Author: Marty Towns

  • Daily Grind – Dreams

    Daily Grind – Dreams

    Do your dreams have a way of weaving  their way into your stories?

    It’s a silly question I know, as an author I know a lot of my dreams turn up in some form in my stories, In fact some even push through so powerfully that the dreams force the story to be created.

    Where am I going with this one, everywhere really. To be even more precise, I have a question, can a simple idea, a simple dream, spawn more than just a story, can it spawn a whole world into existence?

    I know many of you are shaking your head with disagreement, but how many times has your mind run wild when reading a story, created the world inside your head, inspired you to, as some do, write fan fiction?

    For name, I know in the early days being heavily influenced by comics, the world they created, living, breathing worlds that spanned well across this small universe.

    Did something inspire you to pick up the pen, was it a dream, or was it someone else’s words written on a page that inspired you?

    I’d love to know what makes you, you.

    Marty

     

  • Day 343 – Purity – Wrapped In Words

    Day 343 – Purity – Wrapped In Words

    Cleansing words,

    bitterness,

    hate,

    convulsions,

    flowing through me,

    my name,

    my work,

    all I am,

    stolen,

    liberated from my soul,

    blessings,

    disguised in rhymes,

    lost in translation,

    lost in its eyes,

    twenty-two days left alive,

    can you see,

    the real me?

  • Day 343 – Behind Your Eyes – 50 Word Story Expanded

    Day 343 – Behind Your Eyes – 50 Word Story Expanded

    If you want to know how this story started, you can read about it HERE.

    It lets out a cry of anger, driving its huge, pulsating arms down, its fists connect with the ground viciously, as a crack splitters off from the impact point, rushing through the ground like a bolt of lighting, towards him.

    He watches as the earth beneath him cracks, he leaps sideways, as it jerks upwards, like a dagger, trying to tear into him. He spins around quickly, crouching on the ground, bearing his teeth.

    “You have to do better than that if you want to stop me,” he hisses, as he rushes towards it, he leaps from the ground, sending a powerful kick to the beasts face, it makes little to no impact on it, smiling it sipes him effortlessly away.

    “Days go by, weeks, months, years even, I stand as I am, unchanged, unmarked, while you, you give these things all you have, even risking your life, why?”

    “If you have to ask, you’ll never understand brother,” he says as he gets to his feet uneasily.

    It laughs, “I take it I hurt your feelings, wasted are we on these, come back with me, let us be who time has designed us to be, let’s not be swayed by the meat.”

    “That’s why you’ll never understand, they’re not just meat, they’re living, breathing beings, beings who love, dance, laugh, things we used to do, back in the old days.”

    “The old days are done, we are no longer those who knelt beside him, we are the rulers, we make our choices and all follow, if only one of us must return, then it will not be you,” it says, as it tenses its muscles, and takes a powerful step forward.

    “Go, I’m not coming back either way, I have found my place here.”

    “With her? The human?”

    He stares at him for sometime, trying to read his brothers mind, but finds its thoughts blocked.

    “What have you done brother?”

    “I have done nothing yet, come with me, come home, and I will continue to do nothing,” it says with a wry smile.

    He clenches his hands into fist, his lips curl into a sneer, and his feet dig into the ground, readying himself for impact.

    “Your last mistake, I have let you be, for far longer than I should’ve, this, is for the best, my brother,” he says, as the gigantic behemoth charges forward, they crash into each other violently, fists, blood, legs and knees fly left and right as the two battle for minutes, hours, and then, days, until finally, they both stand weary, beaten and bloody, unable to find enough strength to finish the other.

    The beast laughs, “Hasn’t this always been the way, his two favorite sons, made in his image, from the purest thought, and the deadliest nightmare we’re we born. Your woman, she’s dead by now, why don’t you come home?”

    “Where is she?”

    “Does it matter? She is long gone, like all the others, come with me brother, this place is not fo…”

    “WHERE IS SHE!” He screams, he eyes glow, white hot light.

    It laughs uneasily, surprised by its brothers anger, “Back where it all began brother, back where you laid with the vile woman, where I took her as well,” it says with a snarl.

