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 Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 10:03 pm
NO FAIR YOU *&^&&&^^&^&$&#&#$%#$%#%#$^@#%
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 8:47 pm
I am the master of baters!
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 7:52 am
A right old pro, you. Then again, you don't get much of a chance to be anything else. blaugh
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 11:03 pm
It's 4:30Am and you're sitting on your couch watching television. Theres nothing good on and you're begining to get tired, your eyes begin to close on you. You fight back the sleep, struggleing to stay awake until you give in without warning. You feel the darkness take you in, and just as suddenly as you're eyes shut, they snap back open. The tv is no longer showing anything but static and the time is about 4:45Am, wierd right? There's a horrid stench coming from the kitchen so you investigate it.. You can feel yourself floating across the nasty shag carpet of your living room but you can see you're walking normally.
Once at the door to the kitchen you see the lights are out, so you flick them on and realise something imediately. This was the biggest mistake of your life, the walls are caked in crimson blood and on the kitchen floor is the limp body of your sibling. They lie face down in a pool of thier own blood with thier eyes locked open and faceing you blankly. They seem to follow you as you hunch over and feel your stomach's contents spill out, onto the floor. The oven has smoke puffing from it and the smoke detectors are disabled via kitchen knife. You bolt to the oven and throw it open, big mistake number two. When the smoke rises out, you find a wretched coctail of entrails and bile. They bubble and pop from the heat, releasing gasses into the air which makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. You turn around and see your sibling's body, you look at the wound, a single slash across the throat and through the wind pipe.
Shock, fear, and disgust force you to step back. The thought occurs to you, the killer may still be in the house! Panic. Rage. Pain. All flood your mind as you look across the kitchen table and spot the marks of butchary and disection. Oddly enough you don't faint, but instead you dark out of the kitchen and press your back against the wall of the corridor. The shag carpet flattens below your bare feet, something wet trickles under your foot and makes you jump. You look down and see the doorway to your mother and father's bed room. Every alarm in your head goes off and screams at you to just run away, but you open the door instead. The knob is slippery but opens slowly. Funny. It seems to grind as it does so, then you notice the cuts into the brass of the knob. A knife. You open the door in one thrust and you're hit with a wall of stench. Immediately you double over to your knees at the sight.
Your mother face up in her bed, her body face down. Eyes slashed out and throat cut to oblivion, while she has some kind of terrible object of a cylinder shape crammed into her nether region. You pull the strength together to stand up, you walk over. The blood, oh my God the blood! It covers the walls in words but it's all too dark to make it out. You see your ather face up, naked, and his throat too is cut open. His genetalia is gone, instead it's all crammed deep into his wound. Both of thier eyes watch you with a blank stare, they too seem to follow you. A car outside passes down the street, the lights pierce through the window and reveal someone closing the door. A figure with a long, silver kitchen knife, bloodied and razor sharp. The figure rears back the knife and throws it into the wall below the words in blood.
The knife wobbles as it makes contact, then you feel yourself forced to the ground. You fight back and feel the intense pressure on your neck. Your eyes close slowly as another car passes by, it's light coming into the window. The clock on thier counter blinks 5Am, the lights from the car reveal the words. WAKE UP. As soon as the word register in your mind you snap your eyes open. The TV isn't showing anything but static and the clock is blinking 4:41AM. You look down and see the knife in hand from your dream, a chill runs up your spin. The sound of someone running the fauset in the kitchen alerts you to thier presence, you freeze, then your sibling walks out of the kitchen with a glass of water in hand.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 11:05 pm
A man staggers into a bar, looks around the crowd, spotting a woman at the bar. In the dim bar lights her features slightly resemble his wife. The man looks a tad-bit more and realises the woman is very beautiful, or at least the booze make him think so. He swaggers on over to the bar counter and rests himself up against it, checks his breath, and orders a tall one. The bar keep nods and slides him one, a tall bottle of amber beer. The man downs the liquid courage and listens in on the woman's conversation with the other woman next to her. They sound as if they had just met, talking about who they are and where they go to college. The man comes to realise, in his drunken logic, that the woman is also drunk and sounds very much like his wife.
He taps her on her left shoulder and the woman turns around, hard liquor in hand and world spinning about more than usual. The two drunken bafoons share some slurred words of interest and hit it off famously. The man complements the woman on her sparkly black and silver dress and she thanks him. After some more conversation the man is about to ask a question when the woamn lays out the very same one,
"Sho... Y-Ya wanna go back to my place and... You know. Get lucky?"
The man smiles, "B-But I have a wife and a daughter."
The woamn grabs his tie and whispers in his right ear her sexiest responce.
"And I have enough money for a hotel room."
Well! Skipping anymore small talk, the man leaves with the woman and rents a room, they do the deed, and fall asleep. The next morning the man awakens first with a hang over and a sense of guilt. He turns his head to see the woman asleep with her back facing him. Silent as a mouse, the man slips out of bed gets dressed, and slithers his way to the door. With ninja-like stealth he leaves and walks home. Ashamed at what he knows he has done, he makes his way home.
Momments, and blocks, later the man walks into his house to find his wife crying. She raises her head and sees her husband, then runs up to embrace him.
"Oh Honey, I've been worried so much! You did come home last night and niegther did Sandra. She went to a party with her friends last night and I didn't get a call until 3AM, saying she wasn't with her friends anymore. Then Carl found your car outside the bar I was worried you passed out somewhere."
The man nods his head, the sinking feeling pulling him down more. His wife kisses his forehead and he walks up to him bedroom where he flops down on the bed. Hours later he wakes up again to the sound of someone vomiting, he walked out of his room and finds his daughter hunching over the toilet with her hair in a pony tail. He shakes his head and begins to walk away, then stops right infront of his daughters room, something catches his attention. On his daughter's bed, across from the door, was a black and silver dress with three white stains on the bottom.
End.
Moral of the story? Don't go binge drinking and binge f***ing, but if you do, bring a flash light.
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