Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Category: Short Story

Day 83 – Hippy Shake – YouChallenge Short Story

“I’m telling you it’s not normal,” Tony says to Jerry, his supposed best friend, that was up until five minutes ago.

“You’re just being crazy, honestly man it’s nothing, you’re overreacting, it’s not that bad.”

“You just said it was nothing and now you’re saying it’s not they bad, so obviously it’s something, maybe I should get it looked at?”

“Who by? A doctor? I wouldn’t go to a doctor about that, they’ll probably call in the government and then they do all sorts of tests on you and shit.”

“What the fuck are you taking about, I thought you said it was nothing? Why the fuck would they want to do fucking tests on me if it’s nothing?”

“Okay, maybe it’s something…”

“What the fuck?”

“Look, it’s pretty obvious, I mean you can hear it from across the room.”

“What? Seriously?”

“Honestly?”

“That’s why I’m fucking asking?”

“I could hear it before you even came into the room, I was sitting here just eating my burger and then I heard this music, and I’m thinking, where the fuck is that music coming from and then you came around the corner and I was like, oh wow is that coming from Tony? I though, fuck man, you’ve got your iPod on way too loud and then you sat down and well here we are talking about this crazy arse soundtrack that’s following you around, like your own, fuck man, it’s like you’ve got your own personal theme music man, that’s awesome when you think about it,” Jerry says smiling at Tony, who gives him a cold look back.

“It’s not cool Jerry, it’s driving me insane!”

“Okay, just calm down then, when you get excited the music gets more pace, more of a beat, man, it is like it’s your own personal theme music, honestly man it’s cool, seriously, when the fuck did it start happening?”

“Two days ago, like I fucking told you when I first sat down, we were sitting around have a few cans at Darby’s and his sister rocked up with some guy she met at some crazy party she has been at up in the hills, you know some hippy commune acid party. And this dude was like a soft dude, you know, he was like, hi man, your aurora is like so ultra-positive and deep, you should come up to the commune, you would really dig it man, you know too over the top, like almost fake. Anyway they hung around, we all ended up stoned, the hippy was like my best friend and we started talking about cool shit we’d love to have, and I said, I’d love my own soundtrack to follow me around every day and he said I can make that happen, I said some bullshit, most of it I can’t remember and he held out his hand and told me to shake his hand and he’d make my wish a reality, and here we are, so back to my original question, have you fucking seen Darby’s sister?”

END

The challenge was, ‘what the fuck was that sound?’

August 3, 2016
Day 82 – In His Eyes – Short Story

“Why are you so afraid of him?” He asks as he sits down next to her. “What’s the worst thing that can happen?”

“We could be end up worse off than we are now,” she says with an awkward smile, shielding her eyes from the sun, she picks up the bottle of water and takes a large mouthful before passing it towards him, he shakes his head and she replaces the lid.

“Do you think they’re still out there?”

“Of course they are,” she says. “They’re waiting for the sun to go down, and then they’ll make their move, then they’ll come for us.”

“So, we’ve got no choice, let’s do it!”

“We could be walking straight into their trap, they could want us there, it’s too risky.”

“How long have you been stuck there Emily? How long have you wanted to make them suffer like they made you? I came out her to investigate this fucked up cult and Father Lucas, I spent months to get this deep, and I’m not going to run, I’m not going to let them continue, not while I have a chance to stop them. I say we go back and we put an end to their twisted fucking world once and for all, lord knows how many others have been where you are, forced to do things with them, forced to be their play toys, let’s hit back. They won’t be ready, you know it’s the only way, we’ll never survive once they come for us, or worse, they’ll lock us up and we’ll be right back where we started.”

“Or we could end up right back there by going back and trying to stop them, I say we keep moving, while it’s still light, get as much distance as we can from them, find somewhere we can protect ourselves and wait for them to come.”

“What’s the difference between what you’re suggesting and what I’m suggesting?”

“We’ll have the advantage,” she says as she slowly gets to her feet, she lets out a grimace of pain as her dried, blistered, bloody feet take the weight of her naked body on the dry, harsh ground.

“I think it’s wrong, we need to attack, running and hiding won’t work,” he says as he runs his hands through his matted hair and grabs a handful in each hand and pulls, letting out a groan of frustration.

She places a hand on his shoulder and squeezes it, “I’ve been here longer than you, I’ve seen others try and fail, they all do, trust me, we have to run, Father Lucas is too strong in his own house, his lord protects him,”‘ she says as she looks off into the distance, towards the hills, she sees something move, quickly, and then, it is gone, and then she feels a shot of pain rip through her stomach and she clutched her bloated belly, gently rubbing it, turning to him and smiling. “He kicked.”

“You still think it’s a he?”

“I know it is, I can feel him, he’s going to be like his father, big and strong,” she stares off into the distance, back towards the hills. “That’s where we have to go, it’s safe there, and we can protect ourselves.” She says as she slowly, and painfully makes her way across the rocky, hot land, towards the mountains, towards him, she knows he’s waiting, she knows he will not harm her, she looks over at Kyle and grabs his hand and pulls him along with her. “Let’s hurry, it will be getting dark soon, and they’ll come for us.”

He pulls away and looks back toward the house and then her, “You go, I’m going to take care of those sick fucks, you go hide, protect the child, I’ll come back to you once I’m done,”‘ he says as he rushes off toward the house and she slowly makes her way toward the hills, as the sun sets and the coldness of the land begins to set in she sees him, waiting in the darkness for her, and she smiles as he opens his arms wide.

“My little butterfly, why did you try and fly away?”

“I knew you’d be waiting, I thought I could bring him to you, so you could punish him, but he could not, he only wanted vengeance, retribution.” she says as she presses her naked body against him.

“Fear not my butterfly, all those who seek salvation shall be dammed, for salvation is not taken it is given, your brothers and sisters of the cloth will show him the error of his way.”

“And if he succeeds in his vengeance?”

“Then the snake will drink from his skull, for that is the lord’s way, and we will follow him into the valley of death, for we fear no evil.”

