Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Category: Short Story

  • Day 63 – Fangs For The Memories – Short Story

    Day 63 – Fangs For The Memories – Short Story

    We’re not sure who started the rumour about Mister Jarvis being a vampire, I know it wasn’t me or Fielding, it could have been Bailey, but none of that is really important anymore as we all pretty much have to live with what happened regardless of the role we played in it all.

    Yokel Sepalovic arrived at our school ready to learn the English way, he had grown up in Germany and learnt all his English from YouTube and TV. He was surprisingly quite easy to understand and you could even manage a conversation with him, without asking him ever to repeat himself, but none of that really matters, it’s what happened when he heard about Mister Jarvis that is…

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    TWISTED ROADS – AN ANTHOLOGY OF TWISTED TALES – VOLUME 1

    The world is but a twisted globe, spinning round and round, allowing light to breathe life onto its weary bones. But, where there’s light, there’s always darkness, and hiding in the shadows are things our imagination cannot even begin to understand. So buckle up and venture forward on a journey through thirty-one short stories, stories bathed in blood, stories dipped in darkness, stories that will take you through the veil of sanity and onto the twisted roads of madness.

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  • Day 62 – Deep Pockets – YouChallenge Short Story

    Day 62 – Deep Pockets – YouChallenge Short Story

    He sits in the waiting room as the world continues to move on around him, the girls behind the desk answer calls and fill in work sheets as he sits there, waiting. He shuffles in his seat, and he feels that he has the right to call it his seat as he’s sat in it enough over the last few months and spent enough money to do so. He looks up as the girls start chatting amongst themselves and then looks back down at his phone, opening up the note pad and starts writing, nothing really of any interest, but, he starts writing anyway, he looks up again as a woman makes her way from the back and around the counter, towards him. He turns his phone off and stands up.

    “Mister Jones, sorry for the wait,” she says with a smile.

    “It’s ok, I’ve waited longer over the past few months,” he retorts back, smiling as he does, her face freezes, the smile stays but her eyes tell a different story.

    “If you’d like to come this way, she’s waiting for you,” she says as she leads him around the counter and out through the back.

    “How is she?”

    “We’re not going to lie, it’s been a rough couple of hours,” she replies as she leads him through a door.

    “That’s what my bank account said too,” he says sarcastically, she stops and turns to him, her smile now broader, but her eyes still show her true feelings.

    “These procedures are not simple Mister Jones, what you’re paying for is cutting edge, top of the line work, if you have a problem with what we are doing, you are more than welcome to go elsewhere, but I can guarantee you won’t get the work we do anywhere else.”

    “I’m well aware of where you sit on the totem pole honey, that’s why I’m here, you take my money, you take my sarcasm, I thought we agreed to that in your thousand page contract?”

    “We are a professional establishment Mister Jones, and we expect all our customers to be the same, so if you don’t mind, please leave your sarcasm at home. Now, if you would follow me in here, you will see all the procedures that were required have successfully been completed,” she says as she leads him into a room, where a man and woman in white lab coats stand, checking over a woman who lies motionless on a metal table.

    “Mister Jones,” the man says as he looks up, and extends his hand. “It’s always a pleasure to see you.”

    “That’s what your bank account said,” he says as they shake hands. “So, they tell me is she fighting fit and ready to go?”

    “Indeed she is, all the new modifications and software you requested have been installed, so she should be better than ever.”

    “And you managed to keep all her previous saved commands and files?”

    “Everything as requested,” he says with a smile. “So all you need to do is sign the release form, here, here and here, and place your palm, id tag side here, and you’re good to go,” he says as he places a tablet in front of him, and he quickly follows his instructions and hands the tablet back.

    “So, we’re good to go?”

    “Certainly, Francis, boot Monica up and then escort her and Mister Jones to the waiting room. Until next time Mister Jones,” he says as he once again extends his hand.

    “Until then,” he says as they shake hands and the woman on the table sits up and turns to look at him.

    “Is it home time my love?” She asks.

    “Home it is,” he says as he helps her down from the table and follows the woman from the room.

    “I hate that man, he’s so, so, vile,” the woman says, the man turns to her and smiles.

    “But his money, his money is golden, so I’ll put up with that droid lover any day of the week as long as he’s paying.”

     

    END

    The challenge was to write a story with an android in it, done.

  • Day 61 – Bad Day III – The Final Day – Short Story

    Day 61 – Bad Day III – The Final Day – Short Story

    The pain is fucking terrible, I spit out blood, great, just how I felt like dying, sitting in my own piss, shit and blood. That fat fuck is gloating, dancing around like the big man he thinks he is, but he’s just a fat fuck. And fat fucks like Kildone always get what’s coming to them, even if I have to drag myself out of hell to do it. I did his dirty work, he screwed me over and so I came for him, and he ran and hid, surrounded himself with hired muscle, who folded quickly when I stuck my gun in there spleens. But when it got down to me and Kildone he managed to fire first, the fat fuck, I waited too long, had too much emotion tied up in it all, one if those fucking timing moments, too old and rusty for this shit. I took a shot in the shoulder and I dropped two in his arm. That’s when he show up, fucking fat son of bitch was desperate enough to call him. The bastard knocked me to the ground with a powerful punch in the side, when I say powerful, I mean it was like a freight train, I must have flown at least ten feet in the air. He started talking bullshit about how he’d been waiting so long for this, since I took his eye out ten years ago and ruined his life, his life was a waste of fucking space before that. They used to call him a lot of cool names before that, apparently, now they just called him old one eye. He came at me again and stomped down on my left leg, breaking it, actually the fucker probably shattered it. I grabbed him by the balls, because I could reach it, and I squeezed, he bent down in pain and I drove a finger right into his good eye and scooped it out like scooping the inside of a hard boiled egg. He screamed in pain and I grabbed him by his out of date mohawk and drove his head into the wall several times until he crashed to the ground and then I snapped the fucking pricks neck. And that’s when Kildone made he move and fired two shots into my chest, fucking fat fuck. He laughed, and started crapping on about how it was time to retire me for good, too many secrets and all that bullshit I needed to take to my grave with me.

    I brought up the fact that he was the one that showed up on my door and made me do his dirty work because his dick was too small to get it done, he shot me another two times in the gut, fucker was enjoying this. Now he started to thank me for getting rid of Townsend and actually said he was sorry my family got caught in the cross fire, like fuck he was, fat fuck.

    And so now, here I sit, or lie, whatever makes you happy picturing, with holes the size of golf balls in me, and a coldness rushing over my body, staring into the barrel of Kildone pistol and he’s standing there with his slimy, fat, fucking face smiling. But you know what? Fuck it, that fat fuck Kildone ain’t going to walk away either, so I smile back and I see the sudden fear on his face as I release the grenade that I’ve been holding onto tightly for the last five minutes and it tumbled towards him, stopping between his fat fucking legs, and he looks at me again as the grenade deton……

     

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  • Day 60 – Fickle Things – Short Story

    Day 60 – Fickle Things – Short Story

    Mister Hayfield looks down at Jerry and smiles, a toothy, sharp smile and laughs.

