Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Tag: wickeness

  • 5 Minute Twisted Story – Halfway Between A Shade Of Dead – A Short Story From The Upcoming A Twisted Halloween 2023

    5 Minute Twisted Story – Halfway Between A Shade Of Dead – A Short Story From The Upcoming A Twisted Halloween 2023

    Kenneth places the bloody scalpel onto the table with a trembling hand and cast a fevered glance over to Cathy as she stands watching him with wide terrified eyes.

    “I-I-It, it’ll be over in a-a-a moment m-m-my love,” he stammers through shaking lips, as he turns his attention back to the large incision he had just sliced across his stomach. “J-J-Jeffery dared m-me to be t-the weaker m-man, but I d-d-dare say he w-was wrong.” he scoffs as he reaches into the opening with both hands, and slowly beings to pull his intestines free, dropping them to the floor before him. Cathy lets out a gasp of horror, and he looks up to her with a dim-witted smile upon his pasty face.

    “H-H-H-Hush n-now honey, I-I-I, I’m almost there.” he mummers as he pulls his stomach free his flesh, along with more intestine, and laughs haphazardly as he gently sways from side-to-side, then casts a smug glance over to the broadly smiling Jeffery.

    “I-I-I, I told y-y-you I was n-n-no c-c-coward.”

    “NO YOU ARE NOT!” Jeffery bellows proudly as he dances over to where Kenneth stands, coming to a stop a few feet from him, and holds a microphone to his mouth. “But, can you say the words, and complete the task before the hourglass runs out,” Jeffery says as he looks quickly over to a large hourglass that sits proudly next to Cathy, and the back to Kenneth, thrusting the microphone in his face.

    “I-I-I,” Kenneth stammers as he looks wearily over to the petrified Cathy. “I-I-I, I think I s-s-still c-c-can J-Jeff, I-I-I, I think I can d-d-do it.”

    “It’s Jeffery, Kenneth,” he corrects as he takes a step back, and looks sternly over to him. “That mistake has just cost you valuable seconds.”

    Kenneth looks up at Jeffery, his face wrought with confusion. “I-I-I, I’m s-s-sorry, I-I, I didn’t mean t-t-to call y-y-you J-J…”

    Jeffery takes another step back, and a frown now adorns his lips. “I’m afraid one more mistake Kenneth, and the game will be lost. Play your next hand wisely, or there will be no hope for you, or your lovely bride,” Jeffery says with his brow buried deep in his forehead.

    “I-I-I,” Kenneth stammers through trembling lips. He looks over to the inconsolable Cathy, as tears stream down her face, and awkwardly reaches out towards her with a twitching hand. “C-C-Cathy, I-I’m s-s-sorry,” he mumbles before dropping to the ground in a silent heap.

    Jeffery’s head drops and he clutches the microphone to his chest. “What a pity, Kenneth was so close to winning everything.” he says as all the lights go out, save for the one that lights up Jeffery. He then looks up into the camera with a broad grin upon his lips. “But greed, as always, shrouds the reality of the human condition. YES, he faced his fear of heights like a SUPERSTAR. YES, he swam with man eating sharks and SURVIVED! And YES, he cracked codes that even DaVinci himself would have trouble deciphering. But, just like Kenneth, we can achieve what seems impossible at times, it’s only when our eyes are truly open do we face the true face of what is impossible, and that face is truly impossible. Tonight, Kenneth Orland found that out, for in the end, what he couldn’t beat, what he couldn’t avoid, is that when you remove your stomach, about 6 meters of intestines and 4 litres of blood, you will unfortunately not survive.” The light spring back to life, and Jeffery turns to the trembling Cathy, and lets out a disheartened sigh.

    “N-N-N-NO!” she yells. “P-P-P-PLEASE, NO! NO! L-L-LET ME G-G-GO! I-I-I-I’LL DO ANYTHING! P-P-PLEASE!”

    He raises an eyebrow as he looks to the camera and smiles, “Sorry Cathy, but rules are rules, and who am I to challenge that? Maybe next time, it could be YOU!” he says as he points to the camera while a blade swings out from the wall, and cuts Cathy’s head from her shoulders.

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  • 5 Minute Twisted Story – A Bath Break – A Short Story From The Upcoming A Twisted Halloween 2023

    5 Minute Twisted Story – A Bath Break – A Short Story From The Upcoming A Twisted Halloween 2023

    The water lapped his sides gently like the loving kisses of a mother to her child. He lets a stuttered sigh loudly escape his lips as he leans back against the enamel coating of the bath, followed by a hiss of pain as the coldness of the tub’s flesh cuts into his back as if it were the scolding hot flames of a fire, licking his flesh. After several long moments he finally allows a smile to worm its way across his lips as he lets himself slide deep into the bath’s waters while his eyes gently flicker shut.

    A deathly scream startles him back into the world of awareness and he shoots up to attention, his eyes wide open and ready. The first breath that tries to escape his lungs as he takes in his surroundings finds itself caught in his throat while his petrified eyes nervously take in the dark dank world that now surrounds him. His lips quiver uncontrollably as tears gently cascade down his cheeks, and his grip tightens around the bathtub’s edges as he sees a large figure move in the darkness. Soon a pair of enormous yellow eyes meet his.

    “W-W-W-What t-the F-FUCK!” he stammers, as the shape sits and watches him in silence for what seems like several long eons before it leaps forward and grips the coated shell of the bath with clawed fingers, sending splinters of enamel into the blood red liquid he now sits in. Another breath finds itself stolen in his chest as his eyes draw back wider.

    “P-P-P-Please,” he whimpers, while the beast growls deeply.

    “Please what, and please why?” it purrs.

    “I-I-I, I don’t know a-a-anything, I-I-I, I never saw a…”

    “Why do you think I care what you saw?”

    “T-T-That’s why y-y-you’re here, isn’t it. Y-Y-Y-You’re here b-b-because of J-J-Johnny?” he stammers nervously, as a sea of sweat cascades down his brow.

    “What happened to Johnny?”

    “H-H-He w-w-was murdered.”

    “Were you the one who killed him?”

    “N-N-No,” he stutters. “I-I-I, I d-d-didn’t k-k-kill him”

    “Then why am I here?”

    “I-I-I, I DON’T KNOW!” he cries.

    “Are you sure?”

    “I-I-I, I FUCKING TOLD YOU I DIDN’T KILL HIM! I-I-I, I TOLD THEM ALL, A-AND THEY BELIEVED ME, S-S-SO WHY CAN’T YOU!” he spits.

    The beast lets out a low laugh, “Words cannot be used to hide the truth from me, only deeds can free you of my wrath for I am not human!”

    “D-D-DEEDS?”

    “Yes, deeds.” it purrs. “If you can prove to me your innocence through deeds, then I will let you be free.”

    “W-W-What do I have t-to do?”

    “Cut yourself, and let sin flow free from within.”

    “C-C-Cut myself?”

    “Yes,” it purrs. “Cut yourself. Show me.”

    “I-I-I, I can’t c-c-cut myself. I-I-I, I won’t.”

    “Then, I will devour all you are and you will never leave this place.”

    “I-I-I, I CAN’T! I-I-I, I CAN’T!” he spits.

    “Then don’t.”

    “B-B-But I don’t want t-to die.” he stammers as a fresh sea of tears stream down his face.

    “It’s a little too late for that,” the beast purrs.

