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2020 Book Four: Twisted Stories/Unhinged Poems
2020 Book Four: Twisted Stories/Unhinged Poems
2020 Book Four: Twisted Stories/Unhinged Poems
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2020 Book Four: Twisted Stories/Unhinged Poems

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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 twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. 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...

LanguageEnglish
PublisherMatthew Tonks
Release dateMay 10, 2020
ISBN9780463276112
2020 Book Four: Twisted Stories/Unhinged Poems
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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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    2020 Book Four - Matthew Tonks

    The Stories

    The Infected Insects

    A pretty thing like you shouldn’t keep yourself locked away like a prisoner, you should be flaunting yourself to the world around you like the hot little number you are, hisses Silas through his clenched teeth, a broad intimidating smile across his face.

    Samantha smiles nervously, her hand desperately trying to grip the wall behind her. M-M-My Daddy taught me to un-und-understand that j-j-just because you have something, you shouldn’t make others who don’t jealous.

    Silas laughs loudly, Your Daddy sounds like a weak fucking pussy!

    My Daddy is a far greater man you could ever wish to be!

    The smile drops from Silas’s face and he is upon her in a blur of madness, his hands around her throat. IF YOUR DADDY IS SUCH A HERO TO THE PEOPLE, WHY AIN’T HE HERE PROTECTING HIS LITTLE BABY GIRL, INSTEAD OF HIDING LIKE THE PUSSY HE IS.

    She looks over his shoulder, at the other three men who follow Silas around like poorly drawn shadows, then back to Silas. Daddy was killed a long time ago, and I never said he was a hero, I just said he was far greater than you could ever be, she says coldly, staring deeply into his eyes.

    He chuckles loudly, Well sweetheart, from where I’m standing, your Daddy ain’t nothing but a cum stain on my pants. So why don’t you just turn around and let me and my boys take turns inside that perky little arse! he says as his other hand grips her buttocks and pulls her against him, so she can feel his hard penis pressing against her.

    Do you know how to count? she asks.

    He stares at her in momentarily confusion before he laughs softly. What the fuck does counting have to do with anything right now honey? Unless you want me to count out loud as I thrust myself into you before I spill my nut! he says with a cackle of laughter.

    She smiles wryly, I’m not talking about counting to five, I’m talking about real counting, double figures and shit. Can you do that?

    The smile fades from his face, and he tightens his grip around her throat. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PLAYING AT GIRL?

    I’m not playing, she says calmly as she swallows a mouthful of air with some effort.

    He smiles nervously, You b-b-better not be bitch, because I ain’t anyone you should mess with. Shit girl, I’m probably the one who killed your dear old Daddy! he says, motioning to the others, and they all break out in awkward laughter.

    Daddy would’ve eaten you for breakfast, she sneers.

    YEAH! WELL I’M STANDING HERE, WHILE HE’S IN THE GROUND PUSHING UP DAISIES! NOW TURN THE FUCK AROUND, BEFORE I MAKE YOU! he bellows.

    She smiles faintly, Judas brought forth an ending, wiping the world clean with a disease, and when man still stood on the walls of Jericho, he sent a child to do his bidding.

    Silas takes a step back, still holding onto her by the throat tightly, as his brow furrows, and his lips tremble. W-W-What the f-f-fuck are you on about? he nervously stammers.

    The smile grows upon her face, and she winks at him. The end times Silas, the field being relieved of those that need not be part of the greater good. Just like Daddy, you must be accountable, she says as her eyes light up, and she lets out a high-pitched noise. Before anyone can make a manoeuvre, she explodes in a massive ball of fire, taking all four men with her.

    In a small room some distance away Samantha sits up as lights flicker to life, and several television monitors that sits stacked on the desk in front of her switch on.

    Welcome back online Delta-Charlie-Sixty-Seven, how may I be of assistance? a computerised voice asks.

    Computer, please confirm current status of Silas Dakobe?

    Several seconds pass before the computer responds. "Silas Dakobe is deceased, as is Victor Salshut, Cory Graves and David Hunt, known associates of Mister

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