    “I like you Jerry, you’ve always been kind and respectful to me over the years, until now that is, but I’m going to cut you some slack, give you a chance to redeem yourself.”
    “I know what you’re up to, I overheard you on the phone, you’re going to massacre everyone and try to take over the world, turn everyone into undead vampires like you are, well I’m not letting you bite me old man, so you might as well kill me!”

    He laughs again, “Why would I kill you Jerry, what is that going to solve, killing is below me, don’t you think?”

    “What about Mister Chambers and Carolyn?”

    “They are not dead Jerry, they have taken up the struggle, they have joined with me,” he sits down in the leather chair and hooks one leg over the other and leans back in it. “Is that what you think I do Jerry, do you think I kill people?”

    “Isn’t that what your kind does, suck blood and kill people?”

    “How many people in this street have died or disappeared since you have been alive Jerry, and when died I mean been murdered, not of natural causes?”

    Jerry sits there, trying to think of anyone he knows who suddenly disappeared or died mysteriously, his eyes light up quickly, “Mister Jenkins, he went missing two years ago, really mysteriously, did you eat him?”

    He laughs, “Mister Jenkins went to Vegas, got married and never came home, don’t you remember?”

    “Oh,” Jerry says as he racks his brain again, trying to think of anyone else, but his shoulders drop and he lets out a sigh of disappointment.

    “See, if I was this killer would there not be missing people, strange deaths and all that silly stuff happening?”

    “I guess so, but you drink blood, right?”

    “Yes Jerry, I drink blood, but there is a whole network of vessels who we pay for the privilege to drink from, we are not like the vampires you see in your movies and comic books, we are civilised, respectful and understanding, your kind is the one that do not understand, that are violent and untrustworthy.”

    “So why are you building an army?”

    He laughs, “An army is not the word I used, now was it?”

    “Okay, but you said you were slowly building your numbers for the day when you would rise up and take this world, what did you mean then if you aren’t going to go all bloodthirsty on us?”

    “The end of days Jerry, when man is done and the world needs to be inherited, I am just building the numbers of my people so we are ready to take over, without violence, without hate, but with a plan, with know how and without the single drop of blood.”

    “Sounds too good to be true?”

    “Doesn’t it, why don’t you join me and see for yourself, it’s not every day you have the chance to make a change, why not join me? Be all you can,” he says as he extends his hand. “After all, what’s the worst that can happen?”

     

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  • Day 59 – Wrong Question – Short Story

    Day 59 – Wrong Question – Short Story

    “I can’t believe you said that?” She says as she throws her drink in his face and then delivers a powerful slap across his cheek.

    His cheek goes bright red and he gives it a quick, rough rub and smiles, “Okay, so I take it that’s a no?”

    “Of course I’m saying no you perverted piece of shit, my god I can’t even believe you would ask such a ridiculous question!”

    “What?” He says innocently, “I’m just trying to work out the boundaries, aren’t you ever curious how far someone will go on a first date, how it’s going to end?”

    “I’ll tell you where it’s going to end, right HERE!” She says as she storms out of the bar, leaving him standing alone.

    “You’ve got to use a little more finesse there Robbie boy,” the barman says, with a broad grin on his face.

    “Shut up Herb, no one asked you for your opinion.”

    Herb laughs loudly, “Robbie, I see you come in every week with a new girl on your arm and every time I end up kicking you out the door at closing time, drunk and alone. It’s like you secretly want the dates to fail, like you want to push their buttons until they storm out.”

    “That’s not true, I just like to know where the nights going to end up, you know, what turns them on and shit, what’s good and what’s bad so I know what to stay away from,” he says with a smile, dangling his empty glass in the air.

    “Tact and finesse will get that for you,” he says as he grabs a bottle of whisky and fills up Robbie’s glass.

    “That’s just not how I operate Herb, I like everything to be on the table, straight up and all.”

    “I don’t see how asking, are you into anal? Is going to help you get a feel for where the night is going to go.”

    “Wouldn’t you like to know if you were going to end up knee deep in shit by the end of the night?”

    “Amen to that,” a voice says from behind him, he turns to face a tall, blonde woman, with eyes that dance in the neon lights from behind the counter, he sucks in a deep breath and smiles awkwardly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she says as she places her empty glass on the bar, “I just couldn’t help but agree with your assessment, its rare these days to come across a man who’s not afraid to ask questions about the important matters.”

    “My thoughts exactly, Herb, get this lady another drink, on me,” Robbie says with a broad smile, Herb takes her glass and pours her another beer and places it on the bar.

    “Thanks honey,” she says as she places a hand on Robbie’s shoulder and leans in to his ear and whispers, “Just so you know, I’m open to anything,” and she kisses him on the cheek and goes back to her table of friends, leaving Robbie standing there, with his mouth open wide.

    “Well, don’t just stand there looking like a dick, go join them,” Herb says as he shoves Robbie from the bar.

    Sometime late they crash through the door, entangled in each other’s arms and are quickly in the bedroom, both already half undressed. She pulls his hard, throbbing member free and expertly devours him, and he falls back onto the bed in ecstasy until he emptied himself in her mouth, she quickly gets up and wipes her mouth, with a wicked smile.

    “Okay lover boy, my turn,” she says as she grabs him by his hair and pushes his head into her groin and he feels her big, hard, erect member and he looks up at her, with wide eyes and she looks at him and winks, “Just so you know, I always like to end the night with anal.”

     

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  • Day 58 – Transplant – Short Story

    Day 58 – Transplant – Short Story

    Freddy places his bag on the floor and lets out a sigh in frustration, he looks around the small room and his shoulders drop and he slumps forward and falls on to his knees, his face planted firmly in his hands and he cries, for almost an hour. He sits there, lost, confused and completely overwhelmed by the events that have taken place over the last two days. Finally he forces himself up and looks across into the mirror, and stares at the reflection of the man he hardly recognises, his face puffy, his eyes red raw, and his face unshaven. He screws his face up in anger and swings a solid left punch into the mirror, the impact sends multiple cracks from the impact point and he grits his teeth in pain as he feels several shards dig into his tightly clenched fist.

    “Fuck!” He says as he pulls back his fist and looks over his now bloody hand and flexes his hand open, letting out a grimace of pain, he rushes to the small bathroom and washes his hand as a uneasiness begins to come over him, he frantically pulls the shards of glass from his hand and wraps one of the hand towels that sit at the sink around his hand, and it quickly beings to turn red. From the main room he hears his phone scream out and he stumbles out of the bathroom and grabs it from the small desk, and once he sees the caller id he sighs and he answers it.

    “I thought you never wanted to talk to me again?” He says.

    “Why do you have to be like this?” She says.

    “Are you seriously asking me that fucking question?”

    “For god sake Freddy, talk to me, don’t block me out like this!”

