“How many more lies have you told me? How many times have I been a pawn in your stupid games!” She yells, slapping him across the face. He allows a smirk to escape from beneath his mustache. "Every single chance I get, every time so...” But his words fall short.
“A wet dreams nightmare, that’s what I’d call that!” Emerson says laughing hysterically, as he can no longer hold it in. ”You said you wouldn’t laugh! You promised!” ”Yeah, and you said you’d tell me a story I wouldn’t believe, seems like we both lied. Shit like that happens everyday!”
"Three chances down Sammy!" He says as he slithers over him like a snake, and hisses in his ear. "How many more can you afford to lose?" "F-F-FUCK YOU!" Sammy screams back in defiance. "So, Next question?" He says, smiling as he places the knife's blade against Sammy’s index finger.
Hello to everyone, I hope you all made it through Halloween safely? I just wanted to let you know what's going to happen for the next 30 days here at Twisted Roads. I've been wanting to write some more shorts for a while, but, the time hasn't been there, because, unlike when I was doing …
"I WON'T!" She yells as she leaps up and runs out of the room. He turns around to the crowd, and swallows. "SHE'S FUCKING LYING!" He yells as the crowd slowly filters out of the room leaving him alone, he grips his forehead and hisses towards the ground in frustration.
Mum slipped into a coma just before she passed away and a lot of it sounds fam.... Oh shit I remember Mum passing away. But, but she couldn't've, I mean what the fuck, if she's dead then what am I? Am I dead, or is this all some bad dream?
Obviously I didn't listen to him, why should I? Because he's a doctor? Fuck that. Three years ago the same jerk told me if I didn't quit smoking three packs a day I'd be dead within six months, and guess what I still fucking smoke, so why should I care?
He feels the blade press against his throat and his smile broadens. "Good to see you haven't lost your touch." "Again, what do you want?" "I told you. I came to see you before the end." She takes a step back lowering the knife. "What do you mean, the end?"
His eyes to scan the surrounding area. "Are you trying to be funny?" The voice laughs, "If I was trying to be funny, I'd make some smart-arsed comment like, aren't you hot in all those clothes. I'd says I was being, more, pointing out the obvious." "What do you want?" Find the extended version in …
"Thirty years, ever since the killings no ones been anywhere near this place, too many bad vibes, and the fact he was never caught," the other replies. "That's what I don't get Francis, you say it was a he, but why couldn't it have been a she?" Francis laughs, "Really?" Find the extended version in …