Tag: Life

  • 31 Days Until The End – Thirty-One – Wrapped In Words

    31 Days Until The End – Thirty-One – Wrapped In Words

    Said,

    unsaid,

    thoughts forgotten,

    deeds done,

    undone,

    time and time again,

    count them,

    thirty-one days that seals your fate,

    washing,

    scrubbing,

    bleeding,

    tearing,

    ripping at all I am,

    bravely going forward,

    back,

    until it starts again,

    looking,

    searching,

    finding,

    building,

    shaping it to fail,

    plotting,

    planning,

    acting out,

    someone’s blood will spill,

    they’ll never catch me,

    you’ll never know,

    I’ll be your bestest friend,

    until the night,

    when the mood is right,

    I’ll slice you open,

    and then,

    you’ll see your end.

  • 11 Months, 700 Posts And A Slight Tick In My Left Eye – Daily Grind

    11 Months, 700 Posts And A Slight Tick In My Left Eye – Daily Grind

    11 Months has come, and gone, as you are reading this, 11 months of insanity, we are almost at our destination my dears, and what does that mean you all ask?

    It’s a question I myself ask as well, after doing this for so long, it seems like second nature, to prepare something each day, to fool around with some silly idea that’s rushing around in my head and stamp it out, somewhere, into the world, for people I may never really know, to read, and, in some instances enjoy.

    11 months, did I think I’d get this far?

    I’m not entirely sure really, I know I started with time devoted each and everyday to attack the challenge of the day, over the course of the blog, it’s become harder, and time is now randomised, sometimes it even happens mer minutes before the post is due, and I just close my eyes and type, but, that’s not the only thing that’s changed, remember YouChallenges?

    Those were story ideas given to me by readers, and my job was to write a story around the word, or sentence that I was given, then I played with the Daily Prompt, still do every now and then, then, well,  then we had the 50 Word Story, and then the Expanded version posted later in the day, they still appear from time to time when I have, the time, wow, way too many time’s in that sentence.

    What else? We had the Whispered Words morph into Wrapped In Words, we had the Roundhead beat the hell out of Halloween, which, by the way, is still the best period the blog ever had, was it all the content I was doing around then? Was it the unashamed promotion of the Roundhead event? Who knows, but, I haven’t had time to work on something the same way.

    Bad Day became an idea I really liked, fucked it up and reset a lot of the story and well, I haven’t looked back since then, and it’s still not over.

    We’ve got Dark Stars popping up once again, sci-fi, I still remember people saying, you’re writing sci-fi? Really? Why? Well I decided to start the year off differently, and hell, I’ve enjoyed it, and, if I can, I’ll get the ‘last’ story out of the way before we reach ZERO.

    Fuck, what happens when we hit ZERO?

    Something Terrible, I’m sure.

    Will the car keep burning down the road, or will it pull over for a much needed rest?

    Only time will tell, but, one thing I know, once the blog hit’s ZERO, there will be a few things breaking out of the wood works, a few things, I still haven’t had a chance to fine tune, but will find the time before we stop.

    So, thanks for reading, thanks for sharing this time with me, and to some, thanks for becoming my friend, and, if you are now, or have done for the last 11 months, for the last 700 post, read and comment, thanks to you too, now, lets see how many more I can hit before we get to the end of this motherfucker.

    Cheers,

    And remember, keep the lights on, because you never want to be caught with them out,

    your light I mean, get your head out of the gutter!

    Matt

  • 32 Days Until The End – Thirty-Two – Wrapped In Words

    32 Days Until The End – Thirty-Two – Wrapped In Words

    Some may say,

    that my words are wrong,

    confused,

    mad,

    and insane,

    but if I were you,

    and I’m not,

    just so you know,

    I would be careful what you say,

    because things are dark,

    on my side of the fence,

    and I’d love to give you a tour,

    thirty-two rooms,

    and only one door,

    my house is a sight to see,

    so,

    when you have time,

    come and visit mine,

    trust me,

    you’ll be perfectly,

    safe.

  • 33 Days Until The End – Thirty-Three – Wrapped In Words

    33 Days Until The End – Thirty-Three – Wrapped In Words

    Like a spiders-web,

    your trapped,

    you can’t win this game,

    you shouldn’t even try,

    you see there’s thirty-three way out of here,

    and every way,

    you die,

    how do I know?

    it’s just a gift,

    that’s what I say anyway,

    but I’ll tell you the truth,

    if I must,

    I spike your drink yesterday,

    it’s an interesting cocktail,

    that I made you drink,

    a bit of this and that,

    but the really cool things,

    are what you’ll do,

    once it starts eating away on your insides,

    first your stomaching,

    it will explode,

    and then so will your heart,

    and finally,

    so will your head,

    but don’t worry dear,

    you’ll long be dead,

    before the exploding of your head,

    because as you know,

    you’re heart,

    it’s the second thing to go.