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  • 5 Minute Twisted Story – That Painful Number Two – A Short Story From The Upcoming A Twisted Halloween 2023

    5 Minute Twisted Story – That Painful Number Two – A Short Story From The Upcoming A Twisted Halloween 2023

    He squeezes his stomach in and grits his teeth as a wave washes over him, and another solid nugget forces its way out of his anus. A quiver passes through his body, and he bites down on his trembling lips with bloody effect. A sea of red explodes down his chin and across his face.
    “F-F-FUCK!” he stammers, cupping his chin with a trembling hand, while the other stays tightly gripped to the toilet bowl.
    A bang on the door startles him and causes him to push once more; this time, the nugget’s jagged corners rip pieces of his sphincter away on its exit, and he screams out in agony.
    “DALE! DUDE, ARE YOU OKAY?” a voice cries from the other side of the door.
    “D-D-Do I sound F-F-FUCKING OKAY TO YOU!” he bellows as he grips the toilet with both hands once again and rolls his lips into his mouth, feverishly sucking the gushing blood from the gash that is now proudly wide open upon his face.
    “D-D-Did you eat t-t-the… you know, t-t-the t-thing?”
    “Y-Y-You’re gonna have to be a-a l-little m-more specific a-about what the t-thing is, b-because I-I-I, I-I’ve eaten a-a-a l-lo…” he stammers as another wave washes over him and his eyes roll up into his skull. He lifts himself into a hovering position over the bowl, tightly gripping the bowl as he squeezes, and slowly another slightly larger nugget begins to protrude from his anus. He screams in agony as the nugget pushes its way out of him, tearing its rough edges through his flesh in bloody fashion.
    “Don’t be a tossa Dale, you know what thing I’m talking about. The FUCKING banshee egg, you ate it, didn’t you?”
    “W-W-W-WHAT M-MAKES YOU T-THINK THAT?” he roars as the nugget rips its way out and drops into the bloody sea of red that has now filled the bowl. Dale pants like an overheated dog, and looks between his legs, to spy a small creature splashing about in the red waters of his toilet. “I-I-I, it’s alive,” he stammers. The door to the toilet flies open as Kurt drives a well-placed powerful boot into its centre.
    “YOU FUCKING ATE IT! YOU FUCKING ATE IT, YOU IDIOT!” he spits as he grabs Dale by the hair and pulls him off the toilet and tosses him out of the cubicle. “YOU FUCKING ATE IT, AND YOU DON’T EVEN CARE THAT YOU’VE DOOMED US ALL!” he yells as the little creature scrambles out of the bowl and balances perilously on the toilet’s rim. It lets out a little squeak and cocks its head to the side as it studies him, letting out another squeak as it does.
    “S-S-S-See, I-I, I told you it would b-b-be okay.” Dale stammers as he pulls himself up to Kurt’s side.
    Kurt looks Dale up and down, then looks back at the small creature.
    “Do you know you’re bleeding from your arse,” he says, as he tilts his head to match the creature’s.
    “D-Do you know h-h-how hard i-i-it is to g-give birth to something o-out your arse hole?”

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  • 5 Minute Twisted Story – A Conversation Saved For The Fire Pit – A Short Story From The Upcoming A Twisted Halloween 2023

    5 Minute Twisted Story – A Conversation Saved For The Fire Pit – A Short Story From The Upcoming A Twisted Halloween 2023

    Conner presses his hands against his head and lets out a silent scream inside his muddled mind, crescendoed by a shrill of ecstasy as he tears his eyes open and finds the landscape again reset, and he is once more at the forest centre. Sweat, tears, and blood stream down his face, and his heart skips several beats, then rushes forward as it tries to catch back up, then stops once again. He squeezed his eyes closed, then opens them a handful of seconds later, then starts screaming like a madman possessed by the devil himself.

    “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” he screams, as he starts pounding his head with firmly clenched fists from both sides, as he clenches his teeth tightly closed, spitting a sea of saliva as he growls and bared them like a wild animal. “I-I-I, I C-C-CAN’T…” he mumbles through wild eyes. “W-W-WHY C-C-CAN’T I-I-I…” he continues as he stumbles through the undergrowth like a lost sheep trying to find its pack.

    Seconds soon pass into minutes, and then those minutes into hours as he stumbles helplessly forward. He looks up into the sky and blinks haphazardly, cowering from the unyielding rays of the sun with a hiss and a spit that would make a vampire jealous.

    He stops, turns his head to the left, then the right, stands up straight and tall, correcting his posture as he does, and smiles broadly. “You can’t, because you’ve only got yourself to blame,” he says, then he hunches over again and drops to his knees.

    “W-W-Why is it m-m-my fault? W-W-W-Why can’t i-i-it be your f-f-fault?” he stammers as he stares emptily at his torn, and tired hands. “W-W-Why can’t y-y-you take t-t-the blame f-f-for once?”

    He stands up proudly once more, a sneer carved across his lips. “Because we, and you know when I say we, I mean me and you,” he says as he thrust his thumb from his chest to his chest. “WE! We are the same MOTHER-FUCKER, and blaming one, is just like blaming the other, yet taking responsibility, that needs to be done by just YOU! NOT ME!”

    He drops to his knees as a sea of fresh tears stream down his face. “I-I-I, I never b…”

    He leaps to his feet and scoffs. “You never what? You never blamed me?”

    “STOP!” he screams as he falls to the ground, folds himself in half, and cries at the sky, his face twisting. “STOP PUTTING WORDS IN MY MOUTH!”

    “All the words are only coming from YOUR mouth, because it’s the only mouth WE have,” he spits sarcastically as he stands over his own twisted shadow.

    “W-W-What if I-I-I,” he stammers as he falls to the ground, cowering from the silhouette that still stands proudly above him. “W-What if I give you c-control. C-Can you get us out of here?”

    He smiles broadly and shakes his head despairingly. “You know that’s not gonna happen, and we definitely can’t go anywhere without him.”

    “H-H-Him?” he asks nervously.

    “Close your eyes,” he says.

    “I-I-I, I don’t w-w-want to, I-I-I, I don’t w-w-want to go back to the s-start.”

    He stands up tall, not as proudly as he did before, and sucks in a stuttered breath. “You’ve got to some time kid, and we both know when you do, you’ll go all the way back to where he’s dying.”

    “C-C-Can’t we call f-for help? C-C-Can’t we save him?”

    He smiles broadly. “We could, if we could get out of this forest, and if we were real.”

    “W-W-We’re n-n-not real?” he stammers as he begins to cry once again.

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  • 5 Minute Twisted Story – The Lie Not Told – A Short Story From The Upcoming A Twisted Halloween 2023

    5 Minute Twisted Story – The Lie Not Told – A Short Story From The Upcoming A Twisted Halloween 2023

    His bottom lip twitches feverishly while his eyes grow wide and wild. “W-W-W-What d-do you mean y-y-you l-l-lied?” he stammers.

    Corey shrugs his shoulder and smiles awkwardly. “I mean, I lied, about it all.”

    “A-A-About it all?”

    Corey nods his head in agreement and squeezes one eye shut, while opening the other eye wide. “Yep, about it all, everything.” he says as he gently claps his hands together in front of him, and pulls them apart, drawing an invisible line in the sky between them.

    “W-W-WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT!” he bellows. “WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LIE ABOUT THAT!”

    He shrugs his shoulder once again. “It’s complicated.”

    “WHAT THE HELL DOES IT’S COMPLICATED MEAN!”

    “Exactly what it sounds like, there are many balls in the air, and for each ball you take hold of, another falls. That bag, the bag you took from me. That bag has everything I need and more in it, and if you give it back to me, I’ll let you have everything I don’t want.”

    “NO! I DON’T THINK THAT’S FAIR, NOT AFTER ALL YOUR LIES!”

    Corey rolls his eyes and presses his lips together tightly. “Can you let me explain first, so you can understand why I did what I did?”

    “I thought it was complicated,” he snaps back.

    “Okay, okay, I guess I deserved that, but once you understand, you’ll see why I had to lie.” he says with a Hollywood class smile.

    For several long moments they stay locked in this silent moment, until Jerry finally lets out a long-winded sigh and falls back onto his chair. “This BETTER be FUCKING good, because I don’t know what the FUCK I’m going to do if it ISN’T!”

    Corey winks and twists his head. “Don’t you worry your sweet little head, because the only way from here is up, but, like all good opportunities, you need to work for it. So, sure, I lied when I told you what an awesome time I was having, because if I told you how SHIT it was, you’d never wanna come, and, if I couldn’t get you to come, then I couldn’t move on up the ladder of mo…”

    “WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!” Jerry cries out loudly, as he holds his hands high into the air. “Is this some sort of PYRAMID SCHEME?”

