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Post by Phayun-C on Jan 30, 2006 19:12:25 GMT -5
*Gets tired and posts his own story*
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Post by thetalkinggrunt on Jan 30, 2006 20:15:18 GMT -5
Fine, Here it is. ;D "Dark Harvest" "I don't think starting that fire was such a good idea, Boss." Said the photographers assistant. "Hey, got us more work didn't it?" The photographer replied sharply as they sat down in the fancy restaurant. The photographer quickly glanced around the crowded room, looking for the man who wanted to buy the pictures from her, when suddenly a man in a dark suit sat down at their table and casually picked up the menu. Before she could speak, he said," So what were you doing in the middle of a forest fire huh?" She quickly replied," Getting pictures if you must know." "With a Flamethrower?" He coolly replied. Knowing he had her trapped in a corner he calmly stated," What if I have in my possession a tape of you two firebugs setting the fire, then calmly taking pictures of it before you drive away. And that if you were to say, pay me for it, I wouldn't turn it over to the Feds." "B-B-But that's extortion and blackmail!" She stuttered. "Precisely. 5,000 dollars, cash, by noon tomorrow. I'll contact you." He said as he walked away. Shocked by what had just occurred, she informed her assistant that he would finish the deal that night while she followed the stranger, and promptly hurried off, leaving a bewildered lackey behind. As soon as she got outside, she knew something was wrong. Before she could move, she was thrown bodily up against the wall of the building. As she tried to get up and look at her attacker, she was pistol-whipped into unconsciousness. When she woke up in the alley, she put her hand into something warm and sticky, when she looked to see what it was, the sight was so grotesque it chilled her to to the very depths of her soul. Beside her in the alley, laying in a pool of his own blood, was her assistant with a bullet in his brain. To Be Continued............
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Post by [QVC]-Branmuffin on Jan 31, 2006 20:07:46 GMT -5
the morbidity! the rage! tey bullet!
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Post by thetalkinggrunt on Feb 1, 2006 20:33:57 GMT -5
Part Deux: Before she could even scream the building next to her, the fancy restaurant, exploded in a great cloud of flame, pelting her with the shrapnel coming off the building. She ran to their nearby hotel and up to her room where she collapsed under the shock of what had happened. After she had lain there for a while, her senses slowly cam back, and she got to her feet, seeing a note lying on the table. She looked at it, carefully reading the note left by the stranger, and this is what it said: “By the time you read this, your partner will be dead, as payment for your crude attempts to find me. The bomb, that was for my own enjoyment. Take the money to the train station and leave it in locker E-13. In the locker you will find the tape and another surprise.” She had planned on not giving him any money at all, but now she knew he was deadly serious. She quickly rifled through her room and took all the money she could find, but it wasn’t enough, so she went next door to her dead assistants’ room and searched it, all to no avail. She was still short by a lot. She quickly ran back to her dead partner’s body and searched it for money. Thankfully, the deal had gone through before his gruesome, untimely demise and she got the money she needed. She felt bad for him and for what she had just done to the corpse. Hurriedly, she ran to the train station and opened the locker. Upon opening it she discovered a cooler. Intrigued by this discovery, she opened it and immediately regretted it because it contained a severed human head, empty eye sockets staring at her. She quickly closed it, threw the money into the locker, and slammed the door shut. As she turned away, her path was blocked by none other than the stranger who demanded to know if she had looked inside the cooler, and seen its grisly contents. Before she answered, he drew a marine-issue K-bar, a foot long steel instrument not to be messed with, followed by a warning on what happens to traitors and liars and the like. She told him she had, and he said calmly, “Now look at the position you’ve placed us in. I can’t let you go telling people about me, so that means you’re just going to have to come with me back to my, ah, lair. Now be a dear and grab that cooler and come along like a good girl.” He stopped long enough to grab the money and place it inside his coat, then marched them slowly out to his Mercedes, enjoying every minute of her suffering. He thrived on it, and drove them slowly through the still smoldering remnants of the fire, feeding off the pain, guilt, and fear coming off her like waves. They eventually reached a small cave near the base of the mountain. He parker the car and said, “Take a good look at the sun and sky, because this is the last time you’ll ever see it.” With that, he marched her inside the cave, where he pulled a rock and a small opening appeared in the wall. He hustled her through it and closed the door behind him. They were not in a spacious room filled with lab equipment with three doors set into the wall. He led her to the first one, which held a hallway full of jail cells, all empty. He placed her in one, then proceeded to tell her that she was in one Dr. Frankenstein’s original lab, and that she would help him make a new person, and that her eyes were perfect for his creature. The next morning he informed her that he had collected all of her things from the hotel and that in a few short hours he would need her eyes and a few other parts. After a few hours of listening to him working on his abomination, it suddenly became quiet and she could hear the wheels of a cart moving towards her, and she knew it was time. He quickly shot her with a tranquilizer dart, loaded her up onto the gurney and wheeled it through the second door into the operation room. He stared in amazement at his creation for a moment and thought, ‘These eyes will finish my creation.’ Soon, his work was done, but there was still the matter of the photographer. He bound and gagged her and went deeper into the cave system, to a hole that was so deep, it was considered bottomless, and cast her into it, and never thought twice about her fate. He killed himself a week later, after failing to bring the monster to life. No one ever found the bodies, or the lab, not that anyone came looking there.
