Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Category: Short Story

Day 129 – Birthday – Short Story

Twenty seven years on the outside, twenty seven years of living a life on borrowed time, the headlights flash past me and I shield my eyes, I know, too much description? Well, I’m not paying you to read this so why don’t you just piss off if it’s not working for you. The car comes to a stop and she gets out, all legs, miles of them, I swallow, she looks around the empty car park and we lock eyes, only for a moment, but in that time she smiles and marches towards me.

“Your Phelps?” she asks, the words slide off her tongue as if they were dipped in gold and encrusted with diamonds, I’m in love, pity I know she won’t reciprocate the feelings…

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September 18, 2016
Day 129 – Crossing – Short Story

He makes his way into the club, and stops in the doorway and looks over, across to the girls as they dance around, lost in a haze of drugs, alcohol, and sound, one of the bouncers nods to him on his way past, and yells something towards him, but the music soaks up all the noise, and he doesn’t care what Patton has to say, as he spots what he was looking for, sitting on the other side of the room, talking with some guy he’s never seen before, he feels something burn inside his stomach, and then a tingling sensation runs from the tip of his back done to his skull. He buries his tightly clenched fists into his pockets and forces his way through the crowd of people, and heads towards her. He’s only a few steps away before he’s grabbed by the arm and pulled away and tossed out into a back area, he looks around and quickly locks eyes with Patton.

“I’ve got things on the go right now, I’ll come back to you once I’ve dealt with this, okay?”

“That’s not going to be a possibility,” Patton says, he motions to one of the bouncers, who drives a solid left hook into his stomach, sending him crashing to the ground.

“W-W-What the fuck? What the fuck do you think you’re doing? We’ve got an agreement, and I’ve upheld me side, consistently, so what the fuck?”

“Agreements change Mister Kenny,” another voice says, he looks quickly to his left and the man who was talking to his woman from the bar is standing before him.

“Who the fuck are you?”

He crouches down and smiles, running a hand through his hair, “You’re boss, the one who bankrolls all your little endeavours, the guy you’ve been ripping off for the last thirteen months, did you think I wouldn’t find out? Did you think you really could get away with it?”

“I-I-I-I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, I’ve done nothing wrong, everything’s been above board, I’m not that stupid.”

“That’s a terrible shame, Mister Patton did say you would deny it, he even stood up for you, but, when faced with his own mortality, he decided it was better for you to face your punishment, instead of both of you facing it together.”

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE FUCKING TALKING ABOUT, I HAVEN’T TAKEN ANYTHING!” he yells, saliva and blood spraying out of his mouth.

“Kenny, why lie? It will only make the punishment all the more painful,” he says as he stands up and takes a step back as one of the bouncers drives a kick into Kenny’s side, sending him crashing to the floor on his side, writhing in pain.

“I-I-I-I swear, I did nothing, I took-k-k nothing, I swearrr,” he mutters.

“Then explain how you were able to afford all the gifts you showered your woman with? Tell us how you, a low level bottom feeder managed to buy her things well above your pay grade?”

“W-W-What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the six hundred k you shelled out on a necklace, or the three hundred k you spent on a two night get away. So tell me, how did you afford all that if you haven’t been skimming from the top of my pie child?”

“I never brought those things, I could never afford that, I swear, I don’t know what you’re talking about, why don’t you ask her? She’ll tell you where they came from, she’s out there for god sake, ask her!”

“Don’t you think I already have? Why would I spend time talking to trash like that if I didn’t need to, she told me all I needed to know, and now, if you would be so kind, I want you to admit what you have done, before I break every bone in your body.”

“That fucking bitch is lying, I fucking swear I’ve never taken anything, tell him Patton, tell him I’d never do it!” He yells, Patton turns away and quickly heads back into the night club. Kenny looks up at him, trying to focus his vision on the strangers face, but the tears that flow down his face make it harder for him to see, “Please, p-p-please, I swear, I-I-I-I didn’t take anything, please don’t kill me!”

“I’m afraid, we have come to an impasse, that will not be easy to move past, you have, as it seems, tied my hands, and left me no other option,” He says as he pulls a revolver from his jacket pocket and places it against Kenny’s forehead.

END

September 18, 2016
Day 128 Daily Prompt – Hurt – 50 Word Story Expanded

“It’s cold,” she says, gripping herself tightly, and letting out a cold shiver.

“It’s meant to get colder,” he says as he snaps the twigs over his knee and adds them to the small pile on the ground.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“When I was a kid dad took us camping all the time, he made sure we knew how to survive, if we had to,” he says with a smile as he starts stuffing dried moss and leaves into the sticks.

“You’re a lot more handy than you let on.”

“I like to keep a surprise or two hidden away for emergencies, to impress the ladies.”

she laughs, “You don’t need to worry about trying to impress me any more than you have, these last few months have been amazing, I-I, I think I’m falling for you.”

Flames leap up from within the sticks and he smiles again, and sits back, looking at her from across the small camp fire, “Me too.”

“Me too? The girl just said she loves you and you say, me too,” a voice says from beyond the camp fire light, out in the darkness. He quickly leaps to his feet and spins around, holding out a knife as she quickly scrambles to his side.

“Show yourself!” He yells.

A tall, raven haired woman steps out of the darkness, her skin white, her lips blood red and her eyes dark, almost completely black, like pools of oil. “There’s no need for weapons, as you can see, I am no threat.”

“What do you want?”

“I could ask the same thing, you are trespassing on my land.”

“Your land? This is a national reserve, we’ve got permits,” he says as he darts a look at his bag and then back to her.

She smiles and laughs, “Permits mean nothing to the bear, or the wolf, or the eagle, your words on paper are nothing to me, you have entered my land, you are now my prey.”

“What the fuck are you on?”

“What’s wrong with her eyes?” She whispers into his ear, the woman laughs once more.

“There is nothing wrong with my eyes dear, they are evolution, I am what you will all one day become,” she smiles. “Well, not you two.”

“What the?” But she does not answer, not in words anyway, in a flash of movement she is between then, knocking the woman to the ground and hoisting the man high into the air.

“It’ll only hurt for a moment, well, that’s what they tell me anyway,” she says, running a fingernail along one of the protruding veins in his neck before biting down. He gasps for air as her teeth pierce the fragile vein, and his blood rushes out, into her hungry mouth.