    “NO!” He screams, as his hands glow brightly, then he drives one last powerful punch into the beast stomach, splitting it open.

    As his brother falls defeated, its light extinguished, he jumps powerfully into the air, clearing miles in a single leap, he come crashing to the ground with a devastating impact, but is unharmed, then leaps again, and again, until he lands a few feet from a tiny, run down farm house. Without stopping, he rushes to the doorway, it hangs from its hinges, he moves quickly from room to room, calling out her name, until finally he finds her naked, bloody body, at the foot of her bed. At once he is at her side, cradling her weak, fragile form, slowly her eyes open, tears run down his face, as she smiles weakly.

    “Is it over?” She asks.

    “It’s over thanks to you, now rest up, you’ll be okay,” he says as he runs a hand through her blood soaked hair, she laughs softly.

    “You still haven’t got this lying thing down yet, your eyes give it away,” she says, closing her eyes.

  • Day 343 – Behind Your Eyes – 50 Word Story

    Day 343 – Behind Your Eyes – 50 Word Story

    In September of 2016, Matthew Tonks made a change to his blog, and began, what he led you to believe were 50 word stories he had written, and then expanded them into larger, more finished stories.

    If you have been keeping up with the blog over the last few days, you would now know that to be a lie, in fact he stole MY stories, picked pieces out of them and called it a 50 word story, then days later posted the full story, claiming it to be an expansion on the 50 word story he had written days before.

    The first story he posted was called Eyes, and it went as follows.

     

    “Is it over?” She asks.

    “It’s over thanks to you, now rest up, you’ll be okay,” he says as he runs a hand through her blood soaked hair, she laughs softly.

    “You still haven’t got this lying thing down yet, your eyes give it away,” she says, closing her eyes.

     

    The actual name of the story was Behind Your Eyes, and it appeared in issue 237 of Fear In Fear Magazine.

    He lied to you all, and you accept it, like it was something new, he botched words, changed a name here and there, making it his own, which is laughable.

    You can view his apparent finished, or as he put it, EXPANDED version HERE.

    Why do I wish you to read his tripe? Simple really, I do this to show you all, that I am the true creator, the better story teller, and tonight I will post a NEW, ORIGINAL PIECE from the above 50 word story. This is the first of many, as it is a way for me to take back my works, I hope you will join me in this journey, and we can all purge the vile memory of the imposter from our souls.

     

    Marty

  • Daily Grind – Things Will Change

    Daily Grind – Things Will Change

    Hello dear readers, Marty here, it’s been almost 24 hours since I took control of the blog, and as you can see, I have changed the name, but kept the posts running as they were when Matthew had control.

    I know you’re asking why, I myself asked that same question, but the reason is a simple one. I want to prove not only to myself, but to you all that everything he stole, everything he posted on here, was mine.

    The easiest way for me to do that, is to continue his sordid stories in the same pathetic structure he has already in place. Over time, I’ll change it to suit my needs, things like Wrapped In Words would work better for me as Whispers, but for now it’ll stay as it is, with a new coat of pain of course.

    I’ll revert back to the days, as I dislike the blah blah until the end title and feel the day number give each post strength, and it’ll help new readers realize how long the blog has been going for.

    The serials will return with more updated stories, the last Bad Day story that was posted here, I actually wrote 7 years ago and have improved since then. So you can look froward to more stories of Maxwell Sevenson, although the way he posted them leads some thought into what he was thinking. I say this because the first few he posted were written 3 years ago, so as you can see there was no structure in place for what he was doing, but I’ll fix that.

    Dark Stars, as convoluted as it became when I wrote it 12 years ago, I never returned to finish the story, maybe now that will change.

    The YouChallenge is a joke, he partnered with another blogger and they deceived you, picking themes from some of my already written stories and making it look like they had been written for the supposed challenges. I’ll show them and you how challenges should be handled by meeting all previous challenges with a NEW, ORIGINAL STORY!

