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Moo Forever

Hygenic Prophet

PostPosted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 7:42 am


Bzzt.

She smacked the alarm clock, but not from laziness.

She had been awake all night. Her eighteenth birthday promised to be her best.

She gracefully tied up her heavy, knee-high boots with delicate fingers, and floated out of her bedroom, a faint smile lighting her strange, angled face.

Today was the day.

She carefully stepped down the ancient oak stairs, with a bulging black bag draped over bony shoulders. She made her way to the door, wary of little siblings traipsing about in the gray hours of early morning. Smirking with the satisfaction of not be discovered, she walked until she stood at the edge of the dewy yard, and briskly turned around to face the house.

The memories rushed back, and the smug face was distorted with agony. Doctors came daily to observe and document her. Parents hid her from the neighbors for they were ashamed of her ghastly appearance. Siblings whispered while making up stories and playing tricks...

But she shook off the flood of horror to focus on her task.

She continued to loop a thin, black wire around fences and lampposts as she snuck through the neighborhood. At intervals, she opened her bag and dug her hand inside, pulling out a pale, clay-like substance. She molded it onto the wire, before continuing to loop the metal strand around fences and lampposts.

At last, she was finished. A sigh of relief escaped her thin, cracked lips. It was time for the final stage.

She searched the bushes in the park just outside the neighborhood, seeking the lever she had painstakingly positioned two nights earlier.

But to her horror, it wasn't there. She frantically clawed through the neatly trimmed hedges, but to no avail. Suddenly, she heard a rustling noise.

She whipped around, scanning the park for the source of the sound. Her eyes narrowed in disgust at the homeless man rising from a pile of rags. She continued to watch him get up, scratch his enormous rear, and start walking his dirty shopping cart, full of more rags, old food, and--

The girl's heart skipped a beat. Her lever had been stolen by the putrid hobo that resided in this park. Her mind put together potential plans to get it back as she swiftly strided over to the man.

She stood there a moment, and they looked at each other. The homeless man's tired gray eyes widened in fear as he saw the horrible girl standing before him. His jaw dropped, giving him the look of a scared puppy, and that was when the girl made her move.

She grabbed the sharpened silver knife out of her pocket and sent it sailing into the man's open mouth, where it became lodged in his throat. He tried to scream, but only a faint gurgling sound left his lips, along with a waterfall of blood. His grimy hands groped in his mouth, struggling to pull out the knife, but it had gone deep down his esophagus, and he fell to the ground with a thump. Tears mixed into his flow of blood, and his eyes pleaded to the girl, Why? But she didn't look back at him as she pawed through the shopping cart, careful not to breathe through her nose. At long last, she found her lever and gleefully returned to the end of the wire.

She attached the wire and the lever swiftly and with great gusto. She took a deep breath, then pushed down with all her might.

The entire neighborhood exploded. Fire consumed everyone and everything in a matter of seconds. Her plan had worked well. Her fearsome, red eyes with no white nor pupil surveyed her work as the sun slowly rose into the sky. She nonchalantly went back to the homeless man, now dead, and pulled her knife out, leaving her hand and much of her arm drenched in blood. She wiped it on the still-wet grass. Then, before te authorities could convict her, she lowered herself into the hideout she had been working on since she was only twelve years old. She shut the trapdoor happily, scarcely believing she had just successfully blown up all those people who had made her so miserable. But it wasn't everyone on her list. The green-skinned girl had other scores to settle.



