Category: Twisted Roads Of Madness

“It’s FARKING stark, that’s what it is, and nothing any of you PRICKS can say will change my FUCKING mind about it!” Shaun spits venomously as he holds the blood drenched knife out towards them in a shaking hand.

Theodore smiles broadly and raises his hands into the air, while a sea of red continues to grow from his stomach. “Such a violin playing moment,” he says in obvious jest as he looks around at the others, then back to Shaun. “It would break my heart not to have one, if I had one that is.”

“W-What?” Shaun stammers as he shakes his head in a moment of confusion. “D-Do you mean it b-breaks your h-heart not h-having a violin or that y-you don’t h-have a heart?”

Theodore shrugs his shoulders and smiles wryly. “Does it matter which, for they both lead to the same ending at this point of our little game.”

“OF COURSE IT FUCKING MATTERS!” Shaun snaps with renewed vigour, darting the knife towards them aggressively once more. “CONTEXT ALWAYS MATTERS REGARDLESS OF WHEN IT IS GIVEN!”

“And there, that is why you’ll die, and I’ll continue as I always do. For you see Shaun my old mate, I see the bigger picture while you are focused on the miniature and meaningless.” he proudly boasts as he looks around the room with stoic poise while bopping his head to a beat that plays only inside his. He turns back to Shaun and gyrates his hips as if he was a stripper getting the audience

“W-W-What are y-you doing?”

“I am feeling the moment,” he says as he places his hands behind the back of his head, and pokes his tongue out, as he thrusts his groin forward with each gyration. “Can’t you feel it? The intoxication of it all!”

“N-N-No,” he stammers as he adjusts his grip on the knifes handle while wiping the sweat from his eyes with his free hand. “I-I-I, I don’t understand a-any of this.”

“I know, and it shows,” he says as he winks playfully towards Shaun, before he places his hands on his hips and really gets into the thrusting, abandoning the gyrating almost completely. “But if you closed your eyes, and let go, you would be amazed at what you can do.”

“I-I-I, I’M NOT CLOSING MY FUCKING EYES! I’M NOT! YOU’LL ATTACK ME! KILL ME! I-I-I, I’M NOT A FOOL!”

“You are so untrusting, what if I promised I wouldn’t attack you? What if I swore to you here and now, that I wouldn’t dare do anything while you had your eyes closed? Would that make you feel better?” he says as he places a hand up in the air, and the other over his heart.

“Y-Y-You promise?”

“I swear on all that I hold dear, I, Theodore Bestelli, will not make any moves towards you, whilst you have your eyes closed.” he says proudly.

“Y-Y-Your word?”

“My word, and as you know, my word is everything.”

“O-O-Okay.”

“Good, good,” he says as he places his hands on his hips again and begins slowly gyrating them once more. “From the top, and with a bit more depth,” he says with a broad smile, as he thrusts his groin forward with more gusto.

Shaun nervously smiles as he places his hands on his hips and starts to rock back and forth while his eyes gently close. “I-I-I, I feel it, I-I, I really feel it!” he says with excitement, seconds before he his tackled to the ground by several of the others, knocking the blade from his hand.

“Y-YOU PROMISED! Y-YOU FUCKING PROMISED!” he bellows as the horde tear into him, while Theodore continues to thrust his groin forward with each gentle gyration.

“And I ain’t moving buddy, just like I promised, but I never promised for everyone else,” he says with a wicked grin across his lips as Shaun is torn limb from limb.

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Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

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“You’ve finally taken it too far Howard! We are not meant to be a God, we are to be his servants. Kill it! Kill this abomination before things are taken out of your hands!” David says through clenched teeth as he points at Simon.

Howard grabs David’s arm and thrusts him away. “HOW DARE YOU CALL MY CHILD AN ABOMINATION! HOW DARE YOU CALL FOR ME TO KILL THE FUTURE!” Howard runs a shaking hand through his hair, pulling at it in frustration. “What I do, I do so the threats that plague our very existence can disappear. Simon is the most important child that has been birthed since man first discovered how to facilitate his own orgasm, and I will not let you, or anyone else endanger his existence.” Howard says as he pulls a revolver from his coat pocket and raises it towards David. “If you make me choose, it will be him over you.”

“You can’t be serious, you would choose that thing over ME! I am your flesh and blood! I am your FATHER!”

“That thing has a name, and if you choose to ignore it again, I’ll show you what’s more important to me.” He says passionately, thrusting the gun towards David like a knife. “Simon is my SON. He is made from OUR deoxyribonucleic acid, and he is the most important scientific advancement since we began reattaching severed limbs. The blood that bonds us is nothing more than clinical at best father, so don’t try and pull at the heart strings of something you have cared little for in the past fourteen years!”

“I know it is foolish for me to say this, but he is not your son, he is a lab rat. You need to truly understand that, before you do something that endangers everything I’ve worked towards. Ev….” He doesn’t get to finish as Howard fires the gun. The bullet strikes David in the shoulder and sends him crashing to the ground.

“Simon is everything you’ve worked for, and the sooner you understand that the better.”

“D-D-D-Daddy,” Simon slurs through a drool filled mouth as he drags himself along the floor towards where David lies.

“MY GOD!” David hisses as he clutches his bloody shoulder. “It lives?”

“Don’t we all father,” Howard says as he stands above David, his revolver aimed towards him. “Life finds a way no matter what we do. Like all things, Simon was an experiment at first, but then I discovered I had created life, one free from all the ravages the human body has been invaded with. Simon is pure perfection, and indestructible,” Howard says as he quickly turns the gun towards Simon and fires at him several times, each bullet fails to penetrate the flesh.

“W-W-What h-hav-have you done?”