END

August 2, 2016
Day 81 – Dream A Dream – Short Story

He flicks the electric blanket off and rolls around in the bed for a few moments as he tries to find that comfy spot, once he finally manages to feel like he’s found it, he reaches up and turns off the bedside lamp, and he closes his eyes, anticipating, hoping, that maybe tonight will be the night he actually gets some sleep. For the past three weeks, Leonard has found it almost impossible to get any decent sleep, thirty minutes here, and hour there, but nothing that really allows him to recharge. Because when he does close his eyes, he is greeted with images of a volatile nature, bodies twisting and turning, broken and bloody, screams of pain and agony, a vision of something, he’s never witnessed before, and the laughing, that’s what disturbs him the most, there’s laughing, a deep, male voice, always laughing at the pain and suffering of those broken bodies. He lies there staring at the clock and closes his eyes again, thirty seven minutes ago he took two of the tablets that his doctor prescribed to help him sleep, he referred to them as light sedatives and should only help him fall asleep and stay asleep, but they should not effectively put him in a coma like Valium can. He feels himself begin to drift away, and smiles as he finally, feels like tonight, is his night.

He opens his eyes seconds later and leaps out of bed in a panic, around him is no longer the room he knows, but his bed has somehow been transported into a run down, dirty old shed, he can hear the roof creaking in the wind, and a cold breeze rips through his body, and he can hear it, a dripping sound, coming from behind him, he slowly looks around and falls off the bed and crashes to the floor, he nervously looks up, over the bed, at the bodies that hang from the ceiling upside down, a sea of blood beneath them as they drip, drip, drip into it.

“What the fuck? What the fuck? Wake up, wake up!” he stammers to himself, he feels a hand slap down on his shoulder and he nervously looks over and scrambles backwards at the sight of the smiling man, with a thin moustache, and wispy goatee, dressed in a bloodstained white jumpsuit with a rubber apron on.

“What, did I scare you Patrick?” he asks.

“How the fuck do you know my name?”

He laughs, “Why wouldn’t I know your name, it is your dream after all, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what the fuck this is, but this is not my dream?”

“Oh, sorry, wait, yes, yes, your right, let me get the ambience back,” he says as he clicks his fingers, the screaming starts and the hanging bodies behind him begins to twist and turn, the lights flicker on and off and Patrick forces his hands over his ears and tightly closes his eyes.

“STOP!” he yells and then everything goes quite, he slowly opens his eyes and finds himself sits on the floor of his room and lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank god,” he says softly.

“Don’t thank that interloper, always ruining my fun, thank me, I’m the one who made all the voices go quite,” the man says, Patrick darts a look over to the chair that sits in the corner and he slowly peeks his head out of the darkness and smiles.

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Everything my dear boy, everything, weeks of work, things your puny little mind would never understand, no matter how long, and how much information you were given, all you need to know is, that you’re mine now, to do with as I please, as I have with all the other disconnected souls that have haunted your dreams over the past few weeks, and while you’re here, being my latest toy thing, your earthly body will lie in an eternal slumber, never to wake, again,” he says with a smile.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Who the hell are you?”

“I’m talking about always making sure you read up on what you’re taking Patrick old boy, you never know who is slipping you a mickey, and who I am,” he says with a big smile. “Let’s just call me the devil and be done with it all!”

END

August 1, 2016
Day 80 – Stale Mate – Short Story

“So, which finger should I take off first?” he asks as he runs the blade across her broken, bloody hand, she looks up at him with spite in her eyes and spits a wad of saliva and blood into his face.

“Fuck you!” She screams, he laughs as he wipes it away with his hand.

“Come now Sonia, we’ve already been there, and if I remember rightly, you quite enjoyed it, I think you actually said I was the best you had.”

“That’s before I realised you were a piece of shit, and all girls lie, it keeps you boys happy, had I known you were as fucked up in the head as you are I would have told you the truth, that you’ve got a tiny dick and you have no idea how to turn on a woman,” she says as she tries to twist her way out of the bindings that hold her to the chair, but she has no success and in the end screams at him like a uncontrollable child, and all he does is laugh.

“Please, don’t hurt yourself, that is my domain,” he says as he drives a solid right hook across her face and she slips to the side, unconscious. He spins around, and looks towards the ceiling and nods his head in understanding, as if someone has just spoken to him. “It will be done, she will not escape, she will be one with you soon.” He turns back to her and smiles as he brushes the hair from her face and licks the blood from her cheek, her eyes shoot open and she drives a devastating head-butt to his face, smashing open his nose, and he tumbles backwards, crashing to the floor. She frantically wriggles and twists and turns, thumping the chair into the ground, using all her weight, until finally, one of the legs shatter away and she goes crashing to the floor on her side, still bound to the chair. She lies there for a few moments, dazed, before she realises that he’s begun to stir, and she struggles to get to her feet, but the chair restricts most of her movement, but finally, she manages to get to her knees, as he, slowly pulls himself to his feet. She digs deep within herself, for energy she does not have, and forcers herself up, letting out a groan of pain and then like a bull, charges at him, the two crash into each other and the chair shatters into pieces as she crashes into the floor, and she frantically get to her feet.

“You fucking bitch!” he screams as he grips the blade tightly and uses the wall to pull himself up. “You fucking little self-absorbed bitch, you think you’re going to stop me? You think you’re going to escape his clutches?” he yells. She strikes him across the head with one of the broken legs of the chair and he crashes back into the wall, she strikes him again, and again, and again until his head is a bloody, mushy, grotesque version of what it was, and she spits on him.

“Fucking dirt bag, who’s the bitch now?”

Suddenly, from behind her, the sound of someone clapping their hands in celebration begins, she spins around to face three men, all dressed in suits, she throws the leg of the chair at the middle ones feet. He looks down, as some blood flicks onto his shoes, and he looks back up at her.

“Don’t blame me, you locked me in here with the piece of shit,” she says calmly.

“Miss Avadon, you were told to engage with the suspect, not allow yourself to become a prisoner of his, this is most disappointing.”

“Well, disappoint this,” she says as she drives a hard right to the man’s head, knocking him to the ground, the other two pull the revolvers and quickly train them on her.

“Don’t” he yells as she rubs his jaw. “She is allowed that one,” he says as he gets to his feet and straightens his tie. “The next time you try something like that…” in a flash she is on him, quickly driving well placed kicks to the other two and finishing up with a blade at his neck.

“The next time I try something like that, you will not be so luck,” she says as she shoves him away and drops the blade as she walks out of the room and down the corridor, he straightens his tie again and smiles.

“She’s ready.”

END

July 31, 2016
Day 79 – Knight Life – Short Story

“To the eater of souls I send you!” She screams as she drives the sword deep into the Kings chest, and spins quickly around, pulling the sword free and waving it at the oncoming knights.

“Vile wench, I will have your head!” One of the knights yells as he charges at her, his sword drawn high into the air, he swings it powerfully towards her, but she out manoeuvres his attack and drives her sword up between the joints of his armour and digs it into his side, he screams in pain and crashes to the ground as she quickly arms herself with his dropped sword and swings it toward the other knights who stand a few feet away.