END

Fragile is today’s Daily Prompt

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.

September 17, 2016
Day 128 – The Dark – Short Story

The lights flicker and he feels her grip tighten around his throat, he struggles to push her away, but the strength she displays, is not fitting of someone her size. He struggles for another breath, and feels his throat begin to crumble underneath her clutches and then the black and white pockets of light erratically begin exploding in front of his eyes, and then, nothing, total, utter darkness. For what seems like forever he stands there, in the darkness, no pain, no worries, no anything, he knows full well that he’s either unconscious and dying, or dead, but whatever the current circumstances are, they will all end the same way, with his death.

“You shouldn’t have crossed her Roc, you should have done what she asked weeks ago instead of played the shit hand you were dealt,” a voice says from out of the darkness.

“I don’t need you running me through what I did wrong, anyway, after what happened to you, I wouldn’t take anything you said as gospel, more like that choking feeling you get in the back of your throat when you walk into the toilets and some piece of shit has laid cable a mile long in the shitter and not flushed it properly, or wiped his hands and you’re looking at your own hand, you opened the door with and you realised there’s shit on it because the disgusting piece of trash didn’t even wipe or clean his hands.”

“I came all the way here to bring you in, and this is how you treat me, like the enemy! I didn’t think we were on bad terms when I checked out?”

“You and me were always on bad terms Linney, ever since we were kids, so don’t come here trying to act like you’re here to make amends for all the shit that happened when we were both in the land of the living and breathing, just tell me what’s the next step? Where do we go from here? Downstairs?”

Linney laughs, and walks out of the darkness, dressed in a dirty, torn, black suit, he smiles a bloody smile.

“Downstairs? There ain’t no downstairs Roc, there’s only one place we all go after we bite the big one, and it’s magnificent, you’ll love it, truest me.”

“Then why do you look like shit?”

Linney laughs again, “If I looked like how I do now, you’d never recognise me, so I dressed in the old meat suit for you, help you feel calmer with the next step.”

“What next step?”

“Well, it’s the hardest part of it all, the one that we’ve all got to get past before we can move on to the next stage,” Linney says as he places a hand on his shoulder and squeezes, “Roc, you’ve got to bite it.”

“What? I’m not dead yet?”

“Nah, not yet, actually, not by a long shot. That bitch, she’s keeping you alive, transporting you somewhere right now, where she’s going to keep you for a few weeks, maybe months and she’s more than likely going to torture the fuck out of you, just to make an example to everyone else not to cross her, and then, maybe, she might kill you, or worst case scenario, for you anyway, because hey, I’m already dead. Worse case, she might just toss you back on the street, and well, that opens up a whole other ball game. But let’s not talk about it, let’s talk about what we’ll do once you’re on the other side…..”

But Roc doesn’t here anymore of his words, as he stares off into the darkness, his mind trying to comprehend what is going on, and then he feel it, the pain, and light suddenly breaks through the darkness and he finds himself bound to a chair.

END

September 17, 2016
Day 127 – Breakfast – 50 Word Story Expanded

“Don’t shit where you sleep, it’s that simple,” he says, smashing the bottle on the floor, he grabs one of the shards of glass and holds it out towards them.

“Really Stuart? You really think that’s enough protection, from us?”

“It’s all I need against you fucks, so come at me!”

“All brawn and no brains, she was right about you, young, dumb, and not that well hung,” he says with a broad grin, his eyes motioning towards Stuart’s naked body.

“Hung like Donkey Kong when it’s pumping along, didn’t realise it was the way you swung, are you jealous and want some?” He replies back, and lets himself enjoy the moment, smiling. “You’re not the only jack off that can rhyme Dolsalc, so either come and try and take me or piss off, I’m running out of patience.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of yourself, underestimating your enemy is a sure fire way to get yourself killed, but, I don’t need to tell you all this, do I?”

“Shut up and come try me, I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast!”

“You eat shit, for breakfast? Should I ask why? Dare I say some dietary reasons?”

“What?”

“It’s called humour, you know, getting a laugh?”

“God damn it!” he yells as he throws the glass shard to the ground. “I can’t do it, I just can’t fuck keep up with all these motherfucking changes!” he yells as he stares down the camera leans.

“What the fuck?” Dolsalc yells. “Again? Seriously, what’s it this time?”

“What’s it this time? Don’t be all fucking high and mighty Xavier, I’m not one of your moist teenage fans, I’m an actor, a talented on at that, and I’m sick and tired of the fucking script being changed twelve times a day and not finding out until were in the middle of a fucking scene.”

“You fucking pretentious piece of shit, come over here, and say it in my face.”

“Conner, Xavier, both of you, calm the fuck down, this has been part of the script since yesterday Conner, not to mention it’s the seventh time we’ve gone through it for the cameras. So I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about, and Xavier, remember the documents you signed, if George see’s this take, and when I say if, I mean when, he might see that as a threat and cancel your contract, so keep it in your pants,” a voice says from the other side of the camera.

“I don’t give a fuck J.J, this is bullshit, Xavier’s ad-libbed some lines not in the script, because my copy doesn’t have half the shit he’s coming out with,” he says as he darts Xavier a vicious glace.

“Don’t look at me Hollywood, my script is good, I don’t wander off it like some people I know,” he says, looking over him shoulder.

“Are you seriously trying to drag me into this argument,” a woman yells from behind.

“If the shoe fits sweetheart, you might as well show it off,” he says, obviously impressed with himself.

“Look, I don’t give a good god damn fuck, you’ve all got the same version of the script, no one’s ad-libbing or doing their own thing, we are all, together, working on one path. So, now, can I get someone in to redress the set, sweep up the smashed bottle, and we’ll start from the the fucking top again! Or do you all want to continue stabbing each other in the face for everyone to see?” the voice yells from behind the camera, silence follows. “Good, now, lets get this fucking thing wrapped so we can all get some air, for christ sake!”

END

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.

