Extended version HERE, or, if you’re feeling game, try to extend it yourself…..

Day 138 – The Roundhead Prelude 8 – Your Sin Within

**This takes place after chapter one of The Roundhead and before chapter two**

“I’m telling you it’s true, Stevie, who used to bunk with Sammy and Spade, he shared it, and they scrapped his remains off the wall of the library. I KID YOU NOT!” he says as he takes a hit from the bong.

“Dude, you’re so messing with me, if that’d happened I would’ve heard about it by now,” the other boy says as he reaches out for the bong. “Feltz, I didn’t invite you over so you could take it hostage dude, pass it on?”

“Fuck you Andres, I brought the stash, I can hold on as long as I need, just wait your turn.”

“I paid you for it, you just delivered it and sat the fuck down, either pass it or fuck off!”

“Think your panties are choking your balls,” Feltz says as he takes another toke on the bong and passes it over to Andres, just as the door swings open.

“Dudes, you’re not going to believe what just happened!” she yells as she rushes in the room.

“Shut the door!” Anders and Feltz scream out in unison.

“Oh, shit, sorry guys,” she says as she slams the door and sits quickly down. “Brian Weller was just found torn in half in his room.”

“No shit!” they both say.

“It was the Roundhead,” she says as she grabs the bong out of Andres hand and quickly stuffs the cone full and take a toke, and passes it back, blowing the smoke into the centre of the circle. “They said half of him was hanging out the window and the other half was hanging on a hook on the back of his door, and the word ‘Roundhead’ was smeared in blood across the wall.”

“Bullshit!” they both say.

“No bullshit, Maguire said five minutes before he was found, he shared the story on Facebook and the next thing he was dead, I think it’s true.”

“That’s what I was just telling Andres,” Feltz says as he slaps him on the arm. “See dude, I told you!”

Andres takes a large toke on the bong and passes it, with shaky hands, to Feltz. “I-I-It’s got to be bullshit, it’s j-j-just some advertising scare campaign,” Andres says as he coughs.

“Some campaign, why don’t you share it and see,” she says.

“Why don’t you?”

“Because I’m not stupid.”

“Why don’t we all share it and see what happens?” Feltz says as he takes a toke on the bong and giggles.

“Fuck off,” she says as she grabs the bong from him and stuffs the cone again and takes a deep, long toke, before passing it to Andres.

“I’ll do it if you do it?” Andres says, looking at Feltz.

“I’ll do it if Carver does it,” he replies, they both look at Carver and she stares at them both as the weed begins to hit.

“Okay, we all do it together,” she says as they all pull their phones out and place them on the ground.

“Pass the phones around, we each do the others, so we all know it’s fair,” Andres says.

“Okay, done,” Feltz says as he grabs Carver’s and hands his phone to Andres, who then passes his to Carver.

“Where do we go to read it?”

“Go onto Weller’s page, he was the last one who shared it,” Carver says. They all quickly bring up their Facebook pages and find the shared post and all look at each other.

“On the count of three?”

“Okay, so on three or after three?” Andres asks.

“On three?”

“Okay, on three.”

“One, two, three!” Feltz yells as they all press share, and sit there frozen, as their eyes shoot around in their heads, searching the room. After a few moments they all collapse to the ground, laughing hysterically.

“Dude, that was c….” Andres says as he sits back up, and freezes in fear, “Oh fuck guys!” he mutters as he stares into the dead eyes of a young girl, sitting in the centre of the circle.

“What, you forget where you hid your sta…..” Carver says as she looks over and sees the girl, Feltz sits there with his mouth open and his eyes wide as the girl begins to speak.

“The beast made a deal to break free of its cage, but had to wait for the world to come of age, and now that time is at hand, as one can easily reach across the land, and touch a thousands more, allowing the demon to pass through the door, to our world and feed on the souls of the many, as it breaks its way through, can you hear it, can you feel it, can you say it, then say it, say the Roundhead,” and then she disappears, they all slowly look around the room at each other, and Feltz lets out a nervous laugh.