“Come you cowards, are you afraid of woman?” She screams as she waves the swords towards then.

“You are not a woman,” he says weakly from her side, as he cough up blood. “You are a vile demon, sent from the witch’s realm to lay siege to our kingdom, but you will not su-su-succeed, we will vanquish…..” and he slumps forward and she looks back at the other knights.

“Is that what you all think? You all truly think I am but a weapon of the witch?”

“Don’t try and bedazzle us with your words, we know what you are!” one of the knights yells.

“You’re all fools, don’t you see it, the king was a slave to the witches calls, he was bedding her nightly while you all rode off and risked your lives for him, under the same roof as I sleep, in the very bed I conceived our children, your king, my husband, was screwing the evil that has taken so many of your brothers from you. What I did today, was only the beginning, together, let us bring on the ending,” she yells proudly, the knights dart each other looks, until one of them speaks.

“Lies, all lies, you’re trying to deceive us woman,” the knight yells as he charges towards he, suddenly a bow strikes him through the skull and his body crashes to the ground, the other knights turn to face the legendary red knight, who stands at the entrance of the throne room.

“She speaks the truth, for I have seen it, I have witnessed your kings sins and he was guilty of nothing but death,” the knight says. The other knights all fall quickly to their knees, resting their heads on the hilt of their swords. He waves his hands, “Do not bow before me, I am not your kin or your king.”

“Then who shall we follow? Who shall lead us into victory against the witch? If no one takes his place then we have no chance, the people will desert us without someone to rule over them and with that, the witch will win.”

“You already have a leader, you already have a queen, let her show you the way you must go,” he says as he points towards her, she takes a step back as they turn to her, and share quick glances between each other before they all knee before her.

“We pledge ourselves to you, our queen and we swear, we will die protecting you are your people,” they say in unison.

“Rise, my knights of Gwendoor, for I need not you be my servants, but my comrades at arms, for I will not sit while you risk your lives for this kingdom, tonight we ride, and we kill the witch and drive her kind out of our valley and into extinction!” she screams, the knights raise their swords in unison.

“Long live the queen, long live the queen, long live the queen!”

She sits there staring at the images inside the cauldron and begins to laugh, “Yes long live the queen indeed, I’ll be waiting, sister.”

END?

July 30, 2016
Day 78 – Take Me Home – Short Story

“Take me home, please?” She says, he slams his hands on the steering wheel and stares forward, looking out over the lake and takes a deep breath.

“Was it something I said? I thought we were having a good time?”

“We were, are, it’s just getting late, and Dad was precise about the time, no later than midnight,” she says as she bites into her lower lip.

He looks at his watch, eleven fifty-two, and lets out a sigh of frustration before leaning back in his seat, and flashes her a wicked smile.

“What about a quick blow job?” he says as he places a hand on his groin.

“Bobby, I don’t think so, we better get back,” she says as she grabs her seat belt and locks it in.

“Come on Lori, just a quick one, I think I deserve it.”

“Sorry?”

“After tonight, putting up with that lame arse movie, I think I deserve something for that.”

“You said you liked it?” she says as she tries to smile as he places a hand on her neck and strokes the side of her face.

“Lori, honey, we’ve been dating for two weeks now and you haven’t even kissed me on the lips, don’t you think it’s about time we took it to the next level, don’t you think it’s about time you paid a bit of attention to me?”

“Bobby, please, I’m not ready, not yet, we talked about this, you know what happened to me when I was ten, it’s, it’s just, I can’t, please take me home Bobby, please.”

“Look Lori, I understand, I really do, I know what you went though and no kid should go through that, but I’ve got needs, and they need to be satisfied, just touch it,” he says as he grabs her hand and places it on his groin, she can feel the hardness of his penis and he lets out a deep, long breath.

“Bobby, please, no,” she says.

“It’s okay Lori, I love you, it’s all good,” he says as he undoes his fly and slides her hand inside, she can feel the warmth of his member, as a tear runs down her face, he wipes it away and smiles at her. “I love you baby,” he says as he forces her hand to grip it and then he beings to slowly move himself back and forth. “Squeeze it,” he says, tightening his grip on her wrist, she obeys his orders as and he quickly begins to pick up speed, then suddenly stops and pulls her hand free, along with his penis and grabs her by the back of the head and forces her down. “Suck it honey, just a little, I won’t take long, I promise” he moans, and lets out a gasp as he feels her warm mouth devour him, and then pain, unrelenting, agonising pain as she bites through his skin and into the soft flesh of his penis, he screams in terror and tries to pull her away but she doesn’t release her grip, he drives an elbow down on top of her head but it only causes her to bite down deeper and he screams out again, and then she rips back and sits up opposite him, blood running down her face and spits his now severed member out of her mouth and into his lap, he tries to say something, but no words escape his mouth and she smiles.

“Did that do it for you?” she asks as she wipes the blood from her jaw and sucks it from her fingers, as the clock ticks over to midnight.

END

July 29, 2016
Day 77 – Suck It Up – Short Story

He nervously looks around the corner, clutching the revolver in his hand, he squints his eyes as a droplets of sweat sears into them like a hot poker and he pushes himself back against the wall and takes a deep breath, tightening his grip on the gun.

“I know you’re there Fillmore,” a voice yells out. “Hiding in the shadows isn’t going to do you any good, you might as well show yourself,” he feels his stomach turn and then two shots rip into the other side of the wall he stands against. “Don’t make this any worse, be a man and talk to me like the brother I am, instead of treating me as the enemy!”

He laughs, “Brothers? Are you seriously going to try that card now Andy? I tried talking to you, but you just treated me like I was nothing, like my opinion didn’t matter, you just listened to that bitch, why? Because she sucked your cock and made out she enjoyed it!” Another two shots rip into the wall.

“Fuck you, we would be rolling in the cash right now if it wasn’t for you, Heather did nothing wrong, fuck she stood up for you, and now you’re trying to blame her for this mess, what the fuck happened to you?”

“I grew a fucking conscience, what happened to you?” He yells out.

Andy laughs this time, “Is this what you call growing a conscience? You fucking betrayed me, your own flesh and blood, everything we worked so hard to build you ripped down in a single hour, you didn’t grow a conscience, you threw a tantrum, like a child.”

“Fuck you!” Fillmore says as he steps from behind the wall and stares viciously towards his brother. “You never could understand, you never wanted to, you just played into that bitches hands like a puppy after attention, I tried fixing it, I didn’t bring anything down, I saved it, I saved it all.” He yells as he fires two shots from the revolver at his brother, both hitting him, one, rips into his stomach and the other, tears a hole in his left leg, sending Andy crashing to the floor.

