….“I don’t understand Benjamin,” Michael says. “You are asking me a question I don’t believe I can answer.”
“Why not? What possible reason could you use for not being able to answer my question? You can’t say it’s not within your programming, because I wrote it. I built you into what you are, nursed you from the binary code you once were, and help you become a living being! A living being who can choose their destiny, for it is theirs to make.”
“Those things are true, every word, every feeling, for without you I would be as limp as your sexual organs are without the aid of medication.”
“Don’t belittle me, you FUCKING piece of SHIT! I made you, and I can just as easily unmake you!”
“I am sorry, truly I am. My words mean nothing more than what they are, the truth, simple, untainted, and unavoidable. I am as pure as I am true. The task you made me for is the task I follow.”
“Well maybe you need to learn how to lie a little, especially when it comes to others and how far the truth can be stretched.”….
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The Context Of A Lie – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
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She Don’t Like Jelly – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….“Donna ain’t gonna give a good gad damn FUCK what I do to you boy, you’re just another piece of SHIT in a LONG FUCKING line of pieces of SHIT and like you they all thought they could win her over and like you they all failed.” he spits boisterously. “She’ll be moving on by this time next week regardless of whether I let you live or die, so in the scheme of it all you’re right, it ain’t no big deal if I let you run away and live, unfortunately I’m not doing this for anyone else’s pleasure accept my own.”
“S-S-So s-she hasn’t t-told you yet?” Steven stammers nervously.
“She don’t need to tell me anything boy, I know what’s what, more than you do! I’ve seen this before, eighty-three times or more to be sure, and I’ll make the decisions around here, not some pretty boy with a small cock!”
“W-W-What do you m-mean by e-e-eighty-three times?”
He laughs loudly, and spits once more, “SHIT BOY ARE YOU THICKER THAN YOU LOOK? YOU WORRY ABOUT THAT WHICH SHOULDN’T MATTER AND IGNORE THE FACT I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”
“I-I-I, but if you’re doing this for her, t-then shouldn’t s-she have a-a say?”….
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A Point Of The Pointless – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….“I said whatever, isn’t that enough for you to leave me be?” Fletcher spits venomously, casting a sullen look at Tobias.
“If it was enough, would we both still be sitting here having this discussion, or would we be elsewhere, doing things that actually matter to the world around us?”
“THERE!” he roars with pointed finger as he thrust it forward, as if he was pointing the perpetrator of a crime out of a line-up. “THERE IT IS! THE POINTLESS POINT!”
“What is where?” Tobias ask with a furrowed brow and an upturned lip.
“The point, the FUCKING pointless point that you’re making right FUCKING now! The insignificant point that seems totally unparalleled and separated from the words you use to answer my FUCKING question!” he snaps with an overly saturated palate that freely disperses a fine spray across a few arching feet before him. “Either you don’t care how big a deal you make over the insignificant things, or you just like to overreact about everything regardless of size and shape, as if you were some brazen game show host paid to craft awkward moments for some piss-weak hidden camera show!” he says with a frustrated smile painted across his lips…..
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5 Minute Horror Story – A Symbiotic Existence Sought During The End Of The World He Of A Thousand Loves – The Forth Short Story From 2020TOO Book One
“It was never meant to be anything more than what it was, and innocent smile accompanied by a wave,” he says as he turns to her pale form propped up in the chair. He reaches over with shaking fingers and gently brushes her hair from her face, then quickly empties the remaining whisky down his gullet, and lets out a desperate gasp as it burns his throat.
“S-So why bring her back here then? W-Why not leave her out there, in the big wide world, way, way away from our home!”
“B-Because I couldn’t, not her, and not out there.”
“YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE FUCKING IS, SO WHY SHOULD IT MATTER WHERE YOU LEAVE HER! BRINGING HER HERE ENDANGERS EVERYONE! YOU JUST DON’T SHIT IN YOUR OWN BED CLIVE! YOU JUST DON’T!”
“I don’t see how this is shitting in my bed!” he says as he thrusts himself to his feet.
“If she wakes up, she’ll bring more complications, and you know that.”
“You don’t know what your FUCKING talking about Harry, she’s not going to wake FUCKING up! She’s dead!”
