It's Not A Normal Friday 13th 2021

By Matthew Tonks

For countless eons darkness has encapsulated the 13th Friday of whatever chosen month in it's soiled bosom. No month is sacred from the profanity of the days evil touch, and now so is the twisted roads we ride on together.

Find encased in this book 13 tales tainted with the sour moon of a pox ridden Friday mashed up against 13 ill tasting pieces of prose written to tantalize and repulse.

So open the pages, and leap inside the darkness we bring to you, for it is better to volunteer than it is to be chosen...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matthew Tonks
• Release date: Aug 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005631574

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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The Stories

Red Dead Rain

He attempts to swallow the tirade of spit and phlegm that sticks in his throat once again, only this time violently coughing as it grips his throat even fiercer, desperately he looks up at her with blood shot eyes, which only causes her smile to grow grander.

Look at you, she says with salty words, each dripping with an elixir of spite and arrogance. How the mighty have fallen, she hisses as she grips his jaw and pulls him effortlessly to his feet, pirouetting around on the concrete floor in her roller-skates. She stares at him proudly as they spin, then kisses him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. Like a hand searching for a lost item behind the couch, her tongue wraps itself around the ball of mucus that has attached itself to his throat and pulls it free. As she draws herself away, she leaves a spiderweb like trail of spit hanging between them, then smiles broadly, displaying a green jewel that was hiding within the mucus between her teeth, and as he drops to the floor she gently spits it into her hand.

He takes desperate breath, after desperate breath, gasping as if every one was to be his last.

Back in the days before civilization, one such as you would’ve had your hands and your balls cut from your body. she says as her eyes look over the jewel and down to him. What words do you have for me child? What reasons do you have for stealing from my house? she growls as she slowly begins to circle him like a shark does its prey. Tell me why you dared to kidnap one of my children?

Y-Y-Your children? I-I-I, I don’t k-k-know anything a-a-about your ki-kids. I-I-I, I needed th-the money, and I was promised a-a-a small f-f-fortune fo-for one of th-those jewels, n-n-no one said any-anything about ki-ki-kidnapping KIDS! I-I-I, I didn’t t-t-touch your kids.

The smile widens on her face, and her eyes glisten brightly as she slowly glides around the room bathed in its neon glow. A tool is only as good as the user who uses it, and you have been used poorly Duncan. NOW stop your games and face me without this pathetic shell! Face ME like someone proud of their heritage, and not hiding in a snivelling animal that is about to DIE!

His face twists, and his teeth are bared in aggressive fashion. I AM NO SNIVELLING ANIMAL WENCH, I WILL BE YOUR UNDOING! he screams in a voice not his own.

She slides to a grinding stop and grins broadly. "Welcome to the game, I was wondering when you were