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‘Monsters Come In All Sizes’

07 Friday Nov 2025

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It is another scorcher in southern Texas not far from San Antonio and ten year old Caleb Matthews is enjoying his summer vacation despite the heat and isolation.

With blonde hair, blue eyes and his favorite pair of faded blue denim dungarees Caleb from a distance could easily be mistaken for a modern day Tom Sawyer or Huckleberry Finn but let me tell that this tiny farm boy from Texas is nothing like the two historical figures he is mean and cruel and is to be avoided at all costs and if you are unlucky enough to get close enough to look deep into his eyes you will see but darkness as black as black can be.

Today Caleb is wandering down a worn dusty track surrounded huge live oak trees towards a creek that meanders through the families large cotton ranch in Dripping Springs.

Due to the drought the creek is but a trickle, Caleb doesn’t notice cause all he wants is to sit in the shade for a while and hopefully a cricket or a cockroach will get close enough for him to snatch up and eat or take home to dismantle at his leisure.

Every now and then a tufted titmouse or a yellow kiskadee would swoop down for a drink but they to didn’t hold much interest for Caleb but just when he was about to head home for lunch when a kite lands twenty feet from with a bright yellow insect in its mouth.

Caleb’s skin tingles with anticipation when the bird dropped its meal on the bank of the creek which was a huge mistake because a young killer like Caleb doesn’t need a written invitation for a chance of a midday snack.

After scaring the kite away he bends down and picks up the struggling insect to devour but something about the black and yellow stripped bug stops Caleb, in his tracks.

After a closer inspection he decides to take his catch home so he shoves it into the bib of his dungarees before heading home.

Along the way the insect recovered from its ordeal crawls out but it doesn’t fly away instead the creature makes its way up before settling on Caleb’s bare shoulder.

At home Caleb is greeted by his ma who astonisably hasn’t noticed that he has a passenger on his shoulder ‘Caleb you really should wear your cowboy hat because after all we are in Texas and more importantly it will keep the sun off your face.’

Caleb nods in agreement as he swallows a bite of his bacon and egg sandwich ‘Okay ma i will but where is pa? I haven’t seen him for a couple of days now.’

He went over to Dallas to buy some parts for the tractor he should be home tomorrow, now take your lunch upstairs while I clean up.’

After picking up his plate Caleb turns back’ Ma why is it so cold in here i am covered in goosebumps.’

Feigning ignorance Mary responds’ Is it cold? Can’t say that I have noticed the thermostat must be broken, when your father gets back I will tell him to fix it.’

Once her son is out of earshot Mary mutters’ Fix it? what a laugh the only thing that that asshole could fix was a horse race and even than the dumb prick still lost.’

After making a cup of coffee Mary unlocks the walk in pantry and gazes happily at her naked dead husband silently swings from a meat hook bolted to the roof.

As sips her beverage the harried housewife sweeps her stringy brown hair back from her face than lets her mind drift back to the fateful day a week prior when her fourth husband Ronnie arrived home in a panic yelling ‘Honey I have lost everything at the races, you will have to sell all of your jewelry to keep the wolves from the door and I will sell my vintage car collection.’

Mary is in the kitchen washing the dinner dishes and after hearing what Ronnie had to say her eyes stared at the meat hook in the pantry left over from a bygone age.

When her husband runs into the kitchen wearing his best business suit Mary grabs him by the shoulders to calm him down’ Everything will alright Ronnie you’ll see, now tell me Ronnie how much do you weigh exactly? Bewildered Ronnie blurts out ‘what does that have to do with anything but if you must know I weigh 190 pounds or thereabouts.’

Mary who only weighs 175 pounds sizes up her target before she pounces on her husband lifting him up off the ground ‘Stop struggling Ronnie, sometimes you act like a little boy, you’d think I was trying to kill you or something.’

On entering the pantry Mary begins to run out of puff but after taking a few quick breaths she lifts her husband’s squirming body a few inches above the hook than with a mighty effort Mary slams Ronnie’s body down onto the meat hook.’ there Ronnie, now that wasn’t so bad after all was it? now you just hang around here for a while and i will go upstairs and ask Caleb if is his up for some chocolate ice cream and I bet he is.’

‘Goodbye dearest hang tight.’

After escaping the arctic freeze downstairs Caleb still a little worried about the whereabouts of his father strides over to the windowsill where his collection of insect body parts sit proudly.

Soon he is joined by the yellow jacket and all thoughts about his pa are put on the back burner.

Caleb is happy to see that the wasp has recovered after almost being devoured by the hungry kite and his smile widens when his friend takes flight again circling his room to strengthen its wings.

After looking over to make sure that his bedroom door is locked Caleb reaches under his bed and pulls out an old green hold all that he found hidden in an abandoned barn.

Expecting to find a shit load of boring papers or maybe some old vinyl records imagine the surprise Caleb had when he opened the bag to see three gleaming human skulls surrounded by packing material.

‘What you been up to Pa?’ Caleb wonders as he strokes one of the skulls tenderly ‘When you come home pa and when I am bigger we should team up and become one of the worst killer duo’s the world has ever seen.’

Downstairs Mary has got off the phone with an auctioneer who is in the process of selling her jewelry and all of Ronnies cars and when he said that the sale of the cars should have been done with Ronnie himself present Mary offered him a huge commission which quickly shut him up but Mary knows that one day will talk so when all of the money has been deposited into her account she will to pay him a friendly visit.

A couple of days later Caleb is sitting at the kitchen table a huge plate of scrambled eggs and a few slices of a weird tasting bacon substitute ‘Ma what is this bacon substitute actually made from?’

‘I’m not quite sure honey probably tofu or something but don’t worry if you don’t like it I will cook you something else but I must say that it is an acquired taste but the texture reminds me of a meal of spicy canine i ate in Thailand years ago.’

It takes Caleb a few seconds to understand what his mother just said but when he does Caleb races towards the bathroom as fast as his little legs will take him. ‘I am joking Caleb’ Mary laughs at her fleeing son but her face suddenly hardens ‘Toughen up Caleb or I will leave you here hanging beside your father.’

After returning from the bathroom Caleb tries to dodge his mother but she smiles sweetly and hugs him tight’ That joke was in poor taste Caleb and I apologize from the bottom of my heart.’

‘Now what are your plans this morning?

‘I was thinking that I would down to the creek and catch myself a huge bass or two.’

Without waiting for a response Caleb rushes outside grabs his fishing pole and wanders off towards the creek.

Just as he about to reach the track the wasp makes an appearance landing on his masters shoulder’ Hello buddy I thought that you were gone for good so welcome back.

Realizing that he hasn’t named the wasp yet Caleb thinks for a moment before remembering one of his pa’s favorite TV shows from when he was a kid ‘Welcome Back Kotter’

‘Come on Kotter lets go catch us a fish or two because I am getting mighty tired of eating the mystery meat that ma has been serving up lately.’

The water level of the creek is still too shallow for catching good sized fish but Caleb knows that further downstream is a big lagoon but it is mighty close to the neighbors fence line but it is a risk worth taking.

He just hopes that he doesn’t run into the pair of redneck cousins that live in a ramshackle shack located a mere 100 yards away as the crow flies.

Leroy Croce is an 18 year old albino with pink eyes like a rat but he is built like a sumo wrestler in training so he isn’t one to mess with.

His cousin Angus on the other hand is as skinny as a rake and stands an even 6′ with jet back hair that Caleb heard comes from a Native American who passed through town 14years ago leaving a stain on the earth behind him.

After baiting a hook with two juicy worms Caleb casts deep into the lagoon then sits back to wait but after twenty minutes he is getting mighty frustrated so he grabs his pocketknife and begins to sharpen the blade keeping one eye on his fishing line.

Once the blade is honed to perfection Caleb starts to doze off not hearing the freaky cousins as they sneak up behind him ‘Well well well Leroy this pecker head has decided that it is wise to fish in our lagoon, what do you think we should do with him’

‘Leroy has no idea what his cousin just said so he grunts a reply whilst struggling to stop his huge belly from dragging along the ground.

