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She looked at me, those pretty eyes of hers, shining in the light of a picturesque Summer’s mid-afternoon. The sound of children [playing] filled the air, and brought back vivid memories of my own childhood. I let my head wander to the left so as to not break my neck from too much rightwards-gazing. She spoke softly, the words not seeming to be important to me, I just enjoyed the sound of her voice. I locked eyes with her again, stunned by her beauty. I let my lips move, slowly, to form a stuttering mess of
speech.
“Get your fat ass out of my damned way.” I dribbled into my Mother’s ear. I slapped her globular rump and watched it ripple like the mass of a thousand battleships coming into dock. I was pleased, and had to adjust my trousers so as to not reveal the hard lump which was already forming there. She seemed startled, so I instinctively gave her a slap around the face. This made the lump grow, and I had to stand up and run inside so I didn’t arouse suspicion. I heard her moan in pain or delightful ecstasy. Did it matter?
‘Doubtful’ the party murmured, and I tended to agree. I heard Mother coming in now, her angelically hoarse voice grunting like the swines of yesteryear. No doubt she wanted to see why I had ran. Or was she, in fact, about to propose her undying love for me and get undressed? I hoped for the latter, oh how I did hope. Oh I did hope. I hoped. Oh how.
She didn’t. In she came, bounding like a walrus, and immediately proceeded to head straight into the kitchen, to arrange for us a snack(?) of crisps and walnuts. I loved walnuts, so I tossed mine up into the air and ejected my heaving mass onto them as they fell to the earth. My mother seemed displeased. Or was she impressed? ‘Verily’ the party muttered in unison.
Without a second to think, or a moment for thought, I reached clumsily into the utensil drawer and found what I was looking for. I eyed it for a moment, like a wary asp examining it’s meal to be. I plunged it into her leg, and it made me feel good as I heard the knife slither through flesh and blood. As she screamed out in apparent joy, I withdrew it again and stabbed it, harder this time, into the fatty circle of her left breast.
“Am I dead or are you dreaming?” I asked. The party grumbled a noise which seemed to indicate their concurrence. As I saw her body laying there, twitching with reflex, I knew I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I unzipped my trousers with my small, girlish hand, and ejaculated my ooze onto her movementless mass.
speech.
“Get your fat ass out of my damned way.” I dribbled into my Mother’s ear. I slapped her globular rump and watched it ripple like the mass of a thousand battleships coming into dock. I was pleased, and had to adjust my trousers so as to not reveal the hard lump which was already forming there. She seemed startled, so I instinctively gave her a slap around the face. This made the lump grow, and I had to stand up and run inside so I didn’t arouse suspicion. I heard her moan in pain or delightful ecstasy. Did it matter?
‘Doubtful’ the party murmured, and I tended to agree. I heard Mother coming in now, her angelically hoarse voice grunting like the swines of yesteryear. No doubt she wanted to see why I had ran. Or was she, in fact, about to propose her undying love for me and get undressed? I hoped for the latter, oh how I did hope. Oh I did hope. I hoped. Oh how.
She didn’t. In she came, bounding like a walrus, and immediately proceeded to head straight into the kitchen, to arrange for us a snack(?) of crisps and walnuts. I loved walnuts, so I tossed mine up into the air and ejected my heaving mass onto them as they fell to the earth. My mother seemed displeased. Or was she impressed? ‘Verily’ the party muttered in unison.
Without a second to think, or a moment for thought, I reached clumsily into the utensil drawer and found what I was looking for. I eyed it for a moment, like a wary asp examining it’s meal to be. I plunged it into her leg, and it made me feel good as I heard the knife slither through flesh and blood. As she screamed out in apparent joy, I withdrew it again and stabbed it, harder this time, into the fatty circle of her left breast.
“Am I dead or are you dreaming?” I asked. The party grumbled a noise which seemed to indicate their concurrence. As I saw her body laying there, twitching with reflex, I knew I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I unzipped my trousers with my small, girlish hand, and ejaculated my ooze onto her movementless mass.
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Haha, excellent. I particularly like the ripple.
Other than being sick and depraved (which isn't a bad thing) it's a well written piece, with a consistent tone. Very good.
I nominate this for the Booker Prize
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Chippxero wrote:
> Reminds me of Ichi
Isn't that the really sick Japanese film?
> Reminds me of Ichi
Isn't that the really sick Japanese film?
Reminds me of Ichi, so I understood where it was coming from I liked the fact that it wasn’t too long if it had been I think it would have ruined the overall effect.
It was about a boy with MENTAL PROBLEMS. So it can't be sick! maybe you just don't get it!
Hurrah for the slakke skinne.
+ pwnding story
+ pwnding story
That's really sick...even for these forums.
F***.
That's just wrong...
Been watching too much David Firth I believe, and possibly reading "Confederacy of Dunces"?
But yeah. Disturbing sums that up nicely, I believe.
That's just wrong...
Been watching too much David Firth I believe, and possibly reading "Confederacy of Dunces"?
But yeah. Disturbing sums that up nicely, I believe.
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