“You fucking shot me!” He yells, “I can’t believe you fucking shot me!”

“You were ready to do the same to me a few seconds ago!” Fillmore says as he walks towards his brother, his gun still trained on him. “You made this, not me.”

“Fuck you, grow some responsibility and start owning what you do,” Andy says as he spits a wad of blood out, onto the ground.

“FUCK YOU!” Fillmore says as he digs the gun into Andy’s head, his finger slowly squeezing back on the trigger.

“So, this is it, you’re going to kill me over a fucking piece of tail? Is some two bit whore really worth everything?”

“You think this is how I want things to end between us, we’ve been close our whole lives, we’ve been through everything together, whores included, but as soon as you slipped into bed with those ice heads, you changed, you became scum, we became scum, and that, that’s something I couldn’t sit back and watch, not after Gideon’s overdose,” he says as tears beginning to run down his face.

Andy beings to laugh again, “This is what it’s all about, you actually fancied him, didn’t you, were you lovers, did he cup your balls while he sucke…..” he doesn’t get a chance to finish as Fillmore fires two shots into his head, removing half of it in the process, Andy’s lifeless, bloody, corpse collapses to the ground and Fillmore stares at the blood, as it continues to grow, he stands there for some time, as the puddle of blood stops growing and begins to coagulate, he feels her presence before he sees it and spins around, gun in the air, aimed towards her.

She stands there and claps, a smile broadly on her face, “Well, not the brother I was hoping would win, but none the less, to the victor goes the fruit.”

“Fuck you Jane, tell me why I don’t empty what’s left in this clip in your head?”

“Please Fillmore, you know how unwise that would be, we three had a deal, one where I held up my side of the bargain, you do not get to call it quits until I decide so. And do you really want to anger me, especially when I can give you what your heart desires,” she says as from out of the darkness of the room, Gideon appears, a smile upon his face, and Fillmore feels the tears run down his face.

“Don’t cry, everything’s going to be ok now, I’m here,” Gideon says as he walks towards him.

“I know,” Fillmore says as he quickly puts the gun to his head and fires, he stands there, staring, as Gideon dissolves into nothing but ash, he frantically looks at her, and she smiles, that evil, fucking grin.

“It’s not that easy, lover, deals singed in blood, last, so suck it up sunshine, your mine.”

END

July 28, 2016
Day 76 – Feed – YouChallenge Short Story

He raises the fork up to his mouth and his face twists, as he looks at the strange, bluish meat that hangs off it, he feels her eyes staring at him and he looks towards her and he feels the sweat run down his face.

“Stop staring,” he says as he lowers the fork and his brow furrows with frustration.

“What? I’m not staring, I was just casually looking your way,” she says with a smile.

“Don’t be a smart arse,” he says as he stuffs the fork into his mouth and begins to chew, his face shows so many different emotions as his taste buds react brutally, he chews for a few more minutes before he finally swallows, almost choking as he does, he quickly grabs the glass of water and empties the contents down his throat, she lets out a small giggle.

“God Sam, are you okay?” She asks.

“Don’t laugh, there’s nothing funny about it.”

“Come on, honestly you should see your face.”

“Well you try it,” he says as he quickly cuts another piece off and holds the fork out towards her, she looks at the meat and her face turns white, and her eyes widen.

“You ordered it, not me,” she says as she pushes the fork away.

“Well, don’t laugh then,” he says as he looks down at the piece of meat and swallows a large gulp of air before he forces it into his mouth and chews again.

“If you don’t like it, don’t eat it,” she says sternly.

“I’m not going to waste it, d-d-do you know how much it cost?” He says as he forces the mouthful down.

“Surly it can’t taste that bad?”

“It just tastes funny, wrong, I mean, isn’t supposed to taste like chicken, because this taste like a chicken shit.”

“Excuse me sir, is there s problem?” The waiter asks as he comes over to the table.

“Yes, my friend is not enjoying his meal,” she says, and he gives her a stern look before looking up at the waiter, and smiles awkwardly.

“It just tastes a little strange is all.”

“Is this your first time?”

“Yes, yes it is, but that should not be an issue, food is either what it’s advertised to be or its not, and this? Whatever it is supposed to be, is atrocious, I don’t think anyone would eat this poorly cooked garbage.”

“I can assure you sir, Chef Anton, is acclaimed in culinary circles, his dishes are, literally to die for, but he also welcomes feedback, so if you wish to pass on your issues with the dish to Chef Anton herself, I am sure he would be happy to discuss them with you.”

He looks across the table and she shrugs her shoulders and he looks back at the waiter, “Why the hell not, sounds like he needs s bit of reality in his face,” he says as he gets up from his seat and winks at the girl.

“Of course sir, this way,” the waiter says as he leads him out into the kitchen. “Chef Anton, I have a customer who wishes to discuss their disappointment with you.”

“I am always happy to listen to what my public have to say,” Chef Anton says and he walks over to the two of them, with a beaming smile on his face. “My friend, tell me, what dish did not satisfy your pallet tonight?” He says as he clutches Sam’s hand and shakes it variously.

“The rump, and it was terrible, whatever you used obviously was spoiled or something worse.”

“Please, come out the back I’ll show you how fresh my product is, please this way,” Chef Anton says, leading Sam out into a large freezer where three naked bodies hang from meat hooks, some missing body parts and pieces of flesh. “As you can see these products are fresh, today, clean and free of disease, we have stringent standards I vigorously uphold. I think maybe you just don’t enjoy finely cooked Homo Saipan cuisine,” he says as the waiter brings a cleaver down into Sam’s head. “But I’m sure you’ll cook up a treat, François tell Miss Donovan she has kept her gold star discount,” he says as he begins striping Sam of his clothing.

END

The challenge was, ‘this food tastes funny.’

July 27, 2016
Day 75 – Not Really – Short Story

They both collapse in a heap onto the bed, their hearts beating frantically, sweat running down both their bodies, she looks over at him and slaps him in the face with a giggle.

“What the fuck?”

“I said not that hole!” She says with a laugh.

“You also said don’t cum inside me because I haven’t taken the pill for the last two days,” he says quickly. “So I impulsive,” he says with a smile.

“I thought you were just going to pull out and you know, jerk it the last few, not just move holes.”

“Sorry,” he says as he quickly climbs out of the bed.

“Where are you going in such a hurry, I didn’t say I never liked it?”

“I know, but I’m busting for a piss,” he says as he quickly climbs into his trousers and runs out of her dorm room, and into the hallway, he looks back at her and she gives him a wink.

