Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

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  • Why Can’t You Hear My Cries?

    Why Can’t You Hear My Cries?

    Moments in time,
    forgotten,
    buried,
    I stumble,
    lost,
    alone,
    help me,
    I’m still here,
    I’m still alive,
    feel my pulse,
    feel my heart beat in my chest,
    don’t lock me away,
    don’t cover me up,
    Can’t you feel me?
    Can’t you hear my heart beating?
    I’m still here,
    I’m still me,
    I’m still alive,
    don’t you feel it?
    Don’t you see?
    I’m still me,
    I’m still here,
    set me free.

    —

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  • In Sleep You Will Still Call My Name

    In Sleep You Will Still Call My Name

    Pain is another of your names,

    I screamed it when I called you,

    sinking within this shell of who I was,

    of who you knew me as,

    plastic faces to hide the tears,

    liquid feelings they shed so clear,

    fornicated with my inner self,

    silence is felt,

    fate is dealt,

    by my hands,

    by my sin,

    the place I’ve always seem to be lost in,

    that place within,

    shatters images of yesterday,

    but in the end you’ll see,

    this was all I was meant to be,

    the person you could never see,

    the man who was really me.

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  • Do Not Punish Me For My Good Deeds

    Do Not Punish Me For My Good Deeds

    My petulant child,

    my bringer of doom,

    sinner,

    soul destroyer,

    I’d give my all,

    to own you complete,

    instead of the fragmented beast,

    that resides inside your eyes,

    give in,

    let go,

    make me your king,

    and I’ll shower you with blood,

    I’ll bathe you in gold,

    I’ll sacrifice the masses,

    I’ll sacrifice my soul,

    for your touch,

    your kiss,

    your divine hand of rathe,

    reward my sins,

    and forgive my good deeds,

    for this is my final peace,

    this is what I make to you,

    as my body grows cold.

    —

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  • When The Sky Opened Up And Swallowed Me Whole

    When The Sky Opened Up And Swallowed Me Whole

    I said softly,

    words never meant,

    but words wanted,

    I corrupted myself,

    for something I never wanted,

    I gave,

    when giving was not needed,

    you there,

    you judge,

    you plot,

    you cannibalize the meaning,

    regurgitate it into something else,

    you paint me into the villain,

    when all I ever was,

    was a lost soul,

    looking for comfort from the cold.      

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  • Through My Mind Does The World Break

    Through My Mind Does The World Break

    Softly it started,

    like the beginnings of sleep,

    comfortable and relaxed,

    like the world was safe,

    and with that,

    my place in it confirmed,

    but that was before the nightmares escaped from my skull,

    and tormented the wicked,  

    twisted the  broken,

    temped the strong,

    it wasn’t days,

    but moments,

    from when the nightmares escaped,

    that the word,

    humanity,

    ceased to exist,

    destroyed by self hate.

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  • Do You Know What The Muffin Man Said?

    Do You Know What The Muffin Man Said?

    Segmented messages,

    torn into flesh,

    you cry,

    you scream,

    you forgive,

    and you beg,

    you promise countless promises,

    you lie countless lies,

    you try to deceive the deceiver,

    but you can’t fool the king with his own lies,

    segmented message,

    torn into flesh,

    your end days are coming,

    but first you must complete,

    damnations last request.  

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  • The Insanity Of Trying To Sell A Book

    The Insanity Of Trying To Sell A Book

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  • One Love – The Opening Cut

    One Love – The Opening Cut

    Love doesn’t die quietly—it tears through flesh screaming.

    A grieving man refuses to accept the horrifying truth about the woman he loves, even as the world around him collapses into violence, bloodshed, and desperation. Trapped inside a storm-soaked home filled with death, fear, and decaying memories, Samuel clings to the fragile hope that love can survive even the most monstrous transformation. One Love is a bleak and deeply human horror story about obsession, denial, sacrifice, and the terrifying lengths people will go to for the ones they cannot let go.

    He swings the shovel wildly towards the two men, sending blood and dirt spraying from the blade and splashing into the rain-soaked ground.

    “I told you to go! I won’t tell you AGAIN!” he yells.