  • 34 Days Until The End – Thirty-Four – Wrapped In Words

    34 Days Until The End – Thirty-Four – Wrapped In Words

    Tick-tock,

    did you see that cock?

    thirty-four,

    but he acts a lot like four,

    juvenile and disobedient,

    he even shits himself,

    yeah I said it,

    I told it like it is,

    you think this is some joke?

    You think my words are false?

    Then take a look,

    see his pants,

    the stain on the back tells all,

    he shat himself,

    you know I’m right,

    so suck it up and take it down,

    this fucking jerks a clown,

    and when you hear,

    how he lost that ear,

    you won’t want him around,

    I kid you not,

    it was with a goat,

    he did try to poke,

    but it wasnt in the mood,

    and knocked him down,

    upon the ground,

    and kicked him in the balls,

    then Mary Tucker,

    he tried to fucker her,

    underneath the willow tree,

    she didn’t wanna,

    but he still trued to fuck her,

    so she bit off his ear,

    and swallowed it down,

    so there you go,

    I told you so,

    that Jerry is a jerk,

    so next time you,

    think of that fucking… poo,

    you’ll know he’s really a shit.

  • 35 Days Until The End – Thirty-Five – Wrapped In Words

    35 Days Until The End – Thirty-Five – Wrapped In Words

    Thirty-Five hearts,

    placed in a row,

    ripped from their owners,

    for that’s what I stole,

    nothing else did I want,

    nothing needed but this,

    for the feast of the fairy,

    is about to begin,

    blood will be spilt,

    sex will be had,

    for fucking a fairy,

    is a pleasure you must have,

    now do you realise,

    tales of old are a lie,

    for a fairy is not sweet,

    but is sour and horny as fuck,

    so join us and dance,

    drink and fuck,

    because my fellow human,

    it’s a one way trip.

     

  • 36 Days Until The End – Thirty-Six – Wrapped In Words

    36 Days Until The End – Thirty-Six – Wrapped In Words

    Words thirty-six,

    whispered to me,

    wrapped in a cloth,

    placed against my soul,

    how it twisted me inside,

    wanting to die,

    breaking my heart,

    draining my life,

    my withered body you left,

    my soul you stole,

    you used me,

    abused me,

    told me your lie,

    you hissed in my ear,

    you shook me with fear,

    and now all I can do,

    is wait for you,

    as you move on to the next,

    plotting and planning,

    my vengeance,

    and,

    your death.

  • 38 Days Until The End – Dark Stars: Quake, Part Seven – Short Story

    38 Days Until The End – Dark Stars: Quake, Part Seven – Short Story

    The Players so far..

    Zander Kane, once a trusted and highly decorated general for the United Federation, Kane betrayed not only his own race, but his own flesh and blood to join the Dark Collective, so he could be with the woman he loved. Now, he rides stardust and slipstreams, captaining the Betha, fighting for the collective, in hope of one day freeing the worlds from the federations ruling grasp.

    Gadamrie, a Golden Priestess in the Dark Collective, who before the federation came to power boasted over one million hosts as part of her mind hive.

    Syin-To-Twenty-Seven (Sin), Betha’s sentient companion, through the link they share Sin can control and communicate between Betha and Zander, as well as accessing and sometimes controlling other forms of technology.

    Touvler, Zander’s right hand man and Betha’s co-pilot, Touvler along with two others joined Zander when he defected from the United Federations to the Dark Collective.

    General Salidazar, an officer in the Dark Collective, who’s loyalties, may lie somewhere else.

    High Priestess Dankika, leader of the Dark Collective, a maker, a being who exists across multiple realities.

    High Lord Quinn, Commander for the United Federation, and a Quadrapled, a slang term for a clone. Quinn’s past is still yet to be revealed, but his past association with Zander Kane makes his story more of a mystery.

    President Balmires, the current elected president of the united federation, Balmires’ rise to power is one worth of it’s own story, soaked in blood and betrayal.