“I’ve created the next evolutionary step for mankind, an unbreakable body free from disease, free from failure. I’ve designed a genome that not only creates, but when required will also destroy.” He says as David feels something grip his arm, desperately he looks down to see a human hand protruding from the back of a baby pig, gripping him tightly. He screams in terror as the hand fuses itself to him, and slowly he feels his world shut down. He turns back to Howard, his mouth hanging open and his eyes screaming at him in terror.

Howard smiles as he tilts his head to the side, observing his father’s final moments. “We are but all experiments father, you and I. Simon will know the freedom you failed to give me, for he is my son, and I love him.” He says as he places the revolvers barrel to David’s skull. “You created me in this lab, and now I will complete the circle of life and uncreate you with the same intent, to better the future.” He says as he pulls the trigger, his voice void of emotion.

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“Its colour isn’t what I expected it to be,” he says as he casts a concerned glance towards Carlisle. “Are you sure it’s stable?”
Carlisle smiles broadly and flicks his arm forward, snapping his fingers like a gangster rapper. “You FUCKING know it brother! My shit is clean and pure, but above all those FUCKING things, my shit is constant and trendsetting. I mean brother, if you’d seen my SHIT out in the wild, you’d know that colour is a thing of tribulation as I’ve got bigger fish to fry, but that don’t mean I’m not a craftsman, wanting to give my skills a constant challenge. FUCK you and your colour critique, because my brother I could make it yellow, purple, orange or blue for that matter if I wanted, but it’s green that lights this fire tonight, it’s green that bathes babes in the woods! My green gunja is gonna set fire to your nervous system as well brother! It’s gonna turn you inside the MOTHER-FUCKING out!” he spits with poise and promise, snatching the small vial from Dav’s grasp and shaking it vigorously until it changes colour yet again. He holds it proudly in the air with a broad smile across his dry lips. “See MOTHER-FUCKER! My SHIT is special! MY SHIT IS GOLD!”
“I never meant to sound like I was insulting your goods Carlisle, it was just a concerning query about the quality of what we are discussing. As you know through being a user yourself, we’ve been moving Big Maude’s varilium for well over a decade or more, but with his sudden fall from grace, and Mister Toad’s desire of not wanting to be associated with the lower lifeforms who raise the attention of those above his harem, we have found ourselves looking for a new partner, one who has the ability to understand the tricky political atmosphere that exists around the many business ventures controlled by Toad’s empire,” he says as he gestures towards the air that separates them.
“Well Dav my old lad, you’ve not only come to the right place, but you’ve also come to the only place that could handle the numbers your boss is looking for. So to keep us both in the red, I’ll overlook your little off-hand insult just this once, but don’t take it as a sign of weakness, take it as a sign of intelligence. For I, as a businessman, would be a dead set fool to shy away from the sort of turnover I could potentially achieve by intertwining my activities with someone as influential as Mister Toad.”
“Then, we have a deal?”
“Too FUCKING right we do,” Carlisle says as he thrusts out his hand for Dav to shake.
“No, that’s not how we do things,” Dav says as Carlisle is grabbed from behind by two of Dav’s security officers.
“WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!” Carlisle screams as Dav produces a small pistol like apparatus that he presses against the side of Carlisle’s neck.
“You must understand Mister Carlisle, it is of course nothing personal, but it is a vital requirement for all of Mister Toad’s employees to be chipped and registered with our security team, especially since the catastrophe Big Maude caused for us all.” he says as he pulls the trigger and injects a microchip into Carlisle’s neck, where it quickly attaches itself to the base of his skull as the officers drop him to the floor.
“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Carlisle snarls as he leaps to his feet and towards Dav, which only causes him to smile broadly.
“I very much doubt that sir, I very much doubt that indeed,” he says as a few hundred volts surge through Carlisle’s frame that send him back to the floor once again. “Welcome to Toad industries, I am sure you will do Mister Toad proud.” he cackles loudly.

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“It was never meant to be anything more than what it was, and innocent smile accompanied by a wave,” he says as he turns to her pale form propped up in the chair. He reaches over with shaking fingers and gently brushes her hair from her face, then quickly empties the remaining whisky down his gullet, and lets out a desperate gasp as it burns his throat.

“S-So why bring her back here then? W-Why not leave her out there, in the big wide world, way, way away from our home!”

“B-Because I couldn’t, not her, and not out there.”

“YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE FUCKING IS, SO WHY SHOULD IT MATTER WHERE YOU LEAVE HER! BRINGING HER HERE ENDANGERS EVERYONE! YOU JUST DON’T SHIT IN YOUR OWN BED CLIVE! YOU JUST DON’T!”

“I don’t see how this is shitting in my bed!” he says as he thrusts himself to his feet.

“If she wakes up, she’ll bring more complications, and you know that.”

“You don’t know what your FUCKING talking about Harry, she’s not going to wake FUCKING up! She’s dead!”

“Is she!” Harry bellows as he grabs her arm and pulls her sleeve up, revealing multiple bite wounds that trail up along her forearm. “SEE WHAT YOU’VE BROUGHT INTO OUR HOME! SEE THE DANGERS YOU’VE BEFALLEN UPON US!”

“I-I-I, I didn’t n-notice, I-I-I…”

“Just stop FUCKING talking and get me something to tie her down with, before she rises up and kills us both!”

“I-I-I,” Clive stammers, only for Harry to slap him across the face with a thrusting open hand.

“PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER FOR FUCK’S SAKE AND GET ME SOMETHING TO TIE HER D…” But his words become caught in his throat as the woman lets out a groan and slowly lifts her head.

“D-D-Don’t move a muscle,” Harry hisses through clenched teeth as he casts a wayward glance at Clive and then back to the girl as she slowly grunts once more before opening her eyes.

“W-W-Where am I?” She mumbles as she grips her head tightly and lets out another deep seeded groan.

“Y-Y-Your safe, I-I, I pulled you off the s-streets before they could get to you,” Clive says quickly as he rushes to her side, only for Harry to grab him tightly by the arm and force him back.