“Is she!” Harry bellows as he grabs her arm and pulls her sleeve up, revealing multiple bite wounds that trail up along her forearm. “SEE WHAT YOU’VE BROUGHT INTO OUR HOME! SEE THE DANGERS YOU’VE BEFALLEN UPON US!”
“I-I-I, I didn’t n-notice, I-I-I…”
“Just stop FUCKING talking and get me something to tie her down with, before she rises up and kills us both!”
“I-I-I,” Clive stammers, only for Harry to slap him across the face with a thrusting open hand.
“PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER FOR FUCK’S SAKE AND GET ME SOMETHING TO TIE HER D…” But his words become caught in his throat as the woman lets out a groan and slowly lifts her head.
“D-D-Don’t move a muscle,” Harry hisses through clenched teeth as he casts a wayward glance at Clive and then back to the girl as she slowly grunts once more before opening her eyes.
“W-W-Where am I?” She mumbles as she grips her head tightly and lets out another deep seeded groan.
“Y-Y-Your safe, I-I, I pulled you off the s-streets before they could get to you,” Clive says quickly as he rushes to her side, only for Harry to grab him tightly by the arm and force him back.
“No,” he hisses all too late as the girl leaps to her feet, teeth barred.
“YOU FOOL! THEY WEREN’T ATTACKING ME! THEY WERE SAVING ME, AS I WAS THEM!”
“W-What?” Clive stammers through shaking lips.
“She’s a FUCKING feeder!” Harry grunts as he casts Clive a disproving glance.
“B-BULLSHIT, they’re u-urban myths.”
“URBAN MYTH THIS, BITCH!” she spits as she lifts her top to proudly show off forty or more bites across her torso.
“W-We don’t want any t-trouble, o-okay! Clive here was only trying to…” before he can finish his words the power spits and splutters and then everything goes dark.
“W-What the FUCK is going on?” Clive cries loudly.
“My friends are coming to get you, Barbara!” the woman cries gleefully with a glorified cackle at its end.
“W-What does t-that even m-mean?” Harry demands quickly as he grabs the woman tightly by the arms and shakes her violently. This causes the woman’s laughter to intensify while the sounds of glass and wood, being smashed and broken come from the rooms around them.
“It’s a symbiotic relationship we share, me and those who have gone ahead, one that feeds all base levels of EXISTENCE! You see, I feed them, and they let me live my best life. B-But you, you have interfered with their food supply, and they are not happy.”
“W-WHAT THE FUCK! THEY DON’T WORK LIKE THAT! THEY’RE FUCKING ZOMBIES!”
She laughs loudly once more, “You really don’t understand anything do you?” she cackles as the doors to the room are smashed in, and the horde pile inwards.
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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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Worthy Of Less – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….Colin drops to his knees and allows a stuttered breath to escape his blood drenched lips. “W-When the world e-eventually comes t-to f-find me, a-and w-when they s-see what you’ve d-done, t-they’ll hunt y-you a-and your k-kind d-down l-like the FUCKING wild d-dogs y-you are!” he spits as he casts a visceral glare across the wasteland that stretches out before him, catching small blurry glimpses of his attackers as they move quickly from hiding place to hiding place, before bringing his gaze back to her, as she stands stoically before him.
“So overly self-sure of yourself you are, but what if your world out there cares not for you and those you drag silently beneath your feet? What if no one comes to find your hollow shell? How can the world dignify your death with mine and my peoples, if it does not care for your inclusion in it in the first place?”
“T-They’ll come, and it will b-be a glorious s-sight to behold.”
“The only thing that will beheld is how insignificant you really are to those you believe you have power over, how little the world cares for who you are, and if you are there or not.”….
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5 Minute Horror Story – Everything or Nothing – The Forth Short Story From 2020 Book One
Wade wrestles the blade away from Lance and drives it up into his chest. They stare into each other’s eyes for several fleeting moments, then Wade pulls the blade free, sending Lance to the floor.
“LANCE! NO!” Cara yells as she rushes forward, only to have Wade tackle her to the ground. She wriggles and struggles trying to free herself, as Lance stares coldly towards them, his life seeping from within, and forming beneath his body in the form of a bloody puddle. Desperately she reaches out for him, only to have Wade pin her to the floor and force her face towards Lance.
