Tag: short stories

“SO WHAT, YOU’RE GOING TO GO OUT AND ENDANGER EVERYONE IN THIS HOUSE, JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE ANGRY AT THE GOVERNMENT? DON’T YOU REALISE HOW STUPID THAT SOUNDS?”

“T-T-That’s not what I’m saying,” he replies nervously, a sea of sweat cascading down his forehead.

“THEN TELL ME, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?”

“I can give you what you crave,” She says from across the room, and they both turn quickly to face her decomposing form as it stands in the doorway.

“Liu, you look like shit,” David says with a grimace.

Liu scoffs, “Yet I still stand here, while you keep running.”

“I’m but intrigued child. Someone of your breeding shouldn’t understand that which you have, which allows em to ask the question, why?”

“Why what?”

“Why bring yourself before me. Why have your only truth sacrifice itself while you coldly watch. Are you poised to show me more than I’m anticipating?

A kiss could do it,” a distorted disembodied voice says from somewhere in the darkness that surrounds everything else in the room.

Damien doesn’t even bother to look up. “It’s too late for you to play your hand when the game has already come to its crescendo.”

“No, it hasn’t!”

“Together we can get you back on your feet.”

“DON’T BELITTLE ME! I’M NOT IN THE MIDDLE OF ANY SORT OF EPISODE, AND THE ONLY BREAKDOWN IS THE WALLS OF REALITY! LOOK AT THE PATTERN AND THEN YOU WILL SEE!” He bellows as he scrambles from out of the shadows.

“Shit, I coughed into my armpit, I always do!”

“BULLSHIT!” He yells, his face white with panic. “YOU JUST SPRAYED MY FUCKING CHAIR LIKE IT WAS A POT PLANT!”

“Now you’re just overreacting.”

“FEEL IT!” He yells pointing at the head rest of his chair.

“Will you two stop arguing!”

She quickly spins around and grabs the glass and thrusts it into his face, shattering it into the side of his cheek. The water washes over his face, while the glass slices through his flesh, and he screams out in pain.

“I’m so sorry,” she says as she sits up.

“WHAT HAPPEN’S IF WE DON’T MAKE IT OUT?”

“That’s not going to happen, not if we follow the plan.”

“The plan is stupid! It’s got bigger holes in it than my underwear, and my nuts are hanging through them.”

“The plan is perfect, in fact the plan is absolutely gorgeous.”

“What?”

“Opioids.” He says again, and still she looks at him confused. “I smoke opioids, not weed,” he says, his arms animated with frustration.

“Shouldn’t that mean the chances of you suffering from hallucinations is considerably higher?”

He scoffs, “I’ve been taking the same cocktail for the last twelve years….”

“Are you going to try this again? You do remember what happened last time?”

“Like you, I remember every day. Like you, I am cursed to never forget. So yes, I remember the last time we did this, but the thing about memories,” she says as she moves swiftly forward….

Calvert laughs again, “That’s the yesterday I’m talking about.”

“It didn’t seem like it was the yesterday you were talking about a moment ago.”

“I’m pretty sure I know what yesterday I’ve been talking about, you on the other hand, are on an entirely different cycle of yesterday’s than me.”

“This is what you get for being a waste of space!” She hisses, grabbing him by the ears and delivering another mind-numbing head-butt that sends them both out of their bodies momentarily.

“H-H-Had you just conformed, played the lover as requested, neither of us would be sitting here, like this!”

”I grew tired of your petty bullshit when we were growing up, and I have no time to deal with it now. So either finish what you have started on this night, or I will.” Damien hisses through bloody teeth, and Sebastian’s smile grows in size.

“Tonight isn’t the start!”

“It must come to an end honey, the before time is over, and the great haul has kept us in toilet tissues for many months. But that time is over when the tissues go. You must forge a new destiny. You must take the tissues from those who have it.”

Stevie smiles wryly, “That’s the game rubbing off, it always does. No matter how perfect you think you are. No matter how righteous your fight is. The game corrupts many a good man to be his weapon, you are just it’s latest pawn, designed to take someone else’s.”

Harry scoffs.

She stares at him intensely for some moments. “What’ll happen if I touch it?” She asks as she lets him go.

“I don’t know, all she said was dire things would happen, things that no self-minded individual would want to happen.”

“What sort of answer is that supposed to be?”

He doesn’t get to finish as Billy spins around and thrust the knifes blade into Stan’s gut.

“QUIT TELLING ME WHAT TO DO STAN! MY THUNDERBIRD’S THE FASTEST! MY HAIRS THE SHINIEST, AND I’M THE SINGER OF THE BAND, SO I’M THE ONE WHO MAKES ALL THE GOD DAMN RULES!”

“Clementine’s Quandary refers to a case several years back where a serial killer suffered a head injury during a bungled arrest, the head injury caused sufficient damage to the suspected killers brain that he lost all the memories that would’ve put him behind bars for the rest of his life. ”

Her smile quickly disappears, her brow furrows and she frowns sternly. “There is little I can do for you that you have not already done for yourself. Had you heeded my warnings. Had you chosen to follow my lead, there would be no need for this pathetic act of self-flagellation.”