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 Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 8:47 pm
Meh... Okay... So... My brother Writes really twisted stories, and twisted poems... (as I just found one on the comp that he never showed me... -.-')personally, I think their all awesome. Since Writing is a Sort of Art, I decided to Post them here, I know theres a real writing Forum, but I'll go for the smaller group of people before I even ask him about posting it there... I was really Torn between if I should post it here or in The RP thing... but... I think this will work, if anyone has a problem, sorry...
Mkay... So your all Welcome to Comment, Post Your own stories, Even discuss about the stories, but don't talk about random stuff that has nothing to do with the stories... Else It will drive me nuts... This really is a Free topic, follow the normal rules, and please, if you say someone sucks, reason it out, don't just say "because you do..." thats mean, and I don't tolerate mean -.-
Well... Have fun, be constructive, and be Considerate!
As for My brother Trevor's Stories, If you catch Errors... as I fixed all of them.. and then my computer froze... and I lost my fixing... and then I gave up because I didn't want to go through it again, feel free to PM me the errors, or even comment about them, If you ever want to tell my brother something, I'll make sure I will relay the message ^.^
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 8:51 pm
The Noise
By: Trevor
(Vera's Bro) Annoying and persistent the noise was. Never seemed to stop and there was no sign that it would. It tries to drive me mad I know...It's been after me for years..They put me on a chain in a small room with soft walls that appear to be mattresses.
With its squeakiness that seemed would have only been created by a rusty door opening and closing. It will bother you after you hear it over and over and over again. No sign of stopping. It's just like when your younger sibling is opening and closing that god forsaken door. And you can't get up and pound some sense into them because you're stuck on this god damn chain!!!!
There are other sounds that that I hear...Still very annoying they are..The sounds and noise make you want to chop off your own ears...I would chop my ears off if I didn't have this straight jacket on...The noise screechy like finger nails scratching on a chalkboard or a blood curdling scream. High pitched and annoying..just another sound that makes me want to chop my ears off or go deaf just to make it stop....
Even without ears it will find me the same old sounds repeated over and over...The sounds engraved in my mind now...I can't escape..And the beating...The thumping and the pounding...Like people stomping there feet with no real beat or pattern...It doesn't sound good...It sounds like someone is coming through the walls to kill me they know I mustn't stay here to rot but die now and stop suffering...The beating...the screeching...and squeaking...My head...It hurts so much...my head is pounding...It hurts to much! I can't handle it!! Make the noise stop! Stop the noise! My head it hurts so much! My head!! Stop the noise! stop the noise!!! I'm begging you!! Stop!! Stop!!I swear I'll be good!! Just make the noise stop please!! They can't make it through your god damn walls!! So I will get out my own way!!
3 Hours Later...
"Oh my.." Said Security guard #14. Security guard #9 rushed down the long narrow dark hallway, a bit worried. He got to where guard #14 was and asked
with much concern "What? What's wrong??."Guard #9 noticed that guard #14 was just peeking into the door and he looked rather pail. Guard #9 stepped into the cell he was looking in expecting something like missing person. But instead guard #9 saw a corpse. "Oh my is right..." said guard #9. "How did he die??" asked guard #9"I'm not sure 9....And I'm not going in there to find out.." said guard #14. Guard number 14 was a damn coward...Guard #9 felt rather irritated by guard
#14s coward ness. "Fine..I'll find out" guard #9 replied.He moved closer the corpse and realized this was one of the rooms where they had to chain people up so the corpse had a collar around the neck...The neck...It was broken..."The guy who killed himself must have been jumping around and trying to land on his head...and succeeded"..Thought to himself..."Yeah..#14 he broke his own neck with the chain on him.....But why??" said #9. There was a long pause of awkward silence and pondering..." I dunno but we best report this..." stated #14."Wait....wait...You hear that? I think its music....Yeah...Its Country Music. End...
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 8:59 pm
Dedicated Lover By: Trevor There she lies looking more beautiful then ever before in her low elevated bed, sleeping time away in her beautiful white gown. Most Men just gape at her like the slobs they are...It makes me sick...I of course do not for she is my love, my better half.