    “What, me block you out? I’ve said everything I needed to say, what else is left?”

    “Everything!”

    He laughs, “Well honey, everything is a whole lot of fuck you!”

    “Can’t we talk? Can’t you give me a chance to explain? Please?”

    “Why? So you can laugh behind my back again, so you can fuck me in the arse while I’m off living in some fucking fairy-tale? That’s not going to fucking happen sweetheart, not by a long shot, you decided to go off and choose your own adventure, so fuck you, no we can’t talk about it!” He yells into the phone.

    “Freddy, please, don’t let it end like this, don’t leave it like this,” she says.

    “Well you shouldn’t have slipped on that piece of shits dick, bitch!” He yells as he throws the phone into the ground and collapses in tears, time passes and he wakes on the floor in a ball to the sound of someone knocking on the door of his room, he uneasily picks himself up and makes his way over to the door and slowly turns the handle and pulls the door agar, a bright, white light blinds him and he’s forced to pull away and shields his eyes, and is horrified to see his crumpled, lifeless body lying in a pool of blood and he turns back to the doorway as a figure slowly begins to form in front of his eyes.

    “Lincoln?”

    “Hey, Freddy! Man what a shame dude, you really deserved a better way to go out, you really did,” he says as he slaps a hand on Freddy’s shoulder. “But hey, on the bright side, at least that lying piece of shit is going to feel a lot worse down here in this shit hole, while we’re going to party it up in the afterlife man, you wouldn’t believe the shit that’s legal on this side of the shizzle.”

     

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  • Day 57 – Daddy Issues – Short Story

    Day 57 – Daddy Issues – Short Story

    Patty lays his hand against her chest and his shoulders sink forward as he feels nothing, an emptiness, a void. She looks at him with desperation in her eyes and he shakes his head as he pulls his hand away.

    “I’m so sorry,” he says softly as he shuffles back into his seat, and his brow furrows as he slips into a deep, frustrated thought.

    “That’s it? That’s all the great psychic Patty O’Brian has to say, I’m sorry,” she says as she gets to her feet and slams her palms down onto the table in anger and leans across towards him. “Some fucking hero you turned out to be.”

    “Casey, please, I didn’t say I can’t help, I just said sorry, that’s all,” he says as he meets her vicious gaze with a sympathetic, almost calming gaze of his own and she backs away. “Tell me, where did you meet this man who you claim stole your soul?”

    “On a dating website.”

    “Which one?” He asks as he pulls a tablet from beneath the table and places it in front of her.

    “Lonely Hearts,” she replies, he quickly looks up the site and turns the tablet around to face her and nods towards it.

    “Log in,” she looks at him nervously. “I don’t care about anything else, just this Romeo, nothing else, I have no desire to learn any of your secrets.” She reluctantly signs into her profile and brings up the message screen showing the interaction with the so called Romeo, Patty’s eyes widen when he lays eyes on the image of the man, and he leans over to table, turning the tablet around to face him.

    “It can’t be possible,” he says as he looks up at her. “You’re sure this is the man?”

    “Of course I am, I’ve only been on the site for a month or less and he’s the only one I’ve physically interacted with. Why, do you know him?”

    “A long time ago, and I’m not talking a couple of years, I’m talking fifty or more at the least.”

    “That’s impossible, his profile says he’s twenty-eight, maybe he just looks like this guy?”

    “Open your eyes woman, if this Harold is who I think he is, then we could be dealing with much more than a simple soul stealing, we could be facing end of days stuff.”

    “Patty, you always did over react,” a voice says from behind him, and his body stiffens with fear as cold hands come to rest on his shoulders, he feels his coldness against his ear and he stiffens. “Hello old boy, how’s business?”

    “D-D-Drake?”

    “I’m so touched you remembered,” he says as he squeezes Patty’s shoulders and pushes him forward as he released his hold, Patty spins around but there is no one, he frantically looks around the room for any sign of him, but the room is empty except for himself and Casey, and he can see the fear in her eyes and then, she smiles, and casually leans back in her seat.

    “So tell me, what have you been up to since we last saw each other all those many years ago?”

    “Get out of her you disgusting piece of shit!” Patty yells as he gets to his feet, thrusting his hand out towards her.

    She laughs, “I’m the disgusting one? You should read the message history of this vile woman, she takes disgusting to a whole new level, now sit down, so we can have a chat about what’s going to happen next.”

    “I cast you out demon, I forbid you sanctuary, go, fore you are unwanted!” he yells.

    “Sit down Patty, your old charms will not work on me now, she is but a vessel, only a microphone if you will. Now sit, trust me you’ll want to hear what I’ve got to say,” she says as she smiles again and gestures towards his chair, Patty reluctantly sits back down and uneasily shuffles in his chair.

    “You might as well kill me now if that’s what you’ve come here for, I’ll never be a part of whatever hideous designs you have planned.”

    She laughs again, “If I wanted you dead, you would be, so let’s not play silly sods any longer. I want you to complete the task you were created for, I want you to help me find that son of a bitch, hiding out there, in the meat puppets and I want to suck his soul dry.”

    “You can’t be serious? How do you know he’s still out there? How can you be sure? You failed last time, what makes you certain you can beat him now?”

    “Because I know he is, and this time I won’t fail, this time I will suck God’s soul dry and then, the world will be mine,” she says with an evil laugh. Patty swallows a mouthful of saliva, and it tears down his throat as if it were bone and then, he smiles.

     

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  • Day 56 – Pay Day – Short Story

    Day 56 – Pay Day – Short Story

    “It’s perfect,” she says as she takes a step back and looks at the painting. “I love it,” she says turning to him, he smiles and blushes, stuffing his hands in his pockets and shuffling his feet.

    “I’m glad you like it, I tried to incorporate all of the elements you asked for, right down to the expressions on the children’s faces in the background and the detail in the foreground, I wanted it to be crisp, photo like, so it seems as realistic as possible.”

    “You did more than I ever thought possible, it will be the central piece in the exhibition, everything else will be built around it, you should stay for the night and witness the reactions, people won’t believe it is a painting,” she says as she grabs his dirty, tobacco stained hand and squeezes it. “Say you will, please?”

    “I’m not exactly dressed for the occasion,” he says looking down at his paint stain, torn trousers and his faded, dirty hoodie.

    “Don’t be silly, there’s a shower out back and I have a collection of clothing still in the storage room from the old costume shop that used to be here, I’m sure you will find something dazzling to wear, say you will?”

    He blushes once more as she squeezes his hand again, “Okay, I’ll stay,” he says with a smile.

    “Marvellous, Tiffany, show Mister Sanderson..”

    “Please, it’s Tim,” he says.

    “Of course, please show Tim to the back area and help him find something simply divine to wear for tonight and then help him get cleaned up.”

    “Of course Tina, please follow me,” Tiffany says as she leads him out the back. “I love your work by the way,” she says.

    “Thank you, I try to put as much of myself into my art as I can.”

    “It’s a rare quality you have, not many people are born with such as gift.”