Angus is clearly the leader so Caleb focuses is attention on him and all the fear has gone that he had for Leroy and Angus is gone now that he has seen the pair up close ‘First off numb nuts you are trespassing on my families land and two I don’t take kindly to being threatened by the likes of you and lard ass over there, now fuck off back to your reservation so I can get back to my fishing.’

‘Whoa strong words little man now go sit on that log and open up because are about to suck on some prime indian cock.’

Pretending to be interested Caleb sits on the log making sure that his pocketknife is hidden from view ‘There you go boy get started before I kill you instead.’

‘Is that a turtle neck you’ve got there Angus because it looks like it is retreating back into its shell at a fast rate, maybe you should get your mama to coax it back out.’

Leroy erupts with laughter causing his belly to wobble like a huge tub of jello ‘Stop laughing Leroy or you can suck my cock after little man has finished.’

Yeah come sit next to me Leroy, I’m sure that this won’t be the first time that you have gobbled down on your cousin’s teeny weeny man bits.

Leroy’s jowls turn crimson with anger ‘ Angus you told me that when we were together that it was our own special secret so how does Caleb know?’

‘Shut up you idiot I haven’t told anyone.’

Now it is Caleb’s turn to laugh ‘I swear you two are dumber than a bag of rocks.’

Before the two cretins can react Caleb slices open Leroy disemboweling the huge redneck than he grabs Angus by the gonads severing them with one slice.

Covered in blood and gore Caleb calmly shoves the genitals down Angus’s throat ‘Suck on your own cock asshole.’

Leroy whimpers in pain crying out for his mama unaware that his insides are slivering on their own accord towards the lagoon ‘Sorry that it came to this Leroy but you left me no choice but on the positive side, you have never looked slimmer.’

Leroy offers a ghost of a smile before slipping away to the other side.

Angus is still alive when Caleb approaches his eyes pleading for mercy ‘You will get nothing from me Angus not even a goodbye.’

‘May the birds pick your bones clean after the bears and coyotes have had their fill.’

Caleb’s fishing pole is doing a merry dance telling him that a big fish is on the other end ‘Holy fricking hell’ Caleb laughs as he quickly reels his catch to the bank.

After making sure that he isn’t leaving anything behind Caleb bends down and picks up his huge black bass that must weigh at least 10 pounds.

A noise behind him startles Caleb for a second ( His first thought was that the cousins had come back to life) but he soon relaxes as he watches two big black bears dragging the cousins by the back of the neck into the forest.

Once past the danger zone Kotter decides to make an appearance landing on Caleb’s shoulder ‘You aren’t much of a bodyguard Kotter but I guess your time will come.’

Close to home notices that he is covered in gore and flesh and instead of wiping it off he puts a few pieces into his mouth and as he chews on the morsels Caleb realizes that he has tasted something similar recently but he can’t quite put his finger on it.

Kotter decides that it probably wise to stay outside for a while so he flies off leaving Caleb on hos lonesome to face the music but the youngster is beyond caring what his mother thinks anymore so after discarding the bass on the front porch he strides in ‘Sweet lord Jesus’ Mary shrieks’ Did you decide to wrestle a bear or annoy a honey badger Caleb and how in the hell do you think that I will be able to get those bloodstains out of those dungarees, I am not a miracle worker you know.’

‘Now lets out to the kitchen and you can tell all about your adventure.’

Caleb suddenly realizes that his mother is nuttier than a fruitcake but he follows into the kitchen where on the table sits a large green hold all.’

Seeing that her son is about to flee Mary grabs him by an arm and tells him to sit down ‘Don’t worry Caleb you aren’t in any trouble, now talk.’

‘Well me and Kotter were down by the creek’ ‘Hang on Caleb who in the fuck is Kotter? Mary bursts out laughing ‘Don’t tell me son but is Kotter your new imaginary friend? What happened to the last one? Did you disappear in a puff of smoke or run down a hole following Alice into wonder land?

Caleb gives his mother a stare that shuts her up real quick ‘Do you want to hear about my day or what?’

Mary nods her head and Caleb tells her how he killed the two cousins from next door with his pocket knife gutting one and castrating the other ‘Did you bring any meat home with you Caleb it would taste good in a stew.’

Yeah ma I did bring some meat home I caught a bass its out on the patio, I thought that we could eat it for supper tonight.’

‘We shall eat it tomorrow Caleb because I already have supper in the oven, you will love it i promise, I call it hamburger surprise.’

Caleb doesn’t reply because his attention has shifted to the green bag sitting proudly in the center of the kitchen table ‘Yes Caleb imagine horror when I went out to the barn to pay homage to my first three husbands who I cherished dearly only to discover that the bag containing their skulls was missing and lo and behold where do you think I found them Caleb? ‘That’s right under your bed beside your porn mags and also Caleb while you are here, tell me about the weird insect collection on your bedroom windowsill.’

‘Um I don’t know ma, maybe they flew inside one day and couldn’t get back out, then they most likely died from starvation.’

‘That will do for now Caleb now how about we have a small bowl each of my hamburger surprise and save the rest for supper?

As he eats Caleb smiles for the first time in weeks ‘this actually tastes good ma the meat falls right of the bone, Pa would love it.’

‘He sure would son but you know I think that there is a small piece of your father in every bowl.’

After he has finished eating Caleb turns to his mother ‘Okay mother where is Pa? And this time I won’t the truth.’

Mary ponders for a few seconds before answering ‘You asked for it Caleb so here goes, your father is currently hanging from a meat hook over in the pantry.’

‘So that is why it is always so cold in here? Caleb asks as he stares at the closed pantry door.

‘It is okay Caleb the dead can’t hurt you, go and have a look.’

With tiny steps Caleb walks over and opens the pantry door and silently stares at the mottled flayed body of his pa twisting on the meat hook ‘Oh my God I have been eating pa’s flesh all this time haven’t I ma?’

For once in her life Mary is lost for words but finally utters ‘Yes we have Caleb, now how about we have another bowl of hamburger surprise and talk about it?’

Caleb nods his head because even though he hates himself for it after tasting human flesh both raw and cooked he now has an appetite for more.

While mother and son eat the remaining casserole Mary outlines her plan on how to escape ‘Caleb you have murdered two people so the cops will soon come knocking.’

‘I told the ranch manager a few days ago that due to pa’s disappearance that I have forced to sell up plus i sold all of his cars and my jewelry so along with money from that and from the ranch’s sale we will have quite a tidy sum to survive on until we find our feet someplace else.’

‘Why did you do it ma? Why did you kill pa?

‘I didn’t kill your pa Caleb he committed suicide. ‘Yeah right ma am I supposed to believe that?

‘Believe what you want to believe Caleb but it is true I swear on the graves of my first three husbands.’

‘Last Tuesday I was making coffee when your father walked in and without a word he stripped down naked grabbed a kitchen chair and climbed up on it than he reached up grabbing the rafter in the pantry and with lighting speed he impaled himself on the meat hook.’

‘Bravo ma’ Caleb laughs clapping his hands ‘That a good story you should get a job writing for the San Antonio Times, now tell me the truth and nothing but the truth.’

‘You have always been a little too big for your britches Caleb but alright, your father’s eyes began to stray instead of keeping them on the main prize namely me so he had to go.’

‘Now go upstairs and take a long hot shower and afterwards he will feel refreshed ready to take on the world.’

As he showers a million thoughts swirl around Caleb’s brain but in the end he decides to stick close to his mother and see where their next journey takes them.

Early the next morning the duo pack some of their belongings in Mary’s Mercedes Benz station wagon turn back to say a final farewell to Ronnie Matthews than Mary idles the car down to the front gate.

After opening the gate Caleb buckles up ready for the next stage ‘Huh Caleb sit still and whatever you do stay calm, now don’t look but you have a huge yellow jacket on your left shoulder.’

‘I know ma, let me introduce you to Kotter the friendly wasp.’

‘If you say so Caleb, now lets hit the road but first I need to make a pit stop in town on a personal matter.’

Mary can’t believe her luck as she pulls in right out the front of Brett Furguson’s Auctioneer’s office ‘Hang tight Caleb, can I borrow your pocketknife for a moment I have a feeling that I might need it.’

Behind the reception desk sits Daphne Prine a skinny alabaster skinned 80 year old spinster who still sports a beehive hairstyle that was popular back in the 1960’s.

