2020TOO Book Two: Twisted Stories/Unhinged Poems

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 twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to wonder, five minutes to dance, five minutes to do almost anything. A winner, a loser, a sex toy, a fake. A thrust, a kick, a butcher, a snake. 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: Mar 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005006808

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

A Special Twist In Nine

Its colour isn’t what I expected it to be, he says as he casts a concerned glance towards Carlisle. Are you sure it’s stable?

Carlisle smiles broadly and flicks his arm forward, snapping his fingers like a gangster rapper. You FUCKING know it brother! My shit is clean and pure, but above all those FUCKING things, my shit is constant and trendsetting. I mean brother, if you’d seen my SHIT out in the wild, you’d know that colour is a thing of tribulation as I’ve got bigger fish to fry, but that don’t mean I’m not a craftsman, wanting to give my skills a constant challenge. FUCK you and your colour critique, because my brother I could make it yellow, purple, orange or blue for that matter if I wanted, but it’s green that lights this fire tonight, it’s green that bathes babes in the woods! My green gunja is gonna set fire to your nervous system as well brother! It’s gonna turn you inside the MOTHER-FUCKING out! he spits with poise and promise, snatching the small vial from Dav’s grasp and shaking it vigorously until it changes colour yet again. He holds it proudly in the air with a broad smile across his dry lips. See MOTHER-FUCKER! My SHIT is special! MY SHIT IS GOLD!

I never meant to sound like I was insulting your goods Carlisle, it was just a concerning query about the quality of what we are discussing. As you know through being a user yourself, we’ve been moving Big Maude’s varilium for well over a decade or more, but with his sudden fall from grace, and Mister Toad’s desire of not wanting to be associated with the lower lifeforms who raise the attention of those above his harem, we have found ourselves looking for a new partner, one who has the ability to understand the tricky political atmosphere that exists around the many business ventures controlled by Toad’s empire, he says as he gestures towards the air that separates them.

Well Dav my old lad, you’ve not only come to the right place, but you’ve also come to the only place that could handle the numbers your boss is looking for. So to keep us both in the red, I’ll overlook your little off-hand insult just this once, but don’t take it as a sign of weakness, take it as a sign of intelligence. For I, as a businessman, would be a dead set fool to shy away from the sort of turnover I could potentially achieve by intertwining my activities with someone as influential as Mister Toad.

Then, we have a deal?

Too FUCKING right we do, Carlisle says as he thrusts out his hand for Dav to shake.

No, that’s not how we do things, Dav says as Carlisle is grabbed from behind by two of Dav’s security officers.

WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK! Carlisle screams as Dav produces a small pistol like apparatus that he presses against the side of Carlisle’s neck.

You must understand Mister Carlisle, it is of course nothing personal, but it is a vital requirement for all of Mister Toad’s employees to be chipped and registered with our security team, especially since the catastrophe Big Maude caused for us all. he says as he pulls the trigger and injects a microchip into Carlisle’s neck, where it quickly attaches itself to the base of his skull as the officers drop him to the floor.

I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU! Carlisle snarls as he leaps to his feet and towards Dav, which only causes him to smile broadly.

I very much doubt that sir, I very much doubt that indeed, he says as a few hundred volts surge through Carlisle’s frame that send him back to the floor once again. Welcome to Toad industries, I am sure you will do Mister Toad proud. he cackles loudly.

Fear Of Context

It’s FARKING stark, that’s what it is, and nothing any of you PRICKS can say will change my FUCKING mind about it! Shaun spits venomously as he holds the blood drenched knife out towards them in a shaking hand.

Theodore smiles broadly and raises his hands into the air, while a sea of red continues to grow from his stomach. Such a violin playing moment, he says in obvious jest as he looks around at the others, then back to Shaun. It would break my heart not to have one, if I had one that is.

W-What? Shaun stammers as he shakes his head in a moment of confusion. "D-Do you mean it b-breaks your h-heart not h-having a violin or