    “I wouldn’t say I was born with it, more like I acquired it one day.”

    “Really?” She says as she opens up a door that leads into a dusty old room with four clothing racks, overflowing with costumes. “How would you acquire something like that? It’s not like you could win it in a game of cards or anything?”

    He laughs, “No not in a card game, it was nothing like that, it just happened one day, I picked up a brush and started painting, not just shit, but really beautiful, realistic images, I don’t know how, I was never a good drawer or anything like that, fuck I couldn’t even draw a house, and then one day I was a master with no practice.”

    “Life has a way of doing that, here we go, try this on for size, I think you would look quite dazzling in this,” she says as she hands him a black tuxedo.

    “Don’t you think it’s overdoing it a bit?”

    “Somebody with your skill needs to realise that image is important, without the image, the work is useless, unless you die of course, and then, then your work is worth much, much more,” she says with an evil smile, he swallows a mouthful of air and feels his body break out in a cold sweat and he lets out an awkward laugh. “So tell me, how many more pieces have you done since you were bestowed with this amazing gift?”

    “A few, but this is the first time someone has purchased one of them, all the rest are in my loft collecting dust.”

    “You’ll have to show them to me some time,” she says as she drops her dress revealing her naked body. “Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to come here and join me?” She says as she leads him out of the room, towards the shower. “Tina did say to help you get cleaned up,” she says with a smile. He smiles again and nervously follows her out of the room and into the small bathroom. “Close the door and get your clothes off,” she says as she turns on the shower and climbs in, he quickly rips his clothes off and leaps in after her.

    “Is this really happening?”

    “No,” she’s says as she drives a blade deep into his neck, severing several major arteries, he has little time to react, as his heart pumps his blood from the open wound quickly, it spurts up onto the tiled walls and across her naked body, as the water from the shower washes it away, Tiffany stands there amused at the look on his face as he falls to his knees, the door opens and he turns to see Tina standing there with her hands on her hips and a smile on her face.

    “Don’t be scared Timmy, we’re going to make you famous.”

     

    END

  • Day 55 – The Line – YouChallenge Short Story

    Day 55 – The Line – YouChallenge Short Story

    He sits in the examination room and runs a hand over his clean shaven head, and slaps it down over his skull, using it like a drum for a few moments before he drags the hand down over his face, dragging his eyelids down, revealing the red flesh behind his eyes and then over his nose and into his mouth, where he begins to nervously chew on his fingernails as the doctor walks back into the room and sits down in front of him. His nerves shoot into overdrive as they purge themselves from his body and out through his military styled boots, which start nervously tapping on the ground, causing the chains that hang from his skin tight jeans to rattle and he shuffles in his seat locking eyes with the doctor as he pulls on his red suspenders.

    “So, tell me you got good news for me, because I’m really starting to get on edge with all the bullshit, needles and scans and swabs and shit, feel like I back in the big house?”

    “I really wish I did, but it’s worse than we first thought.”

    “How can it be worse than it is?” he says as he shifts aggressively in his chair. “Fuck, it’s all easy for you to say this bullocks about shit being worse, but my whole lifestyle has had to change. I mean, I can’t even go out and enjoy a fucking drink without worrying my liver is going to explode, so why don’t you just get it over with. Tell me how bad it fucking is.”

    “Please Mister Berksi, don’t take your aggression out on me, I’m trying to help you, if you’re not satisfied I can refer you to another one of my colleagues?”

    “Pull you fucking cock out of my mouth and just tell me!”

    “We’ve found abnormalities in the scar tissue and things are not moving along the way we want them to.”

    “Well what the fuck does that mean, you told me this shit would subside if I laid off the booze, and I haven’t had a fucking drink in eighteen weeks and my skin is still bright fucking yellow, and I still feel like shit most of the time, and I look like I’m pregnant, what the fuck are you going to do about it?”

    “Surgery is going to be the best option, it means a lot of rest, the partying will have to stop completely, and when I say completely, I mean everything. Whatever substances you are taking as a way to counter the no drinking has to stop, it all prolongs your livers ability to repair itself, complete and utter abstinence is the only sure fire cure at this stage.”

    “Well, you might as well just slit my bloody wrists then, sure I’ll stay away from the drink, if I have to, but I can’t go to a show and not do something, besides my new girl, she’s into all that shit, I’m not going to go all government on her and say she can’t do it just because you said so.”

    “Mister Berksi, you have to understand, if you continue living the excessive lifestyle, you will, and I say will not might, develop liver hepatitis, and if that happens there may not be much more we can do for you, right now you’ve got the chance to act and turn the tide, don’t ignore that chance.”

    Bob shuffles in his seat, “Look doc, my whole life has been about excess, punk music and just having a good fucking time, if I can’t do any of that then I don’t know who the fuck I am. So you can stick your rules and stick your softy fucking approach, if I’m gonna bite it then I’m going to bite it my way,” he says as he gets to his feet.

    “Mister Berksi, Bob, long term goals remember, what we talked about, once we get all this under control you can have the odd drink or two, nothing like you have in the past, but you can still enjoy life, that’s the main thing. Don’t be ignorant and make a rash decision that there will be no coming back from.”

    “Nah, fuck you doc,” he says as he lays a boot into the doctor, knocking him to the ground. “I’m going out Bob style, I ain’t one to walk no pansy fucking line!”

     

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    This story was an interpretation of the song Bob by NOFX.

  • Day 54 – Dilation – Short Story

    Day 54 – Dilation – Short Story

    He falls back into the seat as the needle drops to the floor and the drug rushes through his blood system like a rocket, until it slams headlong into his brain like a hot poker. The drool starts quickly and his eyes dilate as the iris is completely absorbed by the pupil. The next few seconds seem like hours to him as he sits there almost comatosed and then, he sees it move and he jumps to an upright position, it’s then he notices the darkness that has settled over the room, and that thing, whatever it is, moves again in the corner of the room. He stumbles wearily to his feet and tries to ready himself for whatever it is as he slowly makes his way over towards the corner, where it sits. He reels back in horror as he spies the blob like creature that sits in the corner, it’s big, round, pain-filled eyes staring at him.

    “Hhhheeeeeeellllllppppp mmmmmeeeeeeee,” it says, and he tumbled backwards, crashing to the ground, the thing slowly slithers from the corner towards him and he screams in fear and scrambles to his feet and runs behind the couch where he hides, but he can still hear the thing continuing to slithering forward, coming closer and closer, until it begins to make its way around the corner of the couch, and he freezes in place as once again he looks into its big, round, helpless, pain-filled eyes.

    “Hhhhheeeeeelllllllpppppp meeeeeeee, pleeeeaaasssseeeee,” it says.

    “What the fuck are you?” He whispers.

    “Dwwwwaaayynneere, pleeeeaasssseeee hhheeeepppplllmmeeeeeee!”

    “What the fuck are you?” he screams this time.

    “Doooeeessss iiittt matttteeerrrr? Heeeelllllppppmmmeeeeee!”