Good morning Daphne I just need to have a quick word with Brett for a moment if you please.’

Daphne purses her lips in distaste ‘I am sorry Mrs Matthews but Mr Furguson is booked solid until the end of the month and make sure that you make an appointment before you come back.’

‘Now don’t get a bee in your bonnet Daphne, let me have a look at your appointment ledger for this morning.’

Once Daphne reaches for the ledger Mary opens the pocketknife plunging the blade into the old bags hand pinning it to her desk.

Daphne’s mouth opens and closes like a goldfish but no sound comes out ‘I tried to be nice to you but you decided that rudeness was the way to go’ Mary scolds turning the ledger around ‘Well look here Brett is free all morning, so you are a liar as well as having no fashion sense.’

Hearing voices outside his office Brett Furguson comes out front to see what is happening and on seeing Mary he takes a step ‘Well look what the cat dragged in, what can I do for you Mary?

‘Well Caleb and I are about to go on a road trip so I need to make sure that the funds from the auction have gone into my account before we leave.’

‘The money from the sale of your jewelry was deposited into your account without any problems but Ronnie’s fleet of vehicles are being held in storage until I personally get an okay from your husband but all attempts to contact him have gone unanswered.’

‘So until I hear from Ronnie the sale of the vehicles will not proceed so please tell your husband to contact this office ASAP to discuss the matter so I am sorry but it looks like you have made a trip into town for nothing.’

Wearing a smug expression on his face Brett grabs May’s arm attempting to steer her towards the exit but then he notices Daphne slumped over her desk with a knife pinning her to it.

Forgetting all about Mary Brett rushes over to his and begins checking for a pulse ‘You crazy bitch, lucky for you it seems that Daphne has fainted, now stay where while I call the police.’

Mary has no intention of sticking around, instead she bounds forward frees the knife plunging it into Brett’s right eye killing him instantly.

Then Mary calmly puts a hand over Daphne’s nose and mouth until she too has died, then she sets fire to the office’s furnishings and carpet to destroy evidence.

Caleb is getting bored sitting around doing nothing, so his relief is evident when his ma finally appears ‘Time to get out of dodge Caleb before all hell breaks loose.’

THE END

Part two coming soon.

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Bush Pig

18 Saturday Nov 2023

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blood, boar, bush, bush pig, cutters, death, horror, knife, pig

‘Where in the fuck is the old fool, he should have been here an hour ago.’

38 year old Edgar Perkins the works manager at Grantchester meat works located in the northern tablelands, NSW, Australia is a bit peeved to say the least.

It is 42 degrees celsius on Friday afternoon and all Edgar wants to do is go to the pub and sink a few beers, have a flutter on the horses and maybe chat up Sally behind the bar but instead he is stuck at work at 4.30 waiting on a delivery of pigs.

A Yarrowitch local Edgar is built like a rugby front rower with a face bent out of shape from packing into far too many scrums but looks can be deceiving because Ed is as gentle as a lamb except if you get on his bad side because he will quickly put you back into your place or flat on your back if the need arises.

The frustrated slaughterman lights a cigarette as he paces around the holding yard but his mood brightens when he hears the sound of Mac’s old truck entering the meatworks.

‘Sorry Edgar but a had a hell of a time loading the truck this afternoon the damn pigs got spooked by a huge black bush pig that has been hanging around my place so in the end I had to sedate the animal and it took three people to drag it onto the truck and Edgar I don’t mean to be dramatic but this pig is one mean fucker so be careful when the sedative wears off because it has a pair of cutters that could inflict huge damage.’

Edgar doesn’t normally slaughter wild boars because of government health regulations but the meat would keep his dogs fed for over a week ‘I need to separate your pigs from the boar Mac so once we unload yours drive your truck around back and I will put the boar in its own pen.’

‘Will do Ed and I wasn’t joking about that bush pig he is a mean one so lets be careful okay?’

Around town the pair are known as Laurel and Hardy because while Mac is short and thin with brown wispy hair who usually wears a suit even though he owns a farm and his knee deep in shit most of the time while Edgar has always been big for his age and likes to take charge which causes people to label him a hot head but nothing could be further from the truth because deep down he is a big softie who would do anything to help someone in need.

After opening the tailgate twenty pigs happily trot out into a holding pen not knowing that their time on earth will come to an end.

In the back of the truck a huge black pig full of ticks is quietly snoring with his head resting on his front legs ‘

What are you worried about Mac mister ham hock here looks as gentle as a new born lamb.’

‘Don’t be fooled Ed that pig is crazier than a cut snake so put a bullet in his head while he is sedated than we can drag him out.’ Mister ham hock as you call him is the meanest critter to ever walk on earth and that includes the huge croc’s up north.’

‘Okay settle down Mac, now go drive us around back while I stay here and keep an eye on bacon boy.’

As the truck bounces along the gravel road the bush pig is shaken awake but the wily beast pretends to be still asleep just waiting for the right time to attack and rip the two humans into shreds.

When Mac returns he notices that Ed is crouching mighty close to the pig ‘Stand back Ed and go get your gun and put a bullet in the fuckers head before he wakes up and realizes that he is about to be smoked pickled and sent on a one way trip to sausage town.’

‘Don’t be such a pussy Mac while bacon boy is still dreaming about getting it on with miss piggy I want to check out his cutters.’

Edgar is a great mate and a pillar of the community but he isn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed so he completely ignores his friends advice and creeps even closer to the bad tempered porker ‘I have been slaughtering pigs for over twenty years Mac so i know what I am doing but to put your mind at ease I will bleed him out before taking his cutters.’

When he hears the knife being removed from the sheath the pig knows that it is in eminent danger so with lightening speed he explodes into action.

Edgar manages to dodge out of the way but old Mac isn’t so sorry and he is quickly brought down when a cutter slices through the back of his leg but the pig isn’t finished with him yet.

It charges and rips Mac open from groin and stomach causing his entrails to spill onto the straw floor than to Edgar’s horror the pig begins to eat his friend alive gorging on the blood and human meat.

Mac screams for help but Edgar knows that there is little that he can do to save him, so he darts forward and plunged his knife into the belly of the beast but the pig didn’t even flinch instead it continued to gobble down huge chunks of flesh like it was dining at an all you can eat buffet.

By this stage Edgar was in a complete panic not knowing what to ‘God how could I have been so stupid? Mac warned me over and over how dangerous this pig was but instead I acted a fool and now my friend is dead.’

Edgar shakes his head to help him concentrate, he grabs his mobile phone from his shirt pocket to ring 000 but it slips from his grasp and lands with a thud which causes the pig to look over with cold black eyes than to Edgars disbelief it lowers its head and charges like a bull in the ring.

Edgar turns to run but he to is brought down but somehow he manages to hold the pigs head with his left hand but the pig quickly swivels and chopped down on his fingers severing four only leaving the thumb intact.

‘Jesus lord have mercy’ Edgar screams and thankfully this distracts the pig giving Edgar an opportunity to scramble away and for some unknown reason the pig instead of resuming the attack trots to the back of the truck down the ramp and makes its way towards the Gummel Gulf National Park.

Edgar can do nothing but wrap his injured hand with his shirt and ring the cops on his phone which he quickly located.

As he told the operator about his emergency Edgar stared at the pig running as fast as his little trotters would take him.

When it reached the edge of the scrub the pig turned back and porker and human looked at each other for a few seconds before the pig disappeared into the bush.

This bush pig now has the taste for human flesh and he likes it.

Hunting humans is about to become a blood sport.

THE END.

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‘White Raven’

04 Saturday Nov 2023

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blood, jail, juvenile hall, killer, knife, misery, murder, shame, shank, white raven

The following is about a killer being shadowed by a white raven.

On the evening of 26th January 1975 fourteen year old Mortland Arbuckle is out riding his brand new Schwinn bicycle that he got for Christmas along the bank of a river on his way home from school.

He could be considered good looking if not for his greasy blond hair and an unpleasant demeaner that comes with being a spoilt rich kid.

The Arbuckle family is well known in the oil and gas industry across the globe so young Mortland takes it as a given that the family name will protect him from any consequences due to his actions.