    “NO! NO!” he says shaking his head quickly. “This is no pyramid scheme, this is real life. This is cause an e…”

    “This sounds like a FUCKING textbook pyramid scheme, and I can’t believe I fell for it.” Jerry cries as he pulls his hair and throws his head back.

    “Jerry, man, seriously, this is NOT a pyramid scheme. This, this here is your future.”

    “How many souls did you drag down here to earn the pool?”

    “W-W-What?”

    “Sorry, did I ask my question in a confusing way?” he asks sarcastically. For several long minutes the room is full of silence. “I’m guessing I did, so, let me put it in a way you can understand it. How many poor schmucks like me, did you talk into killing themselves with your lies?”

    “I-I-I, I didn’t lie to a-a-anyone, especially not YOU.” he says quickly. “S-S-Sure, I may have stretched the truth, b-b-but what I told you w-was the truth, I just left out the part about how you have to bring people over from the land of the living to achieve that truth.”

    Jerry looks around at the decay and blandness of the world around him, and then back to Corey. “How many people have you brought over?”

    “I-I-Including you?”

    “Yeah!”

    He smiles nervously. “O-O-One.”

    ”

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  • 5 Minute Twisted Story – I For Account – A Short Story From The Upcoming A Twisted Halloween 2023

    5 Minute Twisted Story – I For Account – A Short Story From The Upcoming A Twisted Halloween 2023

    “I said it wasn’t what I wanted, and you know THAT! I didn’t want to CUT you, but you made ME. YOU betrayed MY trust! AND YOU forced MY hand!” she seethes through saliva saturated lips that are clenched tightly together, as she thrusts the knife into his silent decaying corpse once more. The blade sticks clumsily into the dry husk, as if she was stabbing a bale of straw. “I-I-I, I didn’t want t-t-this,” she stammers as fresh tears stream down her weathered face, capturing some more wayward makeup that had still managed to stay somewhat in place from her last bevvy of tears.

    “Justification should not be given to them!” Deborah hisses as she lights her cigarette, taking a long deep drag as she does. She thrusts herself up from the seat, taking a moment to brush her P Johnson Femme suit down, before striding over to Lisa’s side. She crouches down beside her and takes another drag on her cigarette. “HE may have been the motivation, but he WASN’T the one who did the deed, that was YOU! He deserves nothing. No weight to the cause, for he’s just a number. A pathetic number on a list that should only be counted for the total, not for who is on IT!” she purrs as she gently loosens Lisa’s grip upon the knife handle and helps her to stand.

    “B-B-But w…”

    “No buts my dear, we are, we do, and we do not care for what they think.”

    “I-I-I,” she stammers as she casts a fevered glance down to his silent shell once again.

    Deborah cups her by the chin, and gently brings her gaze back to meet hers. “You loved him, didn’t you?” she asks softly.

    Lisa’s lips tighten and her eyes well up once again, and she nods softly.

    Deborah smiles awkwardly, “I thought as much,” she says as she slaps her across the face powerfully, knocking her to the ground. “SLUT!” she hisses.

    “W-W-What?” Lisa stammers as she clutches her face, and looks up at Deborah with eyes wide and full of fear and confusion.

    “YOU HEARD ME!” she spits, as she strides around Lisa’s cowering form in a dominating fashion. “I have given you EVERYTHING! A roof above your head, food in your belly, and a warm, safe place to sleep at night, and all I ask in return is that you honour what has been done, with what needs to be done. Yet, here I stand, listening to you, cry over the death of a MAN! A NUMBER! NOTHING MORE!”

    “H-H-HE TOLD ME HE LOVED ME!” she bellows back, her hands wound into tightly clenched fists, and her teeth bared, like a rabid dog.

    Deborah closes her eyes, arches her head towards the sky, and sways back and forth on the spot as if dancing to music only she can hear. “Then tell me why?” she sings. “Tell me why he is dead, and I am not?”

    “W-W-What?” she stammers.

    “It’s easy child, why did you kill him, if he loved you, and you loved him?”

    “I-I-I,” she stammers.

    “Come now girl, it’s not hard,” she says as she looks back down into Lisa’s red, swollen eyes. “Why did you kill the man you profess to love?”

    “I-I-I,” she stammers again.

    “Y-Y-You what?” Deborah purrs.

    “H-H-He l-l-li…”

    “He lied to you, didn’t he?” she asks softly, Lisa nods her head quickly in agreement. “Then, why are you so upset over the death of this lying piece of shit?”

    “B-B-Because I-I, I won’t be able to kill him again.” she stammers nervously.

    Deborah smiles broadly, “Oh honey, I’m going to have to teach you a lesson in transference.”

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  • 5 Minute Twisted Story – Just A Girl In The World – A Short Story From The Upcoming A Twisted Halloween 2023

    5 Minute Twisted Story – Just A Girl In The World – A Short Story From The Upcoming A Twisted Halloween 2023

    He looked at the shard of glass in his hand and tightened his grip. A hiss escapes his lips, followed by a sea of saliva. His eyes pulsated, growing wider with each second as the glass carved its way through the flesh. A warmth washes over his hand, followed quickly by a fresh bolt of pain that seemed almost not to be his. He smiles wryly and looks up into her wide petrified eyes with the glee of a child who had just tasted sugar for the first time.

    “D-Don’t look so scared, Fiona. It’s what you always wanted, isn’t it?” He groans with an almost sexualised flick of the tongue.

    “I-I-I, I never wanted t-this,” she stammers, her once perfect face now flush red, bruised, broken and distorted.

    He allows a half-choked laugh escape his grasp, then blinks erratically as he sucks a breath back, before squeezing the glass tighter. “YOU LIE!” he spits, as he thrusts himself to his feet, and strikes her with the back of his hand, knocking her to the ground into a naked heap. “YOU LIE!” he repeats, as he stands above her, staring down for several silent moments while a sneer cuts across his lip and burns deep into his face.

    She pulls herself up from the floor and wipes a stream of red that runs from the corner of her mouth with her bony, pale white arm. “You are such a FUCKING MAN, aren’t you?” she scoffs as her face twists and she awkwardly gets to her feet like some poorly animated cartoon character.

    His eyes widen once more, and for a moment he takes a nervous step back. “I-I-I, I don’t understand w-w-what is h-h-happening?”

    “Of course, you DON’T!” she scoffs with a cry. “You’re a MAN, and MEN think MANLY things about MANLY stuff. Not anything more. Not anything less.” She purrs with a wide toothy smile, and saunters over to him with a swing of the hip, and a slide of the leg, graceful like a ballerina, yet awkward like a newborn giraffe, all legs.

    Before he can take in her nonsensical statement she is pressing her slimy cold flesh up against him.

    “I-I-I, I,” he stammers as she thrust him up against the wall, pinning him by his arms.

    “Y-Y-You WHAT?” she spits as she pulls her head back, elongating her neck as she does, his eyes widen in terror as the fat and muscles beneath her flesh are sucked away, and her now dull grey skin tightly clutches her now bony frame, and her eyes fall back into their sockets while her unkempt wispy hair dangles eerily over her face. He screams in terror and struggles to free himself from her inhuman grasp, but no matter how hard he tries, he cannot overcome Fiona’s strength. She digs her feet into the wall behind him, and pulls her arse back, proudly displaying her pulsating vagina.

    “W-W-WHAT ARE YOU?” he bellows.

    She smiles a haggard smile, and draws herself back like an animal ready to strike. “I’m just a girl in this world, trying to survive.” she purrs as rows of teeth grind together as she thrusts herself upon him, and he screams in bloody agony.

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  • 5 Minute Twisted Story – To Twist The Perfect Write – A Short Story From The Upcoming A Twisted Halloween 2023

    5 Minute Twisted Story – To Twist The Perfect Write – A Short Story From The Upcoming A Twisted Halloween 2023

    He places the bloody knife gently on the tabletop and chews on his bottom lip for what seems like an eternity. Then, without thinking, he raises a blood-soaked hand to his lips and gently nibbles on the tips of his fingernails with the skill of someone who had spent a lifetime perfecting the technique. Then, as quickly as he had checked out, he is brought back to reality with dramatic flair. Aghast, he reels back and stares with wide-eyed terror at his dripping hand, then promptly vomits.

