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Submitted to Contest #301
Forgive Me, Forgive Me NotHi, how are you? My name is Jack, Jack Collins. Forgiveness, what is it? Is it being on a bent knee asking another worldly being to reach down and cleanse your soul with his hands as if you’re a dirty, old rag on a wash board or maybe sitting inside a room that is dark and desolate, talking to someone or something that’s not there. In some places they call this insanity. Well, forgive me, forgive me not is a little more my speed.Why do I need forgiveness? Well, I murdered 16 women across 7 states. Why am I here now?...
Submitted to Contest #297
THE WITCHING HOURMy name is Phillip Richter. I am that Investigator everyone hates. All in your busines type of guy. Not my problem. What is my problem is chasing the truth. No matter how Mundane, the Truth.Let’s Talk about this society of witches and warlocks that rule the earth now. Me and Frederick are the resistance against these evil life draining creatures. How did they come to power you ask? It all started summer of 1982 with “project EGGO”. Yes you heard me correct. These sleazy old hags can only keep their Beauty on the souls of chi...
Submitted to Contest #294
Ok, as you all know I am a published author. This is one of my characters, Miss Lacy, making a special appearance for this erotic, horror story. "Fred, that's the couple," said Miss Lacy. Fred and Miss Lacy were on the prowl for their next Friday night...murder night...victims. Fred pulled up, got out, grabbed the couple by their hair and threw them into the van. Now, mind you, Fred is Miss Lacy's henchman. This cat is a true cheesedick. He is 6'7'', plus or minus, no one knows for sure but he is definitely a mammoth of a henchman. Miss Lacy...
Submitted to Contest #292
Air Loom 2: The Fuel-----------------------------------------------------------------1:Well, hellfire and biscuits, you done stumbled into a mess bigger than a hog in a mud pit.Lemme break it down for ya real slow-like, ‘cause Lord knows it took me a while to figure it out my own self. See, I was just mindin’ my business, drinkin’ my sweet tea, scratchin’ my belly, thinkin’ life was about as normal as huntin’ deer on a Sunday. But nope—turns out, I was about three kinds o’ stupid.Ever hear folks talk ‘bout not messin’ with things ya don’t un...
Submitted to Contest #291
This is a page of time from “Our Lady Universe’s” book of two fucks. In this story, Jimmy Walker is about to get more than he bargained for, at the hands of the Hades Revolver. Do do do do. Do do do do.As Jimmy awoke in his office at the club, with some random naked woman laying on his chest. He pushed her off him and stumbled to the restroom.Before he closed the door, he turned to her and said, “Bitch, grab your shit and get out of my office.”“Ok Jimmy,” she said with fear in her voice.A long time ago, Jimmy wanted money and fame more than ...
Submitted to Contest #289
“Dad, where are the yams at?” Frankie yelled up the basement stairs.“Behind the peas, son!” Dad yelled back.As Frankie walked to turn the light switch off, he looked over at his father’s terrible masonry job that he did right after Frankie’s twelfth birthday. Until recently, the basement had always been a place Frankie’s mother and father never allowed them in. The only things down there were various odds and ends, his father’s tools and the freezer next to the pantry.Frankie flipped the switch, putting the basement back into darkness again....
Submitted to Contest #286
Jeffrey walked to the basement, he stopped to look at that old tarp covered machine, that his great grandfather built and was handed down. His father had told him about it when he was a kid. It did not look like much. It was an old piece of junk. He walked over to the deep freeze to grab some meat for dinner.Jeffrey had a simple life. He had a job at the local bank, and never married. He fed Sylvester and grabbed his jacket, walked out the door and proceeded to begin another day of exactly the same thing.He took his car keys out of his pocke...
Submitted to Contest #281
Tom Williams walked into his office party and it looked so festive. The buffet was unbelievable. It was Christmas Eve, so it was bonus time for all the employees. Tom's top three were in attendance. Mr. Williams, Tom, started his department chain by hand in the hills of Arkansas. Before Tom, it was only the big box stores. He broke the mold though, and now these three were in control. The company put together this party to honor the three and everyone was dancing, drinking and having a good time. As he looked around the room, he only saw g...
Submitted to Contest #278
Where Time Almost Stands StillOk, how do we start this story? We could start it with character descriptions…nah. That’s on you and your imagination. We could write a beautiful description of atmosphere and breathtaking elements…nah, not going to happen. Hmmm, then how…? Fuck it, let’s just go.Cole Johnson’s Entries:Day 104:I went to court today. It was some good, some bad. I was offered 24 years. That’s good. I won’t see Sally or my children for 8,760 days. That’s bad. This is a decision I must absorb. My attorney says it’s the best I w...
Submitted to Contest #277
Wicked Heart This story is one we all know. It is a depiction of the Toy Soldier. Let’s not waste anymore of the 3000 words. It was a bloody battlefield at the North Pole. Blood in the form of silver and gold glitter littered the bodies of Jack, the tin soldier, and the gingerbread men and was seeping everywhere. As Jack lie there injured, he saw his fallen comrades. It was a scene that would live in infamy in his mind forever. As the medics lifted him to safety, he began to fade. We begin this story in the land of Jimmy Vanderpool. Jimmy wa...
Submitted to Contest #241
Ok this story contains adult references and is meant to be viewed with such knowledge. If you choose to proceed be expecting to be entertained, laughing, curious and if I had more room and ability to go further some other adult emotions;)Your guide to an enjoyable read: Donald Haddix The plot So this is a story of the hot potato… ok… hot dead corpse? So this little...
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