Mortland has a secret and he hopes that the river has hidden all evidence of his misdoings because he fears that even his daddies money won’t save him this time.

Yesterday was bright and sunny and Mortland was in a good mood because after weeks of asking the most popular girl in his class, Erica Ellis, a happy sweet girl from a loving family agreed and so after school the pair went to a secluded spot on the banks of the river.

Mortland was anxious but hopeful of finally losing his virginity and after necking and fooling around a bit the pair finally got down to it but Mortland’s inexperience frustrated the hell out of Erica ‘What are you doing? a ten year old boy would be a better fuck than you, now get off me before I scream.’

Ashamed by his ability to perform or and Erica’s harsh words Mortland in a fit of fury places his hands around her throat and squeezed down until Erica’s face turned purple and one of her eyeballs popped from its socket and hung down her cheek.

Panting heavily Mortland looks around in a panic but luckily for him no one is around so he quickly filled Erica’s coat pocket with pebbles and began to drag her towards the raging river but hearing voices approaching he covered the corpse with pine needles and went home.

Now as he approaches the spot Mortland half expects to see that animals have uncovered the body but luckily for him they haven’t so he scraps the pine needles away and notices a gold bracelet on her left wrist that will be a good souvenir but while he fumbles with the clasp he is interrupted by a loud CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW.

Up in a nearby tree a white raven stares down at Mortland with menacing yellow eyes causing him to stumble and fall in fright but he is an Arbuckle after all so he works up the courage and drags the body down to the edge of the water.

Looking back to see that the raven wasn’t about to attack Mortland bent down and rolls the body into the swirling water where it sank to the bottom.

After the deed was done Mortland rode his Schwinn as fast as he could without looking back even though he could sense the white raven following him than just as he entered his street the raven swooped down biting off a piece of Mortland’s right ear before flying away.

White ravens are rarely seen in Massachusetts and according to folklore the raven will ‘Fly to the end of the earth to avenge a wrongdoing and that the bird will never forget the face of the wrongdoer’

As he opens the front door Mortland is hoping to avoid his mother Patricia but no such luck ‘Mortland Arbuckle the third where have you been and why is you face covered in blood?’

‘Come here Morty and let me take a look.’

‘I have told you a thousand times Mother that my name is Mortland not Morty ‘but upon seeing that his mother is genuinely distressed he softens. ;Sorry for being late momma but I had a fall from my bike and luckily I only have a few scrapes.’

‘I don’t know why you ride that horrible contraption when we have a chauffeur who can drive you to and from school in the Rolls Royce.’

Mortland loves his mother dearly but she can be a bit of a diva ‘Momma if you didn’t want me to ride a bike why did you buy a bike for Christmas? but just to make you happy I will let James drive me to school for the rest of the semester.’

Thank you son now go take a shower and I will have chef prepare you a meal.’

After showering and eating a mushroom Souffle Mortland goes up to his room on the third level to play video games and watch TV but he can’t concentrate so after a few minutes he lies down on his bed to relive his first kill.

Lowering his pants Mortland begins to stroke himself with Erica’s gold chain draped over his throbbing penis and as he strokes himself faster and faster he fantasizes about the killing knowing that the police will be powerless if they do arrest him.

He is one happy camper on the verge of exploding when a series of tapping coming from outside his bedroom window causing his cock to shrink into obscurity.

Seeing that his bedroom is on the third level Mortland knows that it can’t be someone playing around so he creeps over to the window and pulls back the curtains and is horrified to see a lock of blond hair and a human eyeball glistening on the sill.

Mortland knows that his ghastly items could only belong to Erica who he saw with his own eyes sink to the bottom of the river so how in the fuck have they turned up on his window outside his bedroom?

Mortland opens the window and grabs the ghoulish items the hides the hair under the bottom drawer of his dresser than he fills a glass of water from his ensuite and drops the eyeball into the glass.

After placing the glass on his bedside table Mortland goes to close the curtains but takes a step back when he notices a white shape in a nearby tree and when he presses his face against the glass a white raven comes into focus and Mortland knows that it has to be the same bird that he saw at the river who than followed him home and bit a chunk from his hair and now has left items from the burial site on his window sill.

He knows that this bird is now a mortal enemy but he can’t do much about in the middle of the night so he closes the curtains but as soon as he does CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW.

Mortland knows that he wont get much sleep tonight so after getting back into his bed he rolls over and stares at the floating orb and again his mind drifts back to when he squeezed the last breath from Erica’s lungs and as he relived the moment Mortland again began to fondle his penis and a few minutes later he climaxed into a wad of tissues and than drifted off to sleep and he slept all night seemingly without a care in the world.

Mortland is bored out of his mind as his science teacher Miss Fischer drones on and on about the periodic table or some shit but his classmate Samual Jenkins soon wakes him up ‘Hey Mortland have you heard about Erica Ellis’ getting no response the geeky black student continues ‘She has been missing but apparently the police found her body floating in the river and get this, she had been strangled and one of her eyeballs has been taken either by the killer or an animal.’

Mortland tries to stay calm at this latest development but he can’t stop his hands from shaking ‘Hey Morty are you Okay? I didn’t think that you and Erica were that close.’

‘I am good Sam but can you shut up for awhile I am getting a headache.’

Miss Fischer is still waffling on when the vice principal Mister Blackmore enters the room and after a quick word with Miss Fischer he takes charge ‘Sorry children but I have some bad news, as some of you might have known Erica Ellis didn’t arrive home from school yesterday and unfortunately the police located her body was found down by the river this morning.’

Most of the students begin to cry at the news while others sit dumbstruck.

‘Please everyone I know that the news is very distressing but you need to gather your belongings and make your way down to the cafeteria.’

‘The police are already there and I am sure they will have questions so please tell them everything you know about Erica’s movements after school yesterday”.

Mortland is tempted to try to make an escape down the back stairs but that route is blocked by a few burly cops so he has no choice but to follow the other kids down into the cafeteria.

The thirty bewildered school kids quickly settle down at a table pretending not the notice the twenty police officers stationed around the room.

The officer in charge, Det Corboudt, a grizzled middle aged man wearing a crumpled coat holds up a hand for silence ‘First of all I sorry for your loss, I have been told that Erica was a very popular girl withlots of friends and she will be missed by all of her fellow classmates and the entire facility.’

‘As you can imagine her family is devastated and I have told them that I will leave no stone unturned to catch the culprit responsible for their daughters murder.’

‘You will all be spoken to individually and after you have been interviewed you will be allowed to go home but please remain on the school grounds until a parent or guardian come to collect you.’

Twenty nine of the students are stunned at the news of their friends murder and some are visibly upset when Corboundt adds ‘Also a gold bracelet that Erica always wore is missing plus a piece of her remains is yet to be located.’

‘Now please remain seated until one of my officers pulls you aside to ask a few questions.’

For the next ten minutes Samuel talks non stop while his classmates are interviewed one by one and Mortland is tempted to wring his neck like he did to Erica but the white noise also helps him to concentrate on coming up with a lie when his turn comes.

The cafeteria is now half empty with only a dozen students still waiting to be interviewed and it is eerily quite when a commotion near the front entrance causing everyone to turn that way CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW.

The white raven flies into the cafeteria and begins to circle around and around getting lower with each pass.

Mortland knows that this has to be the same white raven that has been terrorizing him so he tries to shrink in his seat but deep down in his black soul he knows that the jig is almost up.

When the raven spreads its wing to land one of the students out ‘What in the fuck has it got in its mouth?’

Det Corboudt whispers ‘Sweet mother mercy it is a fucking eyeball.’

The raven lands on the table occupied by Mortland and Samuel and walks ten feet and stops directly in front of the child killer where it than deposits the eyeball front and center causing Samuel is scream in horror but Mortland doesn’t even move a muscle and still doesn’t when the bird suddenly attacks leaving deep bloody grooves down his face.

Then the white raven stares at the killer school boy before taking flight out from whence it came.

Det Corboudlt and five other officers immediately surround Mortland to prevent any attempt at escape than the detective with menace in his voice asks ‘Well son what do you have to say for yourself? Tell me what you know about the murder of Erica Ellis and than I will have your injuries attended to.’