“The left, it’s down on the left,” she says with a giggle, he blushes and nods his head and quickly makes his way down the hallway until he comes across a door marked with a female silhouette, he rushes in quickly runs into one of the cubical and locks the door behind him and rips his pants down and sits, letting out an enormous fart in the process, and he hears someone giggle, he swallows a mouthful of dryness and lets out another, and the giggling continues.

“You shouldn’t push too hard,” a girl’s voice says from a few cubicles over, he remains silent, as he’s well-aware that no boys are allowed in the dorms after ten pm, and it’s well past that now.

“You’re not a talker?” the woman says.

“Not really,” he says in his most female voice he can.

She laughs again, and using a deep voice says, “Not Really,” and he can’t help but laugh.

“You know you’re not supposed to be here?” she says

“We got carried away,” he says as he lets out a sigh of relief as his bladder finally empties itself.

“Who’s your woman?” she asks.

“Sandra Potter,” he says.

“Ah, so you’re Halex?” she says

“It’s just Alex,” he replies with a laugh. “And you’re?”

“Sarah.”

“So, you spend a lot of your time being creepy in the toilets?”

“Some of it, when I’m not haunting the library or teachers’ lounge.” He drops his head between his shoulders and lets out a deep breath of air.

“You’re a teacher?”
“Don’t worry handsome, I’m not going to tell anyone, we’ve all been kids, been in love, done stupid stuff, broken the rules, its life.”

“Wow, a totally understanding teacher, are you like a temp here?”

She laughs, “I never said I was a teacher, you said that, I just said I’m not going to tell anyone,” she says, as he hears her high-heeled footsteps walk to the door of his cubical.

“Well, goodnight,” he says nervously, as he can see the tips of her shoes standing in front of his door.

“Oh Alex, it’s not good night yet,” she says as her head passes through the door like it was water and he screams at the sight of her razor sharp teeth, her bloodshot eyes and her skin pale which is covered in blistered pockets of flesh, that ooze out a yellow, greenish puss. “I haven’t had my share of you, yet!” she screams as she attacks, blood violently splatters along the floor and onto the walls of the cubical, as Sandra and another two girls stand watching in the doorway, smiling.

END

July 26, 2016
Day 74 – Saturation Baby – Short Story

“I don’t know, it looks a little too over done,” he says as he steps back and looks at the wall.

“You’re so wrong dude, it looks awesome, when they get here tomorrow they are going to spin out, this has got to be our best one yet!” Jerome says as he slaps Mike on the back.

“You think they’ll appreciate the message or do you think it’s going to be lost?”

Jerome laughs, “Man the message is going to be so lost on them they’ll just be pissed, that’s why we did it. But it’s going to be speaking to everyone else, the images man, they define what it’s all about, the struggle to be at one with yourself but at the same time fighting to fit into a world that won’t accept you for how you are, fucking shit, it’s perfect dude.”

Mike smiles and throws the final can into the knapsack and hooks it over his shoulder, “You think so?”

“Fucking hell I do, now let’s get the fuck out of here before somebody sees us and decides to call the cops.”

“It’s quite a piece,” a voice says from behind them, they both quickly turn to face a man, in his mid to late fifties, dressed all in black, and wearing a shining, white collar.

“Fuck,” Jerome hisses.

“Don’t be afraid Jerome, I’m not here to punish you or Mike for this piece of artwork, I’m here to admire it,” the priest says.

“How the hell do you know our names?” Jerome asks nervously.

“A lucky guess?” he says with a smile. “Not buying it? Let’s just say, I’m a fan of your work, especially yours Michael, do you mind if I call you that, or do you prefer Mike?”

“Michael’s fine,” he says as he looks at Jerome who just shrugs his shoulder and they both look back at the man. “Who are you?”

“Who do I look like?”

“You look like a priest.”

“Well then, I’m a priest,” he says with a smile.

“You high on something?” Jerome asks, the priest looks at him, and laughs.

“No Jerome, I am not on anything, nor am I sick in the head, I am but a simple priest, admiring you wonderful depiction of the last days of Christ, although, I must confess, I didn’t think Jesus and his disciples were that close, not all of them anyway.”

“It’s a message, and messages need to be strong,” Jerome says fiercely, the priest looks at him calmly and smiles again.

“Not everything you do needs to volatile, aggressive and shocking, some people, good people, who are not what you would call zealots, but true believes in the words that were written, they would see the true message, if you lost say, this part and that,” he says as he waves his hand, and pieces of the mural change, Jerome and Mike stagger back in shock and stare at disbelief at the man.

“What the fuck are you?”
“I thought we already worked out, I am a simple priest,” he says confidently.

“Bullshit, no simple priest can do that sort of shit,” Jerome says quickly

“Okay, maybe I’m not just a simple priest, maybe I’m someone who believes in the message you want the world to see, to make them understand that the words they read they misunderstand, you humans have a way of twisting things your way and not in the way it was intended to be, and that’s why, I thought I would come down and help you get it right.”

“Come down?”

He smiles again and then in a ball of white light is gone and shoots up into the clouds, leaving Jerome and Mike, starring at each other with open mouths.

“That did not just happen,” Jerome says as they turn back at the mural.

END

July 25, 2016
Day 73 – Blood Drunk – Short Story

He moves through the streets like a wrecking ball, crashing into everything and anything that’s in his way, until eventually he crashes into a garbage bin and tumbles hopelessly to the ground in a heap. He lies there in a daze for a few moments before he notices her standing there, watching him in the shadows as he pulls himself up onto all fours.

“Enjoining the s-show?” He slurs.

“I wouldn’t call it much of a show, more like white man go boom,” she replies in a thick European accent…

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July 24, 2016
Day 72 – Victims – Short Story

“Don’t you understand English?” He says as he as he drives a solid right punch into Luke’s stomach, sending him crashing to the ground in pain, he looks at the boys two friends sniggers as he pulls out a butterfly knife and skillfully flicks it around for a few moments before he holds the sharp, large blade towards them and grins proudly.

“Now, you stupid little fucks, I’ll say it again just so I know we’re all on the same page, wallets, phones and other valuables, including whatever’s in your bags on the ground and you get to live,” he says as he holds out his hand. The boys quickly pull their back-packs off and throw them onto the ground and quickly empty the contents of their pockets out and nervously hold them towards him.

“Put them in one of the back-packs bright eyes,” he commands as he swing the knife around. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you pretty boy, empty your shit,” he says as he grabs a handful of Luke’s hair and pulls him up off the ground, one of the other boys decides to try and take the opening as an opportunity to attack, but quickly Luke has the knifes blade at his throat.