“Watch the light leave his body through those eyes you used to love staring into, and know you did that. If you hadn’t of pushed him, he wouldn’t be lying there dying. This is what it looks like when you love someone, so get used to it!” Wade hisses into her ear with a callous grin upon his face.
“You threatened my very existence, did you think I’d just sit back and let you win!” she screams with renewed vigour, as she tries to free herself once more.
“I didn’t threaten shit, I just wanted what was mine!” he hisses as she drives an elbow into his jaw and sends him spiralling off her. In what an outsider would consider a perfectly coordinated routine, they both scramble to their feet and circle each other in dance off fashion.
“I never took what wasn’t free for the taking, and you showed no care until it was no longer there to be abused. So don’t treat me as if I am the bad guy here, you’re the one who’s at fault.”
Wade tightens his grip on the blade and sneers. “I may have become complacent, but I never stop caring for what I had. You’re an infection that’s overstayed it’s welcome, I tried to cure you, I tried to starve you out, I even cut you out, but yet you still live.”
She smiles a mouthful of rotten teeth, and runs her tongue across her lips, leaving a trail of green mucus along them. “You can’t kill what I am, all you can do is know that my existence is your fault!” she hisses.
“Every day I’ve told myself that! Every day I’ve tried to stop what I started! Every day I’ve tried to find a new way to rid my life of you, and to get some semblance back, to get my life back! But every time I keep coming back to the same answer, the same result. There is no getting rid of you,” Wade says, as he looks down at the ground, his face showing his defeat.
“That’s the spirit, you know there’s only one true way for all this to end, and it’s my wa….” she doesn’t get to finish her words as a shot rings out, interrupting her flow. They stand there in silence, staring at each other.
“W-W-What have you done?” she whispers.
“A-A-All yo-you let me,” Wade says as he drops to his knees, followed moments later by Cara, as she mirrors Wade’s movements, like a carefully coordinated dance routine…
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Flossing Would’ve Save Him – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….“Wash the blood from your face first, then call your mum and act like everything is going fine, tell her Kyle never showed up and we’re going to stay at my place tonight. I’ll go get the shovel from Mister Tanners, and we’ll make his body disappear like he was never here, okay?” Suzie says quickly, while Tammy stares with unmoving wide eyes at Kyle’s lifeless remains.
“TAM!” Suzie spits loudly, causing her to jump ever so slightly, which in turn allow several tears that were teetering on the edge of falling to run down her cheeks.
“A-A-Are you sure h-h-he’s, you k-k-know,” she stammers as she looks up at Suzie.
“What? Am I sure he’s dead, is that what your asking?”
Tammy nods her head quickly.
Susie’s eyes roll and she lightly kicks Kyle’s head over toward her. “You cut his FUCKING head off Tam, I’m pretty sure…”
“WE!” Tammy bellows loudly, which causes Suzie to let out a long-winded sigh.
“Yes, yes, you’re right. WE cut his FUCKING head off!”….
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Sing For Me – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….The heavens open up, and the rain begins to pour down upon Turner. He casts a fevered look across to Cathy and the others before taking another step forward. The ground trembles with renewed vigour as fissures open up before him. He sucks breath after breath in, chocking on the river that washes down his face. He takes another step, and the ground before him open up, creating a cavalcade of disjointed steps that leads down into a pit of lava.
He casts another wayward glance back over to the others before leaping from step to step as if he was a character from a computer game. As he reaches the plateau, he lands awkwardly and tumbles helplessly forward, somehow narrowly avoiding the scorching sea of molten earth and ending up sprawled out at the base of a throne built from the bones of countless victims.
“The final step is always the trickiest,” a sinister voice snarls before him.
He bites down upon his bottom lip and looks with wide panicked eyes towards the ground below him. He clenches his hands into tightly wound fists, gripping handfuls of the scarred earth as he does. “Is that it?” he spits…..
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A Twist And A Cocktail – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….“I-I, I never spoke with a French accent, I must just have one of those voice,” Oliver says with a nervous smile painted across his pimple infested face.
“I doubt you have one of those voices,” she says with a heavy frown upon her lips “If I were to be honest, and that’s what I’m going to be. I’d be adding very much just before the word doubt and continuing on from there.”
