…“You see,” Tommy says as he lets out an over extended breath, waving the pistol around as if he were instructing an orchestra. “Me and you are completely different people, and before you start saying shit about how that ain’t true, how we are almost identical on a cellular level, I’ll facilitate the meaning of what I am trying to say.” he says as he thrust a foot on the seat before him and leans in close to the nervous doppelganger that sits before him.
“Life makes us different, with each event shaping us in ways no one can replicate. You, you had the shelter of a loving family unit, while I spent years popping from one home to the next. We are different in every fundamental way, except for our birthing.”
“B-But the p-passenger, y-you said h-he’s bee..”
“THE PASSENGER IS AN LIE YOU DICK HEAD! WE DON’T SHARE SOME MYTHICAL OTHERWORLDLY CREATURE INTENT ON TAKING OVER EVERY REALITY USING US AS A GATEWAY!”
“B-B-But the realities, y-you showed me the c-carnage it had done, t-the damage it h-had done. T-That couldn’t have a-all been a lie.”
“Nah,” he scoffs with a casual wave of his hand. “That all really happened, it was you….”
Tag: 2022
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Different Days Past The Twin – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO
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A Loop Not Guessed – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
…“It’s not a time loop, it’s a death loop!” Klaus hisses through teeth clenched together tightly.
“That’s the same thing, still!”
“NO IT’S NOT!” he says as he launches himself to his feet, and slams an open hand onto the table top while pointing at Shannon with a thrusting finger. “TIME, TIME IS ALWAYS ON THE MOVE, BUT DEATH, DEATH IS FINAL! WHAT I’M EXPERIENCING! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME! THIS IS NOT TIME REPEATING, BUT MY DEATH HAPPENING OVER AND OVER AGAIN, TIME JUST HAPPENS TO BE HAPPENING AT THE SAME TIME!” he spits venously.
“But,” Shannon says with a shrug of his shoulders. “If you’re being honest, you are repeating time as well as your death, so time is inevitably the constant loop of everything.”
“SURE! SURE! IF IT WILL SHUT YOU THE FUCK UP! TIME IS THE LOOP!”
Shannon leans back in his seat and crosses his arms gruffly. “Then what’s the purpose of this conversation, if you don’t want me talking?”
“B-B-BECAUSE IT’S ALL PART OF THE LOOP! YOU, ME, TIME, DEATH! THEY ALL HAPPEN, ALWAYS, REGARDLESS OF THE POINT! REGARDLESS OF THE TIME! EACH THING HAPPENS, AND DEATH TAKES ME!”
“WHAT? WAIT! Are you saying your death happens, no matter what you do?”
“YES!” he says with wide eyes and a nodding of his head…
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Fake Ruby Shoes – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
I was given a rhyme,
that was not mine,
a place to tell,
yet I would oversell,
a sea of green,
in a field of red,
the eyes not open,
yet words not said,
a fleeting moment,
caught up in the seeds of time,
woven to finite,
the disease was mine,
postured stances over bodies mine,
predicted hatred given fly,
a worm that never turned,
the violence of design,
constructed boxes made to fail….
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Padded Sin – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
A road paved to the centre,
a place I cannot get in,
where wickedness dwells,
souls are sold,
and sins sell,
proven within the arms of time,
polluting the stream of what is mine,
lost but found,
fake but given form,
a fevered dream woken from the snore of a life filled with boring ends to tired games,
we see the memories that came,
we feel the cuts as they seer the flesh,
a musical number,
the flames licking me,
what was the purpose,
who was I meant to be?
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Some Derailed Substance – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
…“So here we are, sitting in this shit hole, and what the FUCK do you have to show for it?” Helen asks as she glances over the class almost ignoring each of them until her eyes fall upon Christian. “Mister Donnavilla, do you have anything to show for your wayward travels?” she asks sternly.
“No miss,” he mumbles as he buries his head in his hands like an ostrich would its in the sand.
“I’m sorry Mister Donnavilla, did you say something?”