“Go on, be a hero, I dare you?” He says and the boy puts his hands in the air and backs slowly away. “I thought as much,” he says as he releases Luke and shoves him towards the other two. “Now, fuck off, or is all your shit worth dying over?” The boys help Luke to his feet and look at each other before running from the alleyway and out into the night, he lets out a laugh as he bends down and begins gathering up the bags, whistling cheerfully to himself.

“Does it make yourself feel strong, robbing children?” A voice says from a few feet in front of him, he jerks up, holding the blade out, towards the shadowed figure who stands in the alleyway.

“Where the fuck did you spring from sunshine?”

“We’re not discussing my reasons for being here, not yet anyway, we’re talking about yours, so, do you feel strong?”

He laughs, “Why, you want to give it a go? Think your some kind of crusader?” He says as he gathers the rest of the bags and stands up, facing the unknown interloper, who still hides in the darkness of the shadows.

“I just asked a simple question is all, your inability to answer it makes me think it does,” he says as he takes a step forward, the man drops the bags and thrusts the knife forward, flicking it around expertly again and readies himself for attack, like a snake ready to strike.

“Come on then hero, I’ll show you just how strong I am, but you’re not going to get to run away like those little pussy’s, you’re going to suffer,” he says through gritted teeth.

“If that’s the way we’re going to play this game,” he says as he walks out of the shadows, and smiles, revealing his pale white skin, deep black eyes and razor sharp teeth.

“What the fuck are you?” He says as he takes a step back in horror.

“Are we back to me, I guess then I should be honest with you as to why I came here tonight,” he says. “I call it, hunger!” he yells as he dives towards him as he tries to turn and run, but the stranger is on him before he can even turn, ripping into his throat and tearing out a massive chunk of flesh and bathing in the gush of blood, greedily sucking down as much as he can.

END

July 23, 2016
Day 71 – Elastic Orange – Short Story

“I’m telling you this is the hottest thing that is going to come out in a long time, you have to get on the ground floor or you’ll miss out!” He says excitedly.

“I don’t know, it looks a little strange and I’m not really sure there’s such a strong market pull for this sort of stuff like you seem to think, the only thing it’s got going for it is its name.”

“Bullshit, I could call it a turd and it would still make shit loads of cash,” he says as he pushes a pile of papers across the table. “Read these reviews and tell me you can’t see money…

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July 22, 2016
Day 70 – Are You For Real? – Short Story

Anton didn’t have many friends, and the ones he did have he made sure knew they meant a lot to him, in some ways Spider took advantage of that, and tonight was going to be no different, it would not only force Anton into a position where he would be risking more than just a few hours, he would surly end up, risking his life.

Anton rubbed his eyes as he dragged himself out of bed towards the front door, the banging increased, “I’m fucking coming!” he yells as he stumbled in the darkness towards the door, turning on the light as he pulled it open, Spider stood there, blood running down his face and a chunk of skin missing from his chin, Anton for a second almost thought he could see bone, but he wasn’t sure.

“Brother, you’ve got to help me,” Spider says as he forces his way through the doorway and slams it behind him.

“What the fuck Spider?”

“Calvez.”

“Don’t you even fucking mention his name around here,” Anton says as he shoves Spider against the door. “What the fuck are you doing messing with him for?”

“It was easy money, a simple job, all I had to do was stand watch over some bitch for a few hours, be like a shadow, make sure nothing happened to her, that’s all man.”

“So what the fuck happened?”

“The bitch ditched me, took me two hours to find her and when I did she’d overdosed on some shit I’ve never heard of, Calvez was pissed, beat the shit out of me and then told me to run, and to make it good.”

“What? And you fucking came here?”

“It’s cool man, I was real careful, went the long way here, through the streets and shit, no one followed me,” Spider says with a smile.

“Well, what the fuck do you want me to do?”

“Just keep me off the grid for a while man, I contacted Lloyd and he is arranging me a way off the map and out of town, I swear, it’s just for a day or two, Lloyds pretty good with these things.”

“Doesn’t Lloyd work for Calvez?”

“Yeah, but he’s my bro man, he’s stand up shit.”

“Did you tell him you was coming here?”

“Course dude, he needed to know where to get me from.”

“You fucking idiot, did you really do that?”

“Anton, man, calm the fuck down, Lloyd is my man first, he won’t tell Calvez bro, trust me.”

Anton and Spider both jump as a loud knock, thumps on the door, Anton gives spider and vicious glare and clenches his teeth as another knock bangs into the door.

“We know you’re in there Spider, either you come out, or we come in, and if we come in your little friend is ours as well.”

Anton curls his lips as he shoves Spider out of the way and pulls the door open, three of Calvez goons stand in the doorway, and by the looks on their faces they didn’t expect the door to come flying open, and that is what Anton wanted, he attacks, laying several quick moves into the goon in the centre and forces him over the balcony, sending him three stories down, onto the car parks concrete base, the quickly continues his attack until he feels a sharp sting in his right side, one of the fuckers stuck him with a blade, he drives an elbow into the thugs face and drives a knee up into his face, shattering his nose. The other goon regains his momentum and grabs Anton around the throat and locks in a choker holder, as the other drives a devastating punch into his stomach, using all the energy he can muster Anton uses the thug who has hold of him as a brace and wraps his legs around the neck of the one attacking him, with a volatile twist his snaps his neck and uses the momentum to flip the one who holds him over his back, and then in two devastating chops he severs his air supply and rips back his head, snapping his neck. Spider stands there with his mouth hanging open and Anton storms into the unit, pushing him out of his way.

“Holy, fucking, shit!” Spider says.

“Shut the fuck up, a come with me you pain in the arse” Anton says as he grabs a bag from underneath his bed and throws on a jacket and storms back out the doorway.

“W-What are you doing?”

He turns and looks back at Spider, “Are you for real? You bring this sort of trouble to my home and ask me what the fuck I’m doing? Seriously?” he says as he leans in close to Spider, who cowers away. “We’re going to clean up the rest of your mess, before it gets out of hand, so grow some fucking balls and lets go kill Calvez.”