September 16, 2016
Day 126 – Bad Day IV From Below – Short Story

When the grenade went off I thought it was all over, but I was satisfied that taking Kildone, that fat fucking prick with me was a choice thing to do, fucked if I’d be going down there on my own. The grenade ripped through the fat fuck like a water balloon hitting its target, he just burst, and then it tore into me, the pain only lasted a second and then it was all over, things were a blur of nothingness for a while and then suddenly he was standing there, in the dark, looking all schmick and cashed up. He smiled and his dirty fucking teeth gleamed in the darkness like neon lights above a whore house, and he offered me a deal, said a man like me, with my skills would be useful to his establishment. I told the stupid fuck that he could go suck his own cock if he had one, and if not, to grow one and suck it, I was done with the shit that got to me down here, so he could just forget it and just throw me on the punishment train and I’ll take my lickings. He laughed and said that’s not the sort of answer he likes to hear, and then offered me a deal that he said I couldn’t refused. I told him to fuck himself again, this time with toys. He laughed again and said if I work for him for twenty years, and to trust him when he said this, that twenty years go quick down here, he would help facilitate my transfer upstairs, when I could be with my family. I’ve never been one to believe in heaven or hell, but to know my family earned their place upstairs made me smile. I told him I can smell bullshit a mile away and he’s full of it, after all isn’t he the king of lies. He took that remark badly and my whole body was one big ball of pain, he talked trash for a while before he laid a contract out in front of me and said it was bound and signed by upstairs themselves, he made the remark that he wasn’t the only interested in my skills. I still told him to go shove it, and that’s when he said it, that’s when he had my undivided attention. It seems that piece of shit Kildone had orchestrated a break out and he and a few hundred of Hell’s finest had made their way back to the middle ground as he called it. He said he’d give me whatever I wanted as long as I removed each of the souls from existence, permanently, but he didn’t need to continue crapping on, I had signed the contract right after he mentioned Kildone’s name.

So, that’s how I ended back up here, tracking down the Lord of Hell’s escaped convicts, and his twenty years, what a joke, it’s taking me three weeks to wipe out two hundred and seventy-six of the stupid fucks, I’ll only need another week if that. You see, Kildone, he’s a good talker, but it’s always the vomit of society who listen, like the vermin he surrounded himself with from down there, the scum who escaped with him, pieces of trash, like kiddie fiddlers, rapists, murders and small time fuck heads, these guys were nothing, not against me and especially not against a juiced up to the max version of me. So now, there’s only a handful of them left, and Kildone is one of them, I’m saving him for last, and he knows it, because this time, when I have him, he ain’t coming back, that, I’ll make sure of.

TO BE CONTINUED

September 15, 2016
Day 125 – Following – 50 Word Story Expanded

“Get inside, hurry!” He yells as he swings the metal pipe towards the horde of staggering, decomposing, hungry undead creatures that edge towards the small group as they tumble inside the powerless police station and quickly lock the doors. The creatures bang vigorously on the doorway, and the walls, the sound of glass smashing comes from somewhere in the back.

“Fuck! What the hell are we going to do, they’re fucking everywhere?”

“The cells, get to the cells, we should be able to hold them off from in there, Skeeter and I will grab all the firepower we can and you get the others to the cells,” he says to the sheriff, who nods his head in agreement and shepherds the small group towards the back.

“You know there’s fuck all in there don’t you?” Skeeter says as he spits a mouthful of saliva and tobacco onto the ground.

“Let’s just get what’s left, okay?”

“This is a dumb move, dumbest one anyone’s had yet.”

“Honestly, if I had more time to think about it, I wouldn’t be here right now, that’s for sure.”

“Bullshit Will, you deliberately went against everything you were asked to do, and then, to top it all off you came here, and now we’re all going to pay for it!”

“What the fuck? You’re blaming me for this?”

“If you had listened to Lawson we’d be out of town by now, instead of getting your nutsack in a twist.”

“It’s his fault all this started, if it wasn’t for him we’d be sitting down cracking a few beers instead of fighting off fucking zombies.”

“Lawson was only trying to do the right thing, for Sally, he was hurting, we all were, he was just…”

“He’s dead so can it, there’s no way he would’ve made it out of town, no way.”

“How the fuck do you know that for sure, these fuckers didn’t even go after the truck, they just stay in town and ended back here, with us, you dumb fuck!” He yells as he grabs Will by the shirt and slams him into the wall.

“Calm the fuck down Skeet, fighting amongst ourselves right now, we’ve got to keep it together other…” screams suddenly break out from the back of the station, putting an end to the argument.

“BECKY!” Skeeter yells as he shoves Will one last time as he rushes towards the cells, rifle in hand, Will stands there, as shots ring out, and then more screams. He tightens his hands into fists, a breaths quickly, readying himself for what was going to happen next. It’s a mummer at the start and then it gets louder and louder and they storm from the back and out into the office area, and they charge directly for him. He closes his eyes and pushes himself up against the wall and grits his teeth as he waits for them to hit, seconds turn into minutes, and as the minutes pass the more he’s tempted to look, until finally he can fight the urge no more and opens his eyes. They all stand before him, in silence, staring towards him, their rotting mouths hanging open, fresh, red, rich blood drips from them, but they make no sound, show no movement, they just stand there, starring.

“What the fuck?”

“Not what the fuck, but who the fuck,” a voice says, as the undead creatures slowly part, as he walks towards him, a smile broadly on his face.

“Lawson?”

“Hello little brother, miss me?”

END

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.

September 14, 2016
Day 125 – Final Show – YouChallenge Short Story

He looks over at her and smiles as he turns off the engine and releases his seat belt, looking over into the back at the two children who lie asleep.

“Poor dears, they were so excited to come here,” she’s says as she places a hand on his arm, he turns to her and smiles again.

“I know, all week it’s all they’ve been taking about, I guess the excitement wore them out.”

“And the long trip, we should have stayed with Mum and Dad instead of doing the drive on the same day,” she says.

“It’s almost better this way though,” he says as he places a hand on her leg. “More like when we first came here twenty-five years ago.”

“It was our first date, and almost our last,” she says with a giggle.

“Almost, but thankfully not, I felt like such a klutz all night, and was so sure I had messed it up,” he says as he grabs her and they kiss passionately.

“Thankfully though, you managed to redeem yourself,” she says as they sit with their foreheads touching, and staring into each other’s eyes.

“I still can’t believe they’re closing the old girl down though, I mean, she’s almost heritage listed for sure, my Grandfather used to bring my Dad and uncle Robert here when they were kids, and Dad us, it’s just a shame, it really is. I still can believe they’re going to build four high rise apartment on top of her, it’s just wrong, old man Rudy would turn in his grave.”