“NO MISS!” he cries out.
“No miss, because you didn’t have anything to say, or no miss, because you didn’t say anything?”
“No miss, I don’t have anything to say, because it’s not my fault!” he grimaces through lips of lead.
“I don’t think that’s good enough Mister Donnavilla, because you of all people deserve to give us all an explanation on why four of your classmates are no longer with us! For it was your intrepid map work that got us lost in the first place,” she seethes through tightly clenched teeth.
“It was ME who got us OUT!” he screams as he leaps to his feet and slaps his own chest powerfully. “I didn’t see YOU do anything to stop what was happening, and I didn’t see YOU arguing with anyone about where WE were going! YOU were supposed to take care of US, so if YOU want to point the finger, start with YOURSELF instead of ME!”
“The kids got a point,” a raspy voice hisses from the darkness that falls suddenly down around them….
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A Bladder Of Contempt – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
…The bow moans and bends well beyond its means as Clint desperately clings on to the waning branches as a sea of sweat pour down his forehead and into his eyes, stinging like the nettles of the bushes below. With swallowed breath he grits his saliva drenched teeth together as he gathers all the strength he can muster while he pulls himself closer to the next set of branches that hang inches out of reach. With trembling fingers he stretches upwards, touching the soft leaves above as the bow finally breaks and Clint drops like a stone, hitting the ground beneath with a gut-wrenching thud. For more minutes than he would like, he lies there unmoving, his heart catapulting with each new beat while his mind spins back and forth through the absurd and focused until finally he pushes himself to his knees.
“That seemed more nastier than it should’ve,” a voice coos into his ear, causing him to tumble backwards and onto his behind….
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Past The Last Moment – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
hands tell time,
woven in the spine of night,
a disastrous affliction,
totally eclipsed by prevention,
I asked the haggard witch to free me,
blinded by the light of sunset hill,
clothed in deception,
prevented my own intervention,
gave the dog a smiling frown,
layers of cake,
tensions tied down,
we saw the sun,
but lost each other in the moon,
a quiet ending,
to a forgotten… -
I Awoke As You Slept – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
I woke,
as you slept,
while you denied,
yet still deceived,
a path for liars,
you carved it home,
semi sufficient,
you dug it down,
polarity,
clarity,
regret not getting back,
withered carcasses attacked,
gained attention,
for the detention,
uphill filtration,
downhill retention,
fossil,
missing,
quiet motivation,
gone,
dismissal… -
A Pray To Tell – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
…He looks over the rim of his glasses with a vile bag of distaste soaked in his once vibrant eyes, then sneers callously, like a troll awaiting a goat to cross its bridge. “I don’t think you fully understand the predicament you are in young sir, so I will elaborate, to allow you to prepare whatever time you have left. For, these are the sins we pay to wash away,” he says with a flippant smile drawn uncharacteristically across his tired lips.
“Y-Y-You know h-her, d-don’t you?” Jason asks with trembling trepidation.
“Knew,” he says as he looks away, and down at the assorted collection of surgical implements that sit on a tray before him.
“S-S-Sorry?” Jason stammers nervously.
“Why?” he asks as he rolls his head to its side, staring at Jason with wide curious eyes.
“W-W-Why what?”
His eyes blink softly several times before a smile casts itself across his pinstriped lips and a gentle sigh escapes his lips. “Why are you sorry? Is it that you’re sorry you killed her, or are you sorry that you spoke about her in the here and now, and not then and there?”
Jason looks down and frowns. “B-Both….”
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Fists Made Of Jelly- Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
…“Danika never knew what you were capable of, but I did, I always saw you for what you really were.” Simon growls with a grimace shorn across his lips.
“And what may ever that be?”
“A piece of shit that never should’ve escaped your fathers nut sack!” he spits back with a wry defiant grin.
“Have you ever been told how callous your words are?”
“I’m not naturally this way, it’s just you who brings out my mean side!”
“The bruises I saw on your woman’s inner thighs tell a different story!”
