A Twisted Halloween 2018

By Matthew Tonks

Step inside the madness as these 31 short stories send you on a journey of insanity, lost in the fevered dreams of a challenge that lived well past its life span. But don't be fooled, for this is a HALLOWEEN lost on the twisted roads of my madness, and it takes more than a sure footed saint to step inside, without kissing your arse goodbye.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matthew Tonks
• Release date: Nov 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005346539

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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Stay Classy

Stay classy, what the fuck is it supposed to mean? I mean seriously, when some fucking numb skull gives you a wink and says, stay classy kid, how the fuck are you supposed to take it? I guess to really understand the meaning behind something, you really have to know what sort of situation it was used in, then you'd know what it was used to reference in the first place, and thus understand it’s end meaning.

Are you confused yet?

Well let me give you a quick rundown on my experience, and it starts and ends with local mobster, Frank Galboni. You see, old Frank gave me a wink and a click of his fingers and said those fucking words, stay classy, all while two of his goons had their pistols embedded in either side of my skull. Did I deserve to be in a position like that? Yeah maybe. See only a few short minutes before all this took place, I was one finger deep inside his eighteen-year-old daughter while her twenty-year-old sister blew me off. I was trapped within the perfect storm, and Frank walked in while I was letting lose my seed in her mouth, and that’s how I ended up on my knees, dick out and pistols to the head.

That's when it all happened. As Frank was walking away, he turned to me, winked, clicked his fingers and said, ‘stay classy kid.’ Now I’ve got to be honest, those words confused the fuck out of me, because I couldn’t figure out if he were secretly patting me on the back for scoring the way I had with his two daughters or not. Everyone knows Galboni likes to play around on his wife with as many pieces of tail as he can. Not that she complains, she knows what he does but she wants for nothing, and she can have anyone she wants when she wants, and I know it's true because I’ve been there. Two nights before all this happened, I turned up because an old pal of mine worked for Galboni and was trying to help me get some work. Anyway, the next thing I know I’m face deep between her legs, covered in her juices as she’s slobbering over my cock. Galboni didn't have a problem with me that night, he even gave me a job out of how well I serviced his wife, so why crack the shits over me doing his daughters? But that’s all here nor there, the worst part is that I knew I should’ve just kept my mouth shut, but I needed to know what he meant by the stay classy remark. It was probably heightened by the fact that I knew his two goons were going to put their bullets into my skull, so I took a quick breath and called out.

Mister Galboni, can I ask a question before your boys make a mess out of my head? I called out, Galboni took his hand off the door handle and after a few seconds he turned around and stared me down.

What?

The stay classy line, I've got to ask. Did you mean it as a good thing? Like you did good kid. I liked the way you scored with those bitches. Or did you mean it in a sarcastic Al Capone, your dead sort of way?

Seriously kid, did you just call my baby girls bitches?

I know, I know, it shouldn't be what's worrying me. I know it should be your boys and their toys that should be my real concern. But fuck me, I can't get past that stay classy comment. Please, you've got to let me know what you meant?

Kid it meant nothing. It's just a fucking saying you stupid FUCK! he yelled as he drove a baseball bat down onto my head. I still don’t ever remember seeing him pick it up, but obviously he must have, from somewhere. Anyway, I felt the first two hits, and they hurt like fucking hell, but after that it was pretty much nothing. As I lay there, not feeling a thing, I couldn’t get that line out of my head, and that’s when it happened. The old fucker keeled over after he brought the tenth swing of the bat down upon my cracked open skull. Seems the godfather had a bad ticker and it just fucking stopped, too much stress I presume. The poor old fucker fell face down in a puddle of my blood, dead as a door nail. But it was in that moment that I finally understood, and I’ll tell you something, he looked fucking classy all the way.

Cold Start

The rain pours down relentlessly from the heavens, crashing into the roof of the small cabin as if it were trying to tear its way inside. In the distance lightning bursts down into the ground like a fist, smashing the land violently, followed by the murderous clapping of thunder. Inside the cabin David Savage places his glass down onto the table and looks up at the three men who sit with him, he takes a deep breath and looks back down at his half empty glass.

Avoiding dealing with this is not going to make everything work out, you know that don't you? one of the men says.

No shit, but I don't have an answer.

Of course you do, we've given you your options. So just fucking acknowledge it and kill the bitch, another says.

It's not that simple, you don’t understand. I-I-I love her.

Bullshit, you don't love her, you never have. She knows too much, and that endangers everything we've worked so hard to build. Do you want all of it to be destroyed by her meddling?

Shut up! You don’t know the truth, you don’t know what I feel.

"Get with the program you pathetic little boy, we know exactly how you feel. You can’t hide anything from us, she’s only ever been cover, nothing more than a way for you to seem normal, to fit in. Shit David, even the bitch knows we need to get rid