A Twisted Kiss On New Years Eve 2018

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: Jan 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005455774

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

2018

Words by Matthew Tonks

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Art by Garry Williams

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Copyright 2018 Matthew Tonks

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Thrice Upon A Mistake

A facsimile of a lie is what you are Devon! Nothing more or less. Your existence began with a mistake, and so will that be your end! Silas hisses, passion surging from his words.

Always you come back to the night you laid with mother. Always the same shit flows from within your failing husk. Throw away these words father. Embrace a new way of thinking and come with me to a world twisted to unyielding power that burns within our lineage. Turn this mistake, into an unquestionable release of the real truth!

I’d rather burn at the stake than to cast my all in with you. I thought I’d made that clear the last time we met! he hisses as he gestures towards where Devon’s left eye used to sit.

He smiles, like all good sons, I forgive my father without prejudice. For he is the one who’s seed gave me life.

A mirror cracked. Blood splattered across the wall. A world crying out in agony. Seas of fire burning everything. These things I give care about, but your fate I do not. So go sing me a lullaby. go break the walls of reality down, just don’t expect me to be there by your side. Expect me at your throat with a blade pressing against your skin, slowly slicing it open to allow your life-giving blood freedom!

And I love you too, father, Devon says as he spreads his arms and lifts from the ground, the room shakes violently, and a volatile vortex of wind pushes itself around the small area. HOW BITTER AN ENDING YOU MUST NOW FACE. BUT KNOW THIS, IT WAS YOUR DECISION NOT MINE!

That’s where you’re wrong, it’s always been headed towards this moment since the day you escaped through your mother’s innards. Though your birth was a mistake, it was still for-told in the ancient text of your ancestors, as is your ending.

Tell me father, in these so-called ancient texts you speak of, was your ending written as well? Please excuse my abruptness with the question, but I’m asking for a friend, he says with a wicked smile upon his face.

Don't Look, Just Run

James, please. It’s not like that and you know it. It was a spur of the moment fling that became something else, something unexpected. If I was truly playing you. If I was truly this harpy you believe I am, would I be standing here before you with my heart on my sleeve?

"There is a certain something to your words that makes me salivate with anticipation, but I can’t for the life of me work