….“A wire brush could do it in half the time, it’d even help with the healing process if you get good coverage,” William says with a wry smile.
“You’re assuming I’m interested in it healing.” Cole says with a nonchalant blink of his eyes.
William’s face stiffens as his blood runs cold, and his cheeks go a pale shade of white. “B-But the chance of infection triples if you don’t cure the wound within the first six hours. I-If it get infected you put everyone in danger, EVERYONE!”
“Look, I above all understand the dangers something like this can bring, and I also understand what could happen if I was to become infected, but there’s nothing to worry about, this is just a little scratch, and it will stay a little scratch.” he says with a nervous smile.
“B-But what i-if it’s not, w-what if it turns into a f-full blown infection like the others! W-What then?”
“Then we’ll get the wire brushes out and clean it out together, like we always do.”
“B-But we’ve seen that, and we know waiting doesn’t work. We’ve gotta get to it now, before the infection does, clean it out and let it heal.”
“It’s ain’t happening bro! I’m clean a…”
“WE’VE SEEN IT, AND WE’VE MADE THE HARD DECISIONS FOR TOO MANY OF OUR FRIENDS! DON’T MAKE ME BE THE ONE WHO HAS TO MAKE THAT CHOICE FOR YOU! DON’T!”…..
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Brush It Clean – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
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To Save A Virtue – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….“The sun never shone how she really wanted it to, it only burnt her flowers, dried up the frog pond and broke her heart.” Kurt snarls with a furrowed brow as he looks down over the small mound of freshly turned over dirt before him.
“T-Then it i-is something you, I a-a-and the s-s-sun have in c-c-common,” Pieter slurs as he takes another swig of his bottle, dragging a dirty sleeve across his mouth, before clumsily offering Kurt a drink.
He turns his head slightly away and holds up a hand up in disapproval. “YOU BASTARD! IT WAS I WHO STOOD BY, WATCHING HER FALL TO PIECES WHEN LEFT! IT WAS I WHO HELD HER HAND AS SHE STEPPED INTO THE LIGHT FROM THE DARKNESS HER LIFE HAD BECOME. I WAS A SAINT IN HER EYES, A SAINT!” he spits venomously.
“You w-weren’t a g-god damn thing b-boy! Y-You we’re a d-distraction f-from her p-pathetic life, a-a number. A-Anyone or anything c-could’ve d-done what you did, SHIT! N-Nothing would’ve achieved t-the same result, i-if not better. S-So don’t t-try to big n-note yourself, b-b-because y-you did SHIT!”
“I DID MORE THAN YOU, I DID ENOUGH!”
“D-Did you save her?”
“W-W-What?” he stammers through twitching lips and furrowed brow.
“A-Are you deaf b-boy? I asked if y-you GOD DAMN s-saved her!” Pieter spits back, spraying a fine mist before him…..
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5 Minute Horror Story – Code Six Bravo – The Second Short Story From 2020 Book Two
He looks down at the tablets screen, then up at the number on the side of the house, and back down to the tablet.
“This is the right address, Thirty-Six West Bentley. Code violator is a Michael Right, twenty-four years old. Kid has a sheet as long as I’ve been wiping my own arse, so it seems he’s hard of hearing,” he says as he turns to the other officer who stands beside him.
“I’m fairly sure I’ve been here a few times in the past, and if it’s the kid I’m thinking of, he’s a shifty little fucker Jezza. Bum jumped out the back window and it took half a day to catch the little fuck.”
“How do you want to play this one then. Should one of us go around the back just to be sure?”
“Old second-hand grab bag style, although it has been known to backfire from time to time. If you go in the front door under-manned you could get jumped, and if that happens Templeton will have our badges for not following procedure.”
He looks back down at the tablet and brings up Michael’s Information. “Every time he’s been picked up, he’s been charged with resisting arrest, there’s even two charges of assaulting an officer in here as well. I think it would be fucking stupid of us to follow procedure with this one. If we come at if from both sides, we might have a better result, or at least a quicker one.”
“Agreed, I’ll take the back,” he says as he jumps up and down, and cracks his neck. “Give me ten to get into position and then go for it. Don’t forget that the kid has four dogs registered at this address, and his mum has two. So there’s a good chance that there’s at least six dogs inside with the perp,” he says as he runs down the street awkwardly. Jezza looks back down at the tablet, then up at the house, looks down either side of the street and opens the gate. Instantly a dog starts barking from somewhere inside the house, and he swallows a dry mouthful of air.