She mesmerizes all men everywhere. A seduction queen she is. Its her dazzling appearance that gives off the most fascination among the men. I mean just watching her lay there motionless and peaceful...She is just so beautiful...It's so hard to turn my gaze away from her and apon another person or thing when I stand here before her silent and peaceful bed. Its just everything about her!
Her long beautiful blonde hair and her gorgeous pale smooth soft complexion! But what really tickles my fancy about her is her body...It's so slender so perfect no flaw what so ever! Everything exactly the right size! Not to big not to small! She is just so perfect...And irresistable...
I just gaze at her with a look of delight on my face. She is my love she is my wife. What times we have shared together, good and bad...Most memories that I contain with my though are negative...Not happy...Depressing...Always fighting always disagreeing on what seemed to be everything! I was always wrong even when I knew I was right!
Times have been really hard...Until this week...This week has been fantastic! She doesn't care anymore! Anything I say makes her happy! Any idea of mine is a great one! Anytime I desire sex I get it!
I just gaze at her...She makes me so happy...So beautiful...I could never live without my love...I look back at this week...It's truly been amazing! Obtaining all of this happiness from my wife has such a simple soloution! Treat her like a queen I did! Through her a party! Then I got her a few pallbearers to carry her around! Then found her a nice good bed put her to sleep and bang! There you have it...Perfect wife...Call me sick go ahead...I'm happy because she's dead!End...
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 9:01 pm
I Wish You Died By: Trevor It's people like you who I wish were dead.
I hate you so much I want to chop of your head.
Your existence in this world is useless so just die.
But now that you know what I want so you won't even try.
I want you to weep and plead. Beg for your life, bow down to me. I'll be in charge then, but tis all a fantasy.
Go ahead laugh at my misfortune. Then count to 13 do you still have a head?
My pain is your pleasure just like your death is my treasure.
A joy it would be to watch you fall to the floor dead.
But only in dreams I picture you with such gore and bloodshed.
I'd cut your legs off and watch you fall to the floor.
Then I'd laugh my a** off while you crawled attempting to escape to the door.
You may not die because of me. A dissapointment for me that would be for you may be killed by disease.
Either way you will die so what the hey?
Your death may not be today or tommorrow.
But when it arrives my happiness will surely follow.End...
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 9:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 9:05 pm
Mary By:Trevor I can't imagine how horrible life would be without Mary...I would have nothing...Life would be so boring so...Dull...There are just so many things I can do with her. She is just so useful in so many ways. Going out side into the dark night without her would be pointless really...That is if I want to have fun.
I do everything with Mary...Who would help me cook dinner? Or quiet the neighbors? I would be hopeless without Mary...She is always with me wherever I go she is there at my side. She is unique...I have never met anything like her.
Whenever I am in a jam and can't figure a way out of it...Mary does, she is sharp like that. She can be very diplomatic at times...Persuasive...Gets me out of bad situations. She is perhaps sort of like a guardian.
People fear her for what reason I do not know...I have seen things much more frightening...She is small...Not scary! She is easy to handle too...Easy to take care of.
But really she has helped more people then just me. She has helped many people. She helps them get to sleep...She has helped many people go to sleep...She helped my father go to sleep...He deserved the rest to...Having me as a son must have been hell...I'm glad he is finally asleep...
Thinking about Mary this much brings back so good memories. Like there was that time in that mostly empty bar and a guy inside there was taunting me being an a*****e...Then I introduced him to Mary and he started to run away...I laughed so hard...It was funny...Then I threw Mary as hard as I could at the mans leg. Getting a direct hit there was a scream of agony, a nice big blood splatter and then a nice big THUD after that all...I heard him crying...Begging...Saying sh*t like "No! Please don't kill me please!! please god oh please! No!" I walked torwards him slowly to make him more afriad then ever...I laughed then to...It was funny...
When I arrived over by by him took Mary back from him and laughed like a crazy idiot again...He was crying and moaning now...Begging still...It didn't annoy me at all...I found it rather amusing though...Then I held Mary tighter kissed her even with the blood all over her and then.......I STABBED THE F*** OUT OF THAT B**T*RD! YEAH HE GOT HIS REST GOD DAMNIT! HE F***ING DESERVED IT!! I STABBED HIM OVER AND OVER FOR LIKE FIVE F***ING MINUTES STRAIGHT!!!