“No,” he hisses all too late as the girl leaps to her feet, teeth barred.

“YOU FOOL! THEY WEREN’T ATTACKING ME! THEY WERE SAVING ME, AS I WAS THEM!”

“W-What?” Clive stammers through shaking lips.

“She’s a FUCKING feeder!” Harry grunts as he casts Clive a disproving glance.

“B-BULLSHIT, they’re u-urban myths.”

“URBAN MYTH THIS, BITCH!” she spits as she lifts her top to proudly show off forty or more bites across her torso.

“W-We don’t want any t-trouble, o-okay! Clive here was only trying to…” before he can finish his words the power spits and splutters and then everything goes dark.

“W-What the FUCK is going on?” Clive cries loudly.

“My friends are coming to get you, Barbara!” the woman cries gleefully with a glorified cackle at its end.

“W-What does t-that even m-mean?” Harry demands quickly as he grabs the woman tightly by the arms and shakes her violently. This causes the woman’s laughter to intensify while the sounds of glass and wood, being smashed and broken come from the rooms around them.

“It’s a symbiotic relationship we share, me and those who have gone ahead, one that feeds all base levels of EXISTENCE! You see, I feed them, and they let me live my best life. B-But you, you have interfered with their food supply, and they are not happy.”

“W-WHAT THE FUCK! THEY DON’T WORK LIKE THAT! THEY’RE FUCKING ZOMBIES!”

She laughs loudly once more, “You really don’t understand anything do you?” she cackles as the doors to the room are smashed in, and the horde pile inwards.

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Wade wrestles the blade away from Lance and drives it up into his chest. They stare into each other’s eyes for several fleeting moments, then Wade pulls the blade free, sending Lance to the floor.

“LANCE! NO!” Cara yells as she rushes forward, only to have Wade tackle her to the ground. She wriggles and struggles trying to free herself, as Lance stares coldly towards them, his life seeping from within, and forming beneath his body in the form of a bloody puddle. Desperately she reaches out for him, only to have Wade pin her to the floor and force her face towards Lance.

“Watch the light leave his body through those eyes you used to love staring into, and know you did that. If you hadn’t of pushed him, he wouldn’t be lying there dying. This is what it looks like when you love someone, so get used to it!” Wade hisses into her ear with a callous grin upon his face.

“You threatened my very existence, did you think I’d just sit back and let you win!” she screams with renewed vigour, as she tries to free herself once more.

“I didn’t threaten shit, I just wanted what was mine!” he hisses as she drives an elbow into his jaw and sends him spiralling off her. In what an outsider would consider a perfectly coordinated routine, they both scramble to their feet and circle each other in dance off fashion.

“I never took what wasn’t free for the taking, and you showed no care until it was no longer there to be abused. So don’t treat me as if I am the bad guy here, you’re the one who’s at fault.”

Wade tightens his grip on the blade and sneers. “I may have become complacent, but I never stop caring for what I had. You’re an infection that’s overstayed it’s welcome, I tried to cure you, I tried to starve you out, I even cut you out, but yet you still live.”

She smiles a mouthful of rotten teeth, and runs her tongue across her lips, leaving a trail of green mucus along them. “You can’t kill what I am, all you can do is know that my existence is your fault!” she hisses.

“Every day I’ve told myself that! Every day I’ve tried to stop what I started! Every day I’ve tried to find a new way to rid my life of you, and to get some semblance back, to get my life back! But every time I keep coming back to the same answer, the same result. There is no getting rid of you,” Wade says, as he looks down at the ground, his face showing his defeat.

“That’s the spirit, you know there’s only one true way for all this to end, and it’s my wa….” she doesn’t get to finish her words as a shot rings out, interrupting her flow. They stand there in silence, staring at each other.

“W-W-What have you done?” she whispers.

“A-A-All yo-you let me,” Wade says as he drops to his knees, followed moments later by Cara, as she mirrors Wade’s movements, like a carefully coordinated dance routine…

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Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

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The glass tumbles from his hand, and shatters into a million tiny pieces as it hits the concrete floor below, while Stan casts a wayward look towards Alisha.

“Y-You d-did it didn’t y-you? Y-You k-killed ME!” he spits through saliva drenched lips.

She smiles begrudgingly and rolls her eyes. “Don’t make it sound so personal Stanley, I never intended for this to be the way our relationship dissolved, but you just couldn’t leave it alone! You just couldn’t walk away, you just couldn’t accept what was. Some girls would’ve been touch by your efforts, but no matter how many times I told you to go, you kept coming back for more.”

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, AND DEEP DOWN THAT SCARES YOU, SO YOU RUN AND HIDE! WELL GUESS WHAT HONEY, I’M NOT LETTING YOU RUN!” he bellows with wild eyes as he staggers to his feet while the saliva caught in the corners of his mouth froth to a thickness almost like buttercream.

“See,” she purrs as she raises her brow and an octave or two higher than before. “There you go again, stuck in your cycle while being completely ignorant of mine. I don’t love you, and I never will.”

“D-D-DON’T S-SAY THAT! Y-YOU LOVE ME, A-AND I KNOW IT!” he cries as he stumbles awkwardly towards her, only to find himself face first into the concrete floor with a face full of broken glass, and Alisha digging her knee into the back of his neck, paralysing him.

“I FUCKING don’t love you! And I NEVER will FUCKING love you! I mean look at you, you’re a drunk Stanley, a drunk chauvinistic pretty boy who lost his looks years ago, and that’s more due to your overuse of high-end recreational drugs. Had you slowed the fuck down on what you put in your arm and up your nose, you might still have a full set of teeth and the looks to go with them. But that, that ain’t the worst of it all, it’s the fact that you can’t accept rejection, you can’t accept that you’re not good enough for anyone, so you flip it inside your little head, that they’re the one who’s not good enough for you, and when that happens, you only have one card to play,” she hisses into his ear, as she grabs a handful of his hair and pulls his gaze up from the ground.

“OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE! SEE WHAT YOUR PATHETIC LIFE HAS CREATED!” she screams.

He opens his eyes and looks around the empty room before them, as tears cascade down his cheeks. “I-I-I, I don’t SEE a-anything!” he cries.

“Then,” she growls as she leans in and drives her knee deeper into his spine while tearing his head back with more force. “YOU’RE NOT LOOKING HARD ENOUGH!” she bellows loudly, as she snaps his spinal column, sending a shockwave of pain into the back of his skull in waves akin to the beat of his heart, and with each pulsating beat the world before him is filled with familiar faces, faces of those he professed his love to, all waiting for him on the other side.

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Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

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His eyes slowly open, as the rustlings from somewhere within his room drag him from his slumber. As his eyes slowly adjust to the darkness, he notices the thick curtains that adorn his bedroom window move ever so slightly. His heart jumps, as does he, and he rushes to the window, screaming wildly. He grabs the curtains and pulls them open wide in one fluid movement, as his heart beats powerfully in his throat, then stops as does time itself. He stares at the emptiness beyond the window, across the empty fields that run far beyond his backyard, and into the woodlands past that. He takes a stuttered breath and laughs to himself softly.

“Get your shit together Dean, it’s all in yo….” he stops in his tracks, slowly his eyes widen, and his mouth drops open in terror as he notices the window slightly ajar. He spins around desperately searching the room for any signs of movement. Finally, after what seems like countless minutes and not the few seconds it really is, he sees him.

“W-W-What the f-f-fuck?” Dean mutters as his heart picks up it’s pace once more, almost overriding all his other senses.

“Just calm down, okay.” a voice says. “I can explain everything, if you give me a chance.”

“T-Toby? Is that you?”

Slowly Toby walks into the moonlight that shines into the room from the window, and smiles nervously, holding his arms up in defence. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but you need to hear me out.”

“HEAR YOU OUT! YOU’RE IN MY BEDROOM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, AND YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN! YOU’VE GOT FIVE SECONDS BEFORE I START THROWING PUNCHES!” Dean bellows at the top of his lungs, as he tightens his hands into fists.

“Okay, okay, I completely understand how you’re feeling right now, and believe me when I say this, if I had a choice I wouldn’t be here. But this isn’t my idea.” Toby says with a nervous laugh. “Honestly when I tell you the whole story, you’re going to find it just as funny as I did when I heard it.”

They stand there in silence for a few moments as Toby smiles awkwardly, staring at each other. Finally Dean snorts like a bull, grits his teeth together and thrusts forward, grabbing Toby as he does, and slams him against the wall.

“WHAT THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU D-D-DOO…” Dean stumbles backwards, clutching at his chest as he collapses to the ground, almost frozen in his own skin. “W-W-What’s h-h-happe-e-nnning t-to m-m-meeeee?” Dean stutters through frozen lips.

Toby stands above him with a broad smile upon his face. “You’re never going to believe the awkwardness of what’s going to happen next. But trust me when I say this, in a couple of days, when all this is over, you won’t remember any of it.” Toby says as he reaches down and pulls Dean’s mouth open wider than it has ever been opened before, then ever so slowly begins to force one of his feet in. “It might hurt a hell of a lot as well, but like I said, you won’t remember any of it. I know it doesn’t help now, but it’s something, right?”

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Follow the below link to purchase 2020 Book One to read all 20 five minute short stories.

Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

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Samantha feels the blade rip into her side before she sees it, the pain overtaking all and everything. Conner is suddenly beside her, licking her face as if it was a lollipop, then twists the knifes blade as he giggles like a child.

“Peter, Peter, what a cunt, I cut him up and served him to his family at his wake. I then proceeded to fuck his grieving wife and daughter, together. You should’ve seen how scarred they became when the drugs wore off and I told them about their meal. It broke what was already broken, in ways you could not see. His daughter slit her wrists on three different occasions, the third resulted in her death. While old mother dearest, she’s in Bayview, watching the sun rise from a seat that has her name permanently carved into it.” he sucks in a stuttered breath and smiles, wiping the saliva from his chin with a bloody cloth. “Do you remember Peter, Samantha? Do you remember the taste of his cock? Do you remember what it felt like when he was busting his nut inside your overused whore hole?”

“F-FUCK YOU!” she growls as she spits a mouthful of bloody saliva in his face. He grins broadly as he gently wipes the spit away.

“I’ll take that as an unquestionable yes?”

“JUST GET IT OVER WITH, I’D RATHER BE DEAD THAN TO CONTINUE LISTENING TO YOUR DRIVEL!”

He laughs jovially, then presses himself against her. “Can you feel it? Can you feel my cock hardening? Can you feel it? Please tell me you can, for it is getting hard just for you.”

“You’re disgusting!” she hisses through clenched teeth.

He smiles and bites down on her ear, then tears it from the side of her head, and spits it to the floor. “We haven’t even begun to delve into how disgusting I can be. But don’t worry your sweet head about it, for we will sink our teeth into all the depravities I desire.”

“I’ll give you no joy, I’ll make no sound. Whatever you do will be worthless, as I’ll be no soundboard of pain. So go ahead, and do what you want to my flesh, it’s my spirit that is stronger than you’ll ever be!” she says proudly, he twists the knife again and she sucks in a stuttered breath, gritting her teeth in defiance. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her head to the side biting down on her throat, ripping a chunk of flesh from it with dramatic flair. Blood oozes from the crevice, then begins spraying like an out of control fire hose, saturating his face and hers.

He laughs like a hysterical hyena as he squeezes her closer once more. “Can you feel your life draining? Can you feel the end? Know, that while you’re enjoying all the endless skipping heaven can bring you, I’ll be defiling your remains for as long as I can. For in death you may be free, but your body never will be.” he hisses.

