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333 Lord Street, Blackpool. Thursday, October 30th 1985. 11:59pm.
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"Do you ever find yourself thinking about extremes of human behaviour and consequence he asks."
She doesn't answer. Her eyes just stare blankly into space.
"I do. Contrast pornography with romance, cordon bleu gluttony with skeletal famine, dignity with masturbation. Isn't it weird and fascinating when you compare the two ends of the same stick? Sometimes I spend hours considering the forbidden and the so-called unthinkable - like, I dunno, mass slaughter for idealism's sake, or torture as dark entertainment."
He runs his forefinger across her left palm, tracing the lifeline.
"I mean, what is it that liberates self? [He doesn't wait for an answer] It's when an individual breaks through the rules of conditioning with some glorious act of disobedience or blasphemy.
I often advise people to do something they normally feel to be utterly revolting or totally out-of-character. Throw a brick through your TVs I tell them. Stride into a crowded church and proclaim Satan is the king of the world! Eat something repulsive. You are free to do anything I say, but they never listen...."
He glances down at her. She remains motionless and silent.
"I live my life by one simple maxim: Everything is permitted because nothing is true.
I mean, take tonight as an example. We met at the club. We fancied each other. We kissed. We came back to your place and God - I shared something unbelievably special with you."
He lovingly caresses her long lightly-damp hair.
"Are you listening to me my princess? I shared something so so special with you tonight. I broke the rules. I ventured into forbidden territory. Don't hate me my love, for you were my chosen one."
He gently unravels the cord from her bruised neck and picks up her near-lifeless body. As the last song on the CD player fades softly away, he slowly begins to mount the dark staircase.
"I feel like an excited groom carrying his bride over the threshold," he whispers into her unhearing ear. "The night is young my sleeping beauty. Lord yes, the night is still so very young...."
*
Two days later her cannibalized corpse was found by a concerned neighbour.
He was back doing what he normally does on a Saturday evening: preparing his sermon for the Sunday Congregation.
*
"Do you ever find yourself thinking about extremes of human behaviour and consequence he asks."
She doesn't answer. Her eyes just stare blankly into space.
"I do. Contrast pornography with romance, cordon bleu gluttony with skeletal famine, dignity with masturbation. Isn't it weird and fascinating when you compare the two ends of the same stick? Sometimes I spend hours considering the forbidden and the so-called unthinkable - like, I dunno, mass slaughter for idealism's sake, or torture as dark entertainment."
He runs his forefinger across her left palm, tracing the lifeline.
"I mean, what is it that liberates self? [He doesn't wait for an answer] It's when an individual breaks through the rules of conditioning with some glorious act of disobedience or blasphemy.
I often advise people to do something they normally feel to be utterly revolting or totally out-of-character. Throw a brick through your TVs I tell them. Stride into a crowded church and proclaim Satan is the king of the world! Eat something repulsive. You are free to do anything I say, but they never listen...."
He glances down at her. She remains motionless and silent.
"I live my life by one simple maxim: Everything is permitted because nothing is true.
I mean, take tonight as an example. We met at the club. We fancied each other. We kissed. We came back to your place and God - I shared something unbelievably special with you."
He lovingly caresses her long lightly-damp hair.
"Are you listening to me my princess? I shared something so so special with you tonight. I broke the rules. I ventured into forbidden territory. Don't hate me my love, for you were my chosen one."
He gently unravels the cord from her bruised neck and picks up her near-lifeless body. As the last song on the CD player fades softly away, he slowly begins to mount the dark staircase.
"I feel like an excited groom carrying his bride over the threshold," he whispers into her unhearing ear. "The night is young my sleeping beauty. Lord yes, the night is still so very young...."
*
Two days later her cannibalized corpse was found by a concerned neighbour.
He was back doing what he normally does on a Saturday evening: preparing his sermon for the Sunday Congregation.
:)
In that case you're welcome. Sorry about the link, I didn't realise you were already here when I posted it.
That's me calling it a night now. Catch you later.
In that case you're welcome. Sorry about the link, I didn't realise you were already here when I posted it.
That's me calling it a night now. Catch you later.
*what* instead of *which* in the last sentence. [I'm tired]
Thanks for reading all :)
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Ineedsleep wrote:
> http://ukchatforums.reserve.co.uk/display_messages.php?
> threadid=69061&forumid=423
This coincides with one of the reasons why I voted for you. I read your story [which I liked a lot] in the Life forum a while back, and it inspired me to write [and eventually post] some of my own dark stories.
So in a roundabout way I'd like to say thanks.
This kind of thing is which makes these forums so good and worthwhile visiting.
Keep posting :)
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Ineedsleep wrote:
> http://ukchatforums.reserve.co.uk/display_messages.php?
> threadid=69061&forumid=423
This coincides with one of the reasons why I voted for you. I read your story [which I liked a lot] in the Life forum a while back, and it inspired me to write [and eventually post] some of my own dark stories.
So in a roundabout way I'd like to say thanks.