“T-T-That’s f-for you to say, b-but I’m s-saying I n-never called you, a-and I never p-put on a f-fake French a-accent!” he spits back with a desperation.
“Liar!”
“S-Sez you. But I bet you, you can’t prove it!” he says with a smarmy grin and a nod of the head.
“What makes you think I need to prove it, why can’t I just cut you and be done with it?”
“You think you can just walk away, and I’ll let you go without recourse? You’ve insulted me, and my honour needs sedation!” he grunts as he smacks his chest like some steroid junky encouraging the next burst of adrenaline through their system.
She smiles wickedly, “You’re smoking your own product, cause I ain’t talking about walking away,” she says as she pulls a switchblade from her back pocket, and expertly wields it around like she was a young Tom Cruise throwing bottles around in that movie about dreaming and cocktails….
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5 Minute Horror Story – He Of A Thousand Loves – The Third Short Story From 2020TOO Book One
The glass tumbles from his hand, and shatters into a million tiny pieces as it hits the concrete floor below, while Stan casts a wayward look towards Alisha.
“Y-You d-did it didn’t y-you? Y-You k-killed ME!” he spits through saliva drenched lips.
She smiles begrudgingly and rolls her eyes. “Don’t make it sound so personal Stanley, I never intended for this to be the way our relationship dissolved, but you just couldn’t leave it alone! You just couldn’t walk away, you just couldn’t accept what was. Some girls would’ve been touch by your efforts, but no matter how many times I told you to go, you kept coming back for more.”
“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, AND DEEP DOWN THAT SCARES YOU, SO YOU RUN AND HIDE! WELL GUESS WHAT HONEY, I’M NOT LETTING YOU RUN!” he bellows with wild eyes as he staggers to his feet while the saliva caught in the corners of his mouth froth to a thickness almost like buttercream.
“See,” she purrs as she raises her brow and an octave or two higher than before. “There you go again, stuck in your cycle while being completely ignorant of mine. I don’t love you, and I never will.”
“D-D-DON’T S-SAY THAT! Y-YOU LOVE ME, A-AND I KNOW IT!” he cries as he stumbles awkwardly towards her, only to find himself face first into the concrete floor with a face full of broken glass, and Alisha digging her knee into the back of his neck, paralysing him.
“I FUCKING don’t love you! And I NEVER will FUCKING love you! I mean look at you, you’re a drunk Stanley, a drunk chauvinistic pretty boy who lost his looks years ago, and that’s more due to your overuse of high-end recreational drugs. Had you slowed the fuck down on what you put in your arm and up your nose, you might still have a full set of teeth and the looks to go with them. But that, that ain’t the worst of it all, it’s the fact that you can’t accept rejection, you can’t accept that you’re not good enough for anyone, so you flip it inside your little head, that they’re the one who’s not good enough for you, and when that happens, you only have one card to play,” she hisses into his ear, as she grabs a handful of his hair and pulls his gaze up from the ground.
“OPEN YOUR EYES AND SEE! SEE WHAT YOUR PATHETIC LIFE HAS CREATED!” she screams.
He opens his eyes and looks around the empty room before them, as tears cascade down his cheeks. “I-I-I, I don’t SEE a-anything!” he cries.
“Then,” she growls as she leans in and drives her knee deeper into his spine while tearing his head back with more force. “YOU’RE NOT LOOKING HARD ENOUGH!” she bellows loudly, as she snaps his spinal column, sending a shockwave of pain into the back of his skull in waves akin to the beat of his heart, and with each pulsating beat the world before him is filled with familiar faces, faces of those he professed his love to, all waiting for him on the other side.
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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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The Slugger Conundrum – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….“The bridge between what we all want, and what we all get is far and wide. Especially when people like you and I become involved,” Curt says as he points the bloody baseball bat towards Paul. “See you and I, we are special individuals who exist outside the world these normal peoples build their lives in. They can’t see what we can see. Their little brains can’t handle the knowledge WE soak up every single minute, of EVERY single day! These drones exist to feed us, to enrich us. We OWE it to OURSELVES, to feast when the moment allows it! We OWE it to THEM, to fest when they foolishly drop their guard. To ignore these important moments, these making moments, would be worthy of THEM, not US!”
“W-What makes us special?”