She desperately struggles to find words, to find something, but all she can do is stare with wide eyes full of terror as the darkness drags her down.

***

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“I DO care what you say, I just don’t think it’s gonna protect you, not against the government anyway,” Sally scoffs with a sarcastic smile painted across her lips.

“Don’t be a complete tard Sally, you know it’s not supposed to protect me from the government, it’s supposed to protect me against the disease that the government let loose upon us all, in a poorly executed attempt at thinning the heard.”

She lets a stifled laugh escape her lips and gives him a jovial wink. “The government didn’t deliberately let the virus loose on us ya dork, it was the FUCKING Chinese! Our government tried everything they could to stop it getting out, but no matter what they did, it just wouldn’t stick! So instead of giving up and sticking their fat heads in the sand like an ostrich, they did everything they could to prepare us for when it happened.”

“Y-You really believe the whole Chinese story?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I believe it? The data that was released at the beginning of all this SHIT showed exactly where it came from, and it was definitely the Chinese!”

“Wow, I didn’t realise you were into that sort of shit.” He says as a beaming smile broadly grows across his face.

“You’d be surprised by what turns my dials,” she says with a sly smile. “Anyway, to get back to the matter at hand, and to be perfectly honest, I really find it hard taking hygiene suggestions from you.”

His smile quickly disappears from his lips, and he stares at her with a furrowed brow, “Wait, w-what the FUCK is that supposed to mean? W-What’s wrong with my hygiene?”

“Do you really want to open that can of worms NOW?” she says with a raised eyebrow, while she flicks her lips with her tongue.

He shrugs his shoulders and stares at her with wide eyes. “DUH! I asked, didn’t I? That’s gotta mean something, doesn’t it? So why don’t you just open your can of worms, and we’ll see where we all land.”

She brushes the hair from her eyes, and sighs loudly. “As long as you’ve got the time, I’ve got the answers.”

“Got it, now get on with it already,” he says as he looks at his watch, then back up to her. “But take in mind that we don’t have long.”

“Are you really sticking to it?”

“Too FUCKING right I am! So out with it! why won’t you take hygiene suggestions from me?”

She sighs once again and rolls her eyes. “For the record, you Marcell, are one of the dirtiest people I have ever met, and I just don’t mean in relation to your personal hygiene. I mean, your personal hygiene has never been any good, but since this pandemic you’ve gotten worse, and by worse, I mean you don’t seem to give a damn about cleaning up anything behind you. Your underpants are a different colour to what they should be, and your socks are like shoes, they don’t change shape or circumference when you take them off. Yet you sit here touting on about keeping our meetings under four hours and rabbiting on about your fancy-schmancy masks. How about you wash your FUCKING hands once in a while and see how safe that keeps you as well!”

His brow raises, and he stares at her with bewildering eyes, only to have the silence broken by the sound of an alarm buzzing wildly. He casts a grimace down to his watch, and then back up to her.

“WELL CONTINUE THIS NEXT TIME!” he grunts as he thrusts himself to his feet and rushes out of the room, stopping in the doorway. “I-I, I can’t have you be a close contact, m-my wife wouldn’t understand.”

“Get the fuck out lover boy,” she sighs as she points to the doorway.

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Dale raises his hands high in the air and smiles broadly. “There are many things in your life you are capable of, but of those things the greatest is to be here with me, to celebrate this moment!” He says as he turns to the gigantic screen behind him that shows a live feed from a camera that sits somewhere in front of him, allowing everyone in attendance to see the star of the show.

He waves to himself jokingly, “Hello Dale!” He says enthusiastically to his big screen version.

“Hello Dale,” he replies. “Do you want me to take things over from here?”

Dale turns to the crowd who laugh as he makes a face and points at himself. “I’m sorry, but I thought this was my show?” He says.

“It is your show Dale, don’t let me take that away from you. But I’m the you from two hours ago, who you pre-recorded to allow the grand story of what has gone on in the past, to be told without fault or failure.”

“Are you saying, I don’t trust myself to tell the story correctly?” Dale asks.

“That sounds about it,” the big screen version says, as the audience breaks out in louder laughter.

“Oh well, I guess if I don’t trust myself, who can I trust?” Dale says with a smirk upon his face.

“Well no one, obviously.”

“So tell us Dale, what brought us here to this point today?”

“I’m so glad you asked,” the big screen version of Dale says, as he looks out into the crowd. “At the beginning of the new millennium, a small veteran company that was on the verge of total collapse proceeded to make a giant leap forward in the mobile phone market when they released one of the first phones that included a camera. This movement revolutionised the market in ways no one would be able to understand, then more features were added until this little thing here,” he says holding up a small mobile phone, “was as powerful as this pile of now defunct pieces of equipment.” He says as the camera pans to an assortment of computers, cameras and other once highly sought-after electronic devices.

“Since then man has strived to continue to update and over produce the next big thing, the next gigantic leap in technology. But so far, no one has managed to take that big step, no one that is until my team and I at AnySoftware did something magical. We have taken that next step, to take a phone beyond that of a phone. We have made the steps beyond that of simply adding and quadrupling camera lenses. We have created the final evolution of not only the humble mobile phone, but we have also upgraded ourselves.” He says to a thunderous applause.

“Please you are too kind, you really are.” He says with a bashful smile on his face. “Now, I have to come clean. For you see, I’ve done some misdirecting at the beginning of the show. The little guy down there,” he says, pointing to the Dale who is on the stage. “That’s not actually me, it’s an actor by the name of Thomas Geard. Say hello Thomas?” He says.

“Hello!” Thomas calls out, waving to the audience with a huge smile on his face.