“That was…” he doesn’t get to finish his words as a massive foot stomps him into the ground, like a bug hitting a windscreen, the other two sit there, frozen, Feltz’s blood splattered across them, and it lets out a low, gravelly growl.




All artwork by Yazgar, check his stuff out when you can!



Day 138 – Bad Day V Bastard – Short Story

I snap the fucker’s finger, and pull the meaty, stubbly thing right off his hand and toss it onto the floor with the rest of them, he doesn’t scream anymore, the fuckers all out of screams now, but it doesn’t take away my enjoyment. He told me a heap of shit, more than I cared to know, all I really wanted was one name, the one who was behind all of it, seemed he thought I was grilling him for every other bit of information he ever knew, and couldn’t understand why I didn’t care. I cared, just not for what he had to say once he told me what I wanted to know, but I wasn’t going to let it end there, I wanted to make him remember this, and because he wasn’t like a normal person, he couldn’t die, meant I had more fucking fun with him.

Getting here was half the fun, getting to this moment, I still remember the look on Kildone’s face when he first saw me was priceless, he started spewing shit about how I should have stayed down there, how he was more powerful than I realised and soon he would be dining on my nuts, fat fuck didn’t expect me to be packing extra juice, he knew I was working for the devil, but he didn’t realise I was actually fucking enjoying it. I broke his neck then all fourteen of his ribs so the fucker made a sucking, wheezing sound every time he took a breath, I laughed so hard for a while before I broke the remaining ten ribs and both the fuckers legs, and then force fed him his balls and cock, shoved them in his mouth and made him chew, he cried for a while after that and then I started playing skin the fat fuck, but I just used my finger nails and ripped the skin off him that way. I didn’t realise until that moment how much rage I had built up inside and how much I wanted to make that fat fuck pay for everything he did to me. For thirty nine hours I played with him, just ripping a piece off here and there to remind him that I was still here, and then he stopped sobbing, stopped screaming and just sat there in his piss, shit and blood like I had a few months before, and then he looked up at me through his one good eye and smiled. I so wanted to wipe that fucking smile off his face, but I also wanted to know why, so I asked him, I mean there wasn’t much more pain I could cause him and he knew I’d eventually have my fill and just off him, so I sat down, offered him a smoke and asked the fat fuck what was so funny. He said I was and idiot, I drove my boot right into his nose, spread it across his face like a pancake and asked again. He said the devil was using me as his bitch, I ripped off his left ear and yelled into it that I was well away of that, he coughed and spluttered a bit and then after a fifteen minute wheezing fit, where he struggled to breathe, he told me the devil was a deceitful son of a bitch, his word was a lie and his contracts weren’t worth a piece of shit and I should prepare my arsehole for a hard fucking. I told him I didn’t care about no contract, this was about something else, this was about me making sure his fat fucking arse was taken care of permanently. He laughed and coughed up some sort of black mucous and had another twenty minute wheezing fit before he dropped the last dime. He said my signing the contract with the devil would leave my wife and kid stuck in hell, in my place. Apparently I didn’t go straight down stairs, I had just sort of drifted in the middle for a few months while they fought over me, seems the deal I made with the devil was a major trading card for him in his battle with upstairs, heaven and hell both wanted me and I signed to play for hell, so heaven paid some massive dollars to get him to sign me over to them. Part of the deal was my family, I was played, again, but I still had an ace up my sleeve, that fat fuck Kildone. My contract was done once that fat fuck went into the whatever after all this, so I buried him in a wide fucking hole and told him once I was done, I’d be seeing him again. And that’s how I ended up here, dismantling the devil, looking for a name, he gave it to me all right, he gave me the one who put my family on the plate, so I made the devil a new deal, one he couldn’t refuse, because he had no choice, he may be the king of lies but I’m the fucking king of pain. So now I’m off to kill the fuck who put my family in the pressure cooker, now, now I’m off to kill God.