...I calmed myself down after I did a good job of mutilating his body...Then i noticed I had just killed the bartender...So I had to go behind the bar to grab a beer and of course wash Mary...Then I left and walked home..Mary and I have that kind of fun all the time...It's an everyday thing now!.....I once had this friend who told me "That knife to you is like my dad and his car..." ..............I killed him.......End
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 9:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 9:07 pm
My Best Friend Severed Head By: Trevor I first saw him in the guillotine with the blade above his head so sharp and keen.
Then the executioner frowned and said "Its time to die" then pulled the lever and the blade fell down.
The head rolled over and bumped into my feet.
Love at first sight, it was meant to be.
I looked into his eyes and realized he was more then a severed head.
He was a treasure beautiful and red.
I took him home and cared for him like a pet.
I fed him and washed him and did whatever needed.
He played with me and stayed with and pleased me too.
I have never met anything so innocent or so kind....
YOU CAN"T HAVE HIM HE'S ALL MINE MINE MINE!!!
I don't think I would be happy without my best friend severed head.
No better friend then him because he will be with me until the end.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 9:08 pm
The Final Decision By: Trevor Its these kind of decisions that take me right over the edge...You may only have one! But you want both! One or the other!? I have no idea what to do! This just drives me crazy! One or the other!? It just kills me to pick one or the other! I know in the very end im gonna regret my choice in the end! I can't choose favorites! They are both my favorites! What the hell am I suppose to do!? Left Or Right!? LEFT OR RIGHT!?!? I don't know! I have no clue on what to do! What to choose!? They are both oh so tempting but which shall I choose!? Red or Green!? RED OR GREEN!?!? I don't know! They are both just sooooooooo! Gooooooood!! Arrrg! This decision is like choosing between my wife and my car! Its just so hard! It seems to be impossible! Will I ever leave here with a look of triumph apon my face!? Oh how I wish I do but it seems like a wild fantasy at this point of time! LEFT OR RIGHT!?!? It makes a difference doesn't it!? They are both so delightful! I can't resist! They speak to me! Beg me to take them! Never do they taunt me for they know I'll choose the one that is nicest to me! But with all the racket they're making how in the hell am I to decide!?!? SHUT THE HELL UP AND I"LL DECIDE!!.......There..They whisper...I can hear my own thoughts now...My friends say I have a unhealthy obsession...I don't think its that bad...Now wich shall I choose? Red or green? must I decide now? How much time do I have left? I'm just starving my crave for it standing here attempting to decide on one! I need them both desperatly! I must have them both! I'm dying for both! I'll take both! I need both! THATS WHAT I"LL DO!! I"LL TAKE BOTH!!
He opened the glass door and felt the cold breeze apon his white pale arm. He knew he had to be fast so he quickly grabbed both the Mountain Dew and the Mountain Dew Code Red. He then ran faster then had ever ran before and yelled "You'll never take me alive!!". He rushed out the door accelerating he sped across the small desserted parking lot and down the long silent street. He just kept running and running until his skyblue eyes spotted an empty allyway. His legs felt as if they were gonna fall off. He turned into the allyway and slowed down to a walk when he had gotten a good safe distance away from the entrance of the allyway. No one could see him here he was all alone to enjoy the sweet nectar from the gods. The thing that truly tickled his fancy...Mountain Dew...He sat down on the hard dirty concrete ground. His back leaning up against the hard brick wall of one of the buildings that made up the allyway. He was so excited the moment he had been waiting for had finally come...He set the Mountain Dew Code Red down on the ground beside him. Then twisted the cap off the Mountain that remained in his hand to find what he had been longing for so long...The sweet nectar of the gods....along with a.........Buy one get one free cap.....