    Last time on Dark Stars

    Zander and the crew of Betha find themselves requested by the High Priestess, once touching down, he comes face to face with General Salidazar, who has other plans for Zander. Gadamrie intervened spoiling his plans, as the High Priestess arrived and attempted to quell the already explosive situation, to, no positive end, until Sin relayed a message, what appears to be from Zander himself, warning of the Priestess and Salidazar, verifying the information, he acted, somewhat recklessly, and fled towards an unknown destination, with Salidazar following closely behind, Zander backtracked to take care of him once and for all, but, were faced with a greater problem. Unfortunately Zander and Betha’s crew, found themselves prisoners of High Lord Quinn.

    And so we continue…

    The light blinds him, he looks up, trying to shield his eyes, but his hands jerk back, as the blue glowing shackles that tether him to the metallic cells surface tighten and pull him back.

    “Welcome back to the world of the living Captain Zander, I thought, you were going to rob me of the reveal,” a voice says from somewhere behind the light.

    “So you finally decided to come down here and show your face, why? Your boys hands get tired of stroking my fine features with their soft delicate fists?”

    “I, am glad to see you are in high spirits, for such a low point in your life.”

    “You’re telling me, although, I’m never going to get on my knees like you and service tiny Johnson, to keep on breathing,” Zander says with a wry smile.

    “Your words will not help you now Kane, you cannot escape my grasp, although, I am curious that you are not surprised by my appearance?”

    “Should I be? Everyone knew you couldn’t to be trusted, that’s why we left you on Parsec Twelve with a bullet ion the back of your head, you ever think who did that? Ever wonder how you managed to get shot in the back of the head, when the enemy we were face were in front of us? Obviously, your upload was damaged in the reboot, I’m taking it, your a sloppy bot, sexting across the galaxy, taking a load or t….”

    Quinn slaps Zander across the face and laughs, “Zander, normally, this would amuse me, but, you and I have more pressing matters to discuss.”

    “You might as well save your jaw for the president of the alliance, I’m sure he’s expecting you soon, with all the spoils of war, but me, I’m tired of your voice, so, for once listen to me when I say shut up and put a bullet in it.”

    “Don’t be foolish Zander, there’s many things we, I, can offer you, a warrior of your skill, could rise higher than many who already sit on Balmires cabinet, join me my friend, and toge….”

    Zander laughs, “You think I’m that stupid? I know what this is, and I know Balmires, the things I’ve done, there ain’t no coming back from that, and besides, I’ve been where you are once, I’ve seen war from your side, didn’t like it, I’d rather die than stand by your side. Besides, my friend, the man you were, he died at the battle of the fallen star, this, whatever you are now, you’re not even close to who he was.”

    Quinn moves from behind the light, his crimson red uniform shimmers in the light, while his hairless, pale white skin glows, making his empty black eyes seem like holes to another world. “I remember fallen star, many of your race died that day, as did mine, but, we all made choices that day, mine, was for me, yours, was for something else, something stupid. But, it does pain me to hear you say those words, I had hoped you would join me here, in the glory, in, the darkness, maybe, you need more time, perhaps I shouldn’t be so hasty, we have a day or more until we reach the citadel.”

    “Don’t waste your time, Balmires and his kind will fall eventually, we’ll bring justice to the worlds, and end what his people have done, free the worlds, let them be their own once again, you’re pockets of sleepers will all come undone, thugs like Salidazar will fail, I may not be around to witness it, but, I know it’ll happen, cause dicks like you, always lose.”

    “You’re a fool, they had their chance, but instead all they did was waste it, before his ascension, wars raged for centuries, hate prospered, but, under Balmires rule the universe has healed, has become one with each other, and your dreams, they’re lined with blood.”

    “They were your dreams once as well if I remember, but, I guess you’ve forgotte…”

    Quinn grabs Zander by the throat and squeezes, deathly staring into his eyes, “I have forgotten nothing, I was blind, like you, like the rest of your people, but I saw the light, I saw we were the ones causing death and destruction, taking innocent lives for a cause that is rotten, blind, worthless, and full of faults. Perhaps it’s better this way, perhaps, my dream of you being able to see the true power, the true way, is, something that is just that, a dream!” he says, as he tosses Zander to the floor, nodding his head to the side, as two similar uniformed men rush towards Zander, pulling him to his feet, as Quinn straightens his uniform , then raises a blaster towards Zander. “I’m disappointed we could not continue this friendship, but know this, when I am done here, with you, I am going to hunt down your precious Gadamrie, one by one, until all those in her depravity of a hive ar….” He stops and tilts his head, his black eyes widen with curiosity, as Zander smiles. “What amuses you? Do you not realise that today, is the beginning of the end, we have won and you, you will die.”

