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Started by Rev Thwack, October 22, 2003, 03:23:40 PM

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Rev Thwack

yea, I think it's good for me to see myself too.


Not talking about back here, just... you know.... having some sort of concisnes about me.


Still trying to figure out what happend and how to describe it, but when you wake up one day and it's almost a month later and nobody around you acts like anything different happened, you start to wonder.
My balls itch...

Malaul

Coito ergo sum
O! Plus! Perge! Aio! Hui! Hem!
"You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy,the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named Bush, Dick, and Colon.  --Comedian Chris Rock

Bella

This is one of my favorite stories so far.
just like in a dream
you'll open your mouth to scream
and you won't make a sound

you can't believe your eyes
you can't believe your ears
you can't believe your friends
you can't believe you're here

Penumbral

Brilliant.
It ends in the same fasion mine dose, but all the better.

Penumbral

That night I was wondering the street not too unlike many nights I had spent before. Tonight I was as much inquisitive about what it was I was to do, as I was a part of it. This questioning of the destiny of the night continued until I came upon a house on the east site of St Claire Avenue. It was a very secluded house about half a mile down its own road that was off from the main street. The house was big but not a mansion just large to my standards, but since I had never really known proper housing trying to judge anything about one was beyond the realm of expertise. I went around the house till I came along to the back. I found a small window of witch to possible peak though and later make my entrance. Looking into the room I saw a young lady hardly older then me. She even at this time of night was busy franticly writing away at a piece of paper writing some or another stories about some or another places and people. I waited another few minutes studying the girl. She was neither tall nor short, skinny or fat, her hair was a light yellowish color as well as the shirt she was wearing. Over the shirt she had a loose fitting leather jacket. And like the majority of the people at that time was wearing a blue denim pants.  I decided now was the time for me to make my entrance into this poor young ladies life. I climbed through the window and walked toward her seemingly unnoticed. Then all the sudden as if by some spontaneous magic the girl flung herself around catching me quite off guard she grabbed me like a vise right on my genitals. I was very taken aback. She took my body, because we all know if our genitals are being yanked around your bodies tries its beast to hurry and speed up to catch the uncontrolled body part, to the bed she had occupying the room threw me on top of it with great vigor. She then without my permission proceeded to hastily unbutton and zip my trousers pulling then not quite down half way so they where at that awkward position where you can’t quite move right, and if you do any sudden jerking with your body you would be very likely to fall atop your head. She then seemed to quickly and effortlessly shed the jeans she was wearing all while I laid there half naked not knowing how to react and not being quick enough to react at all. She then proceeded to grab either side of the blanket on her bed jump on top of me and through the blanket on top after her. So this put me in a situation where I was under a blanket and under an also half naked girl. I was very uncomfortable because this had nothing to do with the plan I had set aside for this night. Oh and how awkward situations only get more awkward. I felt her hand again near my genital regions but this time not in a manner destructive to my health. This time I really think she was trying to arouse me. Me being a man and nothing more found to my very distaste that sexual arousement was something in this case I could not doge. I was tangled in a bed dominated by a girl I had no knowledge of, and none of this I wanted. Then I had that feeling cold yet worm adrenalin rushes to all parts of your body a tingle in my extremities. I knew I was being raped. She had such dexterity to do this unawkwardly underneath the cover of a blanket. Shock over came me. I could not move I tried to flop around in the bed to get her or the blankets off me. All this did was get the blanket out from under me and get more blanket on top of me. This was not sex in the motion just sex in the act. I attempted to draw out, turn or just hit her all to get her off me. None of this seemed to work. She was in complete control of the situation. She then came out rolled to the side and started to recite something it seemed like poetry. I would have attempted to at this time leave or at least regain some control, but the words she spoke had me completely enthralled. It was poetry, but poetry of power. More like magic then any mere words of the English language. She spoke things so profound I found myself at a lack of movement. She spoke of life and death sex and abstinence all as if they where part of the same event. In the course of that night she would go though five such stories and after each one she would sexually abuse me more. But I was in a trance of words. This whole world I had left behind for the dream that was poetry. No this was not poetry it was words. Words beautifully strung together to stop life from progressing. This was above poetry. After the fifth story I was able to finally escape that bed and retrieve my pants from my ankles, pull them high enough and run out that window again. As I left that house looking back on the nights events I wondered what the name of that girl was. The question didn’t bother me too long for I soon remembered I could just check the obituaries in not to distant future to find the name of the word stringing rapist that had me that night. For I had completed a least a small fraction of my plans for that night and I was sure that on the marrow the mystery girl would be found dead with a new hole I had put into her head.

Bella

Cool.
I'm glad you revived this thread.
Thwack's gonna be proud of you when he reads this story.
I think it's one of your best so far.