‘You know what I did motherfucker so enough with the questions but my name is Mortland Arbuckle you have probably fill your car with Arbuckle oil so stick that where the sun don’t shine Detective, now I have nothing else to say.’

Before he can be placed in handcuffs Mortland picks up the slippery eyeball and swallows it down whole ‘Um tasty, now Erica will be with again until tomorrow when I will shit her back out.’

Finally shackled Mortland grins as he is lead away but he can’t resist having a parting shot ‘My daddy will make sure that I will never spend a single day behind bars what do you think of those apples motherfucker.’

Three months later despite boasting that his families money and connections will keep him out of jail 15 year old Mortland Arbuckle was sentenced to serve three years in juvenile hall until he reaches the age of eighteen when he will be transferred to an adult facility for the rest of his life.

As soon as he arrived at juvenile hall Mortland made it his intention to become top dog and two months later after numerous fights and threats to the other delinquents he emerged victorious and he also learnt that father had come through for him and has bribed a few of the guards to look after his son and allow him all privileges.

Now knowing that he protected Mortland spends his days attacking the other boys and having the weaker ones perform sexual acts on his person.

Even after a guard tells him that they can’t out for him 24/7 so he better pull his head in or someone is likely to chop it off Mortland continues to abuse the system.

A year later Mortland is out in the exercise yard enjoying an hour of sunshine annoying the shit out of the three guards on duty when he is broadsided from behind and falls to the ground stunned which causes the guards to burst but they soon quieten down when Mortland gives them a dirty look.

The white raven responsible for the attack flies in circles around its target before swooping down and unleashing a fecal bomb onto the middle of Mortland’s raised forehead.

CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW .

Enraged he orders one of the guards to bring him a towel and after wiping the deposit Mortland smiles as he looks at the raven perched on a railing just out of reach ‘Alright little birdie so you like to play dirty do you? Well just remember two can play that game.

The white raven gives the killer a look of pure hatred before flying away.

CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW.

As he is led back to his cell Mortland puts on a brave front but inside he is shaken by the fact that somehow that bird broke into his room and stole the eyeball and brought it to the school cafeteria causing him to be arrested and now almost a year and a half later it appears out of nowhere causing him to lose face in front of the guards.

Mortland despite being top dog is now a little nervous so he decides to become a white raven in spirit.

The next morning as soon as his cell is unlocked Mortland ventures down the corridor into the cell of 16 year old from Boston named Lonesome Pete Peterson who despite being deeply disturbed has a reputation as who to go to if you want some ink work done.

Peterson who sort of looks like the blues guitarist Kenny Wayne Shepherd isn’t at all happy to see the top dog in his cell meekly asks ‘What can I do for You?’

Mortland who is in a good mood replies ‘I am looking to get a tattoo and I heard that you are the best.’

‘Okay let check my appoints for the day’ after a few seconds the psycho continues ‘Sorry but I am booked solid for the rest of the week, how about 9am next Tuesday?

Seeing that Mortland is in no mood for jokes Peterson quickly calms the water ‘Well what do you know looks like I am free after all so take a seat and lets get started.’

After perching himself on the edge of the toilet Mortland says that he wants a tattoo of a white raven on his upper left arm.

While he works Peterson whistles the Neil Young classic ‘Cortez The Killer’ which isn’t to Mortland’s liking so he decides to start a conversation ‘So tell me Peterson how did you end up with the nick name Lonesome?’

‘Well is a funny story but three years ago me and a few buddies were in my room at home playing Minecraft and the three of them thought that it would be a good idea to laugh at me as I struggled with the controls and so after a while I had had enough so I picked up my baseball bat and smashed the fuckers into a bloody pulp and when the cops kicked down my door I was there on my lonesome.’

‘Now shut the fuck up and let me concentrate on my craft or the needle might slip, by accident you understand.’

Mortland heard the implied threat and put it in the back of his brain for safe keeping and he walks out an hour later with a cool tattoo.

Over the next eight months Mortland to the surprise of everyone becomes a model prisoner spending his time visiting the library and adding to his tattoo collection.

Now he is covered from head to toe in white raven tattoo’s in varying sizes.

On the morning of his transfer to an adult jail Mortland is escorted to the wardens office by two guards ‘Take a seat Mister Arbuckle’ demands warden Mitchell who Mortland was hoping to kill before his time was up but alas ‘I must say that I have been mighty impressed with your attitude lately so I wish you well and who knows if you knuckle down and stay out of trouble you might get released in about fifty years time.’

The warden gives Mortland a smug look ‘Now get out of my sight before I can come up with a excuse to have you executed.’

‘Thanks for your kind words warden dickwad, I hope that you catch a deadly disease that slowly eats you alive, have a nice day now.’

The pair of guards drag the enraged prisoner out of the room and push him towards his cell ‘Why do you always push your luck you crazy bastard now go gather your belongings and no funny business you hear.’

‘Oh and by the way your father sends his regards and he told me to tell you that your time in jail will be brief and he has plans for your escape so hang tight.’

When they approach Peterson’s cell Mortland asks if it would be alright to say goodbye to his friend ‘Yes but back it quick and we will be right outside.’

‘Hello Mortland what brings you here this fine morning?’

I am being transferred this morning so I thought I would come by to say goodbye and thank you for all of the great body art.’

Peterson is a bit put off by Mortland’s friendliness but he stands up to shake hands and Mortland takes the opportunity to lean in close and whisper ‘Nobody disrespects me Peterson nobody.’

Before the terrified boy can pull free Mortland slips a sharp shank from his sleeve and drives it between two ribs killing him instantly.

‘Goodbye motherfucker sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite.’

Trucks and Haynes are both visibly shocked emerges holding a bloody shank ‘Hide this for me’ Mortland demands as he hands the weapon to the smallest guard a rat faced man named Warren Trucks.

Derek Haynes a huge black man who;s uniform threatens to burst at the seams grabs Mortland by the arm ‘You have just put me and Trucks in deep shit so tell your father that your little escapade will cost him an extra $500,000.’

‘Consider it done asshole, now get out of my face before I ring daddy and tell him that you two twerps have mistreated me because if I do the pair of you will disappear in the wind never to be seen again.’

Haynes and Trucks don’t say a word because they have both seen what the young offender is capable of so after handcuffing him to a seat in the back of the van that will take to the adult jail they go back to clean up the mess that Mortland left behind.

Fifteen minutes later after all of the official paperwork is completed the van leaves juvenile hall on its way to Bridgewater Penitentiary.

Ten miles into the journey the van is run off the road by a huge military style jeep and eight men jump out brandishing automatic weapons and after a brief shootout the driver and guard quickly surrender.

After the pair are restrained one of the men retrieves the key ring but it takes him a few minutes to find the right key and when the door finally opens he is confronted by an angry prisoner ‘What time you stupid fucker, now get these cuffs off me before I kick your teeth in and leave you for the buzzards to eat.’

The man shakes his head in disgust and quickly removes his balaclava ‘Daddy what are you doing here?’

‘I am here to rescue you, you ungrateful piece of shit.’

‘I wanted to leave you on jail but your mother insisted that you were worth saving so come along a helicopter will be here shortly.’

‘Good I can’t wait to get back home and give her a hug.’

‘Are you some kind of idiot? There is a price on your head so home is where the authorities will go first.’

The sound of an approaching helicopter drowns out any further conversation and after the copter lands father and son quickly board and strap themselves in.

‘Where are we going daddy?’

‘I am just along for the ride but you are going to Alaska and don’t even think about coming back to Massachusetts or anywhere on the mainland for that matter because if you do I will have you shot and buried in an unmarked grave.’

‘Mortland you have brought nothing but shame to the Arbuckle name and reputation and for that I banish you to a life in the wilderness but and again this is your mothers doing you will be given an annual allowance and a room in a motel rent free.’

‘Also when we land I will hand you $10,000 but remember if you ever come back I will have you hunted down.’

Mortland balls his fists in a fury, how dare the old fool talk to me like that but he manages to hold his contempt inside and two hours later they land in Alaska.

Mortland now 18 years old is now without a family and without hope but it is all his own doing not that he would ever admit anything.’

Arbuckle senior hands hi an envelope full of cash ‘Goodbye son may misery and sorrow be your constant companion through the remaining days of your life because that is all that you gave to me and your mother.’

