“I Ain’t Messin”

Warning: A LOT of profanity and violence in this monologue. 😀

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“I Ain’t Messin”

“Yeah, take your fucking time bitch, I’m still gonna be here, I ain’t going nowhere. Fucking whore checking out my man; I see her do it all the time: Swaggering that arse of hers, tits bursting out her tops, gettin ’em out for my boys. Well, she messed with the wrong bitch this time. I’m gonna plummer her face in the ground ’til she’s got no fucking face left. This little slut has gone way too far this time and now, her numbers up. My man is ‘Mine’, she’ll won’t be swigging out of any ones beer in a hurry when I knock the bitch’s teeth out. Fuck man, I’ll sit here all night waiting for her and the bitch knows it. She got 5 minutes before I go in there and pull the damn whore out by her hair. She’s messed with the wrong chick this time. And she’s gonna know I’m the fucking ‘queen bitch’ round here”

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I am so sorry, but I did warn you! 😀

Prompt: VisDare 59: Moxie by Angela Goff

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Our Liberty is Determined

 

Genre: Dystopian

 

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They ruled us, made slaves of us, their own people, we, who shaped this country with our bare hands, putting dirt in its soil, sweating blood, making homes, making the rich richer and this is how they repay us. Enslaving their very children; our forefathers would be ashamed.

We came to the conclusion that without us there would be no land, no harvest from which they could fill their fat bellies, no mines to dig the precious stones and metals they so desired. We put our faith in these men and in return they gave us this: Poor shelter, confinement if we even stepped out of our own boundary, the boundaries they put in place to stop each of us communicating with the others.

Now the time has come and we joined forces: Men, women and even children from across this country to bring down a government so tyrannical in their rule, letting us starve and survive on the measly pennies they threw at us.

Once we were a rich nation full of abundance and wealth with a democracy; despite even then the apparent social unrest, but it got worse. As decades,half centuries and centuries went by, the country found themselves at war with even their allies. We lost.

The dictators piled in and took over our beautiful land and turned it into an unjust and unfair state, creating more poverty than any other nation had known. They were our new rulers now and many believed it was for retribution for how we kept ourselves in years gone by, nourished, clean, prosperous.

This is our story and this is how it ends:

We have formed together, killing the nation we once loved – one stone, one brick, one politician at a time. We are setting the standards for a new world to rule where we can say “This is what we built, this is how it should always have been, this is ours”.

WE no longer fear penalties as there wont be anybody left to distribute them. We are heading for freedom and that means battle and an end to this way of life.

The year is 2513, not the future that was envisioned in 2013. we were set for much bigger things: How they change so quickly and we never saw it coming. Now though we are armed, ready to take down the empire. Brothers, Cousins, Sisters and Friends in the few countries on this globe that is left – all ruled by the sadists that run our own very land, are taking a stand. We found a way to communicate with each other and it wont be before long we are back to better times.

I must rest now as the future needs strong-minded men. And united, we will rebuild this land and the whole planet that we will, again, call home.

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Prompt #FWF ‘Free Write Friday’ Image prompt by Kellie Elmore. Image source here

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Evil, Personified – The Doctor (part 3)

Genre: Disturbing

 

WARNING: Please take caution as this story is intended for mature audiences only and not suitable for people under 18.

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*Read Part 1 Here

*Read Part 2 Here

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Amy Lester sat silently in the leather chair opposite Dr. Rupert Somes, just a heavy wooden desk between them. She had no idea what to say to him, where to begin. Rupert watched as Amy sat almost childlike in his office; he was going to enjoy this.

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Before the Amy’s tears came, she had startled Somes with the outburst of the question “Why? Why did he do this to me?”Flying hands accompanying her raised voice that has been just as animate. Then she burst into tears, her palms on her face as she just sobbed, loudly – too loudly for the Dr to bear. Handing her a box of tissues he gently told her he wanted to help, waiting to go back to that night as a way of confronting the ordeal so Amy will no longer be haunted. Of course, Somes just wanted a repeat performance of the young Kelly Rodgers so as to satisfy his ever-increasing fascination about rape. It was simple as that and no other way of putting it. He wanted to know more. He wanted to rape and dominate this Amy Lester, who sat in front of him now wiping away her tears.

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“It started when I was young Dr. Somes, the rape 7 years ago just brought all the memories crashing back. I feel I was put on this earth to be violated, hurt and fearful”. Rupert listened. “My Step-Father, he would wait until my mother and baby brother was asleep, then he’d come in my room and sit right there on the bed next to my face, reeking of alcohol. And then he would begin touching me, where he didn’t have my permission. Until I was 16 this went on for, no-one there to help, nobody witnessing it, no-one to tell. Can you see Doctor? I’m a mess because of it and the horrible things I felt about myself came true – it happened again, this time, 7 years back attacked by some dirty, dirty, sick bastard of a filthy pervert. It brought it all back, the last 7 years being hell on earth for me, unable to hold myself together. I have no life, I just exist day-to-day doing the best I can, working to get the rent paid, the bills, eat. Why did this happen to me?”

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The whole time Amy spoke there grew a knot in his stomach, pushing down on him – he pushes it down, stuffing it away from his mind, but the strength of it he felt and he had to get out of there. “Amy, you are doing well, very well” She just nodded, back in the childlike state she was in earlier. “You’ve let a lot come out and it’s my practice to let my clients sit with those feelings, really feeling them, by themselves for a minute or two – it’s part of the process. So I shall be back in a few moments and we’ll continue. You have done very well”. He smiled as warmly as he could at her. She nodded in agreement and he left the room to head straight for the restroom where he felt he would truly throw his lunch up into the toilet.