This is my favorite part:
"But I was in a trance of words. This whole world I had left behind for the dream that was poetry. No this was not poetry it was words. Words beautifully strung together to stop life from progressing. This was above poetry."
just like in a dream
you'll open your mouth to scream
and you won't make a sound

you can't believe your eyes
you can't believe your ears
you can't believe your friends
you can't believe you're here

Anonymous

Currently, it seemed that i was sitting with john edwards on my right and dick cheney on my left. they were sitting in front of me waiting for me to say the thing in which i hadn't a clue yet felt compelled to say. sadly, or better yet tragically, their roles were reversed from the ones that i had found to be their egos from the pretty little light box called television that i sacrifice live cheerios to everynight before i go to bed. dick cheney or 'el dickerino' as he was known at the local Carlos O'kelly's when we went there one night for his sixtieth or fiftieth or twenty-third or all five of his birthdays and he got totally sloshed and started to dance around  and wouldn't stop until everyone called him that and let me tell you hoo boy that was a scene, was staring at me with this big pie-eating grin. not because he himself liked pie thus making him the anti-pie-st but because he was genuinely if not glitteringly happy to see me. though that's not the reason i was there, for i couldn't up until then have given a dorito about a man who was such an enigma, such a paradox, such a...such a...okay so then i became totally in love with him and i asked him out and we spent that one night in tahiti or timbucktu but now he doesn't respond to the messages i leave on his answering machine.  but that's probably because it's twenty minutes of non stop screaming about the massive obelisk that moved in next door and now was turning all of my friends into space babies and they were all like: "dude it's fun to be a space baby....the embryo..think about it dude!" and in a vague way this gets back to john edwards who up to this moment has been sitting there void and devoid of his usual happy-go-i'm a lawyer grin and had instead this general distaste for his enviroment and me of all people! how rude! i attend mass orgies! what more can they want from me??? i'm only five men trapped in a small pistachio's body! these are not the hands of a warrior! TIMMY DON'T BE A HERO!!! and then i finally remembered what it was that i was to say to them, and i said it, though i don't remember it now.  John or nhoj as it is spelt backwards, started in on his debate speech but i didn't pay attension for i was writing on a sticky not to the soon-be lover 'el dickerino': "Talk about family values." and i passed it to him.  But the galactic teacher made me read it in fron of class and by then everone knew that i liked boys and that straight people were infecting the school yet that doesn't have anything to do with me liking boys because i'm a vegetarian. and i don't eat meat. but my boyfriend says otherwise, if i had a boyfriend. Dammit i haven't been this giddy since ross(eary) perot. cheney then hands me a discount coupon to safe muffins on a carpet cleaner for the dog juice that negativland told me to get, and a

GIANT MONSTER ATTACKS THE HARBOR AND EVERYONE RUNS AND SCREAMS AND EATS ICE SCREAM BECAUSE I DO!

it's late. i'm tired. and now that this story is all character development and nothing else and it's too long to erase, i say adoo. don't ask me why, i just adoo.

Rev Thwack

Pen..... any words I might choose can not do this justice.


Bravo.
My balls itch...

Bella

See? Told ya he'd be proud. 8)
just like in a dream
you'll open your mouth to scream
and you won't make a sound

you can't believe your eyes
you can't believe your ears
you can't believe your friends
you can't believe you're here

Penumbral


Hey-ya-yi

Quote from: SssBella, Oracle of DoomThwak, you are truly my hero!  
This is such a lovely, heart - warming story.
It has everything a zombie could ask for.......blood and gore, and pancakes, and poodles, and body parts all over the place, and more pancakes, and computers, and fire, and pancakes, and mayhem and gunfire and pancakes.  I note you also threw in some porn just for yourself.  :twisted:

                  well duh
These hours of solitude and meditation are the only ones in the day during which I am fully myself and for myself, without diversion, without obstacle, and during which I can truly claim to be what nature willed.

- Rousseau

Hey-ya-yi

Quote from: PenumbralBrilliant.
It ends in the same fasion mine dose, but all the better.


HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA, YOURE A PIECE OF TOAST
These hours of solitude and meditation are the only ones in the day during which I am fully myself and for myself, without diversion, without obstacle, and during which I can truly claim to be what nature willed.

- Rousseau

Penumbral

Quote from: Hey-ya-yi
Quote from: PenumbralBrilliant.
It ends in the same fasion mine dose, but all the better.


HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA, YOURE A PIECE OF TOAST

Mortal Toast in a Toaster.

Rev Thwack

Just wanted to say I'm sorry for being gone for so long. I'm out of the army now and back home, so I should be on more, but I also have the search for a job, the rebirth of me as a college student, and two books I'm working on that are going to occupy some of my time. If anyone would be willing to lend a critical brain to my books, let me know which one or both that you would be interested in. One is going to be my a sci-fi one in my usual style of writing, the other more of a book about my father.

Oh yea, and I'm going to be keeping my web page updated more often now too.
My balls itch...

Horab Fibslager

'm an apreciator of wrinting, so if a have the time, i'd be willing to give you a crtically honest pov on it.

gald your back in one piece.
Hell is other people.