A Twisted Kiss On New Years Eve 2017

By Matthew Tonks

You hold in your hands a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know. For scrawled in blood upon the pages are stories twisted thirty-one in all, soaked in promises you’ll never keep. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to reflect, five minutes to deceive, five minutes to do almost anything. A taste, a cut, a fire, a deal. A sickness, a stain, a threat, a kill. Mirrored reflections, a resolution or two. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matthew Tonks
• Release date: Dec 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370541393

Matthew Tonks

Together we ride the steed of madness, along a road long foretold. Do not let the dire consequences scare you from this journey, for it is written, so it must be. We traveller. We explorers of otherworldly things. Let us share our providence, so we may all prosper.Hidden in the depths of it all, you will find your utopia, and it will be a beautiful sight to witness.For I may walk beside you, and I may carry your umbrella in the sun, just don’t expect me to dig you up, when the zombie apocalypse comes...

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A Twisted Kiss On New Year’s Eve

2017

Words by Matthew Tonks

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Art by Garry Williams

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Copyright 2017 Matthew Tonks

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Lost Days

He looks down at them, as they move with one single purpose, to be the first. For being first meant you would not only garner all the rewards, but you would also ensure your own survival. He digs his hand into the brown paper bag, and grabs another handful of seed, then tosses it in front of him. Again they flock from everywhere, moving with one purpose, to be the first.

He allows himself to smile, taking great pride in the fact that these poor creatures might not survive if it wasn’t for him.

You seem pretty happy with yourself? a voice says. He jumps with fright, quickly looking around the dirty run-down park for the owner of the voice only to find no one. He shakes his head and grabs another handful.

It won’t make up for it all, if that’s what you’re hoping, the strange voice says.

This time the old man leaps to his feet, spinning in a full circle, frightening all the birds away with his sudden movements. Who are you? It’s not funny sneaking up on an old man! he yells.

Please excuse my theatrics, I assure you there is no humour intended. I’m just making polite conversation, the voice replies as black smoke oozes up from cracks in the ground and a figure takes shape before him.

He stands several feet above the old man, dressed in a stylish black suit with a deep red shirt. The old man sucks in a breath and holds it. Oh I’m sorry, is this not helping the situation? the man says.

W-W-W-Wh-Wh…

Get your words out Norman! the man snarls.

Norman’s eyes widen and his skin goes pale as his lip begins to tremble. H-H-How do you kn-kn-kn…

Oh for the sake of all that is, how do I know your name? Is that what you want to know? he asks. Norman nods his head quickly. Well what a grand question. Sit, feed your feathered friends and let me tell you all about it, the man says gesturing for Norman to sit. He hits the seat with a thud and begins to quickly empty the contents of the bag in several large handfuls, not taking his eyes off the man, who smiles as his sits beside him.

Do you remember a short time ago, when you begged, pleaded, cried and screamed for help when your beautiful wife Millicent was dying? Do you remember?

Norman’s lip trembles again, and he nods his head.

Remember when you prayed for a miracle, prayed that she be saved no matter what the cost?

Norman nods his head again.

The man smiles once more, and leans towards him, extending his hand to shake. Then Norman, I’ll answer your first question of who I am. I am your cost, he says as Norman stares deep into his eyes and feels flames lick his very soul.

In His Eyes

Why are you so afraid of him? he asks as he sits down next to her. What’s the worst thing that can happen?

We could end up worse off than we are now, she says with an awkward smile, shielding her eyes from the sun as she picks up the bottle of water and takes a large mouthful before passing it towards him. He shakes his head, and she replaces the lid.

Do you think they’re still out there?

Of course they are, she says. They’re waiting for the sun to go down, then they’ll make their move and come for us.

Then we’ve got no choice. Let’s do it!

We could be walking straight into their trap. They could want us there, it’s too risky.

How long have you been stuck there Emily? How long have you wanted to make them suffer like they made you? I came out here to investigate this fucked up cult and Father Lucas, I spent months to get this deep and I’m not going to run. I’m not going to let them continue, not while I have a chance to stop them. I say we go back and we put an end to their twisted fucking world once and for all, lord knows how many others have been where you’ve been. Others forced to do things with them, forced to be their play toys. They won’t be ready for us to hit back. You know it’s the only way, we’ll never survive once they come for us, or they’ll lock us up and we’ll be right back where we started.

Or we could end up in the same position by going back and trying to stop them. I say we keep moving while it’s still light, get as much distance between us and them. Find somewhere we can protect ourselves and wait for them to come.

What’s the difference between what you’re suggesting and what I’m saying?

"We’ll have the