His face screws up tightly as the blood rushes from his cheeks. “She w-wouldn’t show you t-the time of day, let alone anything else!”
“She wriggled on my tongue, crying my name soon after in ecstasy, and then she paid the service back, a hungry whore your Matilda!” she shimmers with a playful wink and a flick of her tongue.
“B-BULLSHIT!” he slaps with brute gusto. “SHE WOULDN’T FUCKING DARE!”
“Shows how well you know the woman you abuse so much.” she purrs with a wicked glimmer sparkling in her eyes….
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Last In The Harrow – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
I saw the end,
before it came,
a picture told in words of a thousand,
given to me in sly,
through time infinity,
I sat for silent moments,
as he stood by my side,
my future self,
my haggard frame,
not much older than I today,
he came with terror,
he came with fear,
a death that grew in me,
took my flame and extinguished it out,
we haggard three,
me, myself and I,
forever misunderstood,
forever,
not I…
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Woven In Stead – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
Last in the line,
first in the show,
a devil in a red dress,
legs that don’t go,
head held high,
pervasion down low,
a wonder to see,
blind men,
woven tree stump,
a woman naked,
masturbation,
shared to be,
hallow in the darkness,
plain sight in the sea,
olive branches above me,
dirt dug,
an hole below,
swing me to the left side,
throw me deep and down,
a burial in privacy,
a murder,
left waiting,
never found…
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Without Ceremony – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
…“The yellow dress really heightens your eyes,” she says with a wry smile across her lips.
“You say the sweetest things, but you do realise this is a ceremonial robe wire by my father, and his father before him, and so on, and on until we have seventeen generations worth in total, eighteen if you count the little tadpole that was growing in your belly,” he says with whimsical jest as he places a sweaty hand against her belly.
“I-I-I, I not pregnant,” she stammers with a nervous twitch running across her top lip.
“Why? Because you believe you’ve had it exorcised from within your womb?”
“W-W-What? H-How c-could you say s-such a thing?”
“Carol told me everything Sonya, she told me how you came to her, she told me of the secrets your entrusted her to keep for you, and she told me of the journey you two ventured upon, to that cold place that steals the lies from the mouths of mothers. So cease your lies and be true to the only man who’s stood by you when no one else would. Cease the riddles and bathe in the honesty our child deserved…”
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No Time To Party – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
…Gary stares endlessly down at his half empty glass, before nervously talking a mouthful of the tepid golden liquid while a cascading river of sweat floods down his back and runs into the small puddle captured in the crack of his arse cheeks.
“Swinging party,” the woman says as she throws herself down in the seat next to him. “Can see you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Yeah, love a good party,” he says with an unconvincing smile slapped upon his face as he raises his glass and takes another sip.
“WOW! Did you get out of bed on the wrong side this morning?”
“Nah,” he says as he down the remainder of his drink down his throat. “Getting up and out regardless of side is always a good thing, it’s when you don’t wake up, that’s when you worry.”
“So,” she says as she punches him playfully in the arm. “Why are you such a sour puss, when everyone else is celebrating it up?”
“I-I-I, I’m not a sour puss, I’m just not in the mood to party, that’s all,” he says as he flashes another fake smile.
“I’m calling bullshit to that! If you’re not in the mood, why don’t you go?”
“Because I can’t okay! I can’t leave, and I can’t talk about it….”
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An Understanding Lost – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
…“I came here STUPIDLY seeking your help, so don’t take the opportunity to make me out to be the enemy I’m NOT! YOU, you were the one who betrayed MY trust, not I yours!” he spits through saliva drenched lips while thrusting a finger into his own chest aggressively. “And incase you’ve forgotten, YOU were the one who BATHED in his eternal light, building his army for him until he had no need of you! That was ALL you sunshine! I made my way out, I escaped, so don’t blame me for your misgivings.”