“Progress, income for the city, affordable housing for students, Clive, it’s best for the city, well that’s what they keep ramming down everyone’s throat.”

“Yeah well, it’s just wrong, I spent so many years of my life here before you, Dad would bring me, Dalton and Fletcher here every Sunday for the double B bill, I mean this place is the reason why I got into films in the first place, if I had the money…”

“If you had the money it wouldn’t matter honey,” she says as she snuggles next to him. “But it’s part of the reason why I love you so much, you care, it’s a rare thing,” she says as she kiss him on the cheek. “At least they allowed you to do this last night, to see her off properly.”

He smiles and lets out a laugh, “I don’t think they were comfortable allowing me to do this, I mean, I had to literally beg them to allow me to do this one last show before they tear her down, if old man Rudy was alive it wouldn’t have even been a question, but Rodney is nothing like his old man, he’s more money, not passion.”

A white light breaks the darkness and shines on the large screen and he looks at his wife and kisses her.

“Go get em stud,” she says as he climbs out of the car and walks up onto the strange, a hundred or more car horns beep like crazy and headlights flash as he reaches the center and stands in front of the microphone.

“My name is Clive Silverstone, I grew up in this town, and every Sunday my Dad, George, who is no longer with us brought me and my brothers here to be amazed by the wonders of film, and tonight I’m taking you on a trip as we farewell a true lady of the night. So sit back and get comfy, because we’re in for one hell of a final ride.”

END

The challenge was, ‘going to the last drive-in.’

September 14, 2016
Day 124 – Change – Short Story

His sits, staring at the four glasses in front of him and blinks his eyes several times before reaching out in an attempt to pick one of them up, he fails miserably and crashes to the floor in a heap.

“Shows over Macready, go home!” A voice says from above him, he slowly and awkwardly pulls himself to his feet using the stool and the bar, he looks at the barman and sways from side to side, trying to focus his vision on him.

“Fuck you Joe, I’m still good,” he slurs…

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September 13, 2016
Day 123 Daily Prompt – Stump – 50 Word Story Expanded

She spins the baseball bat in her hands like a baton, and slowly walks around him in a circle, “I fucking warned you Kevin, you should’ve stayed away from her, you should’ve listened to me. Now I’ve got to break some bones, I’ve got to teach you a lesson about listening.”

“What? are you off the boat? I haven’t gone anywhere near the bitch, not since she went running to you anyway. So why don’t you just fuck off before I teach you a lesson of my own,” he says with a wry smile.

“Bullshit, she told me what you did, what you made her do, you scum head,” she says as she swings the baseball bat at him, he swerves and ducks, she swings again, this time he pivots and jumps, the third time however, he’s unprepared for the backhand swing she surprises him with, and the hollow sound of wood hitting skull reverberate throughout his head as Kevin crashes to the dirty, wet concrete footpath in a heap, his whole word spinning. She grabs him by the hair and slams his head into the ground not once, but twice, then digs a knee into his left arm, pinning it to the ground. “You made me do this, all you had to do was be cool, understand the message, so don’t go running to anyone and telling them who did this, otherwise I’ll let everyone know what you really are!” She yells, he catches the light reflecting of the metal blade, he feels it connect as she brings it down, onto, no, not onto, into his arm, the pain shoots through him, and he screams as she winds up for another chop, which is quickly brought down. His body begins to burn, as if she had set him on fire, the pain from his arm is all consuming, and, as she gets to her feet, releasing her hold on his arm, the pain intensifies. He looks over to the bloody mess, at his hand, which lies severed from his arm, a few feet away.

“Oh my god, y-y-you cut it off, you fucking cut it off!” He yells out in agony as blood spews from the stump where his arm once was.

“I warned you Kevin, I told you what would happen if you touched her again, what I’d do to you,” she says.

“You didn’t say you’d cut my fucking hand off you crazy bitch, you said we’d have words!”

“I warned you, that was enough, now, go, you slimy maggot, before I cut something else off, that will upset you even more!”

He slowly struggles to his knees, and hugs his arm, as he frantically tries to grasp the situation and what he should do.

“For fuck sake Kevin,” she says, knocking him to the ground. “If you sit there you’re only going to bleed to death, you fucktard,” she says unhooking his belt and quickly looping it around his arm and tightening it, then pulls him to his feet. He looks at her, his eyes glassy, confused, lost almost, she grabs his hand from the ground and shoves it into his chest. “Don’t just stand there brainiac, go, take your fucking slimy hand and go, before I change my fucking mind.” she shoves him backwards and he stumbles out on to the road and off into the darkness, “Fucktard,” she says as she pulls her mobile phone from her jacket as it vibrates incessantly with purpose, signaling an incoming call, she smiles as she looks at the number and places the phone to her ear. “You timed it well, I just finished talking to the local handyman Kevin… Yeah, Kevin, the touchy-feely guy from the bar, the guy who couldn’t take no for an answer… Scott? Who the fuck is… Oh shit,” she says as she looks out, into the darkness. “I’ve got to go… Why? I just chopped Kevin’s fucking hand off that’s what!”

END

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.

Stump is today’s Daily Prompt

September 12, 2016
Day 123 – Right Hook – Short Story

“It’s not about whether you think you can do it, it’s about if we believe you can,” he says with a smile as he slaps his son, Theo on the back.

“That makes no fucking sense at all old man.”

“Of course it does, it makes the only sense, it’s not you winning this fight that matters, it’s getting the people, us, everyone out there, getting them to believe you can win, if that happens, then you’re halfway there.”

“How the hell does that make any sense, halfway there? I’m nowhere there,” he says as he launches himself up from the bench and starts throwing jabs into the air as if he was fighting an invisible opponent, he ducks and weaves, throwing a few more punches before he turns back to his father and begins to bounce from foot to foot, looking at his father the whole time. “The only way I’m going to beat him, is to be faster than he is, know what he’s going to do, and to outsmart him, no amount of people believing in me is going to make any of that easier.”

“You’ve got the right idea, but you need to come at it from a different angle, you see it’s all about outsmarting him, you’ve got that right, but you don’t need to outsmart him in the ring, you just need to get him off balance. You get him there and then you have a better chance of taking him down, he’s all about the people, the money, the talk, you get him worried that you’re good enough to put it down and he’ll make mistakes, he’ll start to doubt himself, and he’ll leave himself open for you to sneak in and take him down.” His father says enthusiastically.