This kind of thing is which makes these forums so good and worthwhile visiting.
Keep posting :)
Nice story there. The priest bit came as a surprise.
By the way - thanks for the vote, it was a nice surprise.
Sex and death - always a powerful combination but the priest was a twist. Enjoyed the comparison of extremes while he was talking to her. Cannibalised as well, by the priest I assumed.
Try this one:
http://ukchatforums.reserve.co.uk/display_messages.php?
threadid=69061&forumid=423
It's only short but you need to keep at it. It was one of my earliest ones and in hindsight the start needs to be sharper to grab the readers interest.
Try this one:
http://ukchatforums.reserve.co.uk/display_messages.php?
threadid=69061&forumid=423
It's only short but you need to keep at it. It was one of my earliest ones and in hindsight the start needs to be sharper to grab the readers interest.
I already guessed she was dead but not eaten in the flesh goes down in to the stomach way. Nicely done as usual. Can't really fault it. Nce to see the guy as a priest too. Could of worked it out if you knew what to look for when reading it I think.
Not sure about this, but I thought I'd post it anyway [in this ghost-town of a forum]. Please feel free to praise or flame.
333 Lord Street, Blackpool. Thursday, October 30th 1985. 11:59pm.
*
"Do you ever find yourself thinking about extremes of human behaviour and consequence he asks."
She doesn't answer. Her eyes just stare blankly into space.
"I do. Contrast pornography with romance, cordon bleu gluttony with skeletal famine, dignity with masturbation. Isn't it weird and fascinating when you compare the two ends of the same stick? Sometimes I spend hours considering the forbidden and the so-called unthinkable - like, I dunno, mass slaughter for idealism's sake, or torture as dark entertainment."
He runs his forefinger across her left palm, tracing the lifeline.
"I mean, what is it that liberates self? [He doesn't wait for an answer] It's when an individual breaks through the rules of conditioning with some glorious act of disobedience or blasphemy.
I often advise people to do something they normally feel to be utterly revolting or totally out-of-character. Throw a brick through your TVs I tell them. Stride into a crowded church and proclaim Satan is the king of the world! Eat something repulsive. You are free to do anything I say, but they never listen...."
He glances down at her. She remains motionless and silent.
"I live my life by one simple maxim: Everything is permitted because nothing is true.
I mean, take tonight as an example. We met at the club. We fancied each other. We kissed. We came back to your place and God - I shared something unbelievably special with you."
He lovingly caresses her long lightly-damp hair.
"Are you listening to me my princess? I shared something so so special with you tonight. I broke the rules. I ventured into forbidden territory. Don't hate me my love, for you were my chosen one."
He gently unravels the cord from her bruised neck and picks up her near-lifeless body. As the last song on the CD player fades softly away, he slowly begins to mount the dark staircase.
"I feel like an excited groom carrying his bride over the threshold," he whispers into her unhearing ear. "The night is young my sleeping beauty. Lord yes, the night is still so very young...."
*
Two days later her cannibalized corpse was found by a concerned neighbour.
He was back doing what he normally does on a Saturday evening: preparing his sermon for the Sunday Congregation.
*
"Do you ever find yourself thinking about extremes of human behaviour and consequence he asks."
She doesn't answer. Her eyes just stare blankly into space.
"I do. Contrast pornography with romance, cordon bleu gluttony with skeletal famine, dignity with masturbation. Isn't it weird and fascinating when you compare the two ends of the same stick? Sometimes I spend hours considering the forbidden and the so-called unthinkable - like, I dunno, mass slaughter for idealism's sake, or torture as dark entertainment."
He runs his forefinger across her left palm, tracing the lifeline.
"I mean, what is it that liberates self? [He doesn't wait for an answer] It's when an individual breaks through the rules of conditioning with some glorious act of disobedience or blasphemy.
I often advise people to do something they normally feel to be utterly revolting or totally out-of-character. Throw a brick through your TVs I tell them. Stride into a crowded church and proclaim Satan is the king of the world! Eat something repulsive. You are free to do anything I say, but they never listen...."
He glances down at her. She remains motionless and silent.
"I live my life by one simple maxim: Everything is permitted because nothing is true.
I mean, take tonight as an example. We met at the club. We fancied each other. We kissed. We came back to your place and God - I shared something unbelievably special with you."
He lovingly caresses her long lightly-damp hair.
"Are you listening to me my princess? I shared something so so special with you tonight. I broke the rules. I ventured into forbidden territory. Don't hate me my love, for you were my chosen one."
He gently unravels the cord from her bruised neck and picks up her near-lifeless body. As the last song on the CD player fades softly away, he slowly begins to mount the dark staircase.
"I feel like an excited groom carrying his bride over the threshold," he whispers into her unhearing ear. "The night is young my sleeping beauty. Lord yes, the night is still so very young...."
*
Two days later her cannibalized corpse was found by a concerned neighbour.
He was back doing what he normally does on a Saturday evening: preparing his sermon for the Sunday Congregation.