    “That’s the sort of evidence we DON’T want to be leaving behind right there,” a voice sarcastically grunts from a few feet away.

    Jason drags his arm across his face, wiping the remaining vomit that coated his lips and wiry moustache with the sleeve of his jacket. “I-I-I… I didn’t mean t…”

    “IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU MEANT TO DO!” the man spits venomously as he strides to Jason’s side, grabs a handful of his hair, and slams him into the wall. Jason collapses to the ground in an unconscious heap. “WHAT MATTERS IS WHAT YOU’VE DONE! AND YOU’VE GONE AND FUCKED IT UP FOR EVERYONE!” he screams as he stomps his boot down onto Jason’s skull several times, until it caves in, leaving nothing but a mess of blood, flesh, and bone. He turns to face Jemma, a scowl deeply etched into his forehead. His lips curl up in anger, revealing his yellow-stained teeth. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT? HE COMPROMISED US ALL! HE HAD TO STAY! HE HAD TO BE PART OF THE DESIGN! IT WAS THE ONLY WAY!” he snarls, tossing his head back to clear the rusty red curls from his face.

    “You never liked him,” Jemma spits.

    His nose twitches as he runs a hand haphazardly through his hair and then smiles. “I don’t like any of you, never have, never will,” he slurs. “So, I think it’s pretty obvious what happens NOW if you don’t follow the FUCKING program!”

    “And what if YOU decide to go off-script? Who judges YOU?”

    He turns to Jemma with a movie star grin. “I don’t go off-script baby, because I write the script,” he says smugly, as he gives her an egotistical wink and thrusts his thumbs into his chest proudly.

    She crosses her arms and nods towards Fabian’s bloody remains. “What does your script say to do about that? Did you write that into your story?”

    He rolls his eyes and sighs. “Of course, why wouldn’t I have a plan?”

    “Then, what is it? How are we going to cover up this mess?”

    “We’re not,” he declares proudly.

    Jemma looks over to Fabian’s body and then to Jason’s. Her gaze settles back on Gordon. “W-W-We can’t leave them here like this. We all know each other. The first door the cops knock on will be mine, and then yours,” she stammers.

    “No, they won’t start with your door,” he purrs.

    “Y-You think they’ll come to yours first?” she asks as she turns her gaze back to Gordon, and stares down the barrel of a revolver.

    “Maybe,” he says as he shrugs his shoulders and pulls the trigger.

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  • 5 Minute Twisted Story – It’s Not Cheating – A Short Story From The Upcoming A Twisted Halloween 2023

    5 Minute Twisted Story – It’s Not Cheating – A Short Story From The Upcoming A Twisted Halloween 2023

    The world screams at him like a small child wanting dessert, but Joel knows there’s no time for custard and cake. He mumbles a quick prayer, draws an invisible cross from his forehead to his chest, holds his breath, clenches his teeth tightly, closes his eyes, grips his groin as hard as he can with both hands, and leaps from the window just as the fire touches his skin. He covers the height of the fifteen storeys in record time and hits the ground with a crunch, screaming out in agony as both legs shatter and snap from the impact. He flails on the ground like a newborn baby, unable to walk. For a few immeasurable moments, the world is pulled away from him, and he’s dragged into one of darkness, but he blinks his eyes repeatedly and grits his teeth tightly together before he cries out loudly and digs his weakening fingers into the ground, dragging himself away from the burning building. He casts a fevered look over his shoulder, spying Heinrich watching him from a flame-encased window. Tears stream down his face as a sea of pain washes continuously over him, but in this moment, he allows himself to smile, even to laugh.

    “F-F-FUCKING told you I-I-I w-wasn’t going to be another one of y-your FUCKING victims, mate! I-I-I’m a FUCKING s-s-survivor,” Joel stammers, looking back once more, just as Heinrich launches himself out the window. For a second, his eyes widen in terror, then shift to confusion as Heinrich hits the ground headfirst, making an impact a bug hitting a windscreen would envy.

    “W-WHAT?” he laughs weakly, collapsing and clutching the ground as if it was the warm embrace of a lover. “FUCKING idiot, w-who jumps out of a w-window headfirst!” he scoffs. A smile softly caresses his lips, and he closes his eyes for a moment, hearing the distant wail of fire engines beckoning. But then his eyes shoot open in fear as the sounds of snapping bone and tearing flesh fill the air. To his horror, Heinrich is rising, his body repairing the damage from the fall, and in no time at all, the menacing figure stands above him once more.

    “W-W-WHAT THE F-F-FUCK! Y-Y-YOU CAN’T D-DO THAT! Y-Y-YOU CAN’T C-CHEAT L-LIKE THAT!”

    His head tilts to one side, and a deranged smile cuts itself across his scarred lips. “It’s only cheating because you can’t do it,” Heinrich proclaims gently, gripping Joel by his shattered legs and lifting him into the air.

    “IT’S N-N-NOT F-F-FAIR! I W-W-WON! I ESCAPED! I-I-I SHOULD B-B-BE FREE!”

    “This isn’t a game that finishes once you get out of the burning building, Joel. This is real life, and in real life, it’s not over until we’re dead.”

    “F-FUCK YOU! IF I-I-IT’S NOT A G-GAME, W-WHAT MAKES YOU S-S-SO FUCKING I-INDESTRUCTIBLE!”

    The smile on Heinrich’s lips grows wider, and he looks down at the dangling Joel once more. “I sold my soul to the devil,” he says matter-of-factly, before cracking Joel as if he was a whip, snapping his neck.

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  • 2020TOO Book One

    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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  • 5 Minute Horror Story – Plan On The Run – A Short Story From A Twisted Kiss On New Year’s Eve 2022

    5 Minute Horror Story – Plan On The Run – A Short Story From A Twisted Kiss On New Year’s Eve 2022

    “I’d rather believe in NOTHING, than to believe in something that doesn’t make SENSE!” Froud spits venomously, while clumsily removing Shaun’s league jacket before thrusting it into the ground.

    “H-HEY!” Shaun bellows with eyes wide and arms held out to the side in protest.

    “WHAT?” Froud remarks with pointed finger, “YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT IT, BUT YOU CHOSE NOT TO! YOU CHOSE TO STAND WITH THE OTHERS! NOW I DON’T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU THINK!”

    “T-T-That’s n-not what happened! T-T-That’s not W-W-WHAT I said o-o-or did.”

    “IT’S ONLY NOT WHAT YOU SAID, BECAUSE YOU SAID NOTHING!” he spits as he shapes up to the beefier Shaun, looking him dead in the eye with hate filled ones of his own.

    “T-That’s not w-what happened.”

    “YOU CALLING ME A LIAR AS WELL NOW?”

    “I-I-If that’s w-what i….” He doesn’t get to finish his words before Froud smashes him across the face with a closed fist, knocking him to the ground in a heap.

    “YOU SHOULD’VE JUST TURNED THE FUCK AROUND AND WALKED OUT INTO THE WASTELANDS WITH ALL THE OTHER PIECES OF SHIT THIS WORLD HAS SPAT OUT! IT WOULD’VE BEEN BETTER FOR BOTH OF US! IT WOULD’VE BEEN BETTER FOR ME!”

    Shaun clutches his jaw in his hand and grinds it from side to side while a wry smile paints itself across his crimson red lips. “Hell of a whack you have there, pity it’s wasted on you.”

    “I could say the same!”

    “Many people could say many things,” Douglas says as he places the barrel of a gun to the back of Froud’s skull. “But none of them would ever be right.”

    “I was wondering when you would show up.” Froud says as he raises his hands into the air. “Surprised you haven’t pulled the trigger yet.”

    “Too many people have died today, old friend…”

    “WE’VE NEVER BEEN FRIENDS!” Froud snaps.

    “I guess I deserved that, harsh as it may be, but know this, I am not here to threaten anyone’s existence, I just want a chance to survive, a chance to be with my brother and his family.”

    “You trying to be funny?”

    “HE’S TRYING TO GIVE YOU A FUCKING CHANCE!”