    “I’m smiling because you think I was stupid enough to not have some sort of plan in place, you think I’d just give myself up, without a fight? Don’t you remember what happened on Baxter ten?” he says, as a blaster bolt tears through Quinn’s head. The two guards have no time to react as shots tear into them as well. “It took you long enough,” he says as two of Gadamrie’s hive hosts, shimmer into existence.

    “I had to wait for the right moment,” She says.

    “Where are the others?”

    The two golden armoured figures look at each other, then at Zander, “We are all that is left, the others,” she says, lowering her head. “The others are no more.”

    “What? How? You said no one would die? What the hell happened to your plan?”

    She looks down at Quinn, “He, he wasn’t alone, there was another traitor in our mists.”

    “Another? Who the hell is there left to turn on us? What you’re saying doesn’t make sense.”

    “It’s something I’m still trying to get my head around, but, the time for speculation will have to wait, if we are to finish this, we must move quickly, time is running out.”

    Zander picks up Quinn’s blaster and checks it’s power cell, “I knew this plan was going to back fire.”

    To Be Continued

  • 39 Days Until The End – Dark Stars: Quake, Part Six – Short Story

    39 Days Until The End – Dark Stars: Quake, Part Six – Short Story

    The Players so far..

    Zander Kane, once a trusted and highly decorated general for the United Federation, Kane betrayed not only his own race, but his own flesh and blood to join the Dark Collective, so he could be with the woman he loved. Now, he rides stardust and slipstreams, captaining the Betha, fighting for the collective, in hope of one day freeing the worlds from the federations ruling grasp.

    Gadamrie, a Golden Priestess in the Dark Collective, who before the federation came to power boasted over one million hosts as part of her mind hive.

    Syin-To-Twenty-Seven (Sin), Betha’s sentient companion, through the link they share Sin can control and communicate between Betha and Zander, as well as accessing and sometimes controlling other forms of technology.

    Touvler, Zander’s right hand man and Betha’s co-pilot, Touvler along with two others joined Zander when he defected from the United Federations to the Dark Collective.

    General Salidazar, an officer in the Dark Collective, who’s loyalties, may lie somewhere else.

    High Priestess Dankika, leader of the Dark Collective, a maker, a being who exists across multiple realities.

    High Lord Quinn, Commander for the United Federation, and a Quadrapled, a slang term for a clone. Quinn’s past is still yet to be revealed, but his past association with Zander Kane makes his story more of a mystery.

    President Balmires, the current elected president of the united federation, Balmires’ rise to power is one worth of it’s own story, soaked in blood and betrayal.

    Last time on Dark Stars

    Zander and the crew of Betha find themselves requested by the High Priestess, once touching down, he comes face to face with General Salidazar, who has other plans for Zander. Gadamrie intervened spoiling his plans, as the High Priestess arrived and attempted to quell the already explosive situation, to, no positive end, until Sin relayed a message, what appears to be from Zander himself, warning of the Priestess and Salidazar, verifying the information, he acted, somewhat recklessly, and fled towards an unknown destination, with Salidazar following closely behind, Zander backtracked to take care of him once and for all, but, were faced with a greater problem.

    And so, we continue…

    “So, there’s no chance he’s telling the truth? There’s no chance what so ever they could be under a cloak of any kind?” Zander asks.

    “It would be almost impossible sir, they would have to be…” Sin falls quiet, Zander spins around to face him once more.

    “They would have to be, what?”

    Sin doesn’t need to answer, as space lights up with violent colours, purples and reds, greens and blues, and then, a star destroy tears through space and time, sending Betha’s control panel into a violent fit.

    “They would have to be jumping, sir,” Sin says softly, as they all stare out the cockpit, in silence.

    “Well, at least things can’t get any worse,” Touvler says, Zander drives a punch into his arm. “What the hell did you do that for? It’s not like it can!”

    “How do you know that? How the hell do…” Zander doesn’t get to finish his sentence as space rips apart once more, and High Lord Quinn’s command ship, the Romana, dwarfs the gigantic star destroy, as it’s battalion of blasters churning to life and target Betha.

    “Disengage your weapons, and, surrender!” A voice booms through Betha’s cockpit.

    “Options?” Zander asks, as he looks over his shoulder to his crew, who all sit in stunned silence.