As Mortland watches the helicopter he makes a vow to himself ‘One day old man I will return and when I do I will make you watch as I bring the Arbuckle business empire crashing down and when you are all penniless my final action will be to skin you alive while you scream for mercy.

High up in a tree a white raven looks down on his enemy, he to is seeking vengeance.

THE END.

Part Two coming soon.

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Goiter

10 Saturday Aug 2019

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australias got talent, blood, doll, dummy, horror, knife, ventriloquist

I haven’t been feeling quite like myself in the last few weeks.My stomach is bloated and i have been experiencing nights sweats plus i have a strange craving for anchovies on with ice cream.

So i am either pregnant or going through menopause but i am a 35 year old male so i can safely rule out both of these options.

After a weekend of more pain and discomfort i was glad when i woke for work on Monday morning i was feeling like my old self again even though my stomach is distended and sore.

I put on a shirt a few sizes too big ,brush my teeth and head out the door.

But as i open my car door i double over in agony and barely make it back inside.

I frantically try to call 000 but in my panic i cant find my mobile phone so i stumble into my bedroom and collapse on the bed hoping like hell that the pain will pass.

But the pain gets even more intense and i watch in atonishment as the buttons on my shirt pop and my stomach swells like a watermelon.

Than with surprisingly little pain my belly button opens and a baby of sorts enters this world.’Hello my name is Audley Creed are you my daddy?

‘Holy shit’ not only have i given birth but the little fucker can talk’Um hello Audley my name is Bernie Torrence and i suppose i am your daddy.

Audley yawns with indifference and promptly falls asleep.

As my newborn sleeps a thousand questions echo around my brain.

If i wasn’t pregnant than where in the fuck did Audley come from?

How in the hell am i supposed to look after a talking baby?

Plus how can i explain my situation to all my family and friends?

As i ponder these thoughts i am just grateful that Audley didn’t come out through my pee hole because that really would of hurt.

Audley wakes up demanding to be fed’Jesus being a new dad is hard work’

I cradle Audleys head as i carry him into the kitchen where i put a straw into a carton of milk and and put it in his gob.

He suckles greedily for a few minutes before letting loose a huge burp that shakes the rafters.

‘Daddy i know my name is Audley Creed but can you tell me where i actually come from?

I feel sorry for the little tike and i get a little emotional’Audley i wish that i could answer your question but i cant’

‘We were literally joined at the hip so until i work things out we will just have to do the best we can’

But that isn’t good enough for Audley and he continues to ask question after question.

In frustration i go to put him down on the couch and hopefully he will quieten down when i realize that he is stuck.

Audley and i are still literally joined together and whether him or i like the situation he is now permanently a part of me.

Just then my mobile rings and it is Tery Connelly my 2IC at work.

I am the manager at the local supermarket and right now i wish i was at work instead of standing here arguing with an annoying goiter.

‘Hi Terry sorry i didn’t call you but i was in a car accident this morning and i am OK just a bit shaken up but i should be back in a couple of days’

As i tell Terry a load of bullshit to keep him off my back Audley continues to argue and holler in the background.

‘Bernie i thought that you lived by yourself ?is someone with you?

What? Oh no Terry i just have the TV a little too loud’

‘I will call you tomorrow afternoon to let you know when i will be back ,bye’

I have a hand pressed over Audley’s mouth to keep him quiet and i am tempted to leave it there but when his face goes a little green i relent.

‘Listen up Audley and listen good,i am in charge of this household not you so please keep your mouth closed until you learn some manners’

For once in his short life Audley has nothing to say but i can see that he is seething.

His eyes are burning with fire and i feel his anger towards me.

At that moment i remember a movie i saw years ago called ‘Chucky’s Revenge’

It was about a creepy doll that came to life and went on a murderous rampage.

My balls tingle and my throat constricts when i realize that maybe i have my own Chucky on my hands.

There is no way that i can return to work anytime soon so i ring my area manager and tell him that i need to take some long service leave to sort out a family problem.

‘Torrence if you aren’t back at work first thing tomorrow morning don’t bother coming back at all because your services will no longer be required’

Well i don’t take to kindly to threats so i tell the arrogant prick to stick his job where the sun doesn’t shine.

So now i am unemployed with a mortgage to pay plus i am attached to an argumentative growth who thinks that he is Charles in charge.

After a few weeks of bonding and getting to know each other the tension between us lessens and we become kind of close.

But in the back of my mind i can still see the image of Chucky the killer doll .

Even though it is good to be able to sleep in every day i still have bills to pay so i need to get a new job and quick.

But as i browse the job vacancies i come to the conclusion that there isn’t a great demand for a retail manager with a built in special helper.

Then i have a light bulb moment.

Audley might not be suitable for my old profession but he is perfect to become a built in ventriloquist dummy.

All i have to do is convince Audley Creed.

‘I ain’t no dummy you arsehole so go and fuck yourself’

Oh come on Audley all you have to do is say a few words every now and then so we can make some money’

Because remember that if i don’t eat then neither do you’

Audley’s tiny head wrinkles in concentration as he ponders my statenent but when he realizes that he has little choice he reluctantly nods his head.

We practice our routine over and over for days on end until we get it down pat.

Audley is a natural comedian with what i would call a dark sense of humor.

So after a few try outs at some local pubs where me and Audley get a great reception i decide to audition for Australia’s Got Talent.

The audition goes better than i expected so i am excited to say that ‘Torrence & Creed’ will soon be appearing on national television.

I celebrate the occasion with a few friends at my favorite Italian restaurant where i enjoy a huge plate of lasagne with a glass of red.

Audley has his first taste of pasta and seems to be having a good time then the mood turns sour when he annouces’Bernie i think that our act needs a name change’

‘Torrence & Creed just doesn’t sound right i think that we should be known as ‘Audley Creed& Friend because i am obviously the star of the show’

I can’t believe what i am hearing’Why you ungrateful bag of shit,i literally brought you into this world and you have done nothing but bitch and moan ever since’

Now you have the hide to order a name change unbelievable’

If i wasn’t in a public place i probably have strangled the turd there and then.

Instead i order a shot of tequila and slam it down’Get that into you Audley you annoying little puppet’

I stumble to bed around 3 am drunk but still wide awake and i am pleased to say that Audley is looking a little green around the gills.

‘Jesus Bernie how much did you have to drink last night? i feel i shit’

Just a little mexican ju ju juice Audley and if you don’t start behaving yourself i will feed you a lot more and completely fuck you up’

Audley doesn’t reply and i notice that he has fallen asleep so i to succumb to the inevitable and close my eyes.

But i am soon awoken by a excruciating pain in my stomach.

Audley is clutching a huge knife in his grubby little hands and has used it to slice me open and separate his body from mine.

Now he stands on my chest as a ugly little monster then he slides in my blood and wraps his hands around my throat and squeezes’Thanks for everything Bernie but you have lived out your usefulness but now it is time for you to say goodbye’

I am desperately trying to break the stranglehold as the crazy as bat shit little turncoat continues to talk and squeeze the life out of me.

Luckily i manage to grasp a pair of nail clippers from the bed side table as my breath slips away.

I look into Audley Creed’s eyes as he continues to squeeze and ramble on and i know that i only have a moment before he crushes my Adam’s apple.

The clippers are slipping from my grasp but i manage to keep them in my grasp and plunge them into Audley’s right eye.

He screams in agony and curses me in every language known to mankind.

Then he scampers away leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

His blood glistens in the moonlight like a beacon and i am tempted to follow but i haven’t got the strength plus who knows what other weapons the one eyed midget might have at his disposal.

Then another thought enters my head.

Will the little fucker flee or return to finish me off?

To find out come back and read part two.

Because if you don;t then Audley Creed wont be pleased not pleased at all.

THE END

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Good Little Doggie ( Part Two )

04 Friday Jan 2019

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blood, dog, dog attack, hospital, knife, survival

After six operations and a three month stay in hospital I am finally ready to go home.

Because of the injuries to both ankles I now walk with the aid of a walking stick.

But I am determined to lead a normal life.

I was hospitalised after being attacked by a vicious Chihuahua whilst out walking in my local park.

