The Twisted Roads To My Madness
“I WON’T!” She yells as she leaps up and runs out of the room. He turns around to the crowd, and swallows. “SHE’S FUCKING LYING!” He yells as the crowd slowly filters out of the room leaving him alone, he grips his forehead and hisses towards the ground in frustration.
Mum slipped into a coma just before she passed away and a lot of it sounds fam…. Oh shit I remember Mum passing away. But, but she couldn’t’ve, I mean what the fuck, if she’s dead then what am I? Am I dead, or is this all some bad dream?
Obviously I didn’t listen to him, why should I? Because he’s a doctor? Fuck that. Three years ago the same jerk told me if I didn’t quit smoking three packs a day I’d be dead within six months, and guess what I still fucking smoke, so why should I care?
It takes a step forward, and smiles, gripping the stone wall with a clawed hand. “I have braved endless eons, I have waded through rivers of blood, I have waited for the day you were reborn anew, so my emptiness could be filled with your overabundance, your sinful soul, that which I was not blessed […]
“They say, when you know what you’ve got, you should hold on as tight as you can, and never let it go. Sage advice for the trouble soul, or just an excuse cooked up by sick perverts who need an outlet for their desperation, their depravities, their, hopelessness,” he says as he nervously picks up a glass […]
It stings, like a fucking bitch, I want to rip my eyes from my head, but, that’d just be letting her win, she’d already taken so much. “Does it sting?” She asks, like why the fuck would she ask? I’m on the ground, clawing at my face screaming in pain, of course it fucking hurts, […]
Perhaps, a word used to possibly answer a question, without actually providing one, I know, in my time, I’ve used it to avoid honestly answering questions I feel incapable of answering at the time, be it for personal or more complex reasons. Why am I telling YOU all this? Well, doesn’t it make sense? Doesn’t […]
One word, you said, in jest, but it bleed truth, contempt, I broke, I died, inside, you, you’ll never know, because you didn’t see, the truth, I saw, in that one word.
One by one, I let you go, onto somewhere new, away from this place, away for who you thought you were, who you knew to be you, and reintroduce you, to the person you really are, you’ll see your lies, you’ll see your false promises, and, when you have welcomed your salvation, I will make […]
He feels the blade press against his throat and his smile broadens. “Good to see you haven’t lost your touch.” “Again, what do you want?” “I told you. I came to see you before the end.” She takes a step back lowering the knife. “What do you mean, the end?”
Three hours, that’s how long we sat there, we talked, argued, hit each other a few more times, fucked, like you didn’t think that was not going to happen, and then we came up with a compromise. She wanted someone to pay for the carnage, not just for herself, but for bragging rights, the street […]
Three teeth dislodged with the impact of her kick, and my nose gushed with a shit load of blood, I clenched my hands into fists and forced myself up from the ground. She started jerking off in front of me, going on about how she was going to beat the living shit out of me, […]
Big Luis drove another mean, hard fucking arsed right hook into the side of my head as he ripped me from the ground, everything went from technicolor, to old school black and white, you know, like the days before sound, before Al Jolson danced his merry fucking dance to a tune, although my silent film […]
They said it didn’t matter what I did, who I killed, where I ran to, my time was done, so, their stupid fucking jaws dropped when I said do it then, kill me right here and now. The silence that followed was eerily poetic really, I mean, if you could’ve heard her speech you would […]
“Just put the fucking matches down, and let me help you!” She screams, his eyes nervously twitch, moving from the match stick in his hand, to the box in the other, and then to her, and back again, “Toby! For fuck sake, LISTEN to me! Whatever shit you’ve gotten yourself into, it’s not as bad as you […]
As the match falls into the gasoline, the room is engulfed with light, he feels the heat hit him, tearing at his flesh, wave after wave, his throat burns, his eyes explode, and then, nothing, the pain, gone, and he stands naked, in darkness, as it stares back at him.
I hear them, in the walls, talking to me, telling me their lies, stories of darkness, of controversy and death, I listen to them, I tired not to, but it’s better to give in, than to try and hide, for in the end, when it comes for me, I want it to know, I know its name, and, […]
“So, how much bullshit is this guy full of?” He asks, pressing the phone against his ear with his shoulder, while reading over the words on the computer screen. “Depends who your talking to, some people say he’s a genius, others will tell you he’s a hack with no skill,” a voice replies to him […]
He sucks in a deep breath, dropping the hammer, it crashes to the floor, as his bladder release itself, and the urine runs down his leg. “W-W-W-What, what are you?” He asks in shock. It moves forward, towering over him, and bends down, as it’s rancid breath wafts over him.
He raises the shotgun and holds it nervously towards him, “This ends HERE Jedediah!” He yells. A wry smile creeps onto Jedediah’s face, then, he begins to laugh, “Sorry, I know you’re trying to be all macho and shit, but, you look like fucking Cyndi Lauper on acid, after eating three full-grown giraffes.” One of […]
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