    “H-H-How?”

    “Kkkkkiiiiillllllll mmmmmmeeeeee.”

    “W-W-What? K-Kill you?”

    “Ppppplllllleeeesss, kkkkkkkiiiiillllll mmmmmeeeeee!” it screams.

    Dwayne’s mind reels in madness as he tries make sense of all that is going on around him, never once suspecting the creature is nothing more than a figment of his own mind due to the drugs hallucinogenic properties. He looks around the room as the weird creature clutches a hold of his leg and looks up at him, Dwayne forces it away with a few violent swings of his leg and it tumbles several feet away, hitting the floor with a splat, he looks around the room frantically, looking for something to use as protection, as the creature rights itself and slowly makes its way back towards him.

    “P-p-p-pppplllleeeeeaaaaasssseeeee D-d-ddddddwwwaaayyyyynnneeee, hhhhheeeelllllppppp mmmmmeeeeeeee, k-k-kkkkiiiiilllllllmmmmmmeeeeee.”

    Its then that Dwayne feels something pinch his arm tightly, he looks down to see a toy wooden soldier looking up at him with a demented grin on its face.

    “Do it Dwayne, kill it, you know you want to, kill it or we’ll kill you,” the toy soldier says, Dwayne freaks out as he tries frantically to brush it away, throwing himself backward, he looks around the room and his jaw drops in confusion as the room seems back to normal, sweat pours from his forehead as he nervously gets to his feet and looks around the room, and lets out a sigh of relief when he sees nothing unusual, everything is where it should be and how it should be, and slowly he sits back down on the couch.

    “What the fuck was that?” He says out loud with a nervous laugh, then he hears it again, the slithering sound and he freezes into place as he feels something grab his leg. He slowly looks down and once again locks eyes with the weird, slimy blob.

    “K-k-k-k-kkkkkkkiiillllllll y-y-y-yyyyyyyyyyyyyyoooouuuuuuuuuuu!” It cries and Dwayne screams in terror as hundreds of wooden toy soldiers start running up his legs, laughing and cheering as they begin stuffing themselves into his mouth, he chokes violently as his air supply is instantly cut off and he jerks around in fits of desperation and then, he falls silent. As a deep, thick, white froth leaks from his mouth, the drugs final effect takes place and his heart beats its final beat.

     

    END

  • Day 53 – Bad Day II The Goodnight Kiss- Short Story

    Day 53 – Bad Day II The Goodnight Kiss- Short Story

    Kildone is a fucking piece of shit, that’s what he is, I knew I should’ve just put a bullet in his head then and there instead of trusting he would uphold his part of the deal that night. I mean, look at the fat fuck, thinking he has this won. Sure, I’ve seen better days, I’ll admit that, but he’s the guy who hires people like me to do his dirty shit, because he’s got no backbone for this sort of shit, and now I’ve come home to pay him back tenfold.

    When I got to the house I knew in my gut straight away that they were dead, I knew the slimy piece of shit had more than likely done it as soon as he knew I’d taken down Townsend, but I’d hoped I was wrong. I saw the blood before I saw the bodies, both of them wouldn’t have known what was happening, Kildone, that fat fuck, is going to pay, but I had to deal with the three fucks he left waiting for me first. I knew I wasn’t alone, I knew he wasn’t stupid enough to leave me breathing, but at the same time I knew he would want me to see them first before his boys did the job, he likes that sort of shit, but grief does many thing to a man and right then I just wanted to cry. When the cold steel of the barrel pressed against the back of my head it pulled me back to reality quickly, and the fucker started to say something which would’ve ended in shit about this not being personal, a line I’d used many times when I was working clean up. But I didn’t give him the chance as I fired two shots through my shoulder into his head. The other two didn’t know what was happening and left themselves wide open for a goodnight kiss, which I was more than happy to do. I searched the bodies and found a throw away and dialled the only number in the phone, classic fat fuck style.

    “Is it taken care of?” He said, that slimy fat fuck, what an absolute piece of shit.

    “They’re taken care of and you’re next you piece of filth,” I said back.

    “It doesn’t need to be like this, none of this was personal, why don’t you come back to the fold, you always were the best, but I’ll tell this, if you come for me I’ll bury you with your family!”

    “You’re demented, you kill my family and think I’ll come back and work for you, the only thing I’m going to do for you is shove my fist up your mother fucking arse!” I yelled as I threw the phone to the ground, kissed my family goodbye and went to work tracking the fat fuck down. Two weeks it took me, two long, sleepless, soulless, haunted weeks until I found where the fucker was hiding and tonight I’m going to make sure my family can finally be at rest after I take my pound of flesh from his fat arse. The compound he set himself up in was way off the grid, he’d even hired a street gang called the Medusas Circle to cover his arse, fucking small change wanna be kingpins, it took me all of five minutes to work them over and send them running, leaving Kildone to me.

    So, now, as I stand in this doorway, facing that fat fuck Kildone, both of us with guns drawn, I can’t help but think, who’s going to fire first? Me, or the dead man?

    TO BE CONTINUED

  • Day 52 – Jump To The Beat – Short Story

    Day 52 – Jump To The Beat – Short Story

    “It’s all going to be okay, you just have to trust me and we’ll all make it out, okay?” he says as he holds his hand out towards her, she looks at his hand and then up into his eyes, then to his nose and his lips, she slightly tilts her head as she studies the droplets of spit that dance across his lips and then down to the pulsating vein that beats in his neck, flushing his body, with the rich, life giving blood and she clutches his hand and smiles.

    “I knew you’d find me, I knew you wouldn’t leave me to rot down here,” she says as she hugs him close and digs her head into his neck, breathing in a deep whiff of his odour, and she feels her knees go weak.

    “I told you I’d find you no matter what, as long as I still have breath, you know I’ll find you,” he says as he pulls her away and places a hand on her chin. “Are you read?”

    “I guess I don’t really have much of a choice,” she says with a nervous smile.

    “I wish there was another way, but we’re so deep inside their hive that the only way out is through the front door.”

    “How, they must know you’re inside by now, they’re a collective, one mind with a thousand different arms, we’ll never make it back,” she says as a tear runs down her face, he places a hand on her shoulder and squeezes it.

    “We didn’t survive the battle at Man’Gak Rah because we were lucky, we made it out because we’re good, no, we’re the best at what we do. Sure, this is out of our league in terms size, fuck, no one’s encountered a Tanzi’Rak hive the size of this and made it out to tell the tale, but when we’re trapped in a corner we get out and we survive, that’s what we do, and that’s what we’re going to do.”

    “You really believe that, don’t you?”

    He grabs her by the waist and pulls her close, “As much as I know I love you,” he says as he kisses her, a scream comes from behind them and he pulls away from her and smiles. “Rosita, play me something with a beat, you know what I like,” he says.

    “I have the perfect track,” a computerized voice replies, followed quickly by a disembodies beat that is quickly joined by a synthesiser and guitar, he looks at her, his head bopping back and forth and smiles again as he holds out his hand once more.