    “A chance to what? Betray who I am? Betray the people who count on me, to be me? No, FUCK your chances, and FUCK YOU! I ain’t vouching for this piece of shit, not after what he did to Tammy and Leah. He can rot out here for all I CARE!”

    “How about making a compromise, one that achieves what we want while keeping your hands clean, and the breath in your lungs?”

    “THERE’S NO WAY OF C….” He doesn’t get to finish his words as a deafening blast tears its way though his skull and explodes out his eye. For a second he stands there uneasily, before dropping like a rag doll to the ground.

    “W-W-W-WHAT DID YOU DO!” Shaun screams as he scrambles over to Froud’s side, cupping his crumpled form in his arms. “T-T-THIS WASN’T W-W-WHAT WE PLANNED! T-T-THIS WASN’T THE PLAN!”

    “Plans sometimes have change Shaun. Your boyfriend was never going to play along with what I wanted, and to let him live would’ve spoiled everything I’d set in motion. So, to protect my plans, he had to die,” Douglas says as he raises the pistol towards Shaun. “Just as you do, but know your sacrifice is for the good of my survival!”

    “W-W-W-What?”

    Douglas winks at him, “It’s all about the theatrics, for you, for me, and for them,” Douglas says as he tosses the gun towards Shuan, and dives to the ground with his hands over his head screaming inaudible words.

    Shaun catches the gun and juggles it in his hands as a small group descends upon them.

    “HELP ME!” Douglas screams. “HELP ME!”

    “W-W-What?” Shuan stammers, as he looks up in surprise at the group as they come into view, the gun now firmly in his hands. “I-I-I, I..” But his words are cut short, as they gun him down.

    ***

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  • 2020 Book One

    2020 Book One

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  • 5 Minute Horror Story – Not The Kiss You Wanted – A Short Story From A Twisted Kiss On New Year’s Eve 2022

    5 Minute Horror Story – Not The Kiss You Wanted – A Short Story From A Twisted Kiss On New Year’s Eve 2022

    “Put the gun down and dance with me s-sugar! Y-You KNOW i-it AIN’T f-fair t-to knock it i-if you HAVEN’T e-even tried it! A-And I can promise YOU, o-once you try it you won’t wanna e-ever knock it AGAIN!” he roars with a jovial laugher, while dancing around the room. He comes to a stop in front of her, puts his hands behind his head and gyrates his hips seductively before ripping his shirt open, displaying a chest full of hair and a belly that falls disturbingly over the elastic waistband of his trackpants, jiggling like a bowl of jelly. With a grunt and an added wheeze, he tosses his torn shirt to the ground while a sea of sweat begins to cascades down his brow.

    “I said it BEFORE, and I’ll say it AGAIN, FAT MAN! YOU AIN’T GETTING YOUR GUN BACK, AND I DON’T DO ANYTHING THAT’S MORE THAN TWICE MY SIZE, AND YOU’RE MORE THAN TWICE MY SIZE!” she screams as she takes several steps back, clutching the revolver to her chest tightly.

    “I get it, you like to play hard to get,” he says with a playful wink as he bends down and rips his pants off. “You can thank Channing Tatum and Magic Mike for that, I don’t leave home without these bad boys on since I saw that movie, it changed MY life!” he says as he continues to dance around in his socks and underpants.

    She rolls her eyes and lets out an exhausted sigh. “I hate that MOVIE as much as I hate FAT guys who can’t take a HINT.”

    “Oh, I can take a hint sugar,” he says as he continues to dance around, hopping on one leg, and then the other as he pulls his socks off. Then he sashays his way up to her, wriggling his shoulders from side to side. “But I read BODY signs better, and honey I can tell you’re dripping for me because I’m getting hard for you!”

    She puts a hand against her lips. “I think I just THREW-UP in my mouth!”

    “THEN WASH IT DOWN WITH A GLASS OF BUBBLY!” he roars excitedly as he spins around, stumbles awkwardly across the room and grabs a bottle of something from the chiller. He grabs two glasses out and slaps them onto the bar, twists the wired cage off the bottle and catapults the cork across to the other side of the room. “I hope you like Dom Pérignon, it is the best for a reason!” he says as he begins filling the glasses while sweat pours off every  inch of his grotesque form.

    “I almost like DOM as much as I like FAT CUNTS who don’t know how to take NO for an answer and love SHIT Channing Tatum movies!” She spits venomously while grabbing at the air before her and squeezing it tightly as if it was someone’s throat.

    He spins around with glasses in hand, champagne spilling from them both as he does. He lets out a nervous laugh as he looks down at the glasses, then thrusts one out towards her. “D-D-D-Don’t be like that SUGAR, Dom Pérignon w-was after all Marilyn Monroe’s FAVOURITE thing to drink, and that chick was HOT TO TROT!”

    “YOU CHAUVINISTIC FUCKING PIG! I SAID I HATE CHAMPAGNE!” she roars as she knocks one of the glass from his hand, sending it crashing to the floor in a sea of bubbles and glass.

    He stares at her with menacing eyes as his lips curl, and his brow furrows. “That’s coming out of your PAYMENT!”

    “I don’t give a SHIT what you take FAT BOY! I told you from the get go that I WASN’T into it. So why don’t you take your FAT ARSE over to the doorway and unlock those FUCKING locks and LET ME OUT OF HERE!” she screams as she holds the weapon nervously out towards him once more.

    He shakes his head and smiles nervously over more, “I ain’t d-d-doing that s-s-sugar! I-I-I p-paid good m-m-money for you, and I-I-I’m gonna get what I-I-I deserve! NOW put t-t-my gun down b-before y-you hurt yourself, an-and GIMME a kiss before the new year s-s-starts!” he slurs as his fingers form the shape of a v, and pokes his tongue through it in a disturbing fashion.

    “YOU WANT A KISS FAT MAN! KISS THIS!” she bellows as she pulls the trigger back tightly, and kisses the air as the bullet tears through his skull.

    ***

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  • 5 Minute Horror Story – Distracting The Distraction – A Short Story From A Twisted Kiss On New Year’s Eve 2022

    5 Minute Horror Story – Distracting The Distraction – A Short Story From A Twisted Kiss On New Year’s Eve 2022

    “Cadavers! Every last one of them!” Stewie spits with ferocious intent, twisting his nose towards the air and allowing the sneer to growl across his tepid lips.

    “It’s a bit heartless, isn’t it?”

    “Heartless would be to give them false hopes, when there is no hope, not for any of them. But us,” he says with a purposeful pause. “We stand a chance at surviving this.”

    “THEN WHY CAN’T WE HELP THE OTHERS! WHY CAN’T WE SAVE EVERYONE?”

    His sneer grows darker as his eyes roll to the back of his skull and lets out a exasperated breath. “Because for us to get out, we’ve gotta pay a price, and those MOTHER-FUCKERS down there are our coin, understand?”

    She looks down at the others as they huddle in tight family groups, holding all their hopes and dreams of survival in their hands. Her panicked face turns back to him, her eyes wide and desperate. “W-W-What? W-W-Why? T-They p-put t-their trust in US! W-W-We can’t b-betray them, I-I-I, I won’t allow IT!” she spits.

    He laughs softly, and turns to face to glowing horizon line, as the sun sets. “You can’t STOP what’s already in motion, you can only change the side of the fence you’re on.” he says matter-of-factly as he turns back to her once more. “Do you want to choose THEM over ME? Or do you want to live?”

    “IT’S WRONG!” she bellows. “IT’S WRONG AND I WON’T ALLOW IT!”

    “Are you sure that’s the answer you want to give? Are you sure they are worth it?”

    “I-I, I can’t Stewie, and t-the man I love would never, ever trade innocent lives for their own! They’re living, breathing human beings for FUCKS SAKE! NOT COIN!” she huffs and puffs, rudely mimicking him as she does.

    “That’s where you are wrong, like always.” he snarls with a wicked grin. “Your heart is too big for this world, always hoping the best will be achieved, and everyone will chip in to help, when the reality is everyone is out for themselves. Each of your innocent human beings down there have sinned far greater things to get where they are today. Killing others to get ahead, to survive! Now it’s time, now they pay the piper and we go free, we survive!”