“A guy like Wheatland ain’t going to let some other people’s opinions matter to him.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, trust me, you go out there and you ooze confidence, you get the people behind you, you don’t show any fear and he’ll start worrying, he’ll start making sloppy mistakes and you’ll have the chance to take him down and remove his crown, you just got to believe boy!” his father says with a big grin on his face.

“You’re crazy old man!” he says as the doors open and three men walk in, “It’s time kid, you ready?”

“I guess,” Theo says.

“No guessing, you’re either ready or your dead, either way, Wheatland will mop the floor with you, so don’t get too excited, not like your old man.”

“Fuck you Leroy, my boy is going to put that sack o’shit in his place!”

“Sure, and right after the show, Britney Spears is going to realises I’m the one she truly wants to be with and she’ll drop the restraining order. In other words, it ain’t going to happen, so move it, everyone is waiting!” he says as they lead them out of the change room, down a hallway, and out into the arena. As they head out towards the ring, the people cheer and scream, Theo feels the nerves kick in and he looks to his side and his father smiles and squeezes his shoulder and leans in to his ear.

“Remember son, ooze confidence, and you’ll win this fair and square, and if it helps, I drugged the fucker too!”

END

September 12, 2016
Day 122 – Understand – 50 Word Story Expanded

“Do you think they’ll understand everything that happened tonight?” She asks, looking up from her glass.

“I don’t fucking understand, and I was there, so no, I don’t,” he says as he empties the contents of his glass into his mouth.

“Then what’ll we tell them?” She asks.

“We lie, it’s the only thing we can do.”

“Isn’t that just going to make everything worse than what it already is?”

“How can it? How can it really make it worse?”

“I don’t know, I mean, we know the truth, we know what really happened, and who really did it, why don’t we just tell them?” She says.

“They’re going to think we’re stark raving mad, and then we’re suspects, no, I say we just lie, keep our mouths shut and get the fuck out of town, both of use, together, separately, I don’t really fucking care. But whatever we do, we get the fuck out of here before it’s too late.”

“No, that’s crazy, I’ve lived here my whole life, and I’m not about to run away because of a possibility.”

“Are you serious? A possibility? Really? We both saw it didn’t we? I wasn’t the only one, I mean, I’m gathering you did, because you sure as hell looked like you saw something, and the fact you pissed your jeans tells me you fucking saw something, so don’t be a cock.”

“I’m not being a cock, and I don’t mean possibility, as in I didn’t see anything, I mean possibility as in, do we even rate as potential targets?” She says.

“I’d say we fucking do, that thing, whatever it is wasn’t too happy we escaped, and I’d bet my life on that son of a bitch coming for us just as soon as it can,” he replies.

“Wouldn’t you think it would’ve already made its move? It’s been six hours, I don’t think it’s coming, so maybe we frightened it off, or better yet, killed it.”

“How in the fuck would we have done that? Last I saw that thing had Thomas Darby in its busted arsed clutches and was swinging him around like he was nothing. So tell me genius, how the fuck would we have managed to kill it?”

“Fuck, okay, maybe we didn’t kill it, but maybe we frighted it off.”

“How? Eighteen people in the twelve hours have gone missing, EIGHTEEN, and we’re lower order shit compared to some of those, god, Jerry Velcher’s place was shot up like a war zone, he got off three hundred an seventy two separate shots, and nothing, not a drop of blood, not a speck of anything, including Jerry. So I don’t see how you screaming and pissing yourself and me crying for my mum would have scared this thing off.”

“Okay, I’m just throwing out suggestions, don’t take it out on me.”

“I’m not taking it out on you, I’m just saying, you’re not thinking, you’re frightened, a little on edge, and that’s why we lie, because right now, the truth is better left off the table, trust me.”

“I’m still not sure, but I do know I need to go home, I need to sleep, and then we can talk about it tomorrow, when we’re both rested and level headed,” she says as she gets to her feet and pulls her jacket from the chair.

“I won’t be here Suzie, I’ll be long gone, I ain’t waiting around.”

“You do that, if you have to,” she says as she quickly pulls her jacket on, her sheriffs badge reflects the light into his eyes for a moment, “I’ll do what I have to, because no matter how shit scarred I am, no ten foot Netflix wanna be monster is going to scare me away from my town.”

END

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.

September 11, 2016
Day 122 – Sideways – YouChallenge Short Story

“So Sammy comes into the room and says, ‘hello nurse’ and then proceeds to try and dry hump all of the actresses who were there to audition for the roles of the triplets, before we even had the chance to get in and find the right girls, the right way. So just picture it, there I am, trying to quickly work my way through the applications so I can make sure I get something good and Terry is out there trying to fight Sammy off the girls, because she knows, once Sammy gets hold of them they’ll be worthless. That’s when I hear someone scream from the other room, so I run out to see Sammy standing there, his twelve inch cock hanging out, with Terry of all people slobbering over it. I grabbed Terry by her hair and tossed her into my office and told Sammy to get out, he waved his cock around, towards the girls like it was a flag, and said he was doing a live show in twenty minutes and the more girls the merrier. Half the girls ran out the door behind him, leaving their wet patches and I was left with these three,” he says as he nods towards the three girls.

“Does it worry you that none of them look anything remotely alike, and the script calls for triplets?”

“Sometimes you’ve got to ask the viewer for a little bit of leeway, this is one of those moments, but honestly, porn doesn’t really matter, people don’t care for the story, they just want good, wholesome, fucking, as long as they have good in and out bits, no one cares.”

“This isn’t what we started this company for, we said we were going to be different, stories, acting, and then fucking, now, it’s like you don’t even care, you just want money and nothing else.”

“That’s not true, we started this with one vision, and sure, over the last few days it’s changed a little, I mean, seriously, have you seen how fucking stupid some of these people in this industry are?”

“It doesn’t matter, we said we were going to change it all, make it worth something, maybe even do some legit movies, now your just throwing anyone who’ll open there legs and suck cock in front of the camera, I-I-I, it’s just not what I envisioned us doing, that’s all.”

“I promise, once we have all this shit down, once we have a system, and a good assortment of good, smart, intelligent, actors, we’ll do what we planned, but right now we’ve got to work through the dumb ones, just to begin with, okay?”