“Why do I suddenly feel like I’ve been given the rough end of the stick,” he mutters to himself as he steps on to the front porch and knocks on the door. He wipes his brow as he waits while several dogs now bark wildly on the other side.
“What the fuck do you want?” a woman’s voice yells from inside the house.
“I’m here to speak to a Mister Michael Right,” Jezza calls out.
“Sorry mate, ain’t no Michael Right here, so you’ve obviously got the wrong address. Now piss off or I’ll set the dogs on you,” she replies gruffly.
“I-I-I, I’m sorry but I’m going to have to insist you open the door and keep your dogs at bay. Failure to follow these directions will result in a warrant being placed in the system for you, and possible termination of you and your son’s dogs Mrs Right. So I recommend you adhere to my request and open the door.”
For the next few moments, the only thing that can be heard is the dogs barking, “SHUT UP!” she bellows, and the dogs fall silent. “Why do you want Michael? What’s he done?”
“I am here because Michael is guilty of a code six bravo. We have samples taken from two locations in the last twenty-four hours that have been traced back to two of your son’s dogs, one of which he has been already ticketed for two similar charges in the last month. I’m sure you’re well aware that it is a three thousand dollar fine, and either termination of the pet or relocation,” Jezza replies.
“Fuck,” she hisses, as the door opens. She stands there looking at Jezza coldly, while the dogs quietly sit beside her. “Which pup is it?”
He looks down at the tablet and quickly reads through the processing notes, “The dog in question is named Theodore,” he says. As he looks up, he catches sight of a brick coming towards him, leaving little to no time for him to outmanoeuvre it, and it hits him in the face.
“Ain’t no one taking my boys away from me because my idiot of a kid didn’t pick up some shit.” she says as he crashes to the ground. The world spins violently around as he desperately scrambles to his knees, turning just in time to see the dogs surge forward towards him in an explosion of teeth and saliva.
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A Sea Of Reflections – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….He stares at his reflection in a silent oasis of nothingness, then as if prompted by a gesture unseen or heard, his nose screws up, his lips curl and his brow furrows. “I said look at YOU! Look at how much you FUCKING SUCK, you WORTHLESS piece of SHIT!” he seethes venomously through lips wet with rage, before spiting a wad of saliva across the glass.
“WHAT, ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF!” he roars as he drives his forehead into the mirror, shattering the reflective surface into a dozen or more shards. For a few countless seconds he holds his head in the carnage, before he pulls aways, and a thick stream of blood runs down his forehead before cascading off his chin like a waterfall.
“DO I NEED TO BREAK YOU! WILL THAT TEACH YOU TO BE WORTHY OF MY TIME!” he roars through saliva drenched lips, as he arches his head back before driving it into the shattered glass once again. He sucks in several deep breaths while tightening his grip on the basin as he leans into the mirror. “Y-Y-You piece of S-SHIT! Y-Y-You cowardly p-piece of SHIT!” he stammers through clenched teeth as he pulls himself ways from the mirror once more. Shards of glass drop into the sink and to the floor, while other pieces find themselves lodged haphazardly in his torn flesh. He stares at his distorted bloody reflection with a look of disgust across his face.
“L-Look at yourself! L-Look at y-yourself a-and t-tell me i-it’s going t-to be o-okay! T-Tell me y-you’re going t-to be okay? T-T-Tell me w-w-were going t-to make i-it out of THIS SHIT HOLE!” he hisses with stuttered poise before curling his lips and spitting at his reflection again. “T-T-TELL ME YOU BASTARD! TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO HEAR!” he roars as he drives his skull once more into the glass, then drops to the floor in a silent heap.
Seconds span into minutes while he lies there as a sea of red grows beneath him, sending splintered images across the multitude of reflections until all that fills the room is a rage quenched, yet unfulfilled.
His eyes flicker open, and he lets out a cry void of noise. He gasps for air like a fish would water, but no matter how desperately he tries, he cannot. As the sweat pours from his flesh, he pulls himself to his feet and gazes uneasily at his reflection.
“Y-Y-You b-bastard, are you s-still here? A-A-Are you still hiding in plain sight?” he stammers as he clutches the blood glazed basin and searches through the countless reflections until he finds one unblemished by the toils of today.