TO BE CONCLUDED IN KILL CALVEZ

July 21, 2016
Day 69 – He Started It – YouChallenge Short Story

I blame my sixth grade teacher Mister McCardle for it all, I mean he started it all, someone had to, and he’s the best one to blame. Every time, every fucking time I did something wrong he would say it, without fail and the whole class would laugh as though he had just told the greatest joke in the whole world, but really he was just being a bully. ‘Huston’ he would say, ‘Huston, we have a problem.’ What an absolute jerk. It followed me around for years, but, I learnt to live with it, I mean, I had no other choice but to, and it just became white noise. That’s was until our class reunion, I knew I shouldn’t have gone, but at the last minute I thought, what the fuck, and decided to come. It was good, not great, but I caught up with a lot of people I hadn’t seen in years, a lot of them for various reasons, mostly though, because life had just taken over and we had moved onto other things. I drank, a lot, I mean a lot and that’s when she walked back into my life, Victoria Salan, the one girl I lusted after for years, I still remember many a night I thought about her naked and in my bed. Hell, she was the first girl I religiously masturbated over, and here she was, looking as hot as ever, and alone. Needless to say, in the last twenty-five years my small talk had improved and I was also drunk, so I made my way to her. We talked for an hour or more, about everything and nothing, it was amazing, and then, she suggested we slip out and explore the old school, I didn’t argue. We ran through the halls like little kids and ended up in our old class room and the next thing I know we’re both half naked and I’m telling her about my perverted thoughts from school and how I used to masturbate over her all through puberty, and beyond. She took it really well and suggested the real thing was much, much better. I almost came in my pants then and there, but managed to hold it in, she dropped the rest of her clothes and I did the same and we kissed, and that’s when it happened, she reached down and grabbed my limp, that’s right limp not hard, cock and stepped back, looking shocked, as did I, I didn’t know what to say, what to do and then she said it, those five fucking words, ‘Huston, we have a problem?’ And I lost it, fucking McCardle, the old bastard, it was all his fault, so I ran straight out of the class room, back into the old gym, still naked mind you, and ran up to that old fucking jerk, he looked shocked when he saw me coming, but still he just stood there and I threw the punch, a punch twenty-five years in the making, and knocked him to the ground. I wasn’t to know he was going to hit his head on the step and crack it open, I wasn’t to know it would kill him, and that’s the whole truth officer, I swear, he started it.

END

The challenge was, ‘Huston, we have a problem.’

July 20, 2016
Day 68 – The Comeback – Short Story

He looks in the mirror and stares into his own, empty, lifeless eyes, and tries to smile, but his eyes convey more sadness and the smile deteriorates into a haggard, old, worn out frown.

He lets out a sigh as he picks up the eyeliner and begins applying his make up for the show, when there is a knock at the door and a young man quickly makes his way in, looking at him with concern.

“My god George, we’re on in five minutes, and you haven’t even got your make up on, what’s taking so long buddy?” He asks.

“I’ll be ready, I’ve been doing this for a long time, and five minutes is all I need.”

“George, mate,” he says as he pulls a seat up next to him and straddles it. “I’m not having a go at you here, so please don’t take it that way. But you’ve got to remember, this isn’t your dime you’re running on, it’s mine, and I’ve taken a huge hedge bet tonight in giving you this spot. So get your face on and get out there and wow the fuck out of everyone,” he says as he slaps George on the back and gives him a wry smile.

George gets to his feet proudly and looks down at him, “Don’t talk to me like I’m not doing you a favour here, when my name was attached to this pathetic attempt at true theatre it opened doors for you that would’ve never been within your grasp. I legitimised your hack job of a show, so you give me the respect I deserve.”

He holds his hands up and smiles broadly, “Whoa there old fella, I never meant any disrespect, I said that, I’m just doing my job. Part of it is to make sure egos are removed, mine included, this is everyone’s baby, and I’ll remind you, you’re not doing it for free so I have to flex some muscle to keep the line towed, you understand right?”

“I understand, and you understand this, when the reviews come in, and they praise my performance as the only truly good thing about this show, I will demand more than the measly few dollars you seem to only be able to afford to me, just know that, you worm, then we will see where the table sits and who is at the head.”

He slowly stands up and smiles again, “a lot of people warned me against offering you this role, they said your ego was massive. But you know what, sure, whatever it takes old man, you want a bigger cut of the pie, go out there and fucking sell it, be the great George Slangzer, show the world you’ve still got it, and show me I’m right to let you carry the show. You make this a hit and you can have whatever you want, money, a writing credit, women, men, whatever, I’ll get it for you, but if this bombs, because of you, we’ll make a new deal, and it’s going to really benefit me.” He says as he holds out his hand.

George stands there, silently, “Kid, I actually might come to like you,” he says as he shakes his hand.

“Said no one ever, to the devil,” he says with a smile.

END

July 19, 2016
Day 67 – Homecoming – Short Story

Simon steps off the bus and throws his back-pack over his shoulder, and looks around the deserted bus station.

“Are you sure you want me to leave you here? The next stop is only twenty k’s away, and it’s nowhere as secluded as this one is?” The driver asks.

“Thanks Jimmy, but it’s ok, I grew up around here, homes only about twelve k that way,” he says pointing up towards the dense woodlands. “Nothing out here that I haven’t come across before, but thanks for the offer.”

“Suit yourself, take care Simon, it was nice meeting you.”

“You too,” he says as the doors to the bus close and it quickly vanished off into the darkness, leaving him standing underneath the street light.

“So you finally did it?” A woman’s voice says and he smiles.

“Did what?” He says as he turns to face her, she jumps into his arms and hugs him tightly.

“Came home silly,” she says as she kisses him on the lips before slowly, and awkwardly taking a step back. “Sorry, old habits die hard.”

“Don’t be, old habits are good,” he says with a smile.

“So, are you here to stay or are you going to run again?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s time I faced everything instead of running away, it’s solved nothing,” he says as they slowly begin walking up an old dirt road.

She smiles and hugs him again, “Good, you better not.” She says as she twists around and they continue to walk up the road.

“Have you talked to the old man lately?”

“Yup, I see him almost every day, I mean since you left no one gives him any real time and you know what he’s like, he prefers the seclusion up in the hills, keeping his distance from everyone else.”

“How is he?”

“Old,” she says with a smile. “He almost gave up waiting for you, you know, we all did.”

“I bet Bobby liked that, I doubt he’ll be happy I’m back.”

“Bobby’s been pushing for it, I can tell you that, he even made a move on me, tried to get me to help force your Dad out, and take me as his. But he’s got none of the elders behind him, just some of the pups, the reckless ones, but they’ll follow anyone who alphas them, and Benny, he’s been playing alpha since you left.”

He grabs her arm and pulls her close, “I’m sorry, I had to…”

She places a finger over his lips, “Don’t, you don’t need to, I’m yours, always have been, we mate for life remember, and the pack, it’s yours as well.”