“Okay, fine, let’s just get started and we’ll pick it up later on, when we’re not so, busy,” he says as he looks over towards the girls. “Okay everyone, we’re going to go from the top again, so can you all get in your places!” he yells out, as he looks through the camera lenses. “And ACTION!” he calls out, he moves the cameras lens up along the candle and captures the stone walls of the dungeon in the candles flickering flames, the three naked girls lay shackled against the wall as a chainsaw crashes to the floor, covered in blood and the dirty, blood covered man drops his pants.

“Who’s first?” he growls.

END

The challenge was, ‘the flickering flames illuminated the dungeon.’

September 11, 2016
Day 122 – Foot Hold – Short Story

The ground cracks open like an egg, and a thick, hot, red substance pours out from within and runs down the valley, burning through whatever gets in its way, leaving only a trail of ash behind it. Slowly it makes it’s way towards the motionless body of Ricky Darville, as the liquid hits his body, it doesn’t burst into flames, he doesn’t jump in the air screaming in pain, and it doesn’t turn him into ash, instead, Ricky opens his deep, red, molten lava eyes and slowly raises himself to his feet. He looks down the valley, towards the small town of San Dumarce and smiles to himself.

“Daddy’s come home my little pets, soon we will all be wriggling and writhing in ecstasy as we make the next coming of your god!”

“Get out of him!” a voice growls, he turns to face a naked woman, she holds up a cross, her face twisted in anger, he runs his eyes up and down her body and smiles.

“Drop it child of Eve, you need not care for what is about to be done.”

“I care because I am not like you demon, I am a protector of this world and all who reside in it, you will go back to where you came from…” he is quickly at her, he knocks the cross away and grabs her by her throat and pulls her close.

“Shut up, do you know how many times I’ve heard pathetic wenches like you blabber on about the word of god, this and that and the other. Shit that I could not give a good god damn about, shit that means nothing to me, you are just another whore who needs something inside her otherwise she does not know how to feel, when it’s not a hand or a cock it’s god, jazzing up inside your sweet pussy. Well honey, I’ve got a something that can fill you up inside and then some, the junk on this piece of trash may not be my usual style but this ain’t my usual trip. That town down there, there’s a bitch by the name of Susan Everton walking around, acting like this place is hers, but it’s not and you’re going to help me see to it that she understands who really holds the power around here.”

“N-N-No, I won’t help you!” she screams, he buries a finger deep inside her and she moans loudly as she orgasms on his hand, he bites deeply down onto her left nipple and licks all the way to her mouth, where they kiss passionately.

“That’s just a starter, you help me and I’ll give you the main meal, you see child of Eve, I know what you want, I know what pushes your buttons, so don’t try to fool me. I’m here not just for Susan, I’m here to soil you with my kind, you will bring into this world the next coming, the next antichrist, all you’ve got to do is bend the fuck over and I’ll do the rest of the work.”

She bends over and press herself against him, “Take me then, make me yours.”

“Like I said, I’ve got to…….” He stops mid-sentence as he feels pain unlike anything he has ever felt before, he lifts his hand into view as it disintegrates in front of him. “What the fuck?”

“Not what, but who!” She says as he looks up, staring down the barrel of a shot gun, “Don’t worry honey,” she says. “What I’m about to unload inside of you will make all the pain go away!” she says as she pulls the trigger.

END

September 11, 2016
Day 121 Daily Prompt – Sandwich – 50 Word Story Expanded

“This is it, this is the one,” he says as he slams the sandwich down in front of her.

“Sure, like you haven’t said that at least fifty times in the last three days.”

“This time I mean it.”

“You’ve said that as well,” she replies as she rolls her eyes in their sockets.

“Just try it, trust me, this one will take out first place for sure, and then, we’ll be set for life.”

“It’s just a sandwich competition for christ’s sake Jeremy, it’s not like they’re going to pay you a millions for it. The winner just gets their sandwich on the menu for a few months, that’s it, you spaz.”

“Trust me, this sandwich will turn heads, fill stomachs, and most importantly, be our ticket out of this hole!” He says as he shoves it in her face. “One bite, I swear this is the last time, if it isn’t as good as I know it is, I’ll stop.”

“Okay, okay, but this is the last time, after this, I don’t want to hear about this stupid competition again?”

“I promise,” he says as she takes a bite and begins to chew, her eyes grow wider and wider, her cheeks glow as blood rushes into them and her heart pumps faster and faster in her chest. “Its good right? Best sandwich you’ve ever tasted?”

“This isn’t a sandwich, this is two pieces of bread with heaven shoved between them! How did you, a never has been, come up with a filing so mouthwatering?” She asks as she takes another enormous bite.

He smiles as he leans in towards her, “First, I cut Jerry’s throat.”

Her mouth drops open, “Y-Y-You k-k-killed Jerry?”

“I know, I know, it was an accident, bu….”

“How in the hell do you make an accident like that? For fuck sake Jeremy, what the hell are we going to do?”

“It’s okay, no one needs to know, we just don’t say anything and if we’re asked we act like we don’t know anything, in the end it will seem like he just took off.”

“Are you insane? Do you really expect me to lie to cover your arse? I won’t be a part of it, I just won’t,” she yells as she throws the sandwich onto the table and rushes to the sink, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. “I can’t believe you Jeremy, I just can’t,” she says as she greedily swallows the water and fills the glass again.

“Mickey, you’ve got to understand, by the time I realised what I’d done it was too late, and I didn’t want to waste the meat. So I did the only thing I could think of, and really, what better way to dispose of the body, than sticking it in the mix,” he says as he stares at the half eaten sandwich, before looking over at his wife.

“You could’ve at least told me before I had a fucking bite, you jerk!”

“I know, but you would’ve tried it, and I needed you to,” he says as he walks to Mickey’s side and clutches her hands in his. “I’ll throw out the rest of the mix, I’ll make a new one, I’ve got the formula now, it’ll be okay, I promise. You just have to keep this one little secret for me.”

The door to the kitchen crashes open and a little girl runs in, tears streaming down her face, “Mummy, Mummy,” she yells, grabbing her Mickey by her legs. “I can’t find Jerry, he’s not in his cage, you have to come help me find him, he might be hurt or worse,” she says, Mickey looks at him, as she strokes her daughters hair, he feels her anger rip at him like a knifes blade.

