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Location: In my mom's basement, like most of you (Yes, I support stereotypes)
Gender: Male
Posts: 25
Howdy Partners!
Well, let's see were I start this off (processing what my mama tought me.... It's coming... Oh, yes!)
Hey, everybody!
My name is Johnny. You can call me whatever your heart desires. I come from Canada, eh (stereotypes encouraged!). I've been writing for three to four years... Can't be too long ago anyway. I write short stories, distrubing short stories, stories, lyrics, poems and suicide notes (people pay me, I do some free lancing here and there). My writings are sometimes hard to read, hard to focus on, and not because of my horrid grammar but because of my horrid plots and twistes. I'm all to familiar with Forums, for I am sort of a musician and been on plenty of forums. Been lookin' at this one, like it.
I'm also your new favourite prick.
Here's one of my short stories if anyone cares... (hope you guys got spoilers)
Timothy Needs To Go Washroom
It has been two long weeks since Timothy's twin brother, Jeremy, was reported missing. Timothy over heard his parents talking with the police as they told them Jeremy's blood was found near a river bank but his body was nowhere to be found. The family thought Jeremy was dead.
So Timothy sat, holding his teddy bear and chomping at his thumb. People around him were crying endlessly as the priest spoke of Timothy's death and how he was a good kid. Timothy did not shed a tear. He just sat there, watching his mom and dad's face pour down the endless streams of tears. Jeremy and Timothy turned five right before he went missing. Jeremy received a new bike and Timothy also. They shared each other's clothes, smiles and toys. In fact, the bear in Timothy's hand was really Jeremy's old baby toy.
After the long speech, the memorial was over and ever was leaving. Timothy and his parents were the last ones to leave and the priest finally went into his office. His parents soon walked out and Timothy told his mom he needed to go washroom. She remained outside with Timothy's father for a smoke and Timothy walked towards the priest's office for bathroom directions.
He knocked and knocked. The priest still did not answer. Timothy was now squirming. He was about to release, but then he grabbed a hold of the door knob and swung it open. There was no one in the office, but there was another back door. Timothy smelt something quiet unpleasant so he assumed the bathroom was near. He walked towards the door and heard strange noises. He slowly pushed the door ajar and the noise got louder.
Then he shoved it open.
Timothy dropped his teddy and his eyes went large. There the priest was grunting and moaning thrusting at Jeremy's cold, dead corpse. Fucking Jeremy's behind, not noticing Timothy's presence. The priest was finally finished and patted on Jeremy's back. Timothy then noticed a pool of maggots on Jeremy's back, much like they were swimming around. Jeremy's eyes were replaced with the site of maggots and spoiled flesh. His entire was naked and extremely pale, with plenty of wounds on his ribs.
The priest turned towards Timothy, "Oh dear..." Timothy was deathly frightened of the priest as they stared at each other for a few moments. The priest looked as frightened as Timothy did and he walked up to a cabinet and pulled out a something. He spoke with his backed turned, "Your brother was a little feisty brat."
Quickly the priest turned towards Timothy and kept his hands behind his back. With one last look, the priest quickly lashed his arms upward in front of him and shot himself under the chin. Blood shot straight to the roof. The priest fell. Timothy went washroom.
Welcome to WF Johnny! That was definitely twisted, but interesting! Hope you like it here!
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it's a long long road, it's a big big world
we are wise wise women, we are giggling girls
we both carry a smile to show when we're pleased
both carry a switchblade in our sleeves
- Ani DiFranco, from "If He Tries Anything"
also in "Somplace To Be Flying" by Charles de Lint
Location: In my mom's basement, like most of you (Yes, I support stereotypes)
Gender: Male
Posts: 25
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Welcome to WF Johnny! That was definitely twisted, but interesting! Hope you like it here!
aah, most likely I will love it here. Thanks for reading! See ye around the forums! ... doing alot of posting already.
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Welcome to the forums, by the way I hate stereotypes, From Ireland nice to meet you, enjoy the forums.
Hey! I'm glad you hate seteotypes because everyone from Ireland hates stereotypes, don't wanna fall out of the group and become a Canadian or American ... (haha, my sad humour). I'm kidding. That's for the geartings. I already feel warm!
Whatever my lovely stereotype person. You realise by stereo typing you think that because someone is something they are something, thats wrong really wrong, it's nearly the most horrible thing to do, the most horrible thing you can say to someone is your bold and mean it.
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Feel the action.
Laugh at the comedy.
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At www.nickiefleming.com you can read about my books, my interviews with bestselling authors, what I can do for aspiring authors (see 'News') and lots more!
Samples of what I write are to be found at http://users.skynet.be/fa040707/index.html
... (haha, my sad humour). I'm kidding. That's for the geartings. I already feel warm!