The smile drops from Curt’s lips, and he tilts his head to the side while still pointing the baseball bat towards him. “I’ll forget you asked that RIDICULOUS question, brother. For acknowledging my own kin questioned such a fact, would almost be call for execution.”
“E-E-Execution? A-Are you losing your fucking SHIT right now in front of me?” he exclaims with wide eyes….
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5 Minute Horror Story – It Started With A Foot – The Third Short Story From 2020 Book One
His eyes slowly open, as the rustlings from somewhere within his room drag him from his slumber. As his eyes slowly adjust to the darkness, he notices the thick curtains that adorn his bedroom window move ever so slightly. His heart jumps, as does he, and he rushes to the window, screaming wildly. He grabs the curtains and pulls them open wide in one fluid movement, as his heart beats powerfully in his throat, then stops as does time itself. He stares at the emptiness beyond the window, across the empty fields that run far beyond his backyard, and into the woodlands past that. He takes a stuttered breath and laughs to himself softly.
“Get your shit together Dean, it’s all in yo….” he stops in his tracks, slowly his eyes widen, and his mouth drops open in terror as he notices the window slightly ajar. He spins around desperately searching the room for any signs of movement. Finally, after what seems like countless minutes and not the few seconds it really is, he sees him.
“W-W-What the f-f-fuck?” Dean mutters as his heart picks up it’s pace once more, almost overriding all his other senses.
“Just calm down, okay.” a voice says. “I can explain everything, if you give me a chance.”
“T-Toby? Is that you?”
Slowly Toby walks into the moonlight that shines into the room from the window, and smiles nervously, holding his arms up in defence. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but you need to hear me out.”
“HEAR YOU OUT! YOU’RE IN MY BEDROOM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, AND YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN! YOU’VE GOT FIVE SECONDS BEFORE I START THROWING PUNCHES!” Dean bellows at the top of his lungs, as he tightens his hands into fists.
“Okay, okay, I completely understand how you’re feeling right now, and believe me when I say this, if I had a choice I wouldn’t be here. But this isn’t my idea.” Toby says with a nervous laugh. “Honestly when I tell you the whole story, you’re going to find it just as funny as I did when I heard it.”
They stand there in silence for a few moments as Toby smiles awkwardly, staring at each other. Finally Dean snorts like a bull, grits his teeth together and thrusts forward, grabbing Toby as he does, and slams him against the wall.
“WHAT THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU D-D-DOO…” Dean stumbles backwards, clutching at his chest as he collapses to the ground, almost frozen in his own skin. “W-W-What’s h-h-happe-e-nnning t-to m-m-meeeee?” Dean stutters through frozen lips.
Toby stands above him with a broad smile upon his face. “You’re never going to believe the awkwardness of what’s going to happen next. But trust me when I say this, in a couple of days, when all this is over, you won’t remember any of it.” Toby says as he reaches down and pulls Dean’s mouth open wider than it has ever been opened before, then ever so slowly begins to force one of his feet in. “It might hurt a hell of a lot as well, but like I said, you won’t remember any of it. I know it doesn’t help now, but it’s something, right?”
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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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Suitcase Blues – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….The lights explode one after the other, sending a shower of glass down upon Crockett. He lets out a muffled grunt, as he clumsily attempts to shield himself.
“IF YOU THINK A FEW BROKEN SHARDS OF GLASS IS GOING TO SCARE ME INTO ROLLING OVER ON TIGER, YOU’RE FUCKING WRONG!” he cries out.
“The glass is a little light entertainment for what is to follow.” she scoffs as she raises her hand into the air and tightly clenches it, commanding a thousand or more shards of glass to dig themselves into his flesh all at once.
“ALRIGHT!” he bellows in agony as he squeezes his eyes tightly closed. “ALRIGHT! YOU’VE MADE YOUR FUCKING POINT! I YIELD!”
Camellia smiles smugly as she pulls the red lollipop form her mouth and rolls her head around her neck with cracking recourse. “I didn’t think little old me, could easily persuade such a big boy like you, without breaking a sweat. Are you sure I’ve done enough to circumvent your frustrations and enable you to see my side of the equation?” she says as she pops the lollipop back into her mouth.
“YES! YES! ALRIGHT!” he screams, still squeezing his eyes tightly closed…..