“It’s okay honey, I’m sure he’s fine, lets ALL go out and see if we can find him.”

END

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.

Sandwich is today’s Daily Prompt

September 10, 2016
Day 121 – Listen – 50 Word Story Expanded

“I really need you to open your fucking ears and take in what I’m about to say. Do you think you can do that Betty?” He says as he leans across the desk towards her. She slowly nods her head, as the remainder of the class quietly giggle to themselves. “Are you all finding this funny?” he asks loudly, the giggling stops and he storms to the front of the class room. “Let’s see how funny you think this is, by the end of tomorrow, I want a ten page essay on the rigors of cheating, what the benefits and negatives are, and an in-depth discussion on one or several lies you have told over the last three years. Failure to complete this assignment will see you fail this class.”

“You can’t be serious?” a voice yells out from within the students.

“I’m serious Mister Wilkinson, deadly serious, if you all think that this is all about joking, all about relaxing, well then, I have news for you, this is about learning, not what you want to learn, but what I want you to learn. Now, I suggest you all get started, and Mrs Tyson, I’ll see you outside,” he says as he marches towards the door, she quickly scrambles out of her seat and rushes out the door, he follows her once she is out, slamming the door behind him.

“What in the hell do you think you’re playing at?” He growls.

“Sorry?”

“Don’t you fucking do that to me ever again, do you hear?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about sir, honestly.”

“Don’t stand there and lie to me like that, do you take me for a fool, we had a deal, an arrangement that was mutually benefiting, or so I thought, if I realised all you were after was wiggle room, I would never of put myself in such a position.”

“I still have no idea what you’re going on about, what deal?”

“The deal, you’re the one aren’t you, you and that piece of slime you call a boyfriend, you’re the ones who sent me the video, don’t play stupid, I know it was you.”

“I think, whatever’s going on, you’re barking up the wrong tree, I d…”

“Don’t fucking lie!” he yells as he shoves her against the wall. “I know it’s you Vanessa, I recognise your voice off the video.” He watches as the blood drains from her face and he smiles. “I fucking knew it, I fucking knew it was your voice, you and that rat bastard Bender.”

“Fuck you, you want the whole school to see what you do when you’re not standing in front of a class room of students? Do you want the principal to see you and his wife?” He takes a step back, and she smiles this time. “All hot air are we sir? Why don’t you remember who has control of the strings, before you find yourself out on the street, sir,” she says with a wry smile.

“You don’t understand, you couldn’t, you can’t kee…”

“I’ll keep doing whatever I want, and next time you try to bite back doggie, I’ll punish you,” she says as she spins around, opening the door and marching back into the class room.

END

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.

September 10, 2016
Day 121 – Retrospect – Short Story

Steve stares at Jason for some time, before he finally says something that could be understood as words.

“So let me get this straight, just so I know what you’re saying I understand, you’re a cybernetic android that was sent back in time from the year twenty forty-nine with the task of protecting me from an impending attack that would happen sometime in the past, or my future, am I with you so far?”

“Yes, yes, we have already agreed upon that part, several times in fact,” Jason says.

“Okay, don’t blow a fuse, literally,” Steve says with a giggle. “Now this thing sent back to kill me from the future, you don’t know when it will attack, you just took a guess and came back as early as you could in the hope you had enough time to stop this, whatever it is, from killing me?”

“That’s correct, without the proper equipment we could not pin point the exact time that the line diverted from the original time line, all we could confirm was that you had been killed and so I was sent back, to ensure your survival.”

“Right, so, I’m a pretty big deal to the whole future and shit? Like John Conner from Terminator? I mean your no Arnold, but you are anatomically correct, I’ll give you that, and you can use it all, but, do you have cool lines, like ‘I’ll be back!’?”

“Your importance to the future, is, in my opinion, is not that sort of importance, you are important, but not to the survival of the world or anything.”

“What? You mean I’m not the saviour of the human race, I’m not John Connor?”

“No, in fact, you’re quite annoying, to the point that Ronald jumped into the time stream just to remove you from the picture.”

“What? What the hell, who’s Ronald, before you said it was some unknown assassin, now you’re calling him by a name?”

“Yes, I may have lied to you a little, you see, the truth is you’re not that important, but Benny thinks you are, to him anyway, that’s why he sent me back, to stop Ronald from killing you in the past, before you two meet.”

“Okay, so who the hell is Benny?”

“Benny is who you refer to as, John Connor, he’s the leader of the human resistance, a great man, a visionary, without him the human race would be extinct by now, and he’s the reason I’m here, saving your arse.”

“I must be important if this great leader of the human resistance seems to think so.”

“Yours his lover Steve, some trashy, obnoxious piece of trailer trash he took a fancy to and apparently can’t live without, that’s why he sent me back to stop Ronald from killing you, but unfortunately he made one mistake when he sent me.”

“What was that?” Steve says nervously.

“He didn’t realise that we were lovers as well,” Jason’s says as he grabs Steve by the bare arse cheek and squeezes it.

“I thought you were going to say you wanted me dead as well,” he says with a sigh of relief.

Jason laughs, “I said were,” he says with a wicked smile.

“Oh fuck, did we have a messy break up?”

“Not as messy as it’s going to get from here,” Jason says as he pushes Steve off the bed and onto the floor.

“What are you going to do?”

“Well, right now, I think it’s time to take out the trash once and for all.”

END

September 10, 2016
Day 120 – Strength – 50 Word Story Expanded

“It’s not fair, it’s not the way it should’ve went down, I could’ve done better,” he yells as he drives punch, after punch into the bag, his knuckles split open, bloody, his face, bruised and swollen.

“There’s no shame in defeat,” a voice says from the shadows.

“I should’ve won!”

“But you didn’t, he knocked you down, five times in the second round, and you didn’t get back up that last time. But there’s no harm in that, use it to make you stronger, let it eat at you, let it define your existence, and then, when you step in the ring with him again, let it out.”

He grabs the bag and lightly head-butts it, trying to catch his breath, he looks out, into the darkness of the shadows, his eyes tighten as he searches for movement, “Want to stop hiding in the shadows for a while, there’s no one else around, it’s just you and me,” he says, seconds later the older man steps from the darkness, he smiles broadly and lets out a raspy laugh.

“I’m not hiding in the shadows boy, I’m standing behind the projector, watching the images play before me, reliving memories.”