“Thomas steps in as my double from time to time when I have certain business needs that I can’t avoid taking care of, like today. Now before you get upset, I need you to understand what I’ve done for you today. I know many of you will find it hard to take the next step in our combined evolution, as it’s not that pretty to look at. Knowing that, I took it upon myself to personally have the new asPhone installed so I could show you just how it operates. Now without any more stalling, let’s give myself a warm welcome, as I show you the new asPhone XX!” He yells, the crowd roars to life with excitement as Dale fades away, and the screen focuses on a set of curtains that begin to part in the centre of the stage. The stadium falls silent as Dale awkwardly walks through the curtains, an asPhone surgically attached to his face, and two eyeball like camera lenses attached to his fingers. “We-Welcome to THE, THE, THE FUTU-FUTUREEE!!” He bellows.

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Howard wipes the cascading waves of sweat from his brow with his grease covered forearm and hisses sharply as a sea washes into his eyes. He tosses his tools to the side and grabs handfuls of his torn shirt, pressing it firmly against his face. “FUCKING idiot!” he spits aggressively, as he pulls the fabric away and blinks repeatedly, then presses it against his face again.

She screams at him with an almost animalistic cry, and he casts a red eyed glare towards her, as she stretches her arms through the cage’s bars, trying to reach him. For a few seconds, when their eyes lock, she stands still and silent, staring at him as if she were somehow remembering who he was. Then as quickly as she stopped, she lets out a growl that comes from somewhere deep inside her stomach, and she launches herself forward once more.

“I KNOW! I KNOW! I’m almost done my love, and soon, soon we can be together again as I promised you we would! I just need a few more moments, and then you can let go of that dying meat suit.” he mumbles to himself as he drags the fabric across his forehead and turns back to the open chassis that sits on the table before him. He grabs his tools once again, and rolls his head across his shoulders, cracking his neck loudly. A gasp of relief escapes his lips, and he shoves the grimy handle of a screwdriver between his teeth as he thrusts his fingers deep into the engine, squeezing an eye closed as his fingers desperately feel blindly around, trying to catch a grip of a missing wire that hangs somewhere beyond his reach. His teeth clench tightly around the screwdrivers handle as he struggles to reach the wire, and suddenly feels a piece of something chip away and fly randomly off somewhere within his mouth at exactly the same time as he finally grips the cable. With panicked desperation he pulls the cable up, and like a baby being sighted for the first time by its mother, he lets himself part with an exhausted smile as he feverishly plugs the cable into the chassis manifold. It’s then that the foreign piece of material inside his mouth finds itself caught in the back of his throat, which causes him to dry reach. As he does, he stumbles backwards and hits the cage. For several silent moments he stands there disorientated, before he spits what turns out to be a piece of tooth, to the ground. His eyes grow wide with surprise, and he shoves several fingers in his mouth, feeling around frantically at his back teeth, while she digs hers into his shoulder at the same time. He screams in agony, as he fights himself free of her grip, and crashes to the floor in a bloody heap. He turns back to her with a fevered glare, as the blood quickly runs from his cheeks.

“W-W-What have you d-done?” he stammers as he gets to his feet and grips his shoulder gently, then hisses sharply with pain. “Y-Y-You’ve FUCKING k-k-killed me SUE!” he grunt as his face twists with pain. “You’ve FUCKING KILLED me and I’ve o-only finished you’re a-avatar, m-mine is still weeks i-if not months away f-from completion,” he says as he casts a wide-eyed gaze towards the curvy robot that lies before him, and the beginnings of another similar robot that lies on the table next to it. “GOD DAMN IT!” he yells as he grabs a curved piece of metal and locks it into place over the engine of the female droid, then turns to her with weary eyes. “I-I, I’m sorry,” he stammers as he grabs a long syringe which is connected to a laptop that has had several complicated upgrades made to it. He looks at her again as tears run down his cheeks and lets out a stuttered breath.

“FUCK IT!” he spits as he strides over to her and grabs her by the head, and holds her tightly against the bars, as she bites him again. He screams in agony as he thrusts the syringe into the top of her skull and strikes a key on the laptop. She lets out a high-pitched cry, as the room is engulfed in lights of various colours, then her head explodes, and he goes crashing to the floor.

The next few moments cascade into an overflowing handful of silent minutes without movement as the smoke slowly clears, until he eventually gets awkwardly to his feet, letting out a low animalistic growl.

“Hush now my love, you have brought me b-ba-zzz-ck from t-the dead, s-s-so, so, so now it, it is my t-t-turn to be the strong one,” the now functioning robotic woman says before screaming a barrage of unintelligible words then severs his head from his body.

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He attempts to swallow the tirade of spit and phlegm that sticks in his throat once again, only this time violently coughing as it grips his throat even fiercer, desperately he looks up at her with blood shot eyes, which only causes her smile to grow grander.

“Look at you,” she says with salty words, each dripping with an elixir of spite and arrogance. “How the mighty have fallen,” she hisses as she grips his jaw and pulls him effortlessly to his feet, pirouetting around on the concrete floor in her roller-skates. She stares at him proudly as they spin, then kisses him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. Like a hand searching for a lost item behind the couch, her tongue wraps itself around the ball of mucus that has attached itself to his throat and pulls it free. As she draws herself away, she leaves a spiderweb like trail of spit hanging between them, then smiles broadly, displaying a green jewel that was hiding within the mucus between her teeth, and as he drops to the floor she gently spits it into her hand.

He takes desperate breath, after desperate breath, gasping as if every one was to be his last.

“Back in the days before civilization, one such as you would’ve had your hands and your balls cut from your body.” she says as her eyes look over the jewel and down to him. “What words do you have for me child? What reasons do you have for stealing from my house?” she growls as she slowly begins to circle him like a shark does its prey. “Tell me why you dared to kidnap one of my children?”

“Y-Y-Your children? I-I-I, I don’t k-k-know anything a-a-about your ki-kids. I-I-I, I needed th-the money, and I was promised a-a-a small f-f-fortune fo-for one of th-those jewels, n-n-no one said any-anything about ki-ki-kidnapping KIDS! I-I-I, I didn’t t-t-touch your kids.”

