{4 hrs later}
Genre: Horror
The owner of the Econolodge Motel tossed fitfully in his sleep, unable to reach the comforting embrace of oblivion. He tried, and tried, but the mistress of sleep repeatedly spurned him.
Outside, Tiny began growling, and Jake’s eyes bolted open. Jake had never heard Tiny growl in that tone before … bravery, tinged with fear. Jake sat up, and checked the clock. The Witching Hour. Moonless. Jerking aside the curtains, he looked out nervously. He didn’t have long to wait, as first one, then two, and then two more black Ducati Monsters ominously rolled into the downhill parking lot, with their headlights and engines already off. Time held its breath. Tiny went insane, hurling his corded 160 lb weight again and again at the 1/8â€
Writer's Volleyball 2009
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Promiscuity wasn't on his mind... or was it?
(Genre: in the style of transgressive fiction a la Chuck Palahniuk- Fight Club, Choke, Haunted, Rant, etc.)
Well, of course it was on his mind.
Laugh your Goddamn ass off, but Freddo was convinced that he had never seen a poem as lovely as a gut wrenching climax.
All that filthy stuff in the porn that you don't watch, that's what he was thinking about right now. Right now he had a menagerie menage-et-trois going on his mind. In the girls' bathroom.
Strike that, in the dirty girls' bathroom.
And no, you perv, not the bathroom for "dirty" girls, but just a bathroom that hadn't been cleaned in a long time. And trust me, you find out real quick, particularly in janitorial, that girls ain't prim and proper. Compared to a men's room a woman's room is a toxic waste dump.
Read: discarded feminine hygiene products.
Read: discarded toilet seat protectors.
Also: Urine on, well, places you can't imagine women getting it.
Read: used TP on floor.
So Freddo is right now thinking of his little menagerie menage-a-trois in the dirty girls room, complete with discarded feminine hygiene products- and god knows how they got there cause this is a girl's bathroom at a grammar school- three doors down from the third grade classroom with it's cursive alaphabet taped above the blackboard and the girls that use this bathroom, who Freddo isn't quite sure he's decided even whether or not their involved in the menage-et-trois, they don't need feminine hygiene products.
Not just yet anyway.
You know, give 'em a couple of years.
Then they'll figure out just what in hell that not so fresh feeling is.
But right now, at their age, their about as feminine as a manaquine in the shape of a boy.
Meaning; not.
Not at all.
And Freddo has decided that, you know what, scratch the the kids. Not interested- of course he's filing for later use on that one- but he's keeping it in that bathroom.
And he's got plenty of whips, and chains in this fantasy. A rack, a cattle prod, a 24 pack of amyls.
Three dog collars- though the dog isn't wearing one.
Also a tube of lube.
Strawberry lube.
In real life Freddo hates strawberry lube. Bt in his fantasies he dreams in stawberry.
Freddo, said Kate. What the hell...
(Genre: in the style of transgressive fiction a la Chuck Palahniuk- Fight Club, Choke, Haunted, Rant, etc.)
Well, of course it was on his mind.
Laugh your Goddamn ass off, but Freddo was convinced that he had never seen a poem as lovely as a gut wrenching climax.
All that filthy stuff in the porn that you don't watch, that's what he was thinking about right now. Right now he had a menagerie menage-et-trois going on his mind. In the girls' bathroom.
Strike that, in the dirty girls' bathroom.
And no, you perv, not the bathroom for "dirty" girls, but just a bathroom that hadn't been cleaned in a long time. And trust me, you find out real quick, particularly in janitorial, that girls ain't prim and proper. Compared to a men's room a woman's room is a toxic waste dump.
Read: discarded feminine hygiene products.
Read: discarded toilet seat protectors.
Also: Urine on, well, places you can't imagine women getting it.
Read: used TP on floor.
So Freddo is right now thinking of his little menagerie menage-a-trois in the dirty girls room, complete with discarded feminine hygiene products- and god knows how they got there cause this is a girl's bathroom at a grammar school- three doors down from the third grade classroom with it's cursive alaphabet taped above the blackboard and the girls that use this bathroom, who Freddo isn't quite sure he's decided even whether or not their involved in the menage-et-trois, they don't need feminine hygiene products.
Not just yet anyway.
You know, give 'em a couple of years.
Then they'll figure out just what in hell that not so fresh feeling is.
But right now, at their age, their about as feminine as a manaquine in the shape of a boy.
Meaning; not.
Not at all.
And Freddo has decided that, you know what, scratch the the kids. Not interested- of course he's filing for later use on that one- but he's keeping it in that bathroom.
And he's got plenty of whips, and chains in this fantasy. A rack, a cattle prod, a 24 pack of amyls.
Three dog collars- though the dog isn't wearing one.
Also a tube of lube.
Strawberry lube.
In real life Freddo hates strawberry lube. Bt in his fantasies he dreams in stawberry.
Freddo, said Kate. What the hell...
The Egoist
"Je suis Marxist, avec tendance Groucho."
"Je suis Marxist, avec tendance Groucho."
Genre - newspaper story
LOCAL GIRL RESCUED
After three months, missing 16 year old Misty Valley resident Katherine McClue is expected to be back town today after being rescued from a bizarre cult.
Three adult men were arrested with McClue near the California border, locked in battle with a herd of goats. Three goats, which the suspects insisted were actually Orcs in disguise, were reported killed in the incident.
In addition to being accused of second degree capricide, the men face charges of kidnapping, felony corruption of a minor, and abuse of a classic. “We’re innocentâ€
LOCAL GIRL RESCUED
After three months, missing 16 year old Misty Valley resident Katherine McClue is expected to be back town today after being rescued from a bizarre cult.
Three adult men were arrested with McClue near the California border, locked in battle with a herd of goats. Three goats, which the suspects insisted were actually Orcs in disguise, were reported killed in the incident.
In addition to being accused of second degree capricide, the men face charges of kidnapping, felony corruption of a minor, and abuse of a classic. “We’re innocentâ€
Genre: WOTD crossover and attempt to outpun the Roving Punster
While being taken away by the police on charges of second degree capricide, kidnapping, felony, corruption of a minor, and abuse of a classic, the three suspects started to chant in chorus.
Joining their chorus, Kate chanted with them:
"All that's gold does not coruscate..."
While being taken away by the police on charges of second degree capricide, kidnapping, felony, corruption of a minor, and abuse of a classic, the three suspects started to chant in chorus.
Joining their chorus, Kate chanted with them:
"All that's gold does not coruscate..."
Human is as human does....Animals don't weep, Nine
[i]LMB, The Labyrinth [/i]
[i]LMB, The Labyrinth [/i]
Re: Writer's Volleyball 2009
Poetry:
And all that is muscle does not intimidate
I feel no fear of irrational hate
Why do I stand, you ask?
Because I believe in the good of man
Despite the Devil in the frying pan
But these allusions I must make
I pray the Lord my soul to take
For in illusion I must stand
Holding forth my helping hand...
"Where'd that come from?" asked Mike.
"Well...."
And all that is muscle does not intimidate
I feel no fear of irrational hate
Why do I stand, you ask?
Because I believe in the good of man
Despite the Devil in the frying pan
But these allusions I must make
I pray the Lord my soul to take
For in illusion I must stand
Holding forth my helping hand...
"Where'd that come from?" asked Mike.
"Well...."
In case of stairs, use fire. 