It's Not A Normal Friday 13th 2023

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: Oct 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215735916

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

3000 Days

The droplets run down the outside of the glass and into the puddle that has slowly grown around its base. Hugh lets out a long-exhausted sigh, blowing out all the air in his lungs as he sits, watching the liquid form into a large body of water, half expecting a fish to jump from within at any stage.

W-Where does it come from? he asks.

Where does what come from?

The water. The water on the outside of my glass, where does it come from? he says as he looks up into Luka’s confused face. His eyes quickly scan every ridge and every crevice of the wrinkles that adorn Luka’s face, and with a shake of his head, he pulls himself back into the here and now, then turns back to his glass, and its puddle of water. I mean, nothings left the glass, my drink hasn’t climbed up its sides to escape, so, where has the water, he says as he dips his fingers into the puddle. THIS WATER, come from?

Luka shrugs his shoulders and curls his lips into tightly wound balls. I guess it’s got something to do with the inside of the glass being colder than the outside of the glass. Like, you’ve got your Jack and Coke on the inside that’s all cold and tight, and then you’ve got the room’s temperature playing the FUCK up with the outside of your glass, and BAM! Condensation! Droplets of water pulled out of the MOTHER-FUCKING air and all that jazz! he sings with the vibrancy of a tone-deaf rapper.

Hugh looks back up at Luka, staring at him for several long silent moments, before he smiles broadly. LIKE FUCK IT DOES! You expect me to believe that the water is pulled out of the air! Sounds like some David Copperfield type SHIT to me! he scoffs.

I SHIT you not man, it’s fact of life. See, I don’t make the rules; I just learnt them from going to school.

What’s that supposed to mean? Are you trying to say I’m stupid? Hugh grunts sternly as he thrusts his head back and puffs his chest out arrogantly.

I-I-I, I never said any s-such thing, I just a-a-answered your question. W-Whatever you think I s-said, you’ve g-g-gleaned that from m-m-my words a-a-all by yourself.

Hugh digs a dirty fingernail deep into the back of his mouth and pry’s loose a piece of fatty tissue from between his teeth, then proceeded to chew on it proudly. I KNOW what you said, and I also KNOW when I’m being spoken down to. he sneers, as a vein protrudes from his forehead and throbs violently.

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