    “May I have this dance my love?”

    She grabs hold of his hand, “You can have all of them,” she says, he lays a boot into the door kicking it to the ground, before them a horde of weird, greenish, insect like creatures storm towards them, screaming in unison as they decent on the two. Quickly he pulls two blaster free from their holsters and begins firing away, as pull a blaster from a holster in his left boot.

    “You always take me to the craziest places,” he yells over the blaster fire and screams from the oncoming Tanzi’Rak.

    “Well, you’re the one who loves me!”

     

    END

  • Day 51 – Summit – Short Story

    Day 51 – Summit – Short Story

    Simon looked down over the growing pool of black liquid that ran towards him, moving like a snake. He feels his body stiffen as it runs onto his foot and begins to twist and turn its way up his leg, onto his stomach and then launches itself at his face, his eyes widen with fear as it forces itself down his throat and his head falls forward. For several minutes he stands there until all the liquid has entered him and then he raises his head, his once pale blue eyes are now black, horrible, pulsating, black veins run sporadically over his face and he smiles.

    “Well that wasn’t so bad was it,” he says as he looks across to a mirror, Simon looks back at him, petrified.

    “This wasn’t the deal, you said you’d make me powerful, a king, you never said you’d possess me!”

    He laughs, “The deal has been made, you are now powerful, and soon you’ll rule over every single one of these pathetic mortal worms. Unfortunately for you, when I say you, I mean me, wearing your skin suit. But don’t worry Simon, you’ll witness it all, feel it all, experience it all, you’ll just be a spectator though,” he says as he walks towards the door and looks back at the mirror and flashes another smile, “show time,” he says as he opens the door and rushes out of it and down through the nave and slams into the doors, pushing them open, outside the small group of people jump in fright as the doors swing open.

    “Simon?” One of the girls says.

    “We’ve got to move, it didn’t work,” he says as he grabs her by the arm tightly.

    “What happened, it should have worked, did you say the words correctly?”

    “I said the fucking words and it laughed at me, tried to convince me to let it in, promised me all sorts of things, but I managed to trap it in the confessional box, but it won’t hold it for long, we’ve got to run!” Suddenly a bolt rips from the sky and crashes into the ground before them.

    “Fuck,” Simon says and a naked man stands before them, his long blonde hair flows past his shoulders, his body well built and muscular and where his genitalia should be, there is nothing but a smooth surface. He looks at them all, and settles his gaze upon Simon.

    “Hello brother.”

    “Hello Michael, I can see you’re still not sporting any hand luggage.”

    “Must it always be this way?”

    “What way?”

    “Don’t play me for a fool brother, each time you try this I come and stop you, can’t you for once put aside your childish behavior and play your role?”

    “Simon what the hell is going on?” She says as she pull herself from his grip, he turns to look at her, his eyes black once more.

    “Simon’s not here anymore bitch,” he says as he smiles and turns back to his brother of the light. “Things are going to play out a little different this time, this time it’s my game,” he says as the ground beneath them falls away, except for beneath Simon and Michael, they stand on towers of earth, sticking up out of pits of fire below where the others fall into, screaming in terror, Simon smiles at his brother.

    “I will put a stop to you brother, as I always have.”

    “Not this time brother,” he snarls as a bony hand rises from the pit of fire and wraps it’s fingers around Michael, and before he can act pulls him down, and the earth reforms around a laughing Simon. “Let’s bring on Armageddon!”

     

    END

  • Day 50 – Last Call – Short Story

    Day 50 – Last Call – Short Story

    Sammy didn’t know how to take what Jake had just told him, this man who has been almost like a brother to him for the last nineteen years now stands before him a broken man, staring at him with desperation and pain in his eyes.

    “Well, don’t just stand there staring at me like a stunned mullet, talk to me?” Jake says.

    “W-what do you want me to say?”

    “I want you to tell me what you’re thinking? I want you to talk to me Sammy, give me something other than silence.”

    “Jake, please, understand, you’ve had time to think this over, you’ve practiced what you said, this is new for me, and you’ve just picked the worse time in the world to bring it up might I add,” Sammy says as he clutches his bag.

    “I know, I know, but I can’t let you leave and not say it, I can’t hide what I feel, not anymore, not after last night. That kiss, it meant something to you as much as it did to me, I know it, and I can’t let you leave without putting it all on the table.”

    Sammy shuffles his feet and takes a deep breath, “What happened last night was just a goodbye thing, it wasn’t meant to be anything else, I don’t know what you want me to say?”

    “I want the truth Sammy, that’s all.”

    “No that’s not all, you want what you always want, your way. What do you want me to say? I love you, I always have and I don’t want to go halfway across the world for this job I’ve been working my entire life for just so I can stay here with you?”

    “Don’t be patronising, I want you to tell me what’s in here,” Jake says as he places a hand on Sammy’s chest, as a tear runs down his face.

    Sammy places his hand on Jake’s and looks at him, and smiles, “What’s in here is what’s always been there, Jake, your my best friend, you have been since we first met back in kinder, and I love you, I really do, but I can’t stay. I’ve seen what you’re like, I’ve seen what you do, I don’t want to be another one of your conquests you tire of.” Jake pulls back his hand and wipes the tears from his eyes.

    “It’ll be different, you’ve always been the one Sammy, I just never wanted to admit it.”

    They stand there for a few moments until An announcement breaks the awkward silence, calling the final boarding notice for Sammy flight and he smiles again at Jake, “I-I’m sorry, but I have to do this,” he says as he turns quickly and walks to the terminal desk as Jake hangs his head and watches silently as Sammy walks down the corridor towards the awaiting plane. Some minutes pass before Jake finally shuffles over to the departure lounge and sits down, letting out a sigh of disappointment, he feels a small tremor through the floor as the plane takes off and he puts his head in his hands.

    “You better go home and get your shit we’ve only got three hours until the next flight,” a voice says, Jake jumps in surprise as he looks up at Sammy.

    “What? What are you doing?”

    “I’m giving you a shot, but if you want it, if you’re really serious, you’ve got to come with me, not me stay here.”

    “I’m there,” Jake says as he jumps from the seat and grabs Sammy in his arms and they kiss.

     

     END

  • Day 49 – Get Away – Short Story

    Day 49 – Get Away – Short Story

    He stares into her fear filled eyes and feels the pain stab into his chest, he grips tightly around her wrists as she dangles over the edge, the fall would definitely kill her, but holding on to her, is killing him. The rocky edge digs into his chest some more as he tries desperately to pull her up, but the pain, the weight, it’s all too much, he clenches his teeth together and pulls, but it only causes more strain on his should. He tries to force his other hand underneath him and use it to forces himself up of the ground, but a sharp pain rips though his elbow and he screams in pain.

    “Don’t let go!” She screams at him, the panic in her voice scratching his very soul.