    “W-W-What?” she stammers as she looks back down to the others. “Y-You lie! Y-You’re trying to play me.”

    “Am I? Ask me about any one of them. Ask me and I will tell you what they did, and why they deserve to die.”

    For a few silent moments her eyes search the others, while her bottom lip trembles. “Sal and Bernard,” she says nodding her head towards an elderly couple who sit with another group.

    “Did you know they had grand children, seven of them to be precise.”

    “N-N-No, they’ve never said a-anything about them.”

    “Because they used them as bait.”

    “W-W-What?” she says as she turns to him aghast.

    “Ask them, ask them and see where it goes. They used the kids to draw the biters away from them so they could make their escape the last hole they found themselves trapped in, and I bet right now they’re smooching up to the O’Donnell’s just to keep them close, in case they need to borrow their kids for the same type of charade. Unfortunately for them the O’Donnell‘s are running the same scam, just in reverse, see the last group they were part of ended up becoming sacrificial lambs when they came across a dead house and needed a quick get away!”

    “I-I-I, I don’t believe y-you.” she stammers as she looks back down to the group as they sit laughing with one another.

    He shrugs his shoulders, “Then you’ll die here with them, the only real innocent victim in all this, or,” he says as he nods towards the horizon once more, as movement can be seen making its way towards them.

    “Or we can pay them back in kind, and basically follow in their footsteps.”

    “Pretty much,” he says with a nervous smile.

    “I guess they deserve it.”

    “Oh yeah, they definitely deserve it.”

    “H-H-How are you gonna do it?”

    “It’s not what I gonna do, it’s more like what I haven’t done.” he says as he nods his head down to the main gates of the compound as a sea of decaying biters make their way in.

    She turns to him with wide terrified eyes. “H-H-H-How are we s-s-supposed to escape?” she stammers.

    “We ummmm….” he begins to say, before squeezing his lips together, and furrowing his brow. “I think I made a mistake.”

    ***

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  • 5 Minute Horror Story – A Sea Without Keys – A Short Story From A Twisted Kiss On New Year’s Eve 2022

    5 Minute Horror Story – A Sea Without Keys – A Short Story From A Twisted Kiss On New Year’s Eve 2022

    “So it has come here to end, the place where it all started, how convenient,” Dale snarls as he clutches the shovel tightly. “Are we safe to assume that it’s definitely a nest, and not a sole ghoul or two like the trapper said back in town?”

    “It’s definitely a nest, the damage to the wildlife around this farmhouse tells us that!” Stephan says as he looks across the landscape beyond the farmhouse.

    “What, the lack there of it?”

    “Yeah, only a nest will feed on anything that roams. A loner or and couple of them, they don’t have such a big impact, not like nests, not like this.”

    “So, how FUCKING many are you thinking are in here? Seven or eighth?”

    “More like fifty,” he says with a uneasy smile.

    “Get the FUCK out! How the hell are WE supposed to take on a nest of FIFTY!”

    With a playful wink Stephan scrambles to his feet and takes a few steps back, pulling back a molotov-cocktail as he does. “The same way we always do,” he scoffs as he lights the dirty rag that hangs from the bottle before hurtling it through an open window. The bottle smashes and a fiery tongue licks out the window, followed by a hundred screams or more. The smile disappears from

    Stephan’s face as his eyes lock with the petrified Dale while a sea of zombies charge out of the windows, some on fire, some not, but regardless they all have the same desire, to feast on the flesh of that which is living. Stephan turns and runs in panicked terror, while Dale doesn’t even get to get to his feet as the horde engulf him in a violent explosion of red.

    “Fuck!” Stephan grunts beneath his breath seconds before he loses his footing and stumbles down the hillside. He tumbles like a boulder downwards, while the ravenous nest follows quickly behind. With a grotesque thud he hits the bottom of the deep ravine, knocking every ounce of air from him momentarily. For more moments than he likes the world spins like a turntable, while black and white explosions erupt randomly across his vision. Desperately he staggers to his feet, gazing upward as the sea of zombies pour over the edge towards him. He curls up his lips and grits his teeth as he quickly limps away, heading towards the waiting beat-up old pickup that holds his salvation. His hands search his pockets in desperation as he hears the horde crash to the ground behind him. His eyes widen with terror as his hands move across his body frantically, patting every pocket more than once, while a waterfall cascades down his brow. He reaches the pickup still searching desperately for the keys as he grabs at the handle, pulling the door open to his surprise. He lets out an exhausted sigh, and leaps in the cabin, slamming the door behind him. The sea of zombie’s crashes into the pickup, sending it heaving up on its side.

    Stephan leaps behind the steering wheel, pulling the visor down, and tearing open the glove box. “Fuck!” he hisses as he leans back in the seat, still keyless. He casts a wayward glance over to the size window, as a dozen or more zombies push themselves up against it, and he takes a stuttered breath in, as he looks into Dale’s dead eyes, and spies the keys still firmly in his grasp. “Fuck!” he hisses again, as the glass cracks seconds before it completely gives way, and the zombies begin to spill in.

    ***

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  • 5 Minute Horror Story – Myths Are Not To Be Forgotten – A Short Story From A Twisted Kiss On New Year’s Eve 2022

    5 Minute Horror Story – Myths Are Not To Be Forgotten – A Short Story From A Twisted Kiss On New Year’s Eve 2022

    He looks across the boneyard, eyeing each of the rotting carcasses with a look of disgust upon his brow. “Seventeen good women have fallen for YOUR cause, yet you still stand tall but not with them. Why is that? Why are you not here among the dead like the true martyr you are destined to be?” he snarls with a turn of his nose and an upward thrust of his head, holding his chin out proudly.

    “I am no MARTYR Johnathan! I am a leader like you, and as with all good leaders, I will not fall until the end game has come to its crescendo.” Sari replies with a sprinkle of flair and flavour in each and every word that rolls off her tongue.

    “You are NOTHING like ME!” he spits wildly with ferocious gaze upon the screen before him. “I DARE not hide in holes dug beneath the earth! I stand PROUD and in the open, while you hide and conspire against ME! I stand DEFIANT, while you sabotage and slander my reputation! I RULE, while you COWER!” he bellows as his cheeks burn red and his blood runs hot, while his thrusts his thumbs towards himself as each and every word leaves his over saturated lips.

    “What can I say, when you paint me such a beautiful target, who am I to resist taking the shot?”

    “CHARLATAN! LIAR! YOUR WORDS ARE NOTHING BUT FALLACIES AND MIRAGES PAINTED ON TOP OF THE REAL REASON YOU WANT TO BRING ME TO MY KNEES!” he roars, thrusting a pointed finger at the silhouetted figure on the screen before him.

    Several long moments of silence pass while the room sits in its frozen state, until Sari breaks the silence with a gut dwelling laugh. “Fallacies? Lies? Who is making things up now? You are an old man who has reigned terror over MY people for far TOO long! We have RISEN, and we will take everything you HAVE!” she snarls.

    “THEN COME TAKE IT!” he bellows. “COME TO ME AND TRY TO TAKE MY KINGDOM! COME FIND THE MYTHS ARE TRUE! I DARE YO…” But his words are cut short as a blade tears through his chest. His eyes widen, and he clumsily turns to face his attacker. She smiles broadly from beneath the blood caked hair.

    “You should’ve counted those that you took down, and those that laid down without being striked!” she spits as she grips him by the hair and slices the blade across his throat swiftly, removing his head in an eruption of red. She lets the snarl linger on her lips as the blood rains down upon her. “Kingdoms are just like myths, they are both eventually forgotten in time.”

    “The only time myths are forgotten, is if they are given the change to BE forgotten, and forgetting MYTHS can lead to mistakes being made!” Jonathan growls, she lifts up his head, and stares into his still very much alive eyes.

    “H-H-How is t-this possible?” she stammers.

    He smiles broadly, as his headless body grips her by the throat and lifts her into the air, grabbing his head from her hands. “Like I said, if you had listen to the words you were told as a whelp, then you would know with me, anything is possible,” he says as he holds his head over the bloody stump, and it knits itself back upon into neck. “Now, let me show you why they call me the eater of sins,” he says as his moth widens, and he slows stuffs her wriggling body into his mouth.