    “Samuel! For fuck’s sake, son, she’s gone, and what’s left ain’t her ANYMORE! You have to let us do what must be done. Can’t you see you’re endangering everyone with this madness?” his father yells back, narrowly avoiding the edge of the shovel as Samuel swings it violently towards him again.

    “You’re WRONG! You’re all wrong! She’s still in there, I can see it!

  • Twisted Roads – An Anthology Of Twisted Tales – Volume One

    Twisted Roads – An Anthology Of Twisted Tales – Volume One

    Today we’re doing something new, launching the first collection of short stories that once found their home here, on this blog. The thirty-one short stories have been reworked, edited and cleaned up, so they are, what I hope, the best version of themselves they can be, along with a super awesome cover designed by YAZGAR as you can see here.

    Included in the collection is a new story, written especially for the collection. I hope if you all have a chance you’ll venture over and have a pursue of the collection, maybe even buy a copy, or, if you’re feeling crazy, you can sign up to the mailing list below, and receive a free copy!

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    Matt

    The Kids Love It

    The car comes to a screeching halt, smashing into the side of another, forcing it off the road and down into a ditch, voices cry out, followed by an explosion.

    He stands overlooking the carnage, watching with bewildering eyes, his bottom lip quivers, as one of his hands slowly reaches up and grasps his chest. The burning sensation that he had coursing through his body only seconds ago, is now non-existent. But he doesn’t question why, as he knows the reason, for he can see it in his own dead, empty eyes that stare towards him.

    “OKAY, THAT’S A WRAP!” He hears yelled a few feet away. Slowly he casts his eyes towards seven men, men he never noticed before, standing, watching, with what looks like cameras, microphones, and other filming equipment.

    “H-H-H-Hello?” he says softly.

    One of the men looks over to him, nods and smiles, then turns back to packing up his equipment.

    “HELLO?” He says again, louder this time.

    “Don’t be put off by Klause, he’s one of those artists,” a voice says from behind him, he turns to face a skinny man, mid-thirties, long scraggly hair, holding what looks to be a boom mic…

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  • For When The Toll Of The Bell Calls For You

    For When The Toll Of The Bell Calls For You

     It started slowly,

    passing from person to person,

    infecting,

    destroying,

    decaying,

    all that was built,

    the world wasn’t ready,

    hope,

    was out of reach,

    three days after the first case of infection was reported,

    eighty-three percent of the earths population,

    had fallen ill with the disease,

    two days after that,

    it wasn’t about treating the sick,

    it was about survival,

    a vaccine,

    to protect the un-infected,

    the sick,

    were already dead,

    and in that,

    so was the rest of us.                

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  • M Is For…..

    M Is For…..

    I’m working on something for another blog, it’s an idea that is starting to crystallize, but, I don’t know if I’m getting carried away with the set up, or just doing what I normally do, which is have too much fun with dialogue… Anyway, I thought I would share the beginning of my idea. It may change many times before it’s posted, but, when it does, I’ll let you know and you can be the judge on if it works out the way I hope it will.

     

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    He looks over toward him, the king, or, so he thinks, and allows a sneer to protrude from his mouth.

    “Don’t even think it,” a voice hisses in his ear, he turns quickly.

    “Why not? We’re as good as dead anyway, why not go out on our feet, fighting, than screaming like Wills?”

    “Because at least Wills had a god damn plan man, he wanted to escape, you just thinking about dying, wanting it, that ain’t no way to play this game.”

    He laughs softly, “Game? This all a game to you Conner?”

    “It’s all a game man, life. You win some, you lose some, but you play it none the less, you play to win on every hand, and damn me if sometimes the best wins are the wins you ain’t supposed to win.”

    “Fifteen minutes ago you said Wills was a dumb son of a bitch, and now you’re saying he was playing it smart?”

    “I never said that stupid, crazy eyes fucker was smart, I’m just saying he had a plan to survive. Sure, it didn’t pan out the way he planned, but think what someone with brains could do, how far a smart son of an ugly mother like you could manage,” he says, nodding his head approvingly, his eyes wide with excitement. “Fuck Custer, you could take down everything, bring the self-proclaimed king HIMSELF to his knees. Then make HIM run the maze, MAKE HIM face his medieval pet, like he does to everyone else.”