    “I-I-I’m trying, but, I can’t hold on much longer, unhook the backpack for god’s sake and try and pull yourself up, the ground is, it’s digging into me,” he stammers.

    “I can’t reach it, I can’t, oh fuck Trevor, don’t let me fall, please, don’t let me fall!” She screams back.

    “For fuck sake Sharon, you’ve got to try, I can’t hold on forever.”

    She tries to pull herself up, but the wriggling causes her to slip further through his hands, and he just manages to grip her hand in time, and there they sit, gripping each other’s hands tightly as Tervor tries in vain again to pull her up from the cliff face, but he is exhausted, and the rocks and sticks continues to dig into him. He stares into her eyes again, and she can tell from the look on his face, what is going through his mind.

    “I love you,” she says as she slips from his fingers and plummets towards the ground, he screams in anger and pain as he watches as she disappears into the darkness of the fog below. For an hour of more he lies there, crying, too exhausted to get it his feet, to broken to stand, but finally, he forces himself up and looks of the edge, into the valley below and begins the long trek down towards where she fell. It takes him almost five hours to finally get into the valley, and another two to fight his way towards where she would’ve landed, but her body is nowhere to be found, he searches for another hour before he’s finally too excused to continue and he sets up a small camp so he can rest.

    He sits there staring into the small fire wondering how this journey they had planned for two weeks ago could end in such tragedy, Sharon, she was so excited the day they started their trek into the valley, and worse yet, for him, she had the only satellite phone in her pack and now, Trevor, finds himself not only alone, but hundreds of miles off course. They had checked their itinerary in with the local station, because, that’s what you do if you don’t want to end up lost and with no hope, and now, Trevor was just that. He jerked up suddenly as he could hear movement from out in the dense forest beyond his makeshift camp, something moving though the bushes, and he slowly reaches for his rifle as his heart picks up its pace, he sees one set of red, glowing eyes at first, within the trees and then another and another, until he’s lost count and then they all disappear and slowly, something moves from the darkness, towards him, and a tear runs downs his face as he makes out Sharon’s broken, lifeless corps stumbling towards him, her backpack still hooked over her shoulders, he raises the rife toward her and fires.

    “Let’s escape,” she said, “Let’s run away from the world, from them, and forget they exist, forget one day we’ll be food for the zombies.”

     

    END

  • Day 48 – Jeremiah – YouChallenge Short Story

    Day 48 – Jeremiah – YouChallenge Short Story

    They gather around the nastily dug hole in the ground with bowed heads and closed eyes, as today, this family buries it patriarch, a man who they all thought would live forever, but now they stand in awe of the truth, that nothing lives forever.

    Jeremiah Talbot was a man of few words, but many actions and a temper that ran through his veins and out his fists. For as long as he has lived in these parts only strangers had attempted to pass through what Jeremiah saw as his territory, for the rest of the neighbouring area stayed well away from Jeremiah and his kin as almost every soul that traveled within his lands never reached the other side, and those who did, would soon succumb to a violent death before being able to report any wrong doings by Jeremiah and his demented flock of children…

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  • Day 47 -Ticky Ricky – Short Story

    Day 47 -Ticky Ricky – Short Story

    “Sticky icky, yucky ducky,” those were the last words my brother sent to me in a message, before he vanished off the face of the earth a few weeks ago, and I had no fucking idea what it was meant to mean, but it clearly meant something, that I was sure.

    It all happened about three weeks ago when I got the message, had I realised at the time it was going to be so important, so vital a message, I would have replied, or called, or done something. But I just laughed at it and didn’t even bother to reply, I mean why? If I’d cared to think about it I would’ve remembered where I’d heard it from before, as I honestly don’t understand how I could have forgot, but I did.

    After a few weeks of nothing the cops could do fuck all, they tried tracing where his phone was last transmitted from, but the area was massive and they turned up nothing. I harassed them to no end, but the detective in charge of the case Miranda, cute blonde with great legs and the most perfect arse you had ever seen, gave it to me straight three days ago and said the whole sorry bullshit, and it was time I accepted one of two things, either he doesn’t want to be found and he’ll show up when he’s ready to show up or he’s dead.

    I know Freddie has or had, a lot of demons, heroin being his biggest, and he had on many occasions disappeared for days on end, but never like this, never not at least sending me a message to let me know if he was still alive.

    So I decided to do my own digging, going through his social media, reading his messages, calling everyone he’d talked to in the week leading up to when he went missing. But no one knew anything, that was until Sally, a friend of Freddie’s, I say friend but I should say dealer. Sally said the last time she saw Freddie he was apparently having a shit load of paranoid episodes, more than usual, she said, and kept on going on about someone called Ticky Ricky, I knew what she meant straight away.

    Ticky Ricky was the nickname we’d given our cousin Carmichael. As kids we would always have to visit him every week at the home, as his Mum and Dad had died not long after he was born and Dad felt like it was his responsibility to keep an eye on him, he was somewhat disabled, suffering from some type of learning disability, that as kids we could not understand. Which was why Dad said he was better off being surrounded by people who could help look after him the way his Mum and Dad would want and not with us, which we were thankful for. Me and Freddie, we called him a lot of names back then, stuff like spastic, retard, shit like that, you know how kids are. But Ticky Ricky, that was our special name, the one we only shared with each other. I honestly didn’t know if Carmichael was still alive, it had been years since we last went and saw him, once Dad realised what we were saying and doing while we were alone with him. Dad spat his shit and stopped taking us, said it was cruel and insensitive and we weren’t raise to be like that, you know the whole shebang, so he said it was better if we just stayed home.

    I decided to go to the home and see if he was still breathing and what role he had to play in all this and at the time, I didn’t really care that the home was dead centre in the area from where Freddie’s last message had come from, I should’ve stopped then and there and called Miranda, but I didn’t think too much of it, I mean why should I? I was more worried about Freddie than I was about myself. When I got here the place was a rundown mess, it had closed down some years ago, when, I’m not sure, but the trail was cold, until I noticed his cheap arsed Honda parked out in the old car park, empty and looked like it’d been untouched for weeks. So I panicked and found my way into this place, screaming out for Freddie, hoping to whatever was up there he was okay, just on a massive bender somewhere and lost his keys and his phone. I saw the leg first, hanging out of the door way, and I rushed towards it, fear and adrenaline pumping through my body like it never had before. I knew he was dead before I touched him, he was grey and stiff, colder than anything I’d felt before and that’s when I saw it, a shadow standing a few feet from my brothers decomposing body. I panicked, I mean wouldn’t you, you find your brothers body and then this wispy fucking Casper comes out of the wall looking all nasty and shit. I took a step backwards and it rushed at me and plunged its hand through my chest, grabbing a hold of my heart and squeezed it, all the while, I looked into its black, soulless eyes and recoginsed them, finally I realised what the hell Freddie was trying to tell me and where I’d heard those stupid words before. That’s all he ever said, constantly, and now that spastic had come back from the grave to pay retribution for all the taunting we gave him when we were young, and that’s when he leaned in as I gasped for my last breath and whispered in my ear, “Stick icky, yucky ducky.”