Dale clutches Michael by the should and squeezes it tightly. “Michael, s-stop bro, h-he can’t hear y-y…”
“More like WON’T!” he seethes as he pushes Dale away, giving him a less than comforting glare in the process, before turning batch to Nathaniel. “I’m right, aren’t I? You choose not to hear me, and instead pretend to sleep, hiding away inside your own mind, running from the misdeeds you have done! How does it feel to be stuck inside there, with the only person who ever really loved you? How doe…”
“Michael, PLEASE! He’s DEAD, and by the look of it he’s been dead for a while, which means he’s no use to us anymore…..”
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I Showed The Sin – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
I asked the question,
unable to be asked,
simplified the understanding,
given to fly,
we queried,
we sinned,
proven the changes,
silenced within,
a cloud full of rainbows,
a pocket full of rain,
wisdom doesn’t come,
easy is the same,
willow the bindings sea-saw,
allowed the tears to fall,
pollution of the sickness,
a mask cannot save,
when the enemy is already inside..
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Focused On The Skin – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
proven to be red,
the succulent flesh beneath the skin,
wanted me to come on in,
it tempted me with a bouquet of flowers,
washed but not clean,
waged in the sin,
seared in the meat,
a dying star left alone,
a tomorrow not mine,
freeze the silence,
allow darkness in,
we beg for the forgiveness,
we fail to give,
see,
for I am not blind,
but my faith is empty,
and so is my mind…
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Where Your Imagination Takes You – Twisted 5 Minute Microfiction 2020TOO
…He sits and casts a wayward glance across the horizon with tightly pierced eyes, while a gentle breeze blows over the peaceful sea of tranquility the lies before them.
“There is a world beyond everything you see, further and further, never out of reach, and that is as far as it needs to be. For the length is a little, or a lot. You decided, in here,” he says as he touches his forehead. “And in here,” he says as he touches his chest.
“But how far do you really mean?” she asks with curious intent, while she gently tugs on his dull coloured hoodies pull cords.
“Do you see those hills, the ones past the golden horizon?”
“Which ones?” she asks as she draws her focus towards the drawn line almost out of her eyes reach.
He smiles and squeezes his purse lips together, before pointing over to the hills off in the distance. “Those one, just on the edge of tomorrow.”
She shields her eyes with her hands and squints tightly, following along his chiselled finger, and peering towards the horizons edge.
“Really? Is it that far?” she asks as she looks up at him with brows unevenly raised, and eyes that stare past his and into his very soul.
“No!” he scoffs with a proud chuckle as he grips his jaw and manhandles it roughly before thrusting a pointed finger again. “Past those hills are even more hills after that, and then a valley where a stream runs through. Follow that stream until it hits the edge of a small town, and then carry on past that some more until you come to a squiggly road that goes on for miles and miles through dense forests.”
“That far? But I can’t see that far!” she exclaims as she looks towards the horizon once more.
“Further!” he says with excitement, as he lifts her up on his shoulder and stands tall. “When you come out of the forest, you’ll see another town, much grander than the first, but it is still not far enough, so you’ll continue on, further and further away, through bigger towns, and then into cities, but you’re still not far enough away. Do you see it? Can you imagine it?”
“I-I-I, I can, I can see the hills and the stream, I can see the forest and the towns. I-I, I can see them all.”
“Good,” he says with a broad smile upon his face. “For that is how much I love you, as far as your imagination can take you, and,” he says as he gently lowers her back to the ground, and stares into her eyes, with tear filled ones of his own. “And know, whenever you need me, no matter how little it may be, you’ll always find me there waiting for you.”
“B-But I-I, I don’t want you to go! I-I, I’m not ready!” she cries as she squeezes him tightly, tears cascading down her cheeks.
“I wish I didn’t have to honey, but I’m already gone,” he says.
She leaps up with a startled panicked from her sleep.
“D-D-Dad,” she stammers as she clutches herself tightly, while her tears flow freely….
