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where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
It started with blood, like it always does, normally though, it's not mine, I tasted it in my mouth, and spat a wad of it to the ground, then forced myself to my feet. The room spun like some fucked up merry-go-round, and he laughed, fucking piece of shit, if he didn't crack me in …
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The day was glorious, as the sun beat down, onto the family, as they splashed all around. A day at the beach, a day in the sun, a day of adventure, a day full of fun. Laney was running, searching for shells in the sand, while Stella her dog, was attempting to give her a …
I guess the end of all this shit started with Galboldi sitting in a chair, stinking of piss and shit, his hands were both a mess of bones, flesh and blood, and his fingers, well six were wedged up his nostrils and the other two were sticking out of each ear, I won't mention where …
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Fucking Killdone, can't believe the fat fuck made such a big deal out of the mess I made of Old Man Galboldi, it's not like I killed the old fucker, in fact Killdone's business should get stronger, but hey, that's what I get for taking it upon myself to straighten out his fuck ups. It's …
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They all stare at his empty eyes, void of life, his mouth hanging open, and his tongue dangling from it. I don't know how long it kept the room silent, a few second maybe, but, it felt longer. They just stared at The Bears' severed head like it was the only thing in the room, …
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One hundred and seventy-two staples, three teeth, a small amount of blood in my urine, my left finger, three boxes of pain killers, three balls of coke, a copy of playboy playmate of the year, nineteen eighty-two edition, half a box of tissues, and seven Russian gangsters, all in all, a very packed thirteen hours, …
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I taste the blood, spit a wad of it to the ground, and force myself to my feet. The  room spins, and he laughs, fucking piece of shit, if he didn't smack me in the back of the head like a coward, this would be a fair fucking fight, shit, anything right now would be …
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"No, not like you have, I've had family members die, naturally but not, not in the way you lost yours." "There's nothing natural about death woman, it's the most unnatural thing we as humans face, we live with the constant fear of death, letting it control every thing we are." Find the extended version in …
The Players so far.. Zander Kane, once a trusted and highly decorated general for the United Federation, Kane betrayed not only his own race, but his own flesh and blood to join the Dark Collective, so he could be with the woman he loved. Now, he rides stardust and slipstreams, captaining the Betha, fighting for …
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We laughed constantly, we fucked like rabbits, I knew I loved her instantly. But the clouds moved in quick, I saw something else, something I'd never seen, and then came the welts. At first they were itchy, then they began to ache, painful, and then my skin started to flake. Find the extended version in …
The Players so far.. Zander Kane, once a trusted and highly decorated general for the United Federation, Kane betrayed not only his own race, but his own flesh and blood to join the Dark Collective, so he could be with the woman he loved. Now, he rides stardust and slipstreams, captaining the Betha, fighting for …
Continue reading "Day 283 – Dark Stars: Quake, Part Three – Short Story"
"Are you sure? Are you really, really sure?" She asks, her gaze make his stomach twist and turn for a few moments, before settling again. "Of...." He stops and clears his throat, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, squinting his eyes and holding a hand up to his throat as he does. "O-Of course I bloody …
It was dark and dreary, when he set out on his quest, to rid the demon, at her request. He'd bathed in blood, he killed them all, and deep within, he knew he was under her thrall. His sword it glimmered with his true light, even in the darkest of the night. His pure soul, …
The day was not hot, the day was not cold, when down the hill, Laney Bean rolled. with a giggle and a gaggle, a laugh and a cackle, she came to a stop, at the bottom did she flop. Then Stella the dog, tumbled down after, attacking her feet, to fits of laughter. And that's …
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It was rainy and damp, it was shakily cold, when Stella the dog, saw a sight to behold. Twas Melvin the cat, who'd sneakily snuck, under the covers, in the back of a truck. She howled and she hollered, she called him by name, but Melvin the cat, the spot he did claim. He flicked …
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With a slash of his tail, and a flick of each ear, Melvin the cat, showed no fear. He leapt from the tool shed, onto the ground, he sneakily snuck, not making a sound. He peered through windows, he sniffed under doors, he scratched at the board, that made up the floors. When he was …
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He sits nervously in the cafe booth, staring into the now, cold cup of coffee, the door swings open and the bell attached rings. He spins quickly around, his eyes wide, frantic, they lock with hers and she smiles, faintly, he leaps from his seat and clutches her close, and leads her back to the …
"This is so not what I thought I'd be doing tonight," he says, as he turns to the girl sitting in the car next to him, she faines a smile and bites down on her bottom lip, before brushing her hair from her face. "Neither did I," she says as she turns away, looking out …
He blinks, feeling the warmth of it run down his face, he spits a wad of saliva, blood, and pieces of several broken teeth the the ground, coughs violently, before spitting again."Damn," he says with a chuckle, before looking up, he squints, and places a hand in the air, shielding his eye from the light. …
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