“T-T-There you are!” he hisses as a smile widens across his bloody lips. “I SEE YOU! I SEE Y…” But his words are cut from his lips as a banging erupts from the door to his left, with frantic eyes he looks over to the door, then back to his reflection and tightens his grip on the sink.
“Y-Y-YOU C-C-CAN…” His words come to a stop again as the banging continues relentlessly, until finally he pulls the door open and finds himself staring into a dozen or more variations of himself, all holding pieces of paper out towards him. Their words muffled and mangled as they twist and turn into each other’s.
“STOP THIS! STOP THIS FOR GOD’S SAKE!” he roars as he grabs the papers and starts throwing punches left and right into the faces of his doppelgangers, each time he hits one, another rises, and then another, and another, until he is swallowed by the unrelenting sea that is himself…..
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5 Minute Horror Story – Fear Of Context – The Second Short Story From 2020TOO Book Two
“It’s FARKING stark, that’s what it is, and nothing any of you PRICKS can say will change my FUCKING mind about it!” Shaun spits venomously as he holds the blood drenched knife out towards them in a shaking hand.
Theodore smiles broadly and raises his hands into the air, while a sea of red continues to grow from his stomach. “Such a violin playing moment,” he says in obvious jest as he looks around at the others, then back to Shaun. “It would break my heart not to have one, if I had one that is.”
“W-What?” Shaun stammers as he shakes his head in a moment of confusion. “D-Do you mean it b-breaks your h-heart not h-having a violin or that y-you don’t h-have a heart?”
Theodore shrugs his shoulders and smiles wryly. “Does it matter which, for they both lead to the same ending at this point of our little game.”
“OF COURSE IT FUCKING MATTERS!” Shaun snaps with renewed vigour, darting the knife towards them aggressively once more. “CONTEXT ALWAYS MATTERS REGARDLESS OF WHEN IT IS GIVEN!”
“And there, that is why you’ll die, and I’ll continue as I always do. For you see Shaun my old mate, I see the bigger picture while you are focused on the miniature and meaningless.” he proudly boasts as he looks around the room with stoic poise while bopping his head to a beat that plays only inside his. He turns back to Shaun and gyrates his hips as if he was a stripper getting the audience
“W-W-What are y-you doing?”
“I am feeling the moment,” he says as he places his hands behind the back of his head, and pokes his tongue out, as he thrusts his groin forward with each gyration. “Can’t you feel it? The intoxication of it all!”
“N-N-No,” he stammers as he adjusts his grip on the knifes handle while wiping the sweat from his eyes with his free hand. “I-I-I, I don’t understand a-any of this.”
“I know, and it shows,” he says as he winks playfully towards Shaun, before he places his hands on his hips and really gets into the thrusting, abandoning the gyrating almost completely. “But if you closed your eyes, and let go, you would be amazed at what you can do.”
“I-I-I, I’M NOT CLOSING MY FUCKING EYES! I’M NOT! YOU’LL ATTACK ME! KILL ME! I-I-I, I’M NOT A FOOL!”
“You are so untrusting, what if I promised I wouldn’t attack you? What if I swore to you here and now, that I wouldn’t dare do anything while you had your eyes closed? Would that make you feel better?” he says as he places a hand up in the air, and the other over his heart.
“Y-Y-You promise?”
“I swear on all that I hold dear, I, Theodore Bestelli, will not make any moves towards you, whilst you have your eyes closed.” he says proudly.
“Y-Y-Your word?”
“My word, and as you know, my word is everything.”
“O-O-Okay.”
“Good, good,” he says as he places his hands on his hips again and begins slowly gyrating them once more. “From the top, and with a bit more depth,” he says with a broad smile, as he thrusts his groin forward with more gusto.
Shaun nervously smiles as he places his hands on his hips and starts to rock back and forth while his eyes gently close. “I-I-I, I feel it, I-I, I really feel it!” he says with excitement, seconds before he his tackled to the ground by several of the others, knocking the blade from his hand.
“Y-YOU PROMISED! Y-YOU FUCKING PROMISED!” he bellows as the horde tear into him, while Theodore continues to thrust his groin forward with each gentle gyration.
“And I ain’t moving buddy, just like I promised, but I never promised for everyone else,” he says with a wicked grin across his lips as Shaun is torn limb from limb.
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2020 Book Two
Follow the below link to purchase 2020 Book Two to read all 20 five minute short stories.
Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…
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2020TOO Book Two
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Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…
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5 Minute Horror Story – Father And Sons – The First Short Story From 2020 Book Two
“You’ve finally taken it too far Howard! We are not meant to be a God, we are to be his servants. Kill it! Kill this abomination before things are taken out of your hands!” David says through clenched teeth as he points at Simon.
Howard grabs David’s arm and thrusts him away. “HOW DARE YOU CALL MY CHILD AN ABOMINATION! HOW DARE YOU CALL FOR ME TO KILL THE FUTURE!” Howard runs a shaking hand through his hair, pulling at it in frustration. “What I do, I do so the threats that plague our very existence can disappear. Simon is the most important child that has been birthed since man first discovered how to facilitate his own orgasm, and I will not let you, or anyone else endanger his existence.” Howard says as he pulls a revolver from his coat pocket and raises it towards David. “If you make me choose, it will be him over you.”
“You can’t be serious, you would choose that thing over ME! I am your flesh and blood! I am your FATHER!”
“That thing has a name, and if you choose to ignore it again, I’ll show you what’s more important to me.” He says passionately, thrusting the gun towards David like a knife. “Simon is my SON. He is made from OUR deoxyribonucleic acid, and he is the most important scientific advancement since we began reattaching severed limbs. The blood that bonds us is nothing more than clinical at best father, so don’t try and pull at the heart strings of something you have cared little for in the past fourteen years!”
“I know it is foolish for me to say this, but he is not your son, he is a lab rat. You need to truly understand that, before you do something that endangers everything I’ve worked towards. Ev….” He doesn’t get to finish as Howard fires the gun. The bullet strikes David in the shoulder and sends him crashing to the ground.
“Simon is everything you’ve worked for, and the sooner you understand that the better.”
“D-D-D-Daddy,” Simon slurs through a drool filled mouth as he drags himself along the floor towards where David lies.
“MY GOD!” David hisses as he clutches his bloody shoulder. “It lives?”
“Don’t we all father,” Howard says as he stands above David, his revolver aimed towards him. “Life finds a way no matter what we do. Like all things, Simon was an experiment at first, but then I discovered I had created life, one free from all the ravages the human body has been invaded with. Simon is pure perfection, and indestructible,” Howard says as he quickly turns the gun towards Simon and fires at him several times, each bullet fails to penetrate the flesh.
“W-W-What h-hav-have you done?”
“I’ve created the next evolutionary step for mankind, an unbreakable body free from disease, free from failure. I’ve designed a genome that not only creates, but when required will also destroy.” He says as David feels something grip his arm, desperately he looks down to see a human hand protruding from the back of a baby pig, gripping him tightly. He screams in terror as the hand fuses itself to him, and slowly he feels his world shut down. He turns back to Howard, his mouth hanging open and his eyes screaming at him in terror.
Howard smiles as he tilts his head to the side, observing his father’s final moments. “We are but all experiments father, you and I. Simon will know the freedom you failed to give me, for he is my son, and I love him.” He says as he places the revolvers barrel to David’s skull. “You created me in this lab, and now I will complete the circle of life and uncreate you with the same intent, to better the future.” He says as he pulls the trigger, his voice void of emotion.
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Brand Me A Man – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….Tyrone grits his teeth tightly and lets a cascading breath force a spray of saliva shower Damon’s face.
“You cocky son-of-a-bitch!” he snarls as he thrusts a blade into his throat. “Try that again and see what happens? Just try it you smarmy piece of SHIT! I’ll cut you open and leave you in the gutter like the garbage you are!”
“Big FUCKING man with a blade in his hand, big king pin! You can stand there and talk all the smack you want, but we both know deep down you’re a gutless wonder who’s looking for someone to do the job that needs to be done. So do it! Take the plunge and become the MAN, or step the fuck down and let me do what you can’t do!”
Damon’s face twists with rage as he tightens his grip on the knife’s handle, “I DON’T NEED ANYONE TO DO MY BIDDING! I’M MAN ENOUGH!” he roars as he lets loose with an indecipherable bloodcurdling cry before grabbing Tyrone’s hand and slapping the blade into it. “You to it then, if you’re enough!” he snaps with a wicked grin….
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5 Minute Horror Story – A Special Twist In Nine – The First Short Story From 2020TOO Book Two
“Its colour isn’t what I expected it to be,” he says as he casts a concerned glance towards Carlisle. “Are you sure it’s stable?”
