 New link in the top of page "IRC Chat". |
| Register | Login | |||||
 |
Main
| Memberlist
| Active users
| Calendar
| Last Posts
| IRC Chat
| Online users Ranks | FAQ | XPW | Stats | Color Chart | Photo album |
|
| | ||
New link in the top of page "IRC Chat". |
| Register | Login | |||||
|
Main
| Memberlist
| Active users
| Calendar
| Last Posts
| IRC Chat
| Online users Ranks | FAQ | XPW | Stats | Color Chart | Photo album |
|
| | ||
| 0 users currently in Story Realm. |
| Xeogaming Forums - Story Realm - Manny |
 |  |  |
| Next newer thread | Next older thread |
| User | Post | ||
AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead.         Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6396 days Last activity: 6286 days |
| ||
| ALRIGHT, BE FOREWARNED. This story contains MILD pornographic content! Actually, its set in the bathroom of a shop that sells porn. Now PLEASE give me CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. I don't particularly care if it offends you. Don't read if you don't like things that are... messed up, I guess.
I rushed the end. Enjoy. ---------- Manny began to rub harder, faster; he began to think twice about using that lotion. It wasn¡¦t as cracked up as it was said to be, but at least it prevented cracking. Rough hands aren¡¦t good for a job like this. He wished the magazine came with some sort of protective seal so he wouldn¡¦t have to drop it and catch the oncoming snowstorm with a blanket of toilet tissue. And he couldn¡¦t just let it fly into the magazine, the pages would stick together and he could put damaged products back on the shelves. She was perfect; he didn¡¦t know her. He didn¡¦t like ¡§getting to know¡¨ the women beyond what their cost was, where they would meet, and whether or not they would let him fulfill his fantasies. Tonight Manny was broke. He threw the magazine against the wall and stopped. He began to tear up, pant less, panting, sputtering, lonely in a dark blue stall. He managed the store so when he called the throne the throne, he really meant it. It was his after hour kingdom. He blew his nose on the pair of panties he had been secretly wearing all day. They smelt like shit, and though he sold that sort of stuff he wasn¡¦t particularly aroused by his own fat, grey-haired, cellulite dimpled ass. He kicked open the door and threw them into the sink, growling ferociously, and then sobbed a bit. There was one small light in the bathroom, over the door; it gave a hint of blue light to everything in the room. He thought himself a depressed piece of shit that had to pay for everything he desired in this world and wished he could just flush himself down with the rest of the contents of the toilet he sat on. He was getting old. The stars, the ones in the videos, magazines, games he sold to the perverts of town, and god forbid anyone realize EVERYMAN in the town walked in and out with something at least once in their lifetime in town, yes those stars just kept getting younger. He liked Jail Bate. It was a magazine, which he proudly toted as ¡§vintage erotica¡¨. Jail Bate was very illegal. There was only two issues, and they were never printed on any major press. Two sick fucks kidnapped, or paid, high school girls. They took their clothes off. If they told anyone what happened in the concrete colored basement the pictures were taken in they got their wrists slit as punishment. It didn¡¦t necessarily kill them, but a lot came close and it was a damn good warning not to fuck with the two man staff at Jail Bate. A lot of girls got their wrists slit. Sometimes they showed pictures. Sometimes they didn¡¦t even bother to wait for the girls to run away. One girl was tied up on the crossbeam in the basement. Like a crucifixion. She was incredibly heavy. She sagged and bled and dripped with everything. Manny loved that picture. Too bad the editors were dead now. Caught, put on trial, and slammed into Death Row. Dead. Fuck it. Manny didn¡¦t care anymore. He walked over to pick the magazine back up. His pink constable needed to get back on the beat. With a sigh he sucked it up (not figuratively though he could show you a video where that was possible). He started up again. His heart beat a little faster¡K no biggie, it happens. He started to sweat¡K happens, you know. But¡K he started to get warm. Very¡K very warm. He¡¦d take his shirt off when he was done, go outside and have a smoke or something. No¡K not this was a little too hot. It started to become enough of a nuisance that he wanted to stop. The veins on his hands popped out as he attempted to stop. He couldn¡¦t. He knew of the dangers associated with doing this sort of thing too frequently, but none