Greetings from the darkened shores of my twisted roads, it’s been sometime since we last spoke, how are you? I’m sorry I haven’t called in a while, but I promise that is going to change as we progress through February.
If you’ve been visiting regularly over the last week (because nothing much else has been happening otherwise) you would notice something different happening (no, not different, more like something more twistedly bizarre.)
Let me formally welcome you to the 11 stages of hell.
11 twisted albums of pure drivel, each piece writes itself without shame or apology.
Each collection gives permission for the last to exist, with each piece of disturbing prose guiding you and I on a trip deep inside, with another more volatile voice daring us to go deeper the further we go.
So please, stick around for the ride, it’s only just getting started.
“I never dreamed it would be like this, I never knew these sort of feelings could be possible.” Talrone says with a bemused smile planted across his face.
“Seven centuries of constant ridicule as the Far’Zk’Khan relentlessly hunted mankind down like dogs. Seven centuries where your species have almost become extinct through the known universe. Seven centuries of constantly looking over your shoulder in fear of death waiting around the corner. Simple things are something you have never had the chance to feel let alone enjoy, so sit and experience all the feelings that come without fear,” she says as she runs a hand through his soft, silky nut-brown mop of hair.
“Is this how everyday is for you?”’he asks as he stares into her huge orange eyes, her skin darkens to a dark purple as she lets out a muffled laugh.
“What’s so funny?” He asks in surprise.
“Nothing, honestly. It’s just your so cute.”
He laughs nervously and stares back up at the three moons as they slowly drift overhead.
A knock interrupts the blissful silence and three large humanoid looking creatures storm into the room.
She quickly leaps to her feet letting out a high-pitched shriek. “Shankar, what is the meaning of this! HOW DARE YOU ENTER MY PERSONAL CHAMBERS UNINVITED!”
“I am sorry my princess but your father has requested your presence,” Shankar says as they fall to their knees and bow their heads.
She stares at them for a few moments before turning back toward Talrone. “Excuse me, Daddy hates to be left waiting. I expect you to be rested and ready when I get back,” she says with a smile as she blows him a kiss and marches out of the room with the Shankar and the other two, slamming the door behind them.
Talrone smiles to himself as he stretches himself out, in the comfortable bed.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” a voice says from elsewhere in the room. Talrone arches his head up and looks around the enormous room, but finds no owner of the voice.
“Hello? I-I-Is anyone there?” He calls out.
“Over here!” The voice calls out, the time Talrone spots the boney waving arm of its owner.
“W-W-Who are you!”
“That doesn’t matter, just listen to me and get out of here while you can.”
Talrone laughs, “And give up this? I’d have to be a fool!”
“You’re a fool if you stay! Believe me, if I had the chance all over again I’d run to the hills and never look back. She’s more twisted than a rubber band stuck to a merry-go-round.”
“W-W-What are you saying?”
“I’m saying run, run before it’s too late!” He says as the door fly’s open and she prances back in.
“How’s my little man?” She asks with a smile as she leaps on the bed and grips his penis tightly. “Are you going to be a good boy and get this thing ready to be used, or am I going to have to show you how naughty boys are punished?” She says as her grip tightens and he sucks in a breath as his mind races with fear.
As the engine explodes in a mess of reds and blues, Lakcin feels his body melt away around him as if a powerful sedative had just been injected into his blood system. His ears pop with static, a voice screams his name then nonsensical words spin round on a loop, somehow stuck in his head. After what seems like an eternity pain fills every faucet of his being, then he collapses to the ships metallic floor. He draws breath after breath into his lungs, each burning more than the last until finally he punches desperately at his chest trying to knock it free. Static fills his ears once more followed by disembodied voices screaming his name.
“I’m through,” he says through clenched teeth.
“How do y-y-yzzzz…zzzakkkkk…zzzzou f-f-fzzzzzzzeel?”
“Like I want to throw up.”
“Where a-a-azzzzzzzz….. zzzzakkkkk… zzzzre you?”
He uneasily gets to his feet, then tumbled back to the floor, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the ground before him.
“Fucking pussy, get up and do this,” he growls viciously to himself as he forces himself back up to his feet, then staggers over towards a console. He slowly pushes several buttons as other computers come to life, followed by a holographic star chart displayed in front of him. “I’m still in the Soldizer Qudrant, except there seems to be some distortion of the area map. Computer magnify sector 237AA.” The image explodes forwards, encompassing him standing in a virtual wide rod of space. His eyes widen as he witness something large move across the emptiness, towards him.
“I found it,” he whispers softly.
“Come again Larzzzzzzzark……..zzzzaaakkkkk…. zzze can’t rezzzzzzarrrkkk……..” then silence.
“Ranger One, please repeat your last message,” he calls out then waits as silence continues to be his only reply.
“Ranger One, do you read me?” He calls out as he feels something watching him and spins around in the world of virtual space, to lock eyes with the planet sized creature as it continues to make its way toward him, slowly opening its gigantic mouth.
“If we were to hit their dive plate, we could cause a chain reaction that in theory would destroy it completely.”
“Do you think you can get us there in one not so perfect piece?”
“I can try, but with our shields being as they are, I cannot give you….”
He slides the knife across the table. ”Here’s what you’re going to do,” Marcus Hisses in Joseph’s ear. “You’re going to take that knife, and you’re going to cut that tiny thing between your legs off, and then admit all the vile things you’ve done because you believed you could!”
“Your body grows weak human. I can see your mind trying to find leverage, trying to find a way to defeat me. But there isn’t. So stop this pathetic attempt, and give me the key to Ma’Klars Belt. I promise your death will be quick!” Kar’Vel says through clenched teeth.
Talbert pulls back on the controls as the ship dives. The force of the rupture ripples out, tearing into the ships shell like a hammer, as wave after wave strikes it.
“The controls aren’t reaponding, the hijacker is out only way out!” Dylan screams, as they trade an uneasy glance.
“The holes in the defenses are so obvious from this side the mainframe. They masked our side with a subroutine that looped randomised code to fool it into believing it was still operational,” Ketch says moments before a high-pitched scream rings across cyberspace, causing his avatar to pixelate and derez.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Sam says as he drops the bag, it’s contents tumbles from it as it hits the floor.
Zack looks at the wad of notes, then up at Sam. “You screwing me over Sam?”
”No way dude, I’d never do that! Especially not on Christmas!”
“She said, he said, they all said! That’s what I’m fucking sick of! Every fucking time without fail, you two just bitch and moan about everyone else, like you’re just fucking ignoring how shit your lives are just because you think you’re better than everyone else! Well today it stops!”