Community effort storytime

[Mike_D]

"Bleach" he laughed out loud.... "I hated that album." 

Pleased with his wry sense of humor, John picked up his pearl-handled straight razor from the sink, and after tasting the familiar metallic tang of blood and steel, wiped it clean on his faded Kurt Cobain t-shirt. 

[RAT900]

Pleased with his wry sense of humor, John picked up his pearl-handled straight razor from the sink, and after tasting the familiar metallic tang of blood and steel, wiped it clean on his faded Kurt Cobain t-shirt. 

His smug smirk twisted into a grimace when the stabbing pain in his sphincter reminded him of what Officer Ruth Blaylock had done to him with her billy club during their romp in bed, her lifeless body rolled in the carpet bore mute testimony to his displeasure

[Speedbag]

Thinking back, John recalled that Officer Blaylock once playfully said, “I want you to make the beast with two backs me like you hate me”.

“Can do”, John replied with a smirk.

[herm]

Thinking back, John recalled that Officer Blaylock once playfully said, “I want you to make the beast with two backs me like you hate me”.

“Can do”, John replied with a smirk.

and he did. with emphasis on the hate. all those years spent serving as Jobes man friday poured out. when he was spent, she was a shadow of her former self

[Mike_D]

and he did. with emphasis on the hate. all those years spent serving as Jobes man friday poured out. when he was spent, she was a shadow of her former self

But still alive.  That had been two years ago.  Before the blackouts.  Before the dreams.

[NoisyDante]

Before the . . . dammit, the neighbors kids were in his backyard again.  "Hey, get off the damn shed!  Livingston!  Fetch my pellet gun!"

[Pip]

When he turned around to scold Livingston for his lack of urgency, he was stunned to see his butler face down in a claret river of his own blood pouring from the 12 gauge wound in his skull.

[RAT900]

When he turned around to scold Livingston for his lack of urgency, he was stunned to see his butler face down in a claret river of his own blood pouring from the 12 gauge wound in his skull.

Stunned by the sight of the carnage around him, his mind searched desperately to recall events but the last thing he could clearly remember was washing back three doses of Lunesta with a tumbler of Bombay Gin, glancing at his watch that was now 18 hours ago.

[Mike_D]

Stunned by the sight of the carnage around him, his mind searched desperately to recall events but the last thing he could clearly remember was washing back three doses of Lunesta with a tumbler of Bombay Gin, glancing at his watch that was now 18 hours ago.

"Don't be such a pussy," Jack chided.  "It's not like you haven't seen blood before.  I never liked him anyway with his smug arrogance and cold eyes. And damn if those kids aren't making a hell of a racket out there."

[KnightofNi]

"Don't be such a pussy," Jack chided.  "It's not like you haven't seen blood before.  I never liked him anyway with his smug arrogance and cold eyes. And damn if those kids aren't making a hell of a racket out there."

Those damn kids...He had to teach them to stay out of his yard, but there had been too much bloodshed already.

[corey]

Then Jack chimed in again..."John, it's a brand new day. Have at it." The pellet gun simply wouldn't do. John made his way over to the walk-in closet.

[NoisyDante]

Jack was the guiding light, the sagacious voice of guidance and purpose, and John was the vessel capable of carrying out Jack's directive.  He was Jack's contemptuous smile, his authoritative pledge, he was the one who spewed ash on the world.

[Mike_D]

Jack was the guiding light, the sagacious voice of guidance and purpose, and John was the vessel capable of carrying out Jack's directive.  He was Jack's contemptuous smile, his authoritative pledge, he was the one who spewed ash on the world.

Walking to the back of the small closet, John traded the double-barrel 12-guage in his hand for the black AR-15 assault rifle standing in the corner.  "Now we're talking," Jack said, as John headed for the back door.

[Pip]

Walking to the back of the small closet, John traded the double-barrel 12-guage in his hand for the black AR-15 assault rifle standing in the corner.  "Now we're talking," Jack said, as John headed for the back door.

Before he reached the back door, he craned his neck to take one last look at the Barrett .50 cal, and with a knowing grin said, "Not now honey... I'll save you for later."

[NoisyDante]

Realizing he was was stalling, he turned and left the room, stepping lightly over the body of Officer Blaylock still rolled up in the oriental rug, and his butler, whose blood cascaded down the marble stairs like a crimson waterfall.  John exited the villa, took twelve paces across the lawn, and raised the sight to his eye.