The part devil part cujo cross set upon me without warning and chewed through my tendons like a great white biting a seal.

And I would have died if it wasn’t for the help of a bystander who stopped the bleeding until the paramedics arrived.

Now at home I am popping pills like candy and drinking way too much.

The drugs dull the pain in my ankles but do little to silence the demons living inside my head.

I know that you are all thinking that I should have been able to fend off an attack by a small Chihuahua but I have a history with dog attacks so once the Mexican mongrel started to chow down my mind just shut down.

The first attack happened when I was five years old and I was walking home from kindergarten when a german shepherd jumped a fence and took a chunk out of my left ear.

Then ten years later I was mauled by a mates afghan called sasha who broke his chain and honed in on me like I was a bag of kibble.

I tried to fight the mutt off but he was too big and he bit down hard and gnawed off the little finger on my right hand and swallowed it.

And now the Chihuahua attack makes three.

I don’t know the reason but dogs of all breeds and size seem to think that I am a human lamb chop covered in gravy ready for a taste.

But before I go any further let me introduce myself.

My name is Percy Lupe and I am 25 years of age and I reside in a southern suburb of Sydney.

I live alone because I don’t want to put anyone else in danger .

I know that another dog attack will happen sooner then later

When or where I don’t know.

I have now been home from the hospital for 28 days and I still haven’t ventured outside.

My food and alcohol is delivered to my front door and a nurse checks on me every two or three days and I pay all of the bills online.

But I crave the sunshine and the great outdoors and I hope one day to be able open my front door and walk outside.

Plus none of my neighbours own a dog so that day may happen soon.

And on the morning 35 days after coming home I wake determined that today is the day.

There is still a dark presence in the back of my mind but I push it aside and make a cup of coffee to calm down.

I swallow a few painkillers and sit on my couch to wait for the mailman to arrive.

My nurse usually brings my mail but to collect my own mail gives me a good reason to go outside.

Then at ten o’clock I hear the familiar sound of the postman’s motorbike and I watch as he pushes an envelope into my letterbox just fifteen feet past my front door.

I lean on my walking stick and just stand there looking out at the world listening to the birds and I hear one of my neighbours mowing his lawn.

My feet refuse to budge for fifteen minutes before my right hand reaches out and opens the front door and I step out onto my porch for the first time in months.

I look up and down the street about twenty times before I take a deep breath and venture out towards my letterbox.

I grab the mail and turn back when I hear a dog barking nearby.

WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF

Panicking I see a kelpie baring down on me from across the road but my walking stick gets stuck in the grass and I crash to the ground.

The dog hits me and takes a chunk out of my arm before I somehow manage to scramble to my feet.

But the dog still has a hold on me ‘Good little doggie if you let go of me now I promise not to kick the shit put of you’

But the kelpie pretends not to hear me and bites down even harder but then I realise I am still holding onto my walking stick and I swing it as hard as I can and connect with a crack.

“Hey you fuck wit what have you done to my dog?” I look over to see an old lady approaching from across the road.

The dog in question has recovered from my blow and runs away whimpering to its master. ‘ I have a good mind to ring the police or report you to the RSPCA’

I hold up my arm to show her the damage ‘Are you blind you old bitch? Your dog attacked me and I was only protecting myself so fuck off before I call the police’

I make it inside and slam the door on the old fool and her dog and I am tempted to call the cops but I don’t want to attract attention so I bandage my arm and take a few more painkillers.

I lay down on the couch waiting for the pills to kick in and close my eyes knowing that I am safe behind closed doors.

But I only snooze for about an hour before I am woken by a knock on my front door.

I lay hoping that the person will just go away but no such luck ‘Jesus Christ why cant the world just fuck off?’

Looking out through the blinds I notice the old bitch who’s dog just attacked me.

I want to ignore her but she is holding a huge chocolate cake in one hand while she continues to knock with the other.

Well I am addicted to chocolate so I relent and open the door “Sorry I have brought you a peace offering, I don’t know what got into Daffodil she is normally so gentle’

Daffodil? I cant believe that she has named the vicious creature Daffodil but I can almost taste the chocolate cake so I invite her inside.

After I brew some coffee and slice the cake I introduce myself ‘Pleased to meet you Percy my name is Ruby Conner and I am glad to see that Daffodil hasn’t hurt you too much’

‘Thanks Ruby but I didn’t even realise that you owned a dog’

‘Oh I have only had Daffodil and she is an indoor dog so you weren’t to know and I must say that I was surprised to see you outside and you have a walking stick were you in a car accident?”

I want to tell her to mind her own business but I can see that she is genuinely concerned so I open up and tell her about the dog attacks and how the Chihuahua ripped out my tendons so that is why I use a walking stick and have a fear of dogs.

Oh you poor thing if I had known I would have come over earlier and introduced myself but I thought you just preferred your own company’

Ruby and I are getting better acquainted when we are both startled by the sound of a dog howling and rush to the front window and see Daffodil howling to the sky.

Ruby is shaking her nerves are shot ” What is happening to Daffodil? She is usually a quiet gentle dog that is why I picked her.

‘It is me Ruby, Daffodil to howling to the dogs in the neighbourhood and once they form a pack they will be coming for me’

And sure enough Daffodil is soon joined by a Doberman a bull Mastiff and a huge Irish Wolfhound.

I push Ruby towards my bathroom ‘Ruby stay in here and I will call the cops and don’t come out until they arrive’

Once I know Ruby is safe i walk into the living room to call the cops but my phone isn’t on the coffee table where i usually leave it but then i remember that it is on charge in the kitchen.

I grab it and try to swipe the screen but i am shaking so much i drop the phone on the kitchen floor and before i can retrieve it the front window explodes in a shower of glass and the four dogs scramble inside.

All i can do is grab a knife off the counter and turn to face my fear ‘Alright motherfuckers bring it on’

They attack in silence and surround me in a vicious circle nipping at my ankles to bring me down.

I slash and cut with the knife and soon the Doberman and Bull Mastiff back off and retreat to lick their wounds so that leaves the Wolfhound and Daffodil.

The Wolfhound attacks from the front while Daffodil continues to worry my tendons and because they aren’t fully healed they snap and i collapse to the floor.

‘Holy shit’ I know i am now in a whole lot of trouble so i just thrust the knife back and forth hoping for the best but the Wolfhound manages to get a grip on my throat and shakes its head trying to finish me off.

I am losing a lot of blood and the knife slips in my hands but i manage to get a grip and i stab up and luckily the blade pierces the mongrels heart and it drops dead.

But in the commotion i had completely forgotten about Daffodil but she soon had my whole attention.

She has chewed through my left wrist and it hangs like puppet with broken strings.

The pain is unbearable and Daffodil runs around my prone body nipping and tearing at my flesh before she too moves in for the kill and bites down on my already destroyed throat.

‘No Daffodil stop’ I am barely conscious but before i surrender to my maker i see Ruby swing my walking stick and send Daffodil to hell .

Then my heart says enough is enough and the blackness takes hold.

It is Christmas and i have just got home from hospital where i stayed in the same room i had last time.

Ruby is looking after me and tending to my needs she has become a good neighbour and a great friend.

I sit in my wheelchair and listen to Ruby as she tells me again that the doctors gave me nine litres of blood and for a week it was touch or go if i would pull through.

I smile but don’t answer and not because i don’t want to but because i cant.

My throat is to badly damaged and the doctors have told me that in all likelihood i will never talk again.

But they managed to reattach my hand so at least i have one limb that works.

So i am sure that with a bit of rehab and some TLC i will be almost as good as new.

THE END

In the distance if you listen closely you can hear a menacing howl and it is getting closer.

Thanks for taking the time to read my story and could you also consider making a donation to go towards my goal of becoming a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

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Salvatore Salvatore’

21 Friday Jul 2017

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glock, hit man, knife, murder, new york, sadness, suicide

A bright red Ducati 848 pulls into a parking spot near a theatre on the corner of 31 st & broadway new york city.

Riding the machine is Salvatore Salvatore’ a ruthless hit man who will kill anyone if the price is right.

Salvatore revs the engine as he waits for his target to exit the theatre for intermission.He is a smoker so soon he will emerge for a nicotine fix.