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Unexpected Outcomes Waived – Twisted 5 Minute Microfiction 2020TOO
He opens his eyes slowly and stares up uneasily at the cold white ceiling that sits above him, and takes a stuttered breath, before slowly casting his eyes downwards. She stands at the end of his bed and smiles softly, her eyes swollen from what he can only speculate is a large amount of crying.
“Hey you,” she says softly, griping herself tightly as fresh tears cascade down her cheeks.
“I-It’s not that b-bad is it?” he stammers.
“N-No,” she so sobs loudly. “I-I, I’m upset over something completely unrelated t-to you,” she says with an uneasy smile.
“I-Oh, s-sorry I j-just assumed t..”
“Of course I’m FUCKING crying about YOU! What else would seem more important than this?” she asks with words thrust upon him more than spoken.
“I-I, I’m sorr…”
“Stop APOLOGISING! You don’t need to be sorry about anything, it’s me, it’s me who should be sorry, after all, you’re then one who…” her bottom lip trembles and a new sea of tears escape her eyes.
“F-F-FUCK, w-what happened, he says as he looks down at himself nervously, before pulling the sheets back to reveal the remainder of his body, all still intact. He looks up at her confused. “D-Didn’t the surgery go ahead?”
She shakes her head as she presses a shaking hand against her lips as she tries in vain to muffle her sobbing.
“WHAT! B-B-But why? I-I, I was all p-prepared, D-Doctor Watt had gone through everything with me, and t-the, the FUCKING nurse even had me sign some BULLSHIT form wavering my rights to sue if anything went wrong, w-which she promised w-wouldn’t! A-A-And now I wake u-up to find nothing t-took place a-anyway! W-WHAT THE FUCK!”
“Please dear, calm yourself down, I-I, I think someone will be along shortly to tell you exactly what happened,” she says quickly as she rushes to his side and grips his hand tightly. “J-Just be patient, t-they have so many new arrivals it takes time f-for them to get around at a-a…”
“What the hell are you talking about! Why should it matter how many new patients are arriving! I had an appointment, weeks in the waiting if you want the truth, years, and I won’t be shifted just because of NEW patients! I’m hurting! I’m struggling! T-This operation is going to CHANGE my life! This operation is going to make me whole again, help me get some semblance of normalcy back into the tired arms, so if you don’t mind, I WON’T BE CALM!”
“P-P-Please honey, t-trust me, t-they’ll answer all your question in a moment,” she says as she casts an nervous glance over to the doorway.
He stares up at her, and his brow furrows, “W-W-What are y-you doing here a-anyway, w-where is e-everyone else? A-A-And aren’t you supposed to be de…” His words catch themselves in his throat, and for the next few short moments he repeatedly opens and closes his mouth, while she gently nods her head as tears anew stream down her cheeks, and his now as well.
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A Star Sign For The Devil – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….
He looks across the room at him and slowly unclenches his fists while his face untwists, and he falls back into his seat exhausted. “There’s an age old saying about bullshit,” he says as he runs a hand roughshod though his sweat drenched hair. “If it walks and it talks, but it still smells like bullshit, then it’s bullshit regardless, for the old nose knows.” he says tapping his nose, casting a cheeky wink as he does.
“I-I-I, I don’t know what you want me to say to that. I wasn’t in control of my actions when it was all unwinding, and I can see that you clearly want something in return for what you have lost, but I do….”
“YOU DO NOT CHOOSE WHAT IT IS! YOU DO NOT GET TO TAKE THAT WHICH YOU THINK IS IMPOSSIBLE FROM THE TABLE! YOU ONLY GET TO STAND AND WATCH WHAT YOUR WORDS HAVE BROUGHT ABOUT. YOU ONLY LIVE, BECAUSE I WILL IT, AND WHEN MY WILL HAS HAD ENOUGH, I WILL EXTINGUISH YOUR LIGHT, AND BURN WHATEVER IS LEFT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” he bellows through saliva drenched lips.
“I-I-I, I can’t u-understand how that is fair.”
“FAIR! FAIR! Do you really want to bring up what is, and isn’t fair RIGHT now? IS IT!….”