    ***

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  • 5 Minute Horror Story – Blood On The Camera Lens – A Short Story From A Twisted Kiss On New Year’s Eve 2022

    5 Minute Horror Story – Blood On The Camera Lens – A Short Story From A Twisted Kiss On New Year’s Eve 2022

    He chews his bottom lip, as he looks hesitantly into the camera. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, it’s not like I don’t deserve it,” he says as he lets a stuttered breath out, and closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath in.

    “I wasn’t who I wanted to be anyway, not that it ever stopped me from being who I was. It was inevitable in the end. I pushed, not hard, but enough to separate me from them. It was subtle at first, then over time it increased. Resentment and hate flowed from both sides of the equation, from everywhere. My attitude of course didn’t help, it just fostered the hate I felt, and the same in them. Maybe it could’ve just been me, and not everyone else. But you know what, I didn’t care to know, I just did what I did, and everything else fell around me regardless.” he says as he playfully bites down on his bottom lip once more, this time drawing blood. He lets out a grimace of pain, then looks back the camera and smiles uneasily.

    “What is it about this, that doesn’t work?” he asks as he presses an open hand against his chest. “What is it about who we become that connects us to who we were? You see, I kinda remember me, but not the me I think is me, it’s more of a version that’s been made out of all the stories I’ve been told, and not really the true memory of am, or who I was.” he says as he picks up a knife that sits before him, and studies the blade with wide wonderous eyes, before looking back at the camera once more.

    “The opportunity to venture somewhere else entices me to no end, to know if the embrace is cold, if others that have gone before are there waiting, or if it’s nothing, if there is just an end without whatever this is.” he says with a nervous laugh as he gestures with a finger to himself. “Did I think I would be sitting here tonight, of all nights, thinking this while contemplating so many other things to do with a life lost in the endless cycle of WHAT THE FUCK? And then as I start thinking about that, I start wondering who would say that they weren’t surprised I did it? Or who would say all the signs were there, why didn’t someone act? Why didn’t someone reach out? But what would’ve that changed? What would’ve that done? Would I change? Would I still be sitting here with this camera in my face capturing what could be my last words, with this knife in my hands contemplating who I am, and why I am still alive when I am clearly destined to be a memory for others than I am to be someone.”

    A sea of tears tumbles down his cheek, and he takes another deep breath in. “Every day I wake, and I see that man in the mirror, and I HATE him. Each day I try to hold on to who I am, while the world pulls itself away, and I wonder why I’m here, if it is not for me to be me, if no one else wants me to be here. So, instead of a new year, new me, I’ve decided not to be part of it anymore. I’ve decided to end the year with whatever is next!”

    He looks down at the knife again, and smiles before looking at the camera one final time. “I just feel sorry for whoever finds me.” he says through teeth clenched as he drags the knife across his wrists and a spray of red slaps itself against the camera’s lens.

    ***

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  • 5 Minute Horror Story – The Day That Was Stolen Away – A Short Story From A Twistedly Jolly Christmas 2022

    5 Minute Horror Story – The Day That Was Stolen Away – A Short Story From A Twistedly Jolly Christmas 2022

    “Yeah, you heard me RIGHT! THEY FUCKING STOLE it from ME like it was THEIRS to begin with!” he spits through bloody lips. “THEY used MY night, MY power, to build their SINKING empire on while I faded away into NOTHING!”

    “I wouldn’t say you faded into nothing Samael.” she purrs with a cheeky smile across her cherry-coloured lips.

    “THEY STOLE IT FROM ME! FROM ME THE CHILD OF THE LIGHT!” he bellows.

    “It was never YOURS! It was no ones, not until the birth of the lord and saviour Jesus Christ that is.”

    “FUCKING HELL WOMAN, Christ is more of a fictional character then Father BLOODY Christmas!”

    She allows a laugh to escape her lips, before crossing her legs and leaning seductively forward. “Some may say the same about you.” she scoffs.

    He grins broadly, twisting his nose upward with a smugness earned through decades of skulduggery. “Tell me, how many times have you shared a room with that ponce Christ or old man kiddy-fiddler Christmas?”

    “That’s not the point of the statement, it was just trying to point out a fact that you cannot give.”

    “BULLSHIT! There is no point to YOUR statement, that’s why you made it! That’s why you all exist! There is no reason whatsoever for you to be here, for me to be here, yet here we are, here it all is. Now, answer my question. How many times have you shared a room with either of those two pieces of fictional SHIT!”

    She lets out a stuttered breath. “Once, for both.”

    Samael’s eyes widen and his lips quiver. “Y-Y-You lie,” he stammers.

    She shakes her head in disagreement and smiles broadly. “No, I don’t, of course with you being the price of lies you already know that. But still you asked, why is that?” she asks with a tilt of her head.

    “I-I-I,” he mutters through trembling lips.

    “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” she purrs sarcastically, throwing her hair back and allowing a playful laugh to escape her lips. “You are too easy to play with Samael, I had though the price of lies would be somewhat harder to manipulate than I was led to believe, yet here we are, you and I.”

    “W-W-Who put you up t-to this? W-Who have you c-c-conspired with against me?”

    “Why does it have to be with others? Why can’t it just be me?” she asks with a wicked grin across her lips.

    The smile wraps itself across his lips once more, broader than before, almost touching each ear lobe. “You already answered you question, with the proclamation before your last question.”

    “I-I-I,” she stammers this time.

    “Are we swapping roles, or just the shoes we wear in this conversating?” he asks with a raise of his eyebrows.

    “I-I-I, I still have you in MY trap! I-I-I, I still hold POWER OVER YOU!” she spits nervously.

    He stands tall and holds his hands out flat towards her. “There is no such thing as power, over me,” he says as he spreads his hands in separate directions which tear her arms from her body. She screams in pain and terror, while he laughs heartedly as he takes a step out of her demonic trap. With a wave of his hand he raises her into the air until she is dangling playfully before him like a cat toy, while her blood spills from where her arms once joined her body.

    “W-W-Why g-go through all t-t-this if you c-could just w-w-walk away a-a-at any time?” she grimaces weakly.

    “Why do the stars shine? Why do the bird fly? Why does everything be?”

    “I-I-I, I DON’T UNDERSTAND!” she screams.

    “Exactly,” he says as he squeezes his hands together, and breaks every bone in her body.

    “SAMAEL!” a voice bellows from beyond the darkness that has settled around the two.

    “You started it Christ! You and your little army of HUMANS!” he spits, as he drops her lifeless corps into a pool of her own blood and turns to face a mirror image of himself. “You look like shit,” he spits.

    “It’s better than looking like you, no wait that’s what I look like,” he retorts sarcastically.

    “Sarcasm, this is new.” Samael sneers with an eyebrow raised.

    “What can I say, parts of you rub off on someone eventually.”

    “No, that’s not what happens.” He snarls as he taps his chest repeatedly before grabbing his crotch. “Eventually I rub myself off on someone, but I never pass on a part of me, not ever! What happened you since I last saw your perfect arse?”

    “He’s been smoking LSD with a commune full of hippies for the last sixteen years, he ain’t the same Christ you once knew,” a large red suited figure says as he drags an enormous red sack behind him that moves and screams with each step the man takes.

    “What’s in the bag?”

    “The commune,” he says with a broad smile, that freely displays his rotten teeth.

    “Glad to see at least you haven’t changed Christmas,” Samael says with a broad grin.

    “Someone has to keep on repping the old ways, otherwise we’d just die off like all the other sorry FUCKS!” he says with a jolly belly laugh. “Did you like your BIRTHDAY present OLD man? I hope you still have a thing for red heads.”

    “Some things never change,” Samael says with a wicked laugh. “Some things never change at all! Merry Christmas!”

    ***

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  • 5 Minute Horror Story – A Single Suffering – A Short Story From A Twistedly Jolly Christmas 2022

    5 Minute Horror Story – A Single Suffering – A Short Story From A Twistedly Jolly Christmas 2022

    “Childish behaviour like this will only delay the inevitable, not avoid it!” Syrian spits through his rotten teeth. “I nurtured you into adulthood, I helped build your legacy, and I feel I deserve some type of admiration for it instead of pranks better left to those that can pull them off!”