P.S. I got the inspiration for this story from this YouTube video that weirded me out a bit:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZFcH0srTRU
Thanks for reading! >;D
PostPosted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 3:59 pm


it comes to us begging us to stop
wake up
they just move their hands upon the clock \\////
do we dare move

it only wanted peace instead ignorant minds gave it unrest and hurt
they burned in the fire they started
streets of fire crisping their skin
stuck pigs bleedin in the open
and now they pay
into the flames she swallowed their hate
It burns hotter than any combustion and it can see you
It has come to get us all
we are next no hiding no sleeping or singing
just the crackle and pop
of bones and flames
streets in furs
I wonder if I will ever see mornin again
if I do will I want to

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w0rm buffet

PostPosted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 4:02 pm


heres something I wrote simular

One night I am alone in my house, compliling lists of friends from the past. It grows dark, and I begin to wish for company. The list sits before me on the table, reproaching me with intimations of missed opportunities and regretful abandonments.
There is a scratching at the window, and absently I open it, assuming that one of my cats is feeling lonely too. To my dismay, a small devil-creature, salivating with anticipation, leaps squatly into the room. I recognise it immediately as being of the type to possess the soul without hesitation. Backing away from its gleaming eyes, I consider my options. With a flash of intelligence, I announce to the devil-creature that it is yesterday, and today I am dead.
The creature looks quizzically at me. I insist that it has made an error - it is yesterday, and later this evening I kill myself with a large, sharp kitchen knife. I am dead. My soul has gone. The devil-creature is too late. It looks puzzled, but I explain, with placatory hand movements, that this is really a simple matter. As I am already dead, there is no point in attempting to take my soul. Come back in a week, I tell the devil-creature. The landlord will have re-let the house, and there will be fresh prey. Huffing and puffing, the creature waddles back to the window, and lurches off into the night.
Congratulating myself on my quick thinking, I close the window. I sit down once more in front of my list, and it is with a heavy heart that I wander into the kitchen and begin rifling through the knife drawer.
PostPosted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 4:13 pm


for a short story I have got to say
it is better than most of what is on the horror forum
much better
however as ou grow as a writer you will learn to play with the language
the best thing about horror is if you get vague at the right moment you can get your reader to evacuate his bowels
if you are to detailed then it isn't as satisfying. although you did well because of how the violence is completely unenticed and unexpected for future reference dont let them picture it. let their imaginations run wild. becuae truth be told the reader will come up with something darker and more foreboding than anything we authors could ever depict.
I f proof is what you're wanting read the shining...notice his buildup to the room 217 or whichever one it is. he waits half the book before venturing inside and it makes it even more terrifying. anyway thats all overall one of the best stories I have read on this forum. And I am done offering advice.
I am now steping down from the soapbox.
byebye for now
-th0m

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Moo Forever

Hygenic Prophet

PostPosted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 5:42 pm


Thank you!! x] I admit I am amateur, but then again, I am not very old. XD I will make sure to read that..I have heard many good things of Stephen King. My parents probably won't let me read that until I've aged a bit. xD
PostPosted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 10:44 pm


i love it heart is there more to it?  

Love Toxic Kisses


Dragons Willow

PostPosted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:49 am


HOLY CRACKER STICKS!!!!!!...........WITH SALT!!!! that was awesome! i admit, i figured out the bomb thing, but the hobo skewer was totally unexpected!!!....the way she looks....didn't agorphia do an avi resembling this horrid creature? anyway, this was great....i wanna post now too!!! yays! oh yeah...is there more to it? a sequel??? pirate
PostPosted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 9:08 pm


Bwaa, I might do a sequel if I have time. x] And I think Agorphia did do something of that nature. xDD

Moo Forever

Hygenic Prophet


w0rm buffet

PostPosted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 1:07 am


eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek eek


your services are not required
your futures bleak you are so last week
ladies and gentlemen (without a safety net)
I shall now perform an orwellian flip flop
I shall now amputate I shall now contort
down is the new up(what if I flip flopped)
shake his pockets out
(pass it on pass it down)
come of the rifters
on candid camera
c***k in your armor
topsy turvy town emo

crying
rofl
PostPosted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 9:29 pm


very nice...creepy, kinda like the movie "Coraline"- and excellent story that chills you to the bone. but i'd like to know what other scores she could have to settle

awesome aphrodite

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