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 9:09 pm
The Journal By: Trevor November, 13th, 1990, Jim Samson
Today was an exceptionally gorgeous day I must say...Sun was shining bright. The sky was shining blue. Perfect...Especially since I went to the beach today with my family and an old friend of mine, Scott Olson. I was very happy to see him again we all played beach vollyball and swam in the lake. But then scott pulled me away from my family to tell me why he wanted to see me. He said that he needed a place to staybecause his wife kicked him out of the house. Of course I let him stay. I didn't even think about rejecting him, that would be so cold and wrong.
November,14th,1990, Jim Samson
Scott arrived today with his things. I lead him to one of our guest rooms and put his things in there. Most the day me and Scott just talked and caught up with each other. It was so shocking to see how much he changed. Last time I saw him in highschool and he was a rebel...Just weird...yet cool....And now...He is wearing suites and nice fancy clothes. Must be because his career. He went to college for psychology...IIt was a great day...Oh yeah and I'm excited to have some more long talks with Scott. My dear sally is departing on a business trip tomorrow and my little Lisa has school in the morning. Scott and I shall have a nice talk indeed.
November,15th,1990, Jim Samson
My day today was rather odd...Scott didn't seem to be his usual self. I'm really quite worried. He barely ate lunch today and he wasn't as talkitive as he was yesterday...Not to mention he went to bed early skipping dinner...I have no idea whats wrong with him...But I'll see if he wants to talk about it tomorrow...I wish sally hadn't left on that business trip...
The Journal gently closed shut "I'm sorry Jim...Really I am...Will you forgive me Jim will ya?" Scott dropped the journal onto Jims bloody mutilated corpse with half a dozen knives sticking out every which way. All he heard was silence. Nothing even told him it was wrong..."Don't blame me Jim...Its my sweet insanity!" Scott cackled manically for a long while. "Did he deserve to die?...Did he deserve to live?...Do I have any good reasons for killing him?...DO I EVER?!?!?" Again the Scott cackled like a crazed man. Sounding so hideous and evil. "I crack myself up...The house...It's quiet..Too quiet...Do they know I killed him? Are they waiting for me downstairs? No...Sally went on a business trip...And Lisa is at school...Wait...What time is it?" Scott looked up, he was in the kitchen the place was trashed blood everywhere drawers were open from Scott trying to find knives...Just a hideous sight...The Microwave read 3:00 P.M. ..."Lisa Comes home in about 40 minutes!!! ......Well...I guess it's time to sharpen my knives...End...
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 9:12 pm
Ah, And I'm sorry about most of the swearing and stuff, I tried to bleep out the worst on what I knew was there, but I havent read his stories in awhile, the only one I could probably recite is The Noise (my personal favorite) and The Final Decision (my other favorite)
I'm sorry if some of it offends people, thats how he is... Don't down grade him on it, if anything, pretend you agree with him, what would you say if you did? ya know?
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 12:03 pm
Vera_Clindyle The Noise
By: Trevor
(Vera's Bro) Annoying and persistent the noise was. Never seemed to stop and there was no sign that it would. It tries to drive me mad I know...It's been after me for years..They put me on a chain in a small room with soft walls that appear to be mattresses.
With its squeakiness that seemed would have only been created by a rusty door opening and closing. It will bother you after you hear it over and over and over again. No sign of stopping. It's just like when your younger sibling is opening and closing that god forsaken door. And you can't get up and pound some sense into them because you're stuck on this god damn chain!!!!
There are other sounds that that I hear...Still very annoying they are..The sounds and noise make you want to chop off your own ears...I would chop my ears off if I didn't have this straight jacket on...The noise screechy like finger nails scratching on a chalkboard or a blood curdling scream. High pitched and annoying..just another sound that makes me want to chop my ears off or go deaf just to make it stop....
Even without ears it will find me the same old sounds repeated over and over...The sounds engraved in my mind now...I can't escape..And the beating...The thumping and the pounding...Like people stomping there feet with no real beat or pattern...It doesn't sound good...It sounds like someone is coming through the walls to kill me they know I mustn't stay here to rot but die now and stop suffering...The beating...the screeching...and squeaking...My head...It hurts so much...my head is pounding...It hurts to much! I can't handle it!! Make the noise stop! Stop the noise! My head it hurts so much! My head!! Stop the noise! stop the noise!!! I'm begging you!! Stop!! Stop!!I swear I'll be good!! Just make the noise stop please!! They can't make it through your god damn walls!! So I will get out my own way!!