As Salvatore waits he pulls a glock 3×4789 revolver from his jacket pocket and screws a silencer in place.

He doesn’t have to wait long because soon the theatre doors fly open and some of the patrons come rushing outside.

His target lights a cigarette and Salvatore recognises him right away,he guns his bike and inches forward in the traffic.

When he is level with the mark he raises his arm and fires a single shot into the forehead of his victim.

Then he gives his ducati full throttle and disappears into the night

At home a few hours later Salvatore is relaxing at home waiting for an email to arrive to confirm the hit and payment into his overseas account.

And an hour later he is $ 100,000 richer and proud of a job well done.

Salvatore is 42 years old 6′ 2” tall weighing 180 pounds with black wavy hair and an athletic build he likes to wear hand made italian suits with gucci shoes.

He could be a banker or an accountant on their way to work but he is anything but,he also has the ability to blend in with the background nobody notices him he is the ghost that walks.

Salvatore is riding his ducati around manhattan taking in the sites when his cellphone vibrates in his pocket.

Someone else needs killing.

He parks his bike near central park and has a seat on a bench and starts to read the email from his boss.

The client is a Mrs Anne Bartelli who is tired of her husbands womanising and she wants him gone.

She will pay $ 150,000 if her husband suffers a slow and agonising death.

Salvatore prefers to kill nice and quick but for that type of money he will do what the client requires.

A week later he arrives at the Bartelli household dressed as a plumber and knocks on the door.

A middle aged man answers ‘Yes how can i help you?’ Salvatore answers ‘ Mr Bartelli? I am hear to fix your leaking toilet’

Bartelli starts to answer when Salvatore pulls his glock from his toolbox and tells his target to step back inside and Salvatore follows him in.

Salvatore ties Bartelli naked to a chair with a sock stuffed into his mouth and gets to work.

And for the next hour Salvatore goes about his business with a minimum of fuss.Using every tool in his toolbox he inflicts more pain than any human can handle and thankfully Bartelli loses consciousness.

Salvatore decides that enough is enough and quickly finishes the job and slices Bartelli’s neck open from ear to ear.

Then he packs up his toolbox and leaves without being seen.

But he has been seen.

Upstairs looking through the railings is a five year girl too stunned to make a sound.

Little Emily was supposed to go to school today but she talked her daddy into taking her to the zoo instead.

Now she is so traumatised she cant move a muscle as she watches her daddies killer walk out the door.

For the next decade Salvatore has performed over a dozen more murders earning himself a lot of money.

And with a savvy business mind and investments Salvatore now has more money than he could ever dream of.

So he treats himself to a porsche and large yacht that he approporiately names ‘Salvatore”

While Salvatore has been making his millions Emily Bartelli has been in and out of institutions.

She is still so traumatised that she hasn’t uttered a word since witnessing her fathers murder ten years ago.

Today Emily is walking along the jetty towards the waters of hudson bay.As she walks she admires all of the boats moored at the marina.

And she remembers the times that her father used to take her fishing out in the bay.She smiles to herself for a second as she remembers the good times.

Than her she looks over to a boat called ‘Salvatore” and the man tending the sails.He looks vaguely familiar.

Than her heart starts to palpitate.Surely her eyes aren’t playing tricks on her.

It has to be the same man.The man who killed her father.

Emily emits a low growl from her throat and utters the first word that she has uttered in ten years ‘murderer’.

She silently climbs aboard the ‘Salvatore’ and launches herself at the killer

Salvatore senses movement behind and turns around,but a second too late.He is hit hard and his feet get tangled in the ropes and he and his attacker both land in the water.

Salvatore desperately tries to free himself from the ropes and his attacker but he is losing the battle.And after a few minutes he breathes his last breath.

Emily holds on to the killer and watches as his eyes glaze over.She smiles to herself she is happy now.So she lets go and slowly sinks to the bottom.

Now she and her father are together once again.

In the house where Emil’s father was killed a lonely widow sits weeping.

Because of her spite she has lost her daughter.

She has lost everything.

THE END

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Nasty Piece Of Work

18 Saturday Feb 2017

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bully, jerk, knife, nasty, vulnerable

I live the lifestyle of the rich and famous.

Even though i have no money of my own.

I am 37 years old now and i haven’t worked a day

in my life.

I eat the rich and lay around all day.

Why should i work when other people can pay my way?

I was born under a full moon on Friday the 13th 1981.

My parents have told me that i was born bad.

And that i have been an arsehole ever since.

But i don’t care what other people think.

I just do what i please.

I just chop and chop until i bring them to their knees.

My devious ways got worse when i started school.

When i had a hundred other kids to pick clean.

They never knew what was happening.

I used every trick in the book to line my pockets.

I cheated at marbles and used stand over tactics.

And soon my pockets were overflowing with their lunch money.

And sometimes i even ate their lunch as well.

School can be good but i made it a living hell.

At high school i didn’t worry about playing games to get money.

I just used my fists and size to get what i wanted.

But fighting is hard work i used to work up a sweat.

Why couldn’t my family have money and live in the right

neighbourhood.

But y’know i kind of like being bad.

Fuck being good.

I have become a despised little jerk.

A real nasty piece of work.

After i finished school i was at a bit of a loose end.

I didn’t know what to do with myself.

I could get a job and make an honest living.

Or i could lay around smoking some weed.

Thinking of ways to spend other peoples money.

Why should i have to go to work and get my hands dirty.

My goal is to stay unemployed and retire when i am thirty.

At sixteen my hormones are raging

So i started to check out the local girls.

And they were giving me the loving eye.

But i knew that i had to aim higher if i was to reach my

objective.

Which is to make a lot of money without a lot of effort.

So i caught a bus (without paying) all the way to Caulfield

Heights.

Where all the rich people live.

I am all about taking i never fucking give.

They say love conquers all

But all i want is sex and some easy cash.

I just hope that i don’t end up with and empty wallet and a nasty

little rash.

At the local mall i take a seat in a coffee shop and wait for my prey.

And soon enough a girl walks in dressed up like a movie star.

She will do nicely.

She takes a seat across from me all ripe for the picking.

I give her my lovey dovey eyes a she smiles back .

She has taken the bait hook line and sinker.

And pretty soon we are sitting close together.

I move in for the kill hell bent for leather.

She tells me that her name is Cindy and that her family owns

half of the town.

And she offers to buy me a cup of coffee.

Well Cindy will pay for the coffee and a whole lot more.

I am going to reach into for soul and pull on her heart strings.

And i will not stop until the fat lady starts to sing.

I lean in close and tell Cindy a sob story.

About how i was kicked out of home and how i am struggling

to land on my feet.

Cindy sits there with her mouth open swallowing every word.

I cant believe this girl is so gullible

She offers to buy me lunch and provide a shoulder to lean on.

How can i refuse such an offer?

I eat and eat until i am ready to burst.

Just like a vampire with insatiable thirst.

I really am a jerk

A nasty piece of work.

Only sixteen and already i am on the road to ruin.

I don’t even try to be good.

Words tumble from Cindy’s mouth but i barely listen.

I am only interested in myself.

I just want to fill my pockets with ill gotten gains.

Who gives a shit for other peoples thoughts or pain?

Cindy is a sweet girl.

She deserves someone better than me.

I have’t listened to a word she has said.

All i want is to get my hands on her money

I will beg borrow or steal and bleed her dry.

I will leave nothing behind but an empty shell

Hello Cindy welcome to my hell.

Cindy stands up and says she has to visit the bathroom.

So why don’t i pay the bill whilst she is away.

She hands me her credit card and i go to the counter to pay.

But than i have second thoughts.

I walk out of the door and keep on walking.

As i walk down the street i reach into my pocket and pull out

a razor sharp switchblade knife.

Cindy will never know how close she came to dying today.

This time i gave her a break.

But the next time i want be so fucking nice.

Someone in my travels is going to pay a very heavy price.

So keep an eye out.

Because i could be headed your way.

If you see me coming.

Run as fast as you can

I really am a jerk.

A nasty piece of work.

Thanks for taking the time to read one of my stories and if you have the means could you please make a donation so i can finally reach my dream of becoming a fulltime writer. Thanks again Steven.

THE  END.

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