    “Seriously? Do what the man says, disengage the weapons, and kiss our quadrepts goodbye,” Touvler says.

    “That’s not an option, we’re dead if we let them take us.”

    “We’re sure as hell dead if we don’t,” Touvler quips back.

    “Then, options?” Zander asks again.

    “DISENGAGE YOUR WEAPONS, OR, WE OPEN FIRE!” The voice booms once more.

    “Sin?”

    “I, I have nothing sir, Betha is no match for the Romana, the star destroy, maybe, we could have pulled something, but, the Romana, it is, too powerful, anything we try, it will counter, I’m sorry sir, our only hope, is t…”

    “NO! I will not die like a coward, I’d rather die than give them the satisfaction of torturing me.”

    “It’s not just your choice Zander, this is about all of us, not just your ego!” Touvler says venomously.

    “What? You think I’m only thinking of myself? What that sadistic prick will do to all of us, isn’t it better to die trying, than to give in?”

    “We’re not giving in, we’re buying ourselves time,” Gadamrie says, as she places a hand on his shoulder. “Disengage her weapons my love, I may have a way we can survive, but, you have to play along with their game,” he stares at her, and looks back, over the nervous faces of his crew, then, falls back into his seat, letting out a sigh of exhaustion.

    “Sin, disengage Beath’s weapons,” he says as he looks back up at Gadamrie. “Now, tell me your idea, and how we won’t die because of it?”

     

    To Be Concluded

  • 40 Days Until The End – Dark Stars: Quake, Part Five – Short Story

    40 Days Until The End – Dark Stars: Quake, Part Five – Short Story

    The Players so far..

    Zander Kane, once a trusted and highly decorated general for the United Federation, Kane betrayed not only his own race, but his own flesh and blood to join the Dark Collective, so he could be with the woman he loved. Now, he rides stardust and slipstreams, captaining the Betha, fighting for the collective, in hope of one day freeing the worlds from the federations ruling grasp.

    Gadamrie, a Golden Priestess in the Dark Collective, who before the federation came to power boasted over one million hosts as part of her mind hive.

    Syin-To-Twenty-Seven (Sin), Betha’s sentient companion, through the link they share Sin can control and communicate between Betha and Zander, as well as accessing and sometimes controlling other forms of technology.

    Touvler, Zander’s right hand man and Betha’s co-pilot, Touvler along with two others joined Zander when he defected from the United Federations to the Dark Collective.

    General Salidazar, an officer in the Dark Collective, who’s loyalties, may lie somewhere else.

    High Priestess Dankika, leader of the Dark Collective, a maker, a being who exists across multiple realities.

    High Lord Quinn, Commander for the United Federation, and a Quadrapled, a slang term for a clone. Quinn’s past is still yet to be revealed, but his past association with Zander Kane makes his story more of a mystery.

    President Balmires, the current elected president of the united federation, Balmires’ rise to power is one worth of it’s own story, soaked in blood and betrayal.

    Last time on Dark Stars

    Zander and the crew of Betha find themselves requested by the High Priestess, once touching down, he comes face to face with General Salidazar, who has other plans for Zander. Gadamrie intervened spoiling his plans, as the High Priestess arrived and attempted to quell the already explosive situation, to, no positive end, until Sin relayed a message, what appears to be from Zander himself, warning of the Priestess and Salidazar, verifying the information, he acted, somewhat recklessly, and fled towards an unknown destination, with Salidazar showing his true colours in the process.

    And so, we continue…

    Zander looks over the flight path and smiles, “Like you have a girl waiting for you.”

    “Hey, Sandra D may be a replicant, but, she’s my replicant, finest model in the galaxy,” Touvler says with a laugh.

    Some space away, a lone, small craft, follows slowly behind, inside, in front of the controls, Salidazar snarls his lip in anger, as the hole in his head, slowly heals over.

    “You heard correct Sir, Kane went haywire, blasted a damn hole in my head then took off, didn’t even want to hear what the witch had to say.”

    “This child you said she spoke of, Kane’s child, what did she mean by it?” a voice asks.

    “Have no idea, I’m not in the circle of trust, remember.”

    “Very well, follow and report back, whatever Kane is playing, I want to know.”

    “Of course, High Lord Quinn,” he says, as he turns his communicator off, and continues to follows Betha’s plasma trail, suddenly his craft is rocked by an explosion off the starboard bow, followed by another, as Zander’s voice crackles to life through Salidazar’s communicators.