“You are one crazy old man, no matter how much you play it up, I know I’ve taken some good hits around the head, but it’s still solid up there, I’m not stupid.”

“I never said you were, and I’ve never treated you that way, but I’m telling the truth, like it was told to me, when…”

“I know old man, you told me before, how you were down and out, just like me, and then one day this old guy showed up and everything seemed to start making sense. He spoke to you like he knew what was really going on in your head, he helped you focus the rage, harness the gift you had, and made you into the man you are today. Which, I might add, is old and crippled,” he says motioning towards the cane in his hand, the old man frowns for a moment, and looks to the ground, centring all his weight on the cane.

“I too, like you, felt confused, arrogant and self-righteous. I gave the old man a serving, even after I had accepted his help, and he still stood by my side, he still helped guide me, no matter how much I pushed him away. And then, one day, he was gone. I never had the chance to thank him for what he did for me, or ask him why, not that I cared, but, one day, not long before I came into your life I realised what I had to do, realised why he had come to me, and knew, it was my turn to pay it forward,” he says, as his eyes well up with tears.

“I get it all old man, I really do, and I gave you my word I’d give your way a try, but don’t try to preach to me about passing shit on, because I’m all about being number one, not the fucker holding number ones bucket,” he says as he barges past him, and out into the locker rooms, the old man turns and smiles to himself.

“God I was such an arrogant brat when I was young.”

END

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.

September 9, 2016
Day 120 – Cut And Run – Short Story

“It’s not your fault Benny, you didn’t know he wasn’t to be trusted,” Jacob says to his son as he places a hand on his shoulder.

“I should have known, I should not have trusted that scum bag, I knew there was something wrong with him and now, now he’s run off with everything, to who knows where!” he says as he begins to cry in his hands.

“It’s okay, we’ll be fine, it was just money he took anyway, nothing we can’t get again,” he says as he looks at his other son and nods his head. “Now Patrick, you go out to the barn and you do your chores as well as Benny’s, I’ll be out to help you in good time,” he says, Patrick nods his head and quickly heads out the doorway, he looks up at his wife and smiles a uneasy smile before he turns back to his son.

“Now boy, when you told us of your life choices we found it hard to accept at first, for you to be abandoning your god given mission of procreation, to instead have sexual relations with another person of the same gender, it broke me, but you know that, because I’ve never lied about the way I’ve felt. But we accepted you for who you are and that the changes you made in your life are not due to anything we did wrong when we raised you, these changes are your changes, your desires, and are a part of who you are. Now you’re going to hurt for a little while, we all do when love is taken away, its worse when we realise that the person we thought we loved turned out to be nothing but a piece of shit. But you get it from all sexes, so you just take it easy for a few days and then, you’ll see, once you have got all the crying out of your system, that life ain’t too bad anymore.”

“T-T-T-Thanks Dad,” He says as he leaps up and grabs his father in a bear hug, crying profusely, he hugs his son back tightly as his wife watches on, smiling at the sight of the boy and his father, and a tear runs down her cheek. After a few moments he makes his way out of the house and onto the porch and lights up his pipe, taking several tokes on it before he grabs an umbrella from the side of an old couch and makes his way across the field, towards the barn where Patrick waits, chewing on a piece of hay.

“So, what are you going to do?” Patrick asks as they walk into the barn.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that son of a bitch hurt Benny and stole from us, so what are you going to do to him?”

“Patrick, my boy,” he says as he takes another toke on his pipe and places a hand on Patrick’s shoulder. “Why don’t we just see where the night takes us,” he says as they both look over to the gagged young man whose hands are bound and tied to the rafter that runs through the centre of the barn.

END

September 9, 2016
Day 120 Daily Prompt – Elegant – Short Story

He looks over towards her, how beautiful she is, he thinks to himself as she catches his wandering eyes and smiles, her cheeks flush as they get hit by a rush of blood, he returns the smile with his own and picks up his glass and walks over to her.

“Do you mind?” He asks, motioning to the empty seat beside her.

“No, please, company would be a grand adventure,” she says, playing with the straw in her drink.

“I’m Derek, and you are?”

“Do we really need to know names?” She asks with a laugh.

“Names are given to us so we not only know when we are spoken to, but to also allow others to know what to call us when they are in fits of ecstasy.”

She laughs again, “Sure of yourself,” she says as she twists the straw around in her glass, stirring the liquid into a whirlpool like state.

“I’m neither sure, nor unsure, but it always helps to be prepared,” he says with a broad smile.

“Jessica,” she replies, as she places a hand on his, he feels a coldness rush through his body from her touch, he nervously smiles, as he feels his foot begin to jiggle up and down sporadically, as if someone had just turned on a jackhammer. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry, I don’t know what’s come over me,” he says as he grabs his leg with both hands and pushes it to the ground firmly.

She smiles and laughs, “How long?”

“Sorry?”

“How longs it been since you’ve been out here, in the real world?”

“Is it that obvious?”

She laughs once more, “Very, I’d say a few years, six maybe?”

“Eight.”

She smiles, “Divorced?”

“Separated.”

“You or her?”

“I caught her screwing our next door neighbour three weeks ago, apparently they’d been doing it for some time, so I’d say me.”

“Kids?”

“Two, Kevin and Sally, you always this thorough?”

“Only when I’m interested.”

He smiles, “So how about you?”

“All of the above, a year ago I discovered my husband had been sleeping with my brother, when I say discovered, I mean I caught them fucking in our bed. I’d been away for work and came home early, with all intentions of surprising him, and well, found them doing the deed. So, I left, moved out here and started a new life.”

“How’s it working out?”

“Honestly, some days it’s the worst decision I made, others, it’s the best, how about you? Regret anything yet?”

“Not hitting the neighbour, that’s a big regret,” he says with a laugh.

“There’s still time for that, believe me.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t give either of them the satisfaction, I’m after the be happy bullshit, that always seems to be the winner.”

“Ah yes, be happy, otherwise called, lie your arse off to them and hope they get jealous.”

“Something like that.”

“So Derek, now that we know each other a bit better, do you want to get out of here and find somewhere a little more elegant, so we can continue getting to know each other? This place is a total dive.”

“You’re the one who picked this place not me.”

She smiles and slaps him on the arm, “Stay in character honey.”

END

Elegant is today’s Daily Prompt

September 9, 2016