    Custer shakes his head, wearing a smiled laced with sarcasm, “You’re the crazy one. No one’s ever made it out of this place alive, that thing, his medieval pet, as you so politely put it, is unstoppable, un-killable, and un-fucking believable. What hope would I have that others who were stronger, faster and god damn smarter than me didn’t?”

    “Fucked if I know man, but one things fo’ damn sure. I’m going to enjoy watching it,” he says as he stands up, nods his head as if to music, then pouts his lips and spins around dancing, throwing an arm in the air, and posing for a few seconds, “YO! SAMMY! I GOT A MOTHERFUCKER HERE WHO IS DOWN FOR WHAT YOUR SWEET, SWEET MAMMA IS PUTTING OUT!” He yells out, the room falls into silence, as they all stare his way. Custer looks up, gritting his teeth together, and clenching his hands into fists as Conner looks down at him, smiling. “Aw, don’t take it the wrong way man, we all pay the same price in the end, the only difference is, my day isn’t today.”

  • Day 362 – It Waits In The Basement – YouChallenge Short Story

    Day 362 – It Waits In The Basement – YouChallenge Short Story

    “I’m telling you Kyle, no bullshit, I saw them going at it with my own eyes, Kendra and Mr Wells, not more than five minutes ago!” He yells at his younger brother, who rolls over and pretends to be asleep.

    “Kyle, for god sake, you’ve got to come and have a look, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t, always wondering what they looked like out in the open,” he says, Kyle turns over and stares at Lincoln, who’s smile stretches from one ear to the other.

    “What make you think I wanna see them?”

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  • Day 342 – Lioness – Short Story

    Day 342 – Lioness – Short Story

    She peers through the crowd, searching, lifting her nose into the air, his scent is strong, he can’t be more than a few feet away, she feels it dig into her back and lets out a low growl.

    “Donovan, are you sure you want to play this game again,” she hisses.

    “Fuck you Clare, this dance ends tonight, I won’t live like this anymore, looking over my shoulder, wondering when you’ll turn up, wanting more of me than I care to give,” he says, as he forces the gun deeper into her back.

    “Don’t make me out to be the aggressor, you opened the box, you gave me life, you performed the ritual, you can’t just walk away when you sell your soul, we’re linked, forever, until you’re dragged down to the fiery pits of damnation,” she says through clenched teeth, forcing a smile.

    “I never wanted this, I never agreed to you dogging me forever!”

    “Well, maybe you should’ve read the fine print first,” she says with a laugh, he pushes the gun in, causing her to winch in pain.

    “Tell me how I can be rid of you?”

    “You can’t, haven’t we been through this before? There is no way, only death!”

    “Bullshit, you want to be free of this as much I do, there has to be a way, someway, I can’t FUCKING live like this!” He cries.

    “Well then, kill yourself,” she says calmly.

    “Don’t fucking tempt me bitch!”

    She laughs again, “Don’t tempt you? Seriously, that’s all I’ve ever done, kill yourself, let this ride be done, claim your reward, burn forever more.”

    “Fuck you,” he hisses as he pulls the trigger, blowing a hole in her stomach, she looks down, clunching her teeth together, letting out a low, primeval growl, as the hole begins to quickly heal.

    “You don’t know how much I loved this dress Donovan, they don’t even make it anymore, you stupid fuck!” She growls, turning quickly towards his quivering frame.

    “Sucks to be you,” he quips back.

    “Oh no Donovan, sucks to be you,” she says, with a wicked smile.

  • 29 Days Until The End – Best Offer Accepted – 50 Word Story Expanded

    29 Days Until The End – Best Offer Accepted – 50 Word Story Expanded

    I don’t know when I first noticed it, the coldness, outside the air was warm, beautiful in fact, I could’ve stripped down to nothing, and still felt like I had too many clothes on, but, inside the house, it was cold, and I mean dead cold.

    Nothing I could do would make it anymore than that, I even had the heat pump checked, you know, just to make sure it was working, the guys who came to have a look at it, gave me a strange look, like I was crazy, but, once they came in, and felt the coldness themselves, they understood what I was talking about.

    They pulled that fucking thing apart, checked every piece of it, for any possible fault, but, found nothing wrong with it at all, so, eventually, after a few solid hours of searching, all they could do was charge me for their time, and leave…

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  • Day 300 – My Name – 50 Word Story Expanded

    Day 300 – My Name – 50 Word Story Expanded

    “Damn it Damien, let them go, they’re innocent!”