3 Hours Later...
"Oh my.." Said Security guard #14. Security guard #9 rushed down the long narrow dark hallway, a bit worried. He got to where guard #14 was and asked
with much concern "What? What's wrong??."Guard #9 noticed that guard #14 was just peeking into the door and he looked rather pail. Guard #9 stepped into the cell he was looking in expecting something like missing person. But instead guard #9 saw a corpse. "Oh my is right..." said guard #9. "How did he die??" asked guard #9"I'm not sure 9....And I'm not going in there to find out.." said guard #14. Guard number 14 was a damn coward...Guard #9 felt rather irritated by guard
#14s coward ness. "Fine..I'll find out" guard #9 replied.He moved closer the corpse and realized this was one of the rooms where they had to chain people up so the corpse had a collar around the neck...The neck...It was broken..."The guy who killed himself must have been jumping around and trying to land on his head...and succeeded"..Thought to himself..."Yeah..#14 he broke his own neck with the chain on him.....But why??" said #9. There was a long pause of awkward silence and pondering..." I dunno but we best report this..." stated #14."Wait....wait...You hear that? I think its music....Yeah...Its Country Music. End... Wow, that's really creepy. I like it. I like the way he describes it. It's morbidly funny.
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 12:15 pm
Vera_Clindyle Dedicated Lover By: Trevor There she lies looking more beautiful then ever before in her low elevated bed, sleeping time away in her beautiful white gown. Most Men just gape at her like the slobs they are...It makes me sick...I of course do not for she is my love, my better half.
She mesmerizes all men everywhere. A seduction queen she is. Its her dazzling appearance that gives off the most fascination among the men. I mean just watching her lay there motionless and peaceful...She is just so beautiful...It's so hard to turn my gaze away from her and apon another person or thing when I stand here before her silent and peaceful bed. Its just everything about her!
Her long beautiful blonde hair and her gorgeous pale smooth soft complexion! But what really tickles my fancy about her is her body...It's so slender so perfect no flaw what so ever! Everything exactly the right size! Not to big not to small! She is just so perfect...And irresistable...
I just gaze at her with a look of delight on my face. She is my love she is my wife. What times we have shared together, good and bad...Most memories that I contain with my though are negative...Not happy...Depressing...Always fighting always disagreeing on what seemed to be everything! I was always wrong even when I knew I was right!
Times have been really hard...Until this week...This week has been fantastic! She doesn't care anymore! Anything I say makes her happy! Any idea of mine is a great one! Anytime I desire sex I get it!
I just gaze at her...She makes me so happy...So beautiful...I could never live without my love...I look back at this week...It's truly been amazing! Obtaining all of this happiness from my wife has such a simple soloution! Treat her like a queen I did! Through her a party! Then I got her a few pallbearers to carry her around! Then found her a nice good bed put her to sleep and bang! There you have it...Perfect wife...Call me sick go ahead...I'm happy because she's dead!End... You're right, that's really twisted.
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 2:50 pm
Vera_Clindyle I Wish You Died By: Trevor It's people like you who I wish were dead.
I hate you so much I want to chop of your head.
Your existence in this world is useless so just die.
But now that you know what I want so you won't even try.
I want you to weep and plead. Beg for your life, bow down to me. I'll be in charge then, but tis all a fantasy.
Go ahead laugh at my misfortune. Then count to 13 do you still have a head?
My pain is your pleasure just like your death is my treasure.
A joy it would be to watch you fall to the floor dead.
But only in dreams I picture you with such gore and bloodshed.
I'd cut your legs off and watch you fall to the floor.
Then I'd laugh my a** off while you crawled attempting to escape to the door.
You may not die because of me. A dissapointment for me that would be for you may be killed by disease.
Either way you will die so what the hey?
Your death may not be today or tommorrow.
But when it arrives my happiness will surely follow.End... Some of the longer lines didn't flow as nicely as the rest, but overall, nice poem. My pain is your pleasure just like your death is my treasure. I like that line. I would replace "just like" with "as". I think that would flow better.
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 2:57 pm
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