    “You should’ve stayed dead Salidazar, but, on reflection, if you had, it would’ve meant I didn’t get to kill you again, so, nice move, I knew you had a soft spot for me!”

    “KANE! Your attempt at escape is futile, an armada is cl…”

    “Blow it out your hole Salidazar, we picked up the last fragment of your communication with Quinn, we know you’re out here on your own, so, don’t try to bluff me, I’m not that stupid,” Zander quips back, as Betha materializes a few meter away, her blasters aimed at his small craft.

    Salidazar smiles, then, begins to laugh.

    “What’s so funny, we’ve got you dead?” Zander says.

    “You, that’s what’s so funny, how you ever managed to become such a legend is beyond even my understanding, the whole universe, everything, rests in your hands, YOUR HANDS! What a joke, so, do your worst, blow me out of the sky, call my bluff.”

    Zander turns quickly to Sin, “There is no readings sir, on any level. If, he was not alone, there would be something, but, there is not, there is no masking signs of any other ship, we, are alone sir. If that is what you were about to ask,” Sin says, Zander nods his head, and turns to Touvler who shrugs his shoulders.

    “What he said, nothing, I’m only picking up brain waves from everyone on board Betha, Salidazar, and three Gramania Fengus Rogs, a sector or two back the way we came,” Touvler says.

    “So, there’s no chance he’s telling the truth? There’s no chance what so ever they could be under a cloak of any kind?” Zander asks.

    “It would be almost impossible sir, they would have to be…” Sin falls quiet, Zander spins around to face him once more.

    “They would have to be, what?”

    Sin doesn’t need to answer, as space lights up with violent colours, purples and reds, greens and blues, and then, a star destroy tears through space and time, sending Betha’s control panel into a violent fit.

    “They would have to be jumping, sir,” Sin says softly, as they all stare out the cockpit, in silence.

    “Well, at least things can’t get any worse,” Touvler says, Zander drives a punch into his arm. “What the hell did you do that for? It’s not like it can!”

    “How do you know that? How the hell do…” Zander doesn’t get to finish his sentence as space rips apart once more, and High Lord Quinn’s command ship, the Romana, dwarfs the gigantic star destroy, as it’s battalion of blasters churning to life and target Betha.

    To Be Continued

     

  • 41 Days Until The End – Back Lash – Short Story

    41 Days Until The End – Back Lash – Short Story

    He stares at the computer screen nervously, his eyes scanning the words quickly, his brow furrows, causing a cascade of sweat to run down into his eyes, he squints, and wipes his forehead with his arm, letting out a grunt of frustration.

    “So?” a woman’s voice asks from the other side of the room, he turns to her, sighs, and collapses into the chair.

    “It’s bullshit,” he says, as he pulls a cigarette from a half empty packet that sits next to a smoldering, overflowing ashtray, and lights it up. “I mean that in the nicest way possible you realise, but, I wanted an in-depth look into the folk-lore behind it all, what made this story insert itself into the mainstream mythology of various religious sectors, not some wacky story that bridges the realm of shock fiction.”

    “Seriously? I’ve given you something much better than minor league bible bashing, I’ve given you the end of the world, thousands of years worth of religious nut-jobs pompous ramblings proven to be fact. If you don’t want it, that’s fine, but, when shit starts turning real, I’ll be selling this to the top buyer and your price, your chance to be number one, will never happen, you’ll stay at the bottom of the ladder, while the big boys take all the glory, just like your wife did when she divorced you.”

    “Shit Cathy, calm the fuck down, I never said I wouldn’t fucking run it, I just said it’s bullshit, it’s full of uncertified information, for fuck sake, you lead into parts of the piece with, my feeling, shit, my feeling is this is a load of hog wash. If you want to run with it the way it is, you’re only doing yourself damage, let me rewrite a few line, tidy it up, and then, we’ll talk money.”

    “It stays the way it’s written, no changes, that’s the deal I made for the piece, that’s the deal you make in printing it.”

    He laughs and takes a drag on the cigarette, then, butts it out, “Ain’t going to happen, I’ve never let a writer tell me how to run my paper, and, I’m not starting now, so either, you compromise, or, you go TRY selling this to someone else, and honey, trust me, ain’t no one going to let you get this printed the way it is now, unless it’s an anthology of fiction stories,” he says, as he pulls out another cigarette.

    They sit there in silence, staring at each other, while he smokes the cigarette down.

