The Explicitly Angry Man

To hell with this place! Screamed The Explicitly Angry Man. "I swear I'll burn every room of this Hotel down if I can!" Although he had food, he always left it to rot. He was only the bones and vexed with everything. His nose couldn't hold it's snot.

Yes, he hated food, he hated sunlight, good news and more. The Explicitly Angry Man hated society so much on this particular night in his hotel, he boarded up every door. He was savage as he yelled, "I'm going to murder this place!" He lived wearing a mask; He had finally gotten so angry that he'd swallowed his face!

"I'm tired of this place, this place and that, I swear I'm going to sleep now!" The Explicitly Angry Man grumbled as he hung a crumpled up closed sign in the hotel window. He screamed so hard that he maliciously spat; at a young boy peering in. "Scram, you trouble making young bad bad-brat!"

With one vicious swipe, he pulled every phone from its cord. "Whomever should disturb me now, I'll have them sent to the morgue!" The Explicitly Angry Man vowed with his boney finger in the air. I'm going to bed now! This world can explode now, I really just don't care!

So he found himself the best room. The luxury suite. He went to bed hungry, he was too angry to eat. He closed his eyes and he laid there irate. Irate all night long, the next day, then on and on for weeks; as the skin from his face sank deeper and deeper through his cheeks.

It just so happened, on his 666th week of rest. A drip fell from the ceiling and onto his chest. The Explicitly Angry Man awakened, in zombified flesh.

Outside of the hotel on Angry street, there stood in the rain, a long, black, wrinkled trench coat that contained a rather large creep. He was facing the window and taking a leak. He held an umbrella as out sprung a log, from his sickly and half dead dog; Demi-God.

Mr. Flip Magoo was an arrogant old narc; who took sick pleasures in the night, making his little dog bark. Bark loudly under windows at all hours of the night. "If you don't like it!" He snickered. "then, you old bag, you come out and fight!" to Mrs. Potts; known around the market for her fat ugly feet. When she'd remove her footwear, you could tell from the reek. "Silence that mutt or I'll run out in the nude!" She threatened. "And If you do you're sure to get sued!" some random stranger yelled from rooftops ahead, "Everyone quit being so rude, Y'all get back to bed." Another man exclaimed, then the whole entire neighborhood was awake and in hell. People were coming out of their apartments and houses, the sewers as well.

The Explicitly Angry Man erected from his long slumber to see his neighbors meeting up with fists raised in the street. In front of the abandoned Hotel, people flipped, fought and freaked.

"Now these are my kind of people" The Explicitly Angry Man growled; filled with a ravenous hunger, he looked out of the window and scowled. He scowled directly into the face of Mrs. Potts in fact. She dropped dead from the scare, she was revoltingly fat. From the blow on the road, her bloody brains overflowed. The Explicitly Angry Man then hid as he took a step back.

For the first time, he grinned. The first time in 12 years. He soon began to vomit, then looked into the mirror in tears. He was finally able to free his old face; that had been stuffed inside his gullet, his angry heart began to race.

The neighbors were fighting, outside along the curb. "Ahem! Who do you think you're trying to disturb!?" Through a now opened window, The Explicitly Angry Man screeched; There was no way in hell to tell how far his yell reached; as the skin on his body flapped up, down, left and right. He yelled really really hard at them all with all of his might.

Only silence sounded on the street from there on that night as The Explicitly Angry man had gone back to bed; disregarding the neighbors who had all dropped dead from the powerful, electrifying-fright.