Breathing behind your bunny mask, I can still feel your green eyes staring at me.
You decapitated my neighbor on Christmas Eve. Your bloody footprints left a trail in the snow. You kicked in my front door, ax in hand. I grabbed a fire poker, and we engaged in mortal combat. I kicked you in the nuts and you let out a growl, dropping the ax to the ground.
You knocked the poker out of my hand, and I took you down with a double leg take down and pinned you to the ground. I beat your face till it resembled hamburger and my hands bled. The cops took your sorry ass away and I iced down my knuckles.
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DJ Robbins
He wrote a short film that is currently up on Youtube called ,''All the Lonely Boys''
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Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor5 days ago in Fiction
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Whoaaaa, that escalated quickly! My favourite part was when you kicked him in the balls, lol!