of them were like what happened to him then. His hand was clenched. Hard. Were his joints locking? Obviously¡K but its not like he did it any more than any of the other guys who walked in and out of the store¡K what the fuck was going on? Seriously, what the fuck is this. He was quickly reaching climax, but instead of the average wave of sacrilegious pleasure there was a searing wave of pain. That last one must¡¦ve had something bad inside her. Then suddenly¡K right as he felt as if he were ready to eject his white lifeboats from the battleship, something jammed. Something clogged, something kept the poor unborn sonsofabitches at bay. His body began to shake. At first it was a slight quiver, then his body erupted into spasms. He lost his train of thought; he saw the blue room turn a hazy red. His hand let go, his skin flushed an unnatural, unholy red. The door to his stall slammed open and he saw himself in the mirror, above the sink where he threw the panties. He looked painted red; his hair was blackening and burning. Suddenly his eyesight began to fade and darken. If his eyes hadn¡¦t been melting and rolling down the side of his face, he would¡¦ve noticed his skin tightening and tearing from his skull. His jaw was clenched, he screamed through teeth whose lips were slowly peeling away. It was as if an incredibly strong wind was blowing his flesh backwards and off his skeleton. Soon all the flesh from his body, save his hand and everything attached to it, crawled slowly off his body. He was a mass of bleeding, exposed muscle. One by one the muscles fell off his body, once again, save his hand and his nailer that was getting pounded by a vicious, outside force. When all the muscles had fallen he was a shuddering skeleton, filled with organs, continuing to rub the only part of him that seemed alive. And then it happened. Erupting from his urethra came (in every sense of the word) a fire that could melt diamonds. Tearing through the final shaft of flesh came a sinewy red claw. It clenched at the open air and made a fist as the rest of the arm grew out of the man¡¦s most prized possession. Another arm crawled through, followed by a head. This¡K whatever it was, had no flesh itself. Muscles exposed no nose, bone for claws, it smiled and smiled and, setting foot on the ground, it helped pull another one of its kind out from the man. Flames consumed not only the bathroom, or the building, but the entire street in a matter of seconds. In this new world of flame new men were being born from one man, the Father, the portal from the depths of hell to Earth. Soon, after many days of Satan¡¦s minions coming forth from the man¡¦s genitals, the remains were carried to the highest hill of Jerusalem. Satan himself then erupted in his terrible glory from the aorta of Manny. His decadent greatness soared out of the mouth of the skull. It was then that the human race bowed down before their master, for all eternity. Just because some douche had no self control. (Last edited by Bluebeard on 06-06-06 09:41 PM) |
|||
|
01001000 Slow Ride Take It Easy  Since: 01-10-05 Since last post: 6310 days Last activity: 5660 days |
| ||
| Good Story my friend...good story...
I couldn't help but laugh the entire way through even though it is one of the more perverted things I've read in a long time. I hope to see more works of yours either in person or posted on this board. Let me guess, all the symbols are there because you copied and pasted it out of MS Word. |
|||
|
AlpoRaggins Troubadour Not so much dead. Since: 12-11-04 From: Someday, Somewhere, Over the Rainbow Since last post: 6396 days Last activity: 6286 days |
| ||
| Aha, thanks.
Yep, copied and pasted. Looks like crap but I didn't feel like going through the whole thing and editing it all. And thank god you realized it was supposed to be funny... sure its horrific... but its meant to be funny! |
|||
Elara Divine Mamkute Dark Elf Goddess Chaos Imp Penguins Fan Ms. Invisable  Since: 08-15-04 From: Ferelden Since last post: 96 days Last activity: 96 days |
| ||
| I don't see how MS Word would do that whole symbol thing, but then again it is Word. Very funny, and good descriptions as well. | |||
Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!  Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 717 days Last activity: 717 days |
| ||
| It was okay.
I'd critique, but I'm tired. And after forcing myself to read FX's crap, I can't do the same for you. But, really, my opinion is just that. If you'd like a formal, impartial critique, I'll do it later. (Last edited by Zabuza on 06-10-06 12:07 AM) |
| Next newer thread | Next older thread |
| Xeogaming Forums - Story Realm - Manny |
| |
