Tag: shorts

“That’s what I mean Damon, you can’t be trusted.” she says with a evil grin upon her face. “I didn’t realise it was a negative.” “You wouldn’t, your kind never do.” “My kind? Are you shoehorning me into a category?” “If I could, I’d shove you in something far finer!”

The blade digs into the flesh, tearing at it like a newborn baby does its mothers teats. He lets out a gargled cry for help, while he helplessly stares into her glee filled eyes. “W-W-Why?” he stammers. “Sometimes there is no way lover, sometimes it is just what it is.”

“So you tell me that now, when we have grow close. Why couldn’t you have said something earlier, like real early. Before I…” “Before you what?” he asks with a bemused smile upon his face. “Before I actually started to like you!” He laughs softly, “So you do like me!”

They stand staring out of the doorway, mesmerised at the nothingness that quietly sits before then. “Do you think it’s true? Do you think what it said holds even half a truth?” He snarls, bering his teeth like a rabid animal. “If you don’t want to answer the question, don’t!”

“It’s a frost you fool, nothing more, nothing less. Had you looked over the itinerary before hand, you would’ve know that then, not now.” he growls through gritted teeth. “To do that, I’d have to know what was happening before hand, instead on the fly?” “You’d say anything, wouldn’t you!”

He places a hand on top of Sandra’s and squeezes. “How’re you holding up honey?” She nods her head, and smiles softly. “I’m doing okay Papa Joe, how’re you doing with it all?” He shrugs and curls his shaking lips.”Me, I’m looking to kill me some piece of shit traitor!”

He bites blindly down upon his fingernail until it is drenched in a sea of red, then hisses with pain before moving onto the next finger, repeating the process again. “Can I try some?” a voice asks. He stops and turns to face an older gentleman sitting next to him.

The car comes to a sudden stop, and Catherine takes several deep breaths, before casting a nervous glance towards the passenger seat. Simone stares back at her with empty eyes, void of life. “S-S-Simone?” she stammers, as she slowly reaches out towards her. “I’m FUCKING dead, I ain’t gonna bite!”

“Last time we saw something like this it was a darker shade of red, not this bright fucking neon shit they’re trying to feed us now!” Morris grumbles as he upends the bowl onto the floor and casts a vicious glance up at Silas. “You don’t fucking eat, you starve!”

“I envisioned more of a slope, to give it more of an uplifting feeling near the end as it came away from the rest of it all,” he says, as he gestures this way and that way, like a children’s cartoon character. “So, why’d it end up looking shithouse then?”