    “Y-Y-You don’t understand, you have to..,”

    “Honey, I don’t have to do anything, now, are we at an impasse, or, are you wiling to change your mind?”

    “I-I-I, I can’t, you ca…” she stops, mid-sentence, her eyes grow wide with terror, her lip trembles, and she turns white as a ghost.

    “Are you okay?” He asks, as he feels it’s warm, putrid breath, on the back if his neck.

  • 42 Days Until The End – Sunset – Short Story 

    42 Days Until The End – Sunset – Short Story 

    Pompous son-of-a-bitch, that’s what he is, deluded in his own fiction, thinking he’s more than anything, more man than anyone else, when, in reality, he’s a fucking tool just fooling himself, as well as anyone whose stupid enough to be dragged into his fiction.

    Who am I talking about? Jordan Wells, that’s who, that slimy piece of shit.

    You’ve of course, heard of him?

    No, really, are you telling me you’ve never heard of Jordan Fucking Wells?

    No way, don’t you pay attention to the world around you?

    Hey, I didn’t call you a fucking retard, j just asked if you pay attention to shit happening in the world, watch the news, read a paper, shit like that.

    No?

    Seriously, so you don’t know what’s going on at the moment, you don’t know about his rise to the top of the totem pole, and his outlandish stories that put him there?

    Fuck, I mean, I don’t want to make you feel stupid, honestly, but, you need to pay attention to shit, because, Jordan Wells is the man of the minute, the first honest to goodness, by the way, this is what the media is calling him, hero.

    I’ll wait while you google his name, go on, I’m not going anywhere, look him up, read all the stories, see all the glossy, photoshopped pictures, do the whole tour, then, come back here, and continue reading, so I can tell you why he’s full of shit.

    So, what do you think? Total jerk wad, right?

    Sorry, you found nothing on him?

    Bullshit, he’s been on the news every single day for the last two weeks, in all the papers, magazines, how in the fucking hell could you not find anything about him?

    Look, don’t be like that, did you spell his name right? Jorden Wells.

    Sorry?

    Yes, I’m sure I spelt his name correctly, are you?

    What do you mean I spelt it Jordan earlier on in the piece? I don’t think your paying attention, his name is Jorden Tells, scum bag extraordinaire.

    Excuse me?

    How dare you imply I’m making all this up for attention. What reason would I have for doing that?

    Well, answer me?

    Hello?

    Are you still there?

    Hello?

  • 43 Days Until The End – Past Lies – 50 Word Story

    43 Days Until The End – Past Lies – 50 Word Story

    “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.

  • 44 Days Until The End – Constricted – 50 Word Story

    44 Days Until The End – Constricted – 50 Word Story

    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?

  • 45 Days Until The End – March Hares – 50 Word Story

    45 Days Until The End – March Hares – 50 Word Story

    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?

     

  • 46 Days Until The End – Fountain – Short Story

    46 Days Until The End – Fountain – Short Story

    It takes a step forward, and smiles, gripping the stone wall with a clawed hand.

    “I have braved endless eons, I have waded through rivers of blood, I have waited for the day you were reborn anew, so my emptiness could be filled with your overabundance, your sinful soul, that which I was not blessed with, but now, I see you for what you truly are, like me, I desire no longer just your vile pittance, not when I can have,” it throws its arena out wide, and  laughs, then looks down at him, its eyes endless, like pools of space, shimmering in the candle light, “EVERYTHING!”

    He clenches his hands into fists and leaps from the ground, driving a solid left hook across its face, it crashes to the ground, and his eyes widen with surprise, lifting his hand before him, and slowly turns it, smiling to himself, he looks down to where it lies. “I won’t let you!” He yells defiantly.

    “Well played child,” it says, seconds flash past as it stands before him once more, saliva drops from it rows of razor-sharp teeth, “but you are fighting something endless, timeless, without sin, without soul, this display, if you want to call it that, will not displace me.”

    “What do you want of me?”

    “I don’t want ANYTHING from you, I just want you to witness the destruction you have imparted onto human kind, I want you to witness as I steal all the sins, pluck them from everyone you hold dear, and then, once I have feed on them all, I will come back for you, Marty.”

  • 47 Days Until The End – Me And Mine – Short Story

    47 Days Until The End – Me And Mine – Short Story

    “They say, when you know what you’ve got, you should hold on as tight as you can, and never let it go. Sage advice for the trouble soul, or just an excuse cooked up by sick perverts who need an outlet for their desperation, their depravities, their, hopelessness,” he says as he nervously picks up a glass in front of him and takes a large mouthful, rolling his tongue over his lips, trying to wet them, he screws his face up in pain, as the water seeps into the cracks. He looks back up, at the camera, and takes a deep breath.