Enjoy!
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Post by [QVC]-Branmuffin on Feb 1, 2006 21:17:21 GMT -5
They were not in a spacious room filled with lab equipment with three doors set into the wall?
you sir... are sikkantwistd!
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Post by thetalkinggrunt on Feb 2, 2006 17:44:37 GMT -5
I know........................but its still a good story right?
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Post by [QVC]-Branmuffin on Feb 2, 2006 19:04:55 GMT -5
yeah lol... frankenshtien!
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Post by thetalkinggrunt on Feb 2, 2006 21:02:03 GMT -5
Quite, thought it would be a nice touch lol....
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Post by [QVC]-Branmuffin on Feb 2, 2006 22:05:51 GMT -5
XD ann da buwwet ann da bomm ann da BLARGHENHOZEN!!! but... does that mean that it was based in Germany?
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Post by Phayun-C on Feb 3, 2006 19:45:23 GMT -5
Story was very good! Only thing I'd advise, for next time, is that it needs to be a lot longer. It's the same thing I usually struggle with. Using enough description and detail to flesh out the piece, so it doesn't feel like the story is going in spurts.
Overall, vurry good! *sniff* I love a happy ending? */sniff*
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Post by thetalkinggrunt on Feb 3, 2006 22:50:08 GMT -5
I try, I really do, but its supposed to be a short story.
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Post by [QVC]-Branmuffin on Feb 4, 2006 16:52:26 GMT -5
shhh.... alcaeus doesn't know that shhh... lol
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Post by thetalkinggrunt on Feb 4, 2006 22:32:56 GMT -5
lol
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Post by [QVC]-Branmuffin on Feb 5, 2006 23:02:19 GMT -5
XD
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Post by thetalkinggrunt on Jun 1, 2006 14:37:04 GMT -5
lol Took awhile, but I got a new one. this thread needs to be moved, but owell. until I find book one, ignore the part deux bit of the title lol.