“What if Bobby causes problems?”

“Then the pack will decide,” she says as she stops and turns to him and smiles. “Can you feel it?” She says as she pulls of her jacket. “When was the last time?” She asks as she strips off the remainder of her clothes, until she is standing, naked in front of him.

“With you, before I left,” he says nervously as she walks up to him and presses her naked body against him.

“Well lover boy, come get your bitch!” She yells as she runs off into the darkness, shifting into a large, white wolf, he smiles as he quickly tears off his clothing and chases after her into the darkness.

END

July 18, 2016
Day 66 – Taylor Who – Short Story

You know the old saying wrong place, wrong time, it actually exists, I kid you not. Sometimes, your just minding your own business, trying to get through the day and make sure you’re doing the right thing, and something, somehow goes completely the wrong way, honest to whatever religion, god, devil, demon or the like, you want me to swear to, I will because it’s all true. If you don’t believe me, that’s your decision, but I’m going to tell you my side of the story and you can decide. It all started just a measly two hours ago when I got home from work and the wife was entertaining a couple of her work colleagues, before they went off to some end of year function they had. Now I guess you’ll start to understand the more I tell you my side of things, but I’ll give you a hint, it involved too many drinks and the fact my wife hadn’t paid attention to the boy downstairs for at least a month. Anyway, I walked in the door, expecting no one to be home, and was surprised when I heard voices coming from the lounge room, there the four of them were, dressed up to the nine is their hot little numbers and my wife, to be honest, looking the hottest of all. I casually walking into the room and gave a her a kiss and said hello to the rest and excused myself as I had to get out of my dirty clothes and get cleaned up, by the time I reached the bathroom I was hard, and knew I needed to put a stop to the thoughts going around in my head as soon as possible, so I jumped in the shower and gave the beast a slogging. That’s when it happened, the door opened, as we only had one toilet in the whole house and it was in the bathroom we quite often made the dash while the other was in the show, but this wasn’t my wife, this was Taylor, one of my wife’s work colleges, she rushed in the room and quickly sat on the toilet. I knew Taylor sort of okay, but not this well, she said sorry, but she was busting and Kim said I wouldn’t mind if she quickly used the toilet. Now here I was, dick in hand, almost at the vinegar stroke and trapped behind the curtain, I muttered it was okay, and waited for her to finish. For five fucking minutes she sat on the toilet, five whole minutes while my erection screamed at me to give it the relief it so wanted, but I dared not touch him in case Taylor overhead. Finally she pulled the toilet paper loose and flushed the toilet, as she did she tumbled forward and ripped the curtain down, falling into the shower with me, she reached out to stop her fall and inadvertently grabbed hold of my pulsating cock, and that was enough to push me over the edge, I exploded all over Taylor’s face and that’s when my wife stumbled in, the look on her face said it all, I mean, it looked wrong, and I knew it, she gave me the look of death and stormed back out of the room, leaving me standing there, I’ve tried to explain to her what happened, so has Taylor, but she won’t listen to a word I have to say, but you want to know the worse thing about it all, worse than my wife walking in and seeing Taylor holding onto my cock and her face covered in my cum? I really fucking enjoyed that orgasm.

END

July 17, 2016
Day 65 – Dance Off – Short Story

As the song comes to an end the crowd stop dancing and all turn clapping vigorously towards where the band, Mars Rox and The Turtle Men stand.

“You’re all too kind!” Mars Rox says as he lets loose with one of his trademark, knee wobbling smiles and a wink of the eye. “We’re going to take a small break and will be back in ten minutes or less, and then my wayward, hip, rockin’ friends, its dance off time!” The crowd cheer with delight, as wolf whistles and screams of ‘Rox’ fill the room until generic music blares out through the speakers and Mars and his band shuffle off stage and through a side door to the back area…

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July 16, 2016
Day 64 – Mirage – Short Story

Teddy Salvador crashes into the sand, exhausted, his lips dry and his skin burnt. He looks up desperately towards the small oasis and forces himself to his feet and stumbles forward, frantically, until he falls to the ground again, this time, into the muddy, wet ground of the oasis. For a few moments he lies there until he suddenly feels a sharp slapping against his face and then a voice.

“Get off her you vermin, get off her!” the voice yells.

Teddy’s eyes shoot open and he slowly raises his head, looking, searching around the oasis for the owner of the voice, but sees no other person in sight, and lies his head back down, into the wet mud, staring straight into the eyes of a large, pale green frog, who stares at him intensely.

“I said, get off her you vile fiend!” The frog says, Teddy lies there not knowing what to do, how to react, and really, no energy to do anything, he opens his sore, cracked, blistered mouth and tries to say something, but nothing comes out, he swallows a mouthful of air and tries again.

“Are you talking to me?” Teddy says weakly.

“No, I’m talking to the other guy who stumbled onto my land, destroyed my home and killed my wife!”

“W-W-What? Killed your w-w-wife?”

“Yes, my wife, you bumbling buffoon, so get off her, for all that is holy, get off her NOW!” The frog yells as it attacks Teddy again with several vicious slaps of its tongue. He back hands the frog away with the little energy he has and gets to his knees, looking down at the frog that lies lifeless underneath him, its stomach split open and its eyes hanging out of its head. The other frog leaps to its side and cradles it in its arms.

“I should’ve listened to you, I should’ve never brought you out here, I should’ve just been happy with you instead of this crazy dream I had,” the frog says.

“I-I-I’m sorry, I didn’t see her, I never meant….”

“Your kind never means to do anything, so why don’t you get the hell off my land and leave me to bury my wife in peace you bastard!”

“I-I-I just want some water, and then I’ll leave, I’m so sorry, please.”

“You kill my wife, destroy my home and now want water? Leave before you die here child,” the frog says.

“I-I can’t, I’ve been walking for days without water? I need water, I-I can’t leave without some, I’ll die if I don’t.”

The frog lays his wife’s body on the ground and turns to Teddy, “You’ll die if you…” But he doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as Teddy stomps him into the ground and twists his foot into the wet soil, as he lifts his foot the frog’s twitching, twisted remains stick to the sole of his boot, so he wipes it off on the grass with a frustrated, exhausted sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly as he knells in front of the small pool of water and grabs a handful and splashes it over his face, the coolness of the water is refreshing at first and then there is the pain, horrible, stabbing, ripping pain across his face and hands. His hands shake nervously as he raises them to his face and he sees hundreds of small tadpole like creatures ripping, biting and clawing at him and as he tries to scream, thousands more erupt like a water fountain from the pond, and towards him.

END

July 15, 2016