    That brings me to the 50 word stories, these things are another slight of hand joke, pieces pulled from my stories, made to look like they were written first and then written into an expanded story. What trash, he lied again, so to show you all how better I am than he was, I’ll also take each of the former 50 word stories, and expand them into NEW, ORIGINAL STORIES!

    There is more I plan to do, but the last thing I want to mention for today, is my prized work. The one that I’ve held most dear to my heart, my Roundhead. I can’t believe what he did to it, massacred so much of it, cutting pieces here and there to make it fit, then to have the gall to replace the writer with ME? I take it as some deluded, idiotic way of trying to wipe me from existence, to make me seem like the crazy one, but who is the crazy one now?

    Who has all the power and who has none?

    Marty

  • Day 342 – Lies – Wrapped In Words

    Day 342 – Lies – Wrapped In Words

    Lies he told,

    listened you did,

    believed,

    he fooled you all,

    tricked each and everyone of you,

    even made me a character in his lies,

    tried to kill me,

    and now he runs,

    now he hides,

    in the darkness,

    the cold,

    cold darkness,

    but it won’t save him,

    he won’t survive,

    nor will you,

    twenty-three days remain,

    can he hide for that long?

    It will take him like it did me,

    like it will you!

  • Day 342 – Lioness – Short Story

    Day 342 – Lioness – Short Story

    She peers through the crowd, searching, lifting her nose into the air, his scent is strong, he can’t be more than a few feet away, she feels it dig into her back and lets out a low growl.

    “Donovan, are you sure you want to play this game again,” she hisses.

    “Fuck you Clare, this dance ends tonight, I won’t live like this anymore, looking over my shoulder, wondering when you’ll turn up, wanting more of me than I care to give,” he says, as he forces the gun deeper into her back.

    “Don’t make me out to be the aggressor, you opened the box, you gave me life, you performed the ritual, you can’t just walk away when you sell your soul, we’re linked, forever, until you’re dragged down to the fiery pits of damnation,” she says through clenched teeth, forcing a smile.

    “I never wanted this, I never agreed to you dogging me forever!”

    “Well, maybe you should’ve read the fine print first,” she says with a laugh, he pushes the gun in, causing her to winch in pain.

    “Tell me how I can be rid of you?”

    “You can’t, haven’t we been through this before? There is no way, only death!”

    “Bullshit, you want to be free of this as much I do, there has to be a way, someway, I can’t FUCKING live like this!” He cries.

    “Well then, kill yourself,” she says calmly.

    “Don’t fucking tempt me bitch!”

    She laughs again, “Don’t tempt you? Seriously, that’s all I’ve ever done, kill yourself, let this ride be done, claim your reward, burn forever more.”

    “Fuck you,” he hisses as he pulls the trigger, blowing a hole in her stomach, she looks down, clunching her teeth together, letting out a low, primeval growl, as the hole begins to quickly heal.

    “You don’t know how much I loved this dress Donovan, they don’t even make it anymore, you stupid fuck!” She growls, turning quickly towards his quivering frame.

    “Sucks to be you,” he quips back.

    “Oh no Donovan, sucks to be you,” she says, with a wicked smile.

  • Daily Grind – Lies, Deceit and The Truth, Finally

    Daily Grind – Lies, Deceit and The Truth, Finally

    I have tales to tell, tales of missed opportunities, lost love, grave mistakes and, acts of unspeakable horror. But first, I must address the sanity and heartache that has been lost over this site, the bitterness of lies, and, ultimately the betrayal.

    My name is Marty Towns, and, Matthew Tonks stole everything on this site, made it his own, fooling all who believed he was the one who created all these stories, all these character, scheduling weeks ahead, digging through old stories he found in workbooks I though I lost long ago, until someone showed me this site.

    Now, finally after months of legal battles, he lost his fight, he lost control of this site, he lost control, because he never had it. Over the next few days, you will see things change, as I reshape what he has done to my works, and build MY legacy, removed from the imposter.

    I ask all you loyal readers to please stick with me, and trust, the deceit Matthew forced upon you will be washed away, with a new dawn, with more powerful stories, and a reignited passion that will continue well past the final days.

    Marty