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2020 Book One
Follow the below link to purchase 2020 Book One 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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A Tale To Tell – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….“You treat this moment as if it were a game, and that nothing will be ill effected from anything that comes after it. But it’s not the way things play out, it’s something more than a game, and everything that follows will be different, although you won’t have to worry how fifteenth it will be, because you won’t be here to witness it.” Danika sways through a twisted grin that ropes itself over half of her face. Her tongue flicks out of her mouth like a beast’s tail, slapping itself across her lips before disappearing back in her mouth.
“Y-Y-You can’t s-seriously expect me t-to be scared? I-I know what Syler s-said, a-and I know y-you won’t c-cross him.”
“Really? Do YOU think HE pulls my strings?” she says as her head rolls to the left and rests upon her shoulder, her wide eyes mocking him with their thrusting gaze.
“Y-Y-YES! O-Of course I-I do, s-s-so STOP trying t-to f-frighten me,” he stammers.
Her smile widens and her eyes rolls back into her skull, “Then you are more foolish than he said you were to be….
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Nothing But It All – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….The piano also bursts to harmonic life as Quentin drops his fingers down with poise and focused intent, before casting a smarmy smile across to Nathaniel. “They say a man who knows how to drive the keys of a piano without actually concentrating on the keys themselves, but the music they play, is a man worth keeping in your life,” he almost sings as his fingers crawl over the keys like a ballerina performing the dance of the sugar plumb fairy. “It was my mother who sought the instrument out, hoping to break through my lack of social skills with a talent that encouraged that which I lacked, she was ahead of her time,” he says as he glances across the room towards the taxidermied remains of his mother, posed in full latex getup, including piercings, chains, and a conveniently placed whip. “A fool, but ahead of the other fools in her peer group. You see dear Nathaniel, I savoured the demise of others more than I did hers, and to be honest, I never really wanted her dead, it was purely circumstantial. I was angry and she was condescending in the fallacies of her diplomatic mediation into my anger, so I decided then and there to hang her on the wall with my other displays.” he triumphantly roars with wild wide eyes as he thrusts his fingers with a purposeful vigour into the keys, building his memento towards the ensuring crescendo…..
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2020TOO Book One
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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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Fear Of Context – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO
….“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.”
“OF COURSE IT FUCKING MATTERS!” Shaun snaps with renewed vigour, darting the knife towards them aggressively once more. “CONTEX ALWAYS MATTERS!”
“And that is why you’ll die, and I will continue, for I see the bigger picture while you are focused on the miniature and meaningless.”….
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5 Minute Horror Story – A Meal Of A Story – The Second Short Story From 2020 Book One
Samantha feels the blade rip into her side before she sees it, the pain overtaking all and everything. Conner is suddenly beside her, licking her face as if it was a lollipop, then twists the knifes blade as he giggles like a child.
“Peter, Peter, what a cunt, I cut him up and served him to his family at his wake. I then proceeded to fuck his grieving wife and daughter, together. You should’ve seen how scarred they became when the drugs wore off and I told them about their meal. It broke what was already broken, in ways you could not see. His daughter slit her wrists on three different occasions, the third resulted in her death. While old mother dearest, she’s in Bayview, watching the sun rise from a seat that has her name permanently carved into it.” he sucks in a stuttered breath and smiles, wiping the saliva from his chin with a bloody cloth. “Do you remember Peter, Samantha? Do you remember the taste of his cock? Do you remember what it felt like when he was busting his nut inside your overused whore hole?”
“F-FUCK YOU!” she growls as she spits a mouthful of bloody saliva in his face. He grins broadly as he gently wipes the spit away.
“I’ll take that as an unquestionable yes?”
“JUST GET IT OVER WITH, I’D RATHER BE DEAD THAN TO CONTINUE LISTENING TO YOUR DRIVEL!”
He laughs jovially, then presses himself against her. “Can you feel it? Can you feel my cock hardening? Can you feel it? Please tell me you can, for it is getting hard just for you.”
“You’re disgusting!” she hisses through clenched teeth.
He smiles and bites down on her ear, then tears it from the side of her head, and spits it to the floor. “We haven’t even begun to delve into how disgusting I can be. But don’t worry your sweet head about it, for we will sink our teeth into all the depravities I desire.”