Carlisle smiles broadly and flicks his arm forward, snapping his fingers like a gangster rapper. “You FUCKING know it brother! My shit is clean and pure, but above all those FUCKING things, my shit is constant and trendsetting. I mean brother, if you’d seen my SHIT out in the wild, you’d know that colour is a thing of tribulation as I’ve got bigger fish to fry, but that don’t mean I’m not a craftsman, wanting to give my skills a constant challenge. FUCK you and your colour critique, because my brother I could make it yellow, purple, orange or blue for that matter if I wanted, but it’s green that lights this fire tonight, it’s green that bathes babes in the woods! My green gunja is gonna set fire to your nervous system as well brother! It’s gonna turn you inside the MOTHER-FUCKING out!” he spits with poise and promise, snatching the small vial from Dav’s grasp and shaking it vigorously until it changes colour yet again. He holds it proudly in the air with a broad smile across his dry lips. “See MOTHER-FUCKER! My SHIT is special! MY SHIT IS GOLD!”
“I never meant to sound like I was insulting your goods Carlisle, it was just a concerning query about the quality of what we are discussing. As you know through being a user yourself, we’ve been moving Big Maude’s varilium for well over a decade or more, but with his sudden fall from grace, and Mister Toad’s desire of not wanting to be associated with the lower lifeforms who raise the attention of those above his harem, we have found ourselves looking for a new partner, one who has the ability to understand the tricky political atmosphere that exists around the many business ventures controlled by Toad’s empire,” he says as he gestures towards the air that separates them.
“Well Dav my old lad, you’ve not only come to the right place, but you’ve also come to the only place that could handle the numbers your boss is looking for. So to keep us both in the red, I’ll overlook your little off-hand insult just this once, but don’t take it as a sign of weakness, take it as a sign of intelligence. For I, as a businessman, would be a dead set fool to shy away from the sort of turnover I could potentially achieve by intertwining my activities with someone as influential as Mister Toad.”
“Then, we have a deal?”
“Too FUCKING right we do,” Carlisle says as he thrusts out his hand for Dav to shake.
“No, that’s not how we do things,” Dav says as Carlisle is grabbed from behind by two of Dav’s security officers.
“WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!” Carlisle screams as Dav produces a small pistol like apparatus that he presses against the side of Carlisle’s neck.
“You must understand Mister Carlisle, it is of course nothing personal, but it is a vital requirement for all of Mister Toad’s employees to be chipped and registered with our security team, especially since the catastrophe Big Maude caused for us all.” he says as he pulls the trigger and injects a microchip into Carlisle’s neck, where it quickly attaches itself to the base of his skull as the officers drop him to the floor.
“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Carlisle snarls as he leaps to his feet and towards Dav, which only causes him to smile broadly.
“I very much doubt that sir, I very much doubt that indeed,” he says as a few hundred volts surge through Carlisle’s frame that send him back to the floor once again. “Welcome to Toad industries, I am sure you will do Mister Toad proud.” he cackles loudly.***
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For Journey We Strive – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….He feels the sand cut into his already torn flesh, and hisses with the pain as it burns through him. He casts a fevered glance towards Thomas and lets a stuttered snarl escape before taking another laboured step forward.
“Your people have such a rich history of surviving the elements, be it rain, hail, or the blistering sun, do you think they would be proud as punch of their sacrifices if all their battles were rewarded with the likes of you?” Thomas ask with a broad grin upon his dry cracked lips.
“My people fought, like I still fight. You talk with a mouth open, but the sounds that emit from the void in your chest is anything but sense filled. Why don’t you do something worthy and fulfil your promise instead of dragging me through the arse end of the world.”
Thomas stops and arches his head towards the sky before letting out a cry that reaches far beyond the heavens. “You will not savour dessert if you cannot eat your peas child, that is what I was taught, and that is what we will do…..”
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Persuading The Night – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….The sun’s rays burn brightly down upon his flesh, and it blisters almost instantly. He lets out a scream of agony, while Saffron’s smile grows wider while the sun’s rays are blocked from view.
“At first I thought it was a joke, some crude attempt at at scoring favour with those in grander stead, but I am impressed beyond comprehension. But in this, many questions are raised, of course the first begs an answer, how is this the first time I am seeing a vampire in the flesh?”