    “You’re just jealous because I’m favoured by the others over you!” Toad remarks with a grin broad and green.

    “I AM NOT IN COMPETITION WITH YOU!” he erupts as he trusts himself to his feet and points a long bony finger toward Toad. “I AM ABOVE YOU IN EVER SINGLE WAY! YOU, YOU ARE A PATHETIC WORM NOT WORTHY OF MY TIME OR PATIENCE, AND THE PEOPLE WILL SOON SEE THE SAME!”

    “That’s where you are wrong, the people worship me as if I were their king for I bring their children happiness with the gifts I make, while they hate and despise you in every single way possible,” he scoffs with chauvinistic bravado.

    “I’ll CUT you in pieces of SIX, nay TWELVE and then I’ll HANG you from EVERY tree I’m ABLE, just so I can show your PEOPLE who is their true KING!” Syrian spits venomously.

    “Then I’ll become a martyr for their cause, and they’ll make this day my legacy, a day of gift and joy!” Toad croaks with a smugness only Toad could pull off.

    Syrian’s lips curl, and his teeth clench tightly together. “YOU WILL BE NO MARTYR, THERE WILL BE NO DAY, NOT WHILE I STILL BREATH, AND NEITHER WILL YOU BE KING! YOU’LL BE A FOOTNOTE IN MY STORY, BUT ONLY TO ME, FOR THEY WILL FORGET YOU!” he bellows as he raises his hands into the air and lets out a hellish cry as the skies above them ignite with power, and Syrian rises into the air. He looks down upon Toad as his face twists in anger. “THE MOON ONCE HIGH WITH THE END IN SIGHT, I ASK MY ANCESTORS TO TURN THEIR HEADS AND CLOSE THEIR EYES, MY FLESH BE BURNT, MY BONES BE DUST, I WADE THROUGH TIME, I SEE THE END, REBORN WILL I BE IN THE FLESH OF ANOTHER, FOR IN MY DEATH I REMAKE MYSELF AND BECOME SOMEONE NEW!” he cries as a bolt of lightning tears through the sky and strikes him in the chest, vaporising him almost instantly. For many minutes after the skies send bolt after bolt down into the earth, tearing at the flesh that covers the spinning ball. Then as quickly as the skies darkened, they clear, and the stars shine brightly as far as the eyes can see once more.

    Toad uneasily gets to his feet and kneads his swollen jaw tightly. “You old fool, even your magic has turned against you, your words fried YOU instead of ME” he hisses, drawing his sword at the ready as he does, as a handful of Syrian’s soldiers spill into the decimated courtyard.

    “Drop your sword Toad, your pathetic quest to take the kingdom is over!” one of the soldiers yell out.

    “YOU FOOLS, CAN’T YOU SEE I HAVE WON! LAY DOWN YOUR ARMS AND I’LL SPARE YOU ALL!” Toad snarls as he draws a second sword to the ready.

    “WHILE WE STILL STAND, YOU HAVEN’T WON ANYTHING!” the soldier bellows as they charge towards Toad.

    “So be it!” Toad hisses through clenched teeth as he tightens his grip on the blades and digs his heels into the earth. He strikes the first two low and high, his swords blade slicing through flesh and bone as if it were one in the same. He pivots, then leaps into the air, spinning like a graceful ballerina, coming back to earth behind the next three. With a crossed overed slash, he decapitates all three. Without looking he drives a sword to his behind, impaling a would-be attack, then spins around and takes his head off with the other sword. Thrusting his swords to the side he grits his teeth bare, and charges forward as the final solider stares on in horror. With a primeval cry barraging his eardrums Toad slices his blades up and down the soldier’s form, cutting him in two.

    For a few seconds before he falls of in two different directions, the soldier’s eyes peer into the darkness, staring off just over Toad’s shoulder. He spins around to find Syrian’s ghostly form standing smugly in front of him.

    “Y-Y-You can’t be!” he stammers before Syrian quickly glides forward and engulfs him in.

    Toad drops to the earth, gaging for breath, spitting, spewing, screaming, before he collapses in a heap. For some time, he lies there unmoving, slowing bathing in the blood of those that have fallen beneath his sword on this day. After what seems like hours, but in truth is only minutes, Toad pulls himself to his feet, and stands like a newborn deer, trying to find its footing. “I can be, and you will not,” he sneers with a wicked smile upon his face.

    ***

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  • 5 Minute Horror Story – The Stand – A Short Story From A Twistedly Jolly Christmas 2022

    5 Minute Horror Story – The Stand – A Short Story From A Twistedly Jolly Christmas 2022

    The Worm turns its ugly face towards the sun and grimaces with a distain unlike any it has felt before, then turns to the others and allows a stuttered breath to leave its lips. “We are going to bake in this weather if we don’t find some avenue of shelter, and if we bake, everyone else bakes as well.”
    “Then what can we do, sitting ducks is what we are! SITTING DUCKS!” Ulander spits with fiery passion.
    “The general and his minions five have us at his mercy. We can’t go back, for the river has risen, we can’t go down, because a sea of lava runs beneath us. Left and right are not options, for they bode the same fate that we face right now, just less barricades to protect us. So, we must go forward! We must take the fight to the devil in the red dress, and we must WIN!” he salivates with excited gusto.
    “We can’t win, not against them, not like this!”
    “Then LIKE what? TELL ME AND I WILL ACCOMMODATE! TELL ME WHAT WE NEED TO DO, TO KILL THAT PIECE OF SHIT! TELL ME AND I WILL FOLLOW!”
    Ulander stares quietly at him, blinking softly while the others nervously watch on in silence.
    “Stand up,” she says. “Stand up and let him shoot you down.”
    A sea of sweat breaks out across The Worm’s brow, and his lips tremble. “W-W-W-What?”
    She smiles wryly, “I said stand up, and show us that you are not leading us to our death. Stand up and prove the demonic one does not have you in his pocket.”
    “I-I-I,” he stammers, as his eyes look over to the others. “I-I-I, I d-don’t need t-t-to prove anything to you.”
    She raises her pistol. “LIAR! YOU NEED PROVE EVERYTHING! NOW STAND! STAND AND SHOW US YOU ARE NOT HIS MINION SIX!” she bellows, the others quickly follow suit, raising their assortment of foolhardy weapons towards him.
    “N-N-NOW WAIT!” he cries out, as he raises his hands in the air, quickly surveying the area, before bringing his gaze back upon Ulander. “W-W-What makes y-y-you s-s-so sure I am l-leading us into a t-trap? W-W-Why couldn’t it b-be you who is w-w-working for the devil? W-Why can’t this b-b-be a ploy t-to trap us all?”
    Her eyes widen, as her brow furrows. “B-Because I am n-not! Y-You are the traitor!”
    “PROVE IT!” he spits quickly. “PROVE IT AND STAND UP, PROVE IT AN SHOW US ALL THAT YOU ARE NOT IN LEAUGE WITH THE DEVIL!”
    “W-What?”
    “E-EXACTLY!” he quips. “Q-Quick to lay j-judgment, but slow t-to act when the shoe c-changes feet.”
    “I-I-I,” she stammers as the others slowly turn their weapons towards her. “I-I-I, I… THIS IS PROPOSTUROUS!” she bellows. “T-T-THIS WAS MY IDEA, N-NOT HIS! C-C-CAN’T YOU SEE W-WHAT H-HE’S DOING? H-HE’S TRICKING YOU ALL INTO B-BELIVEING I’M T-THE MOLE I ACUSUSED HIM OF BEING, J-JUST SO HE CAN TRICK US AGAIN!” she roars, as the others quickly move their aim back towards The Worm.
    “REALLY!” he spits, as he throws his arms in the air. “SHE SAYS A FEW WORDS AND YOU ALL FOLLOW THEM AS IF THEY WERE GOSPEL! ARE YOU ALL TRUELY THAT GULLALABLE?”

    ***

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