The Musicman Part Deux
It all began in the not too distant past, in a small Pacific-Northwestern town. To all outsiders, it seems like it is the perfect, all American small town. But to the people who call it home, it is anything but perfect. And usually all the blame could be placed on one man – the unfortunate musician Leo McLaws. After his many encounters with supernatural activity, he decides to settle down in this idyllic community, only to have more such problems and this is where his adventures continue. “Here you go boy,” Leo said to his dog as he gave him a treat. But before he could, the phone rang and he went to answer it, forgetting his pet. The dog, angry for not getting his treat, preceded to bite hand and managed to get the treat as well. Lei, having noticed the dog bite was bleeding, went and had the local witch doctor/shaman/gas station owner check it out, because he was the only guy in town who was crazy enough to go near him. Upon being informed that he would now become a werewolf, all he could say was, “Awww crap, not again.” Because for a short time he was a weresquirrel, but was cured when someone killed the guy who turned him into one. Seeing as there was no cure for were wolfism, he bought a candy bar and went home to sulk. When he got home he went straight to his workshop and pulled out several steel beams he got from the dump. He slowly fashioned a cage out of them just big enough to sit in, then dragged and heaved it into his truck along with several chains, a padlock, and all the silver he could find. Then he drove deep into the hills to a cave he knew faced away from the moon. He pulled and pushed his cage into the cave. He knew no one ever came to the cave so he made a barrier around the opening and covered it with his silver items. He set up a camera outside the cage to record what was going to happen. As soon as he saw that it was getting dark he quickly chained and locked himself within the cage, because it was a full moon that night. As the moon rose, the beast began to take over, slowly at first but grew faster as it gained momentum, pushing the man down, gaining control. In a matter of minutes it was over, the transformation complete. The beast threw itself at the bars, tried to break them but couldn’t, tried clawing through the roof and met success. The roof wasn’t reinforced steel, but just some wood covered with a small sheet of metal, so the beast was free as soon as it made it over the barrier that it. It backed off after seeing the barrier, got a running start and cleared it in one bound and ran into the forest. It began to gnaw at trees, bringing them down, collecting branches and piling them up to form a beaver dam. When he woke up the next morning he was shocked to discover he was in a beaver dam. He slowly made his way back to the cave, wondering what in the world had happened. He was disturbed to find the cage roof gnawed open, luckily the camera was intact, but the batteries were dead. So he gathered up his things, left the cave and went home. When he got home, he popped the tape into his VCR and was horrified at what he saw. Instead of a werewolf tearing up the cage, it was a werebeaver. Horrified, he ran down to the gas station to consult the shaman. The first thing the shaman asked him was, “Dude, why are you covered in wood chips?” He quickly explained how, for some unknown reason, he turned into a werebeaver. The shaman listened to him, and told him that only two things can make you a werebeaver, either his dog is a horribly and misshapen beaver, or that somehow a part of a werebeavers pelt has worked its way into an item of his clothing. He discounted his dog, leaving his clothing as the prime suspect. He checked out his shoes and his jackets, searching so thoroughly, that he opened up his jackets and went through their insulation. His searching paid off when he found the piece of fur in the lining of one jacket, and taking the advice of the shaman, put some salt on it, and burned it. As soon as that was done, he heard a knock on the door. When he went to the door he guessed it was a mob of sasquatches come to kidnap him for sport, but it was only a man with a shaved head dressed in a black robe, nothing to worry about. The man explained that he was part of the local satanic cult, and that their human sacrifice escaped and had he seen them? Leo said, “No,” and the guy slowly walked away in disappointment. A little put off by what had just happened, Leo turned and went to the kitchen and called the police and told them about the Satanist guy, then went and had himself a strong cup of tea. The next day he heard a banging on the door and as he went to the door, he guessed again that it was a mob of sasquatches come to kidnap him and make him their leader, and he was right. There on his doorstep was a mob of sasquatches, and they did indeed kidnap him. They took him deep into the forested mountains, to the heart of their mountain stronghold, where few men had ever tread. And in the light of several strategically placed torches, he saw the whole of the human history painted upon the cavern walls, from the very beginning of life itself, to what appeared to the very end itself. Stunned by the very nature of this discovery he appealed to them over and over again to tell him what it meant, all to no avail. Growing tired of his groveling, the creatures dragged him into the next room, this one filled with armor and weapons. As they walked through it he saw the evolution of human weaponry, even spotting a rocket launcher or two. After nearly dying in the next room from its occupant, the Ark of the Covenant, he began to realize what their job, their purpose, which was to keep humanity on the risky path by whatever means necessary, and why he was taken from his home. Soon they came to a massive throne room covered in semi-precious stones, and precious metals. Seated on the throne was an ancient sasquatch, and he explained to Leo that in order to keep the timeline from spiraling out of control due to his unfortunate situations they were going to have to implant a device in him that would drive the horrible things away for good. With that, Leo was promptly knocked out and the device surgically implanted within his chest. When he woke up, he found himself not in a cave, but in his own bead with a terrible pain in his chest. For a second he couldn’t remember what had happened, then it all came rushing back to him with uncanny detail, especially the part where they tested it to see if it worked. It was at that moment that he had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, that maybe, just maybe, the device would fail. He quickly brushed it off then walked down to the gas station to see just how long he had been gone.
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