“You talk as if you are someone of importance, when you hold no sway or title over your people to be called one. Had you been truly worthy, you would know our existence has been long known to your kind, but we keep ourselves hidden, because that is the will my people have been beheld to.”
“The will your people have been beheld to? Powerful words, you make it sound like you’ve never had a choice in the matter. Why?”
“What makes you think I care to answer your FUCKING questions!” he spits with teeth pointed and bared.
She nods her head and the shade is removed once again, and he screams in agony until the safe is returned. “I think we both know my answer to that question….”
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The Quiet Life – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….“Foretold in the archives of forever was your coming, waited her for eons have I, missed so many moments, but knew the longer I waited the sooner you would come,” Reginald slurs through dry lips.
“H-How long have you sat here?”
“I counted lost many moons ago, three centuries or more I’m sure.”
“Y-You waited that long to meet me?”
“I would wait longer, have already done that I think, or am, I forget to remember, or is it remembering to forget, confusion is regular with these conversations.”
“You’ve had them before?”
“With you,” he says as his eyes gaze upon Clark intently. “I am unsure, but this conversation I have had many times, with others who profess to be you.”
“Then how can you be sure, I am the one?”
He smiles softly, “Are you, you?”
“What? How does that answer my question?”
He laughs, “Your question is irrelevant, while mine is all.”
Clark lets out a chiselled sigh. “Yes, I am me.”
“Then you are he who I have waited for, until you are not.”….
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Straight From Stroodle – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….“It could be a million different things, why does it need to be an exploding brain tumour?”
“It doesn’t need to be anything, I’m just saying it’s the number one thing Stroodle is saying it is!”
“Wait, what the fuck is Stroodle?”
“It’s the web search thingy, you know, Stroodle.”
“There is no web search thingy called Stroodle you fucking knob! I think you mean Google, right?”
“I’m not a retard Carson, if I meant Google, I would’ve said Google, but I didn’t. I said Stroodle!” she spits as she pulls her phone from her pocket and proudly shoves it in his face. “BECAUSE I MEANT STROODLE!”
“Okay, okay! I’d just never heard of it before, but I guess it’s a real thing.” he says with arms held high.
“Get over yourself, it’s how you roll! Too self-absorbed to pay attention to the outside world, and brazen enough to be arguing over the name of a search engine instead of discussing the possibility of someone you profess to love dying of a brain tumour!”
“I said I was sorry.”
“You so did NOT! You avoided saying anything of the sort, and instead you started feeding me a BULLSHIT line based around miscommunication.”
He rolls his eyes and lets a long-winded sigh escape his lips. “I’m sorry,” he says softly.
“Thank you.”….
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Time Is Like A Layered Onion – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….The darkness settles, followed quickly by the silence. Maverick squeezes his eyelids tightly together, then rips them open some countless seconds later, to find himself sitting on the polls edge, as he did a few short hours ago. His heart sucks in an almost deafening beat, then holds it for an eternity, before releasing its grip and quickly falling back into a more natural rhythm.
“It shame is such, time backwards forwards doesn’t go.” an all too familiar voices sings disjointedly to his left. His eyes widen and well-up with tears almost instantly, as he allows his clumsy gaze to fall upon Hausa’s twistedly deformed form.
“I-I-I,” he stammers before lathering his throat with an overabundance of saliva.
“Rid me you had thought, sorrow intensifies dram much quite without ways. Friend of not time.” he rhymes before looking into the murky pool water, and smiles. “Broken we are more before than, end times it is.”
“W-Why didn’t it work?”
“Time?”
“I did everything right, I said the words, sacrificed the bully, made amends with all those that required it. W-WHY DIDN’T IT WORK!” he bellows with fists tightly wound.
“Perception begins last home, changes to all everyone felt, you broken are time.”….
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A Villain Painted That Way – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….“As the dust settles on his bloody corpse, let us all remember who said forever was a word unspoken. Let us feed our disenchanted hearts with the flesh of his loins, for he foolishly said that the road ahead was hard, while his member road in his stirrups soft. Broken, is the dream, and forever is his seed!” Banarby bellows as he pulls down on the lever, sending a shockwave of electricity throughout the millions of chambers that birth themselves across the caverns walls as far as the eye can see, and then beyond.
“W-What have you done?” Flounder says as his eyes widen with fear as chamber after chamber burst open, and an exact duplicate of Shawn tumbles to the ground, their minds addled, and their memories sparse.