The smile widens on her face, and her eyes glisten brightly as she slowly glides around the room bathed in its neon glow. “A tool is only as good as the user who uses it, and you have been used poorly Duncan. NOW stop your games and face me without this pathetic shell! Face ME like someone proud of their heritage, and not hiding in a snivelling animal that is about to DIE!”

His face twists, and his teeth are bared in aggressive fashion. “I AM NO SNIVELLING ANIMAL WENCH, I WILL BE YOUR UNDOING!” he screams in a voice not his own.

She slides to a grinding stop and grins broadly. “Welcome to the game, I was wondering when you were going to show yourself.”

His brow furrows and a pulsating twitch cascades across his face. “I-I-I, I don’t know what you mea-mean, s-so stop playing these STUPID games with me and tell me WHAT the FUCK is going ON!”

“You don’t know he’s in there, do you? He’s a passenger, riding along beneath your flesh like a stowaway would within the bowels of a ship, hiding himself why you risk all to do his bidding.”

“W-W-What the fuck are you talking a-a-about WOMAN! Y-Y-Your no-not making sense.”

“Yes I am, and you are starting to realise that aren’t you? Suddenly all the weird dreams, the lost moments in time, the talking to yourself that has been taking place, its making sense. All these things you thought were adverse reactions from the lack of drugs you’ve had in your body, are not uncountable moments, but signs of a traveller riding inside you, a spirit possessing the very flesh you so pathetically worship. Lay bare your sins and face me without the face of another!” she bellows, as a sword appears in her hand, and she quickly removes Duncan’s head from his shoulders. Wave after wave of blood spurts ever upwards, showering her in a red rain until he drops to the ground silent, and the beast stares back at her with pools of black in place of his eyes.

“You’ve seen through my meat suit, but you w….” his words are cut short as she drives the blade into the beast’s chest.

“I am no wench, I am a mother protecting her children! What are you?” she hisses as he melts away in a pile of ash.

***

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The diamond spins without fault or fancy above them, capturing the essence of their stare within it.

“D-D-Do you think it kn-knows?” she says softly, gripping his hand tightly.

“Do I think it knows what?”

She rolls her eyes and looks at him with a grizzly glare of frustration. “You know, what we did.”

He smirks broadly and brings his gaze to meet hers. “We haven’t really done anything, yet anyway.” He says as he grips the back of his neck and kneads it like dough.

She looks back up at it and purses her lips together as she wiggles her nose like a sixty’s genie would. “We won’t be doing anything more if you continue to act like that, and you know that’s not what I meant.”

He laughs nervously, “I know, and I didn’t mean for it to sound the way it did.” he says as his gaze moves back to the diamond as well. “Do you think it knows?” he asks.

Without hesitation she hooks a punch into his arm.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR!”

“Because you’re a jerk!”

“What?” he says with a wry smile upon his face. “You literally started it, I was just echoing your question.”

“You mean repeating it, to be a jerk.”

He laughs loudly and pushes her away gently. “If anyone here is a jerk, it’s you, not me.”

“Why does it have to be me? Why can’t it be YOU?”

“Because you’re the one who tried to sabotage the dig site, which in turn created that bloody thing that’s hovering in the sky. So you’re the one who started it all, and you’re the JERK!”

She stands looking at him with clenched fists, grinding her teeth from side to side. She lets out a stuttered breath and turns back to the diamond object that spins high above them. “Doesn’t mean I’m the jerk here, and don’t you dare think I’m going down on my own, you helped, you were part of it all!”

“I only wanted to get in your pants, that’s all. Anything that actually happened had nothing to do with me, I was just emotional support.”

“You don’t have a dick,” she hisses.

He stares at her with a confused scowl upon his face, then pulls down his pants, and grips his flaccid penis. “This look like nothing to you?”

She furrows her brow, and grimaces. “Is it alive?”

He looks down and then back up at her, “What the FUCK is that supposed to mean? OF COURSE IT’S ALIVE!”

“Really? It doesn’t look alive right now.”

His face glows bright red, and he quickly pulls his pants back up. “T-T-T-That’s because I’m not in the mood, okay!” he says through clenched teeth. As he zips up the zipper, he catches some of the extra skin from his penis in its teeth and lets out a silent scream while his left eye twitches uncontrollably.

“What the fuck is wrong with you now?” she asks with a sigh of frustration.

“M-M-M-MY COCK!” he screams as she pulls his hands away to reveal a flab of throbbing flesh ground in the zipper. Without a second’s hesitation she empties the contents of her stomach at his feet.

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She smiles, then picks up one of the small nails from the table and gently holds it against the bloody hand.

“Now, I know I said I was going to stop, that I was going to leave you alone and move onto something entirely different from the little ecosystem we have created here, but…” She says as she brings a hammer down onto the head of the nail, driving it into his hand.

He lets out a muffled scream, as he twists up his nose in defiance, staring at her with deathly remorse.

Her smile broadens, and she giggles like a schoolgirl would when being wooed by the boy of their dreams. “Look at you! Look at you shine!” she says with exasperated breath. “I have spent a many a long moment priding myself on perfecting my skill set, not only to be the complete package I so desire myself to be, but also so I am truly a dread for all who come and sit before me. Of course, you know this, because it’s how I sold myself to you the day I walked into that little two-dime whore house you used to work out of. Do you remember that day like I do, or do you sit there regretting it now?” she asks with a slight tilt of her head, as she looks curiously into his hate filled eyes.

He slowly opens his trembling lips, and twists his jaw around in a clockwise motion, then anti-clockwise, before licking his lips, never breaking eye contact. “I couldn’t care less for that day, it was not unlike any other day I had lived before, and it did nothing to change my path. I…”

“LIAR!” she bellows, as she brings the hammer down on his hand, shattering two of his fingers in the process. She presses her lips together tightly and swallows a dry mouthful of air. “Liar,” she hisses.