    “That’s what I told myself, that’s what I used to get me through all the shit, but, fuck, look where it got me,” he says, as he peers over his shoulder, quickly glancing around the room. The red, less vibrant as it once was, now darker, uglier, he swallows, and turns back to the camera once more, his eye twitches, his lip trembles. “None of them understood what was right, they, they wanted,” he stops and looks at the table, clearing his throat. “SHE wanted to take them away from me, SHE said I was sick, I needed help and until I got it, until I showed HER my family came first, SHE was takin’ the kids and leaving, going up to JASON’S, the sleaze bag from work, holiday house up in the woods. FUCKING bitch, just like the rest, just like Mum said she was, but I couldn’t see because I was thinking with my cock, and not my head,” he says looking up again and takes another mouthful from the glass, slamming it back down into the table.

    “But, now, no one can have them, no one, can take them, we’re going to be happy again, just like we’re supposed to,” he says, as he smiles and pulls a revolver from the table and smacks it against the side of his head, pulling the trigger as he does.

  • 48 Days Until The End – Starch – Short Story

    48 Days Until The End – Starch – Short Story

    It stings, like a fucking bitch, I want to rip my eyes from my head, but, that’d just be letting her win, she’d already taken so much.

    “Does it sting?” She asks, like why the fuck would she ask? I’m on the ground, clawing at my face screaming in pain, of course it fucking hurts, Although, if she really wants an answer, she’ll be waiting a while, I’m no where near finished screaming.

    She laughs, “It didn’t have to be this way Jerry, we could’ve been happy, you and I. I had everything planned, the whole nine yards, kids, a house in the Hamptons, Christmas with the whole family around the table, old age, a shared plot, but, you fucked it all up, you and your dick, bet he’s not feeling happy now,” she says, fucking bitch, I tighten my grip, pain shoots through my body, I feel the sticky, congealed blood between my fingers, as well as my junk, or lack there of, bitch cut it right off, sliced him right off, that was after she’d emptied an entire can of pepper spray in my face.

    I didn’t even have time to explain myself, she didn’t want to know, her mind was made up and I was going to pay. I guess this is what I deserve, she’s right, me and my old mate made a few mistakes, went a few places, down south, we shouldn’t’ve even gone, but, you know what, even though all this pain, I sorta still think, in the long run, it might’ve been the best decision I’d ever done, because, well, obviously, this bitch is fucking crazy.

    I just hope they can stitch him back on.

  • 49 Days Until The End – Perhaps – Short Story

    49 Days Until The End – Perhaps – Short Story

    Perhaps, a word used to possibly answer a question, without actually providing one, I know, in my time, I’ve used it to avoid honestly answering questions I feel incapable of answering at the time, be it for personal or more complex reasons.

    Why am I telling YOU all this? Well, doesn’t it make sense? Doesn’t it open your eyes wide with understanding?

    No you say. Well, this is truly interesting indeed.

    I know it may be hard for you, considering this being the first, true moment we, you and I, have, in our somewhat twisted, visceral, ebbing,  flowing, this way, that way dance, actually laid eyes on each other, but, we have concocted conversations with each other, to the point where we both feel neither you, nor I, are strangers to each other. So, we should be able to do away with such disillusions, and let our coverings fall to the ground, exposing our nakedness to each other in ways others would scream in horror at.

    Yes, I’m talking about stripping away the skin, the flesh, the bone, everything, and becoming one with each other in perpetual ecstasy, forever.

    What? You don’t share these feelings, you think I am sick, and need to be punished. Well, then, I have a secret for you.

    Come closer.

    Closer, right up to the screen.

    Good, now that I’ve got your undivided attention, answer this question for me.

    Can you feel it?

    Sorry, you don’t understand?

    Let me make it clearer then, I’m talking about that tingling on the back of your neck, that aching, just behind your left ear, reach up, feel it.

    Do you feel the warmth?

    Do you feel the opening?

    Grab it, pull the flesh away, become one with me.

    Still no?

    Then, if I were you.

    I wouldn’t turn around.

  • 50 Days Until The End – Unraveling  – 50 Word Story

    50 Days Until The End – Unraveling – 50 Word Story

    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?”