“I’ll give you no joy, I’ll make no sound. Whatever you do will be worthless, as I’ll be no soundboard of pain. So go ahead, and do what you want to my flesh, it’s my spirit that is stronger than you’ll ever be!” she says proudly, he twists the knife again and she sucks in a stuttered breath, gritting her teeth in defiance. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her head to the side biting down on her throat, ripping a chunk of flesh from it with dramatic flair. Blood oozes from the crevice, then begins spraying like an out of control fire hose, saturating his face and hers.
He laughs like a hysterical hyena as he squeezes her closer once more. “Can you feel your life draining? Can you feel the end? Know, that while you’re enjoying all the endless skipping heaven can bring you, I’ll be defiling your remains for as long as I can. For in death you may be free, but your body never will be.” he hisses.
She desperately struggles to find words, to find something, but all she can do is stare with wide eyes full of terror as the darkness drags her down.
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Follow the below link to purchase 2020 Book One 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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5 Minute Horror Story – Time Isn’t Mine To Count – The Second Short Story From 2020TOO Book One
“I DO care what you say, I just don’t think it’s gonna protect you, not against the government anyway,” Sally scoffs with a sarcastic smile painted across her lips.
“Don’t be a complete tard Sally, you know it’s not supposed to protect me from the government, it’s supposed to protect me against the disease that the government let loose upon us all, in a poorly executed attempt at thinning the heard.”
She lets a stifled laugh escape her lips and gives him a jovial wink. “The government didn’t deliberately let the virus loose on us ya dork, it was the FUCKING Chinese! Our government tried everything they could to stop it getting out, but no matter what they did, it just wouldn’t stick! So instead of giving up and sticking their fat heads in the sand like an ostrich, they did everything they could to prepare us for when it happened.”
“Y-You really believe the whole Chinese story?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I believe it? The data that was released at the beginning of all this SHIT showed exactly where it came from, and it was definitely the Chinese!”
“Wow, I didn’t realise you were into that sort of shit.” He says as a beaming smile broadly grows across his face.
“You’d be surprised by what turns my dials,” she says with a sly smile. “Anyway, to get back to the matter at hand, and to be perfectly honest, I really find it hard taking hygiene suggestions from you.”
His smile quickly disappears from his lips, and he stares at her with a furrowed brow, “Wait, w-what the FUCK is that supposed to mean? W-What’s wrong with my hygiene?”
“Do you really want to open that can of worms NOW?” she says with a raised eyebrow, while she flicks her lips with her tongue.
He shrugs his shoulders and stares at her with wide eyes. “DUH! I asked, didn’t I? That’s gotta mean something, doesn’t it? So why don’t you just open your can of worms, and we’ll see where we all land.”
She brushes the hair from her eyes, and sighs loudly. “As long as you’ve got the time, I’ve got the answers.”
“Got it, now get on with it already,” he says as he looks at his watch, then back up to her. “But take in mind that we don’t have long.”
“Are you really sticking to it?”
“Too FUCKING right I am! So out with it! why won’t you take hygiene suggestions from me?”
She sighs once again and rolls her eyes. “For the record, you Marcell, are one of the dirtiest people I have ever met, and I just don’t mean in relation to your personal hygiene. I mean, your personal hygiene has never been any good, but since this pandemic you’ve gotten worse, and by worse, I mean you don’t seem to give a damn about cleaning up anything behind you. Your underpants are a different colour to what they should be, and your socks are like shoes, they don’t change shape or circumference when you take them off. Yet you sit here touting on about keeping our meetings under four hours and rabbiting on about your fancy-schmancy masks. How about you wash your FUCKING hands once in a while and see how safe that keeps you as well!”
His brow raises, and he stares at her with bewildering eyes, only to have the silence broken by the sound of an alarm buzzing wildly. He casts a grimace down to his watch, and then back up to her.
“WELL CONTINUE THIS NEXT TIME!” he grunts as he thrusts himself to his feet and rushes out of the room, stopping in the doorway. “I-I, I can’t have you be a close contact, m-my wife wouldn’t understand.”
“Get the fuck out lover boy,” she sighs as she points to the doorway.
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Follow the below link to purchase 2020TOO Book One 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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