“I have given to my pups what was promised, I have offered up their own hero to slay. Each child of the darkness will rise to the occasion and devour a version of this world’s hero for themselves. We will dine, for an eternity or more on their fleshy flaccid things. We will be reborn, and rejuvenated again and again, while the world falls beneath our hand of domination. While the world, becomes mine!”….
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The Dues Of A Devil – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….“I AIN’T FUCKING SITTING DOWN! NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHY YOU THINK I’LL DIE IF I STAY!”
“FUCK BOY!” he spits. “First you don’t want to go, and now you don’t want to stay! How about you make up your FUCKING mind, and then we’ll work out what the next step is, cause I’m too old for this BULLSHIT!”
“F-F-Fine, okay! FINE!” Keith spits as he throws himself down and stares frustratingly at Clarence who clears his throat aggressively.
“Now, you may not believe me when I tell you this, but there came a time, like there comes in every musician’s journey, where the magic slipped away and I started to do anything I could to drag it back, to capture the glory days of when I was king of the whole damn world. I tried them all, meditation, drugs, alcohol, cold FUCKING turkey, falling in love, falling out of love, anything and everything, and none of it worked, not one. That’s when I was introduced to another way, a different way to grasp popularity again. Some of the old colts called it a bank, but it wasn’t money they loaned, it was creativity wrapped in an idea that was part of a spell, and when you cast it out there, the world wanted to hear you again…..”
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A Mess Of Broken Catastrophes – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….The car hits the wall, and Samhail crashes through the windscreen and careers into the wall as if he was a bug hitting the windscreen he had just smashed his way through. With a loud piercing scream the cars horn cries into the night sky for countless moments, and then with a stuttered crescendo it fades away and leaves the smoke that rises from the cars broken form to do so in silence.
“THERE! STOP THE TAPE THERE!” Patrick yells as he strides over to the screen, and almost presses his face against it before turn back to the others with stoic resolve. “Did you all see it? D-Did you all see how the bastard evaded is again?”
Lisa looks around the room at the others, silently sharing her concerned with those who will meet it, before finally looking back towards her unhinged friend.
“I’m sorry Patrick, you have lost not only me, but I’m sure when I say this, I speak for everyone, you have lost us all. What are we supposed to be seeing here in this gratuitous video you have brought before us?”
Patrick rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh. “FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS SANE, CANNOT YOU SEE? CANNOT YOU SEE THE DECEIVER! HE WHO VIOLATED NOT ONLY OUR TRUST, BUT OUR VERY SENSE OF SELF! HIM!”….
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Waiting On A….. – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….“Waiting is the key to success,” he says proudly as he displays a broad smile across his lips.
“B-But shouldn’t an appointment e-ensure less waiting?” Derrick asks with a confused look upon his face.
He laughs loudly and excitedly slaps his thigh is an open hand. “KIDS!” he roars with laughter. “You all make me laugh so hard! You all think an appointment means you’ll get seen too quicker than if you walk in, but the truth of the matter is that it doesn’t matter! They judge you when you walk in the door, and then they try to break you! To them you’re just a plaything, a game, so I treat them in kind, I treat this like a game! Shit, I don’t even need this appointment today, I just love the game that much!”
“W-W-What? Y-Y-You’re honestly not here for anything i-i-important?”
“Kid, I ain’t here for a god damn thing, I don’t even have an appointment, I’m just here, waiting,” he says with a grin that stretches from ear to ear…..
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A Punishment Not Like The Other – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….“Castration, that’s the key to any foolish venture like this, not that a young one like you would know it. For you see, even back in my youth I was fortunate enough to have a teacher who wasn’t ashamed to show me their tried-and-true ways, regardless of the parental guidance climate that we found ourselves drowning in back then.” Fergie says with a wry smile across his lips. “Management and punishment were of the same ilk, and you could do anything you wished to whoever you dared, as long as you paid them for their sorrows. Now days you can’t even strip the flesh from an employee without a stack of cards falling down upon you, for their rights have become more important than one paying the bills.” he seethes through clenched teeth, while scraping matter from beneath his fingernails with a pointy six inched blade.
“FUCK YOU AND YOUR BULLSHIT EXCUSES!” Stewart bellows as he pulls against the chains that bind him to the stone wall, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth in thick, white frothy lashings.
“If I have told you once, I’ve told you a million times, your profanity is unacceptable!”….