    “Never, no one is innocent, everyone of these fucks has sin on their souls, and they’ll all pay the price, so is my word, so, it shall be!” He says, gripping the blade tightly as he slashes it into the air violently, coming to a stop in front of his face, he feels the sweat run down his brow, his eyes, grow wide, as he stares into Damien’s hateful eyes, slowly, he reaches a nervous hand up to the blade, and pushes it away.

    “Steady on there sunshine, I’m not the enemy here…

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  • Day 265 – Frantic Motion – Short Story

    Day 265 – Frantic Motion – Short Story

    “You have to trust me,” he says, as he stares into her hopeless eyes, she nods her head, biting into her lip as she does.

    “With everything I have,” she says.

    He smiles, “Good, because, what we’re about to do, requires you to do exactly what I say, when I say it. You can’t stop and think, you can’t wonder why, you just have to move, no thinking, no stopping, just one, flowing, unrelenting, movement, do you understand?”

    “I understand Kevin, and, I trust you,” she says as she places her hand out for him to take, he looks down at her hand, then back up to her face.

    “I can’t carry you, I can’t hold you, you have to follow, if you slip up, if you slow do, or stop, then it’s your problem not mine,” he says, she pulls her hand away in surprise, and he smiles once again. “Don’t think that should be anything to worry about, I love you, it’s just, I can’t do this if I’m carrying you as well, so, you have to just follow, listen and obey…

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  • Day 218 – Market – Short Story

    Day 218 – Market – Short Story

    “You seriously brought this piece of shit from there?” He says, holding up the unusual looking goblet, the rim of it cracked and chipped, the base, the same. “Fuck, it won’t even hold any liquid in it, how much did you pay?”

    “Two hundred,” she says quickly.

    He looks up at her, his eyes wide with disbelief, “You, are FUCKING kidding me? Two hundred FUCKING dollars? Are you INSANE?”

    “Trevor, trust me, this goblet will change our lives,” she says, snatching it from him, and slowly, runs her fingers around a symbol on the goblets stem…

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  • Day 217 – Green Zoned – Short Story

    Day 217 – Green Zoned – Short Story

    “What is, what is,” she says proudly, standing over the bloody and beaten man, who kneels before her.

    “P-Please, Aurora, can’t you see what you’ve become? There’s st-still time, we, we can still sa-save them,” he says weakly.

    “Don’t be a fool brother, it’s over. I’ve chosen my alliance, and, we have been victorious. Why not stand by my side and rule this world, we could overthrow Falgan, together.”

    “No, not like this, not bitter, not twisted. You’ve become someone I don’t even know, we fought for peace, for, for something better than this, something, beautiful…

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  • Day 215 – Olivia – Short Story

    Day 215 – Olivia – Short Story

    I met her by accident, well, okay, that’s not entirely true. I did mean to met her, but I didn’t go THERE to meet her, it happened. I guess you want some understanding, sure, I can see how that makes sense, so, let me start at the beginning, or, better yet, let’s start it from a hours ago, at Lenny Sanders fiftieth. 

    Originally I went there knowing full well my ex-wife and her new boy toy, Sammy the mother fucking porn star, would be there. I guess you can tell, we didn’t part on good terms, but, he is a porn star, that part I’m not joking about. You see, she wanted more out of life, and I was sick and tired of working my body to the bone and not getting any thing from it, so, we parted ways, I quit my job, and she started fucking ‘long dong’ Sammy, as he earned his money on his back, he had lots of energy for her, and she didn’t seem to mind that he shagged whatever he had to for a living…

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  • Day 195 – Negative/Positive – Where It Ends

    Day 195 – Negative/Positive – Where It Ends

    It was hell waiting for the results, I knew everything would be okay, well, I hoped it would, one slip up is nothing right?

    When the doctor came into the room, the look on his face made my bladder lose control of itself for a few moments. He ran a sweaty hand through what little hair was on his head, and said, we need to take you in for more tests.

    I asked the questions, the ones any of us would, but he couldn’t give me an answer. I said when, he handed me a container and said now, it was important to get on top of it all before it’s too late.

    TOO LATE? WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAN MEAN!..

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