He forces a smile onto his lips, while his eyes berate her with a tirade of verbal abuse. “Y-Y-Y-You need to come to the realisation, my pretty little butterfly, that you are nothing in the wayward scheme of anyone else’s life, but your own, and when you come to that realisation, you may truly be great at this job. Until then, you will always be the little rich girl who begged me to teach her how to manipulate pain as a weapon, so she could teach Mummy and Daddy for not loving her enough.”

She sneers, then brings the hammer down again, smashing the other fingers on the same hand, then in the same movement drives the head of the hammer into his right kneecap, causing him to scream out in agony. “THERE YOU ARE!” she roars with wide eyes.

He rocks his lips across each other, tightly closing his eyes for a few moments as he forces his tongue around inside his mouth, forcing it up into the top corner, and dislodging one of his own teeth. A powder spills out onto his tongue, and he lets out a stuttered breath, before opening his eyes once more. He stares at her with a half-arsed smile, then lets out a sharp hiss. “W-W-When you look back on this, remember you failed,” he says as he starts convulsing violently.

She grips him by the hair, and pulls his head back, snarling in his face like a rabid animal, “When you get to where you’re going, know it won’t be far enough!” she hisses, as she smashes him across the face with the hammer, firstly dislocating his jaw, then ripping it from his skull as she continues to hit him with the hammer repeatedly.

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“A facsimile of a lie is what you are Devon! Nothing more or less. Your existence began with a mistake, and so will that be your end!” Silas hisses, passion surging from his words.

“Always you come back to the night you laid with mother. Always the same shit flows from within your failing husk. Throw away these words father. Embrace a new way of thinking and come with me to a world twisted to unyielding power that burns within our lineage. Turn this mistake, into an unquestionable release of the real truth!”

“I’d rather burn at the stake than to cast my all in with you. I thought I’d made that clear the last time we met!” he hisses as he gestures towards where Devon’s left eye used to sit.

He smiles, “like all good sons, I forgive my father without prejudice. For he is the one who’s seed gave me life.”

“A mirror cracked. Blood splattered across the wall. A world crying out in agony. Seas of fire burning everything. These things I give care about, but your fate I do not. So go sing me a lullaby. go break the walls of reality down, just don’t expect me to be there by your side. Expect me at your throat with a blade pressing against your skin, slowly slicing it open to allow your life-giving blood freedom!”

“And I love you too, father,” Devon says as he spreads his arms and lifts from the ground, the room shakes violently, and a volatile vortex of wind pushes itself around the small area. “HOW BITTER AN ENDING YOU MUST NOW FACE. BUT KNOW THIS, IT WAS YOUR DECISION NOT MINE!”

“That’s where you’re wrong, it’s always been headed towards this moment since the day you escaped through your mother’s innards. Though your birth was a mistake, it was still for-told in the ancient text of your ancestors, as is your ending.”

“Tell me father, in these so-called ancient texts you speak of, was your ending written as well? Please excuse my abruptness with the question, but I’m asking for a friend,” he says with a wicked smile upon his face.

***

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“There is no happy fat man in my story, there is only Yuri, and he is neither fat nor jolly. So let me ask you one last time, and I beg of you to tell me words of wisdoms. The bag of toys that never runs out, the void that exists inside it, can one escape its clutches?” he says with a nervous sneer upon his lips, as he casts a fevered glance from the floor, to the red bag that sits in the corner. He pulls the phone from his ear, and stares at it with wide bewildered eyes, checking to see if it is still working, then thrusts it back again.

“Little man, little man, answer my question!” he snarls down the receiver. “The sack of goodies, where does it go, and once you’re in there can you ever get out?”

“H-H-He can find you, h-h-he always does,” a nervous voice stammers from the other end.

He looks down at the pool of blood that continues to grow across the floorboards, catching a glimpse of his empty eyes as they stare out from within the decaying form.

“HE IS NO MORE!” he spits venomously down the line. “HE PAID THE PRICE FOR HIS LISTS MADE OF CHILDREN, NAUGHTY AND NICE! NOW TELL ME THE TRUTH, AND TRY NOT TO LIE, BECAUSE NOW I CAN TELL WHEN YOU’RE LYING, WHEN YOU’RE SLEEPING AND WHEN YOU’RE NAUGHTY OR NICE!”

The voice laughs softly on the other end.

“WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT? DO YOU THINK I JOKE? HIS BODY LIES BEFORE ME, DECAYING AS I SPEAK!”

“You will soon know that the spirit of Christmas is just that, a spirit.” the voice says with a jovial high. “One may even say it is more like a seasonal possession than a spiritual awakening, and now you are the mouse caught in the trap, and it’s cat is hiding beneath the hat.”

“W-W-WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT!”

The phone goes dead in his ear and he pulls it away again, staring at the empty screen that stares back at him. He catches a breath in his chest, as he spies his reflection in the phones screen and releases his hold. The phone tumbles to the floor and lands with a dull thud in the sea of red. He clutches slowly at his face at first, and then starts to tear at his hair and flesh.

“T-T-This ca-can’t be HAPPENING!” he bellows as he starts to become more and more aware of the changes that have started to slowly take place across his body. And as his stomach grows, he screams in agony, pulling at his pants, trying desperately to undo them, finally after many a petrified scream he manages to pull them off. With heavy breaths he tosses his torn singlet to the ground, and stands naked, staring into his twisted reflection in the pool of blood before him.

“W-W-What is happ-pp-ppening?” he stammers nervously, as he pulls and prods his now flabby flesh.

“Ain’t you figured it out yet?” a voice says from the shadows, as several dozen miniature sized people dressed in brightly coloured clothing crawl from out of the shadows.

“I-I-I, I’m Santa?” he says with a nervous smile across his face.

“Almost right Bruno,” one of the elves says, as something else rushes from the shadows, and forces itself down his throat.

***

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Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted thirty-one in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

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