     

    END

  • Day 46 – Vermin – Short Story

    Day 46 – Vermin – Short Story

    “Stay true to who you are my flower,” Lance says as he slumps backwards in the chair, his eyes lifeless, she grips his hand tightly as the tears run freely down her face, David places a hand on her shoulder, and she turns to him, his face busted, bloody and bruised, and she gives him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand.”We have to go,” he says.

    “I know, I just don’t want to leave him here, not to them.”

    “We don’t have a choice, the longer we stay here the closer they get, we have to go,” she gets to her feet and gives Lance one last look before she follows David out of the room, her eyes darting feverishly around, searching for any signs of them, she grips his hand tightly as they hear scurrying coming from the ceiling above them, and he squeezes it back. Chunks of ceiling tiles crash to the ground behind them, but neither look back as they run into the schools dimly lit hallway, screams that send spine tingling waves of nausea through them both fill the hallway behind them, as they hear claws scratch the polished concrete. As they get closer to the doorway to freedom the ripping of the claws in the ground behind them intensifies, knowing there must be at lest twenty to thirty of those things behind them, within reach of the door he desperately extends his arm out as something leaps from the open door to the left and bites down on his arm, he screams in pain as he crashes to the ground, dragging her with him. She scrambles to her feet.

    “Run! Go!” He yells as he tries to fight the small beast off, she grabs the handle of the door as she crashes into the doorway as the small horde of these demonic, green creatures rip and tear into them both, her bloody hand slams against the doors window as she is dragged to the ground. Suddenly several gun shots silence the screams and the creatures scurry of into the darkness, she stands at the end of the hall, smoke rising from the shot gun.

    “Can you walk?”

    “Mrs Wierck?”

    “Mary, can you walk?”

    “I-I can try.”

    “That’s going to have to do,” she says as she helps her to her feet. “They’ll be back, in stronger numbers, so we have to move, I’m sorry about David, he didn’t deserve to die that way.”

    She looks over at what remains of David’s corps, his ribs stick from his chest, exposed and covered in meaty chunks of flesh, his intestines lie scattered around the floor, chewed and torn. She places a hand over her mouth and sucks in a breath as she holds back her tears.

    “Mary? We don’t have time, I’m sorry, but we have to move, NOW!” She says as she grabs Mary by the arm and pulls her back down the hallway.

    “What the hell is going on? What are these things?”

    “They’re vermin, older than man, they say they were gods first attempt at a sentient life form. Obviously he failed, and he buried them, deep in the earths core, where they laid dormant for a millennia or more, until they were disturbed and set free to roam again, and they’re hungry.”

    “Why the hell didn’t he just unmake them?”

    “Because that’s not what he does, he creates, good, bad, it doesn’t matter, he just creates and sees what happens.”

    “Well that just doesn’t make sense.”

    “Nothing ever does when it comes to his ways, in here, we’ll be safe, he will protect us,” she says as they run into the school chapel.

    “You’ve got to be kidding me?”

    Before them, crawling across the walls, roof and floors are hundreds of the small creatures, they hiss and growl at the girls, and then attack, leaving no time for them to try to escape but only to scream. But that too does not last long as an ever growing pool of blood runs out from underneath the door, and the only sound that can be heard is that of the foul creatures crunching and chewing on flesh and bone.

     

    END

  • Day 44 – Price Paid – Short Story

    Day 44 – Price Paid – Short Story

    He looks up into their faces through his one good eye, the other a mess of puss and blood and clenches his teeth as another punch connects with his face, he feels his jaw shift and several teeth move in his head, the room spins violently and he feels another punch connect from the opposite side.

    “I don’t know how you survived, but this time I’m going to make sure you stay dead,” A voice says as another punch connects and then silence. For what seems like an eternity he hears no sounds, except for his heart beating vigorously in his ears. Finally he draws up the courage to open his eye and the carnage that lies before him is jaw dropping, if his could. The four men who brought him to this warehouse, lie dead, their heads look as if they had exploded, and Tony Dangika, his former employer, the man he crossed over a fucking woman even though he knew what would come of it, sits in a chair opposite, staring at him, his eyes full of fear, his face bloody, his nose broken, but he was alive, but why?

    “He who tries, survives,” a voice says, he looks to his left, squinting into the darkness of the warehouse, trying to see the owner of the voice. He feels something grab him from behind and his bindings are cut and he almost tumbles to the floor, but is pulled back into the seat.

    “Who are you?”

    “A friend, maybe, someone who wants the same thing Johnny,” the voice replies.

    Johnny looks towards Dangika, “I just wanted this piece of shit to pay, that’s all.”

    “And pay he will, for all he has wronged, and you will be the vengeful hand that will make him.”

    Johnny forces himself to stand, rubbing his wrists where the bindings had dug into and he drives a vicious right punch into Dangika’s head and spits a mouthful of blood into his face and looks around the darkened warehouse for his would be saviour, but still cannot see anyone.

    “Where are you?” He calls out.

    “Here, there, everywhere.”

    “What sort of answer is that? Show yourself?”

    The voice laughs, “Johnny, take your anger out on Dangika, release it, you know you want to, you know it’s what you want, this man who took your family from you, stole your life and left you buried in a hole alongside them. Didn’t you ever wonder how you survived, how you managed to claw your way from your grave, haven’t you wondered?” The voice says as a shadow slowly comes towards him from within the darkness. “Do you remember what the lasts words you said before he shot you in the head? Do you remember who you called for and what you asked?”

    He stands there memorised, watching as the shadow begins to take shape before his eyes, “I told him even if I had to sell my soul to the devil, I would make him pay,” he says as the the shadow takes the shape of a bearded man in a black suit, with a blood red shirt and three headed skull cane which he strikes into the ground and smiles.

    “Well then, don’t you love happy endings?”

     

    END

  • Day 43 – Skillet – Short Story

    Day 43 – Skillet – Short Story

    He leaps from his bed, still half asleep, as the banging that is coming from beyond the bed room, from somewhere else within the house, has pulled him from his world of dreams. He stumbles out into the small hallway that connects all the rooms in the house, and his eyes grow wide with panic as he sees a light coming from beneath the kitchen door, he looks around the hallway for some sort of weapon, anything, but there’s nothing in sight. He looks over his shoulder, back towards the bedroom, before he can even contemplate going back the kitchen door opens and he freezes in fright. For five or more minutes he stands there, petrified, waiting for whoever is in the kitchen to come walking out into the hallway, but no one does. Finally he builds up the courage to take a step forward and makes his way, nervously towards the kitchen. He hears someone opening draws and moving their contents around and then closing them again, he panics as he knows someone is in there for sure now, someone is defiantly in his home. After ten or more minutes of slowly making the his way down the three meter hallway he reaches the doorway to the kitchen and slowly peers his head around the corner and his mouth drops open, searching through his kitchen cupboards and drawers is, himself…

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