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He sat on the closed lid of the toilet in the cubicle, blotting the sweat that had begun to form on his upper lip, forehead and temples, blotting them as he tried so hard to get himself together: His mothers face came into his mind over and over. He swore he would never let it affect him again, he buries it deep inside himself, forgotten. And now this sick creature in his office has bought the memories, the feelings surging back. ‘Damn her’ he spoke with fury in his mind. Why? Why now after 30 odd years are the memories of his Mothers torment gripping him so tightly? ‘It’s her, It’s Amy Lester causing this. I refuse to let this happen, let her control me like this, dominate me. I do the dominating’ he swore to himself. His anger and rage bubbling too close to the surface made his mind up for him – Amy Lester is going to die.

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*Read Part 1 Here

*Read Part 2 Here

 

Story Prompt ‘3WW’ – ‘Three Word Wednesday’ by Thom G, using the words: Animate, Impassioned, Pervert.

 

Deutsch: Phrenologie
Deutsch: Phrenologie (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

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No Light

Grey, don’t go! Don’t leave me, you’ll die from the fire, please, I’m begging you, don’t leave me in here!”

Grey was trying to block his sister’s, Gem, terrified screams as he climbed the rope knowing she was right, he would be burned alive by the burning flame. He drops back down, too grieved by the thought of leaving Gem alone.

Grey, thank you, thank you!”

They both slumped down, defeated again and trapped. Gem puts a comforting arm around her brother.

Grey, the wind will come, see the light up there in the rock? It will blow out the flame and then we can get out of here!”

Gem, always the hopeful.

Grey knew better and says a silent prayer as he huddles with his sister.

“The wind will come Grey, you’ll see”.

He hasn’t the heart to tell her: It’s the air from the hole that is keeping the flame alive.

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Prompt VisDare 57: Escape

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She Knows What We Don’t

Here is your FWF prompt:
Tell me about this girl…

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Quote by Joanne Harris*

She Knows What We Don’t

She definitely was different; more accurately, different in a good way. You never knew quite what was going on in her mind, but you knew that she was reliable and honest and loyal. It’s this thing about her, despite being unlike the rest of us, you could really be at ease with her, be yourself with her, none of the pretending or acting that we all did when we were together. No, she was not like us.

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I have wondered many a time, what is her secret. She has this way about her that speaks volumes even though she’s quiet when she’s around us. One-on-one though, she listens, actually, really, listens – like you’re the most important person in the world. And knowing too, that to tell her something, she’d make no judgement, she’d just listen and that’s why she is admired by each and every one of us (though we would never came right out and say that), but we know it, and we respect her for that.

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But sadly, there are people who don’t quite get her. To them she’s odd and therefore an easy target. We always do our best to protect her, but we all know how tongues wag. They don’t like her because she isn’t the same. I think they are jealous of her. She knows what they don’t, (and don’t ask me, I don’t know what she knows either), but those that are mean about her, I believe, feel jealous, like she’d cracked the code somehow and they can never have that ability for themselves. And they’d never get it because she’s one of a kind: Thoughtful, compassionate and unlike anyone I’d ever met.

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She has it all – not money or a rich husband or a great family – but she knows something we don’t and even I envy her for that. But I’m not spiteful about it, I truthfully look up to her; this bad-ass strong woman who doesn’t suffer fools gladly. She would always stand up for herself by using her mouth, and that’s the reason she was sniggered at behind her back because those girls never had the guts to confront my friend to her face. Because if they did, they knew, they would lose. Don’t get me wrong, she doesn’t like confrontation, (much), but she’d rather have that than the back stabbing because she never knew where she stood and that is what make’s her so frustrated, plus because she knows it’s going on. But, as no one had the backbone to say anything to her – because she would knock them down in one sharp swoop – it makes her feel powerless, sensitive, vulnerable. Yet, in all honesty, she’s as strong as a diamond.

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Make of her what you will. To me though, she’s an animal, no, I mean primal; she does not even fear death. Maybe people are afraid of her – what might happen in her company: She see’s through people, you see; and what makes me laugh – is they and we, all know it!

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She’s a good woman. And if anyone was to say a bad thing about her while I was around, they had better be quiet as I’d stick up for her, however different she is. Different is good and I like her. It’s the back-biters that ultimately lose out by not having her friendship. And in that, I take great comfort because she accepts me and the others the way we all are… And that makes us extremely fortunate to have her in our group.

 

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#FWF Free Write Friday prompt by Kellie Elmore

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The Drug Demon

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The Drug Demon

 

Why did I carry on with what I knew would lead me into trouble? because being high was better than being in reality. Was it that bad? It must have been, though I can’t pin point on exactly what; I just knew I felt better stoned.

I still neck pills to this day, it’s natural for me. Life without being numbed/stoned is unimaginable.

Well, my demon has reappeared, confirming I’m still what I am. To me though, so what?

Who gets to decide what is right and what is wrong – You?

Maybe you need a visit from your very own demon before you pass judgement. Because I can tell you now, You may think you are the moral of society, but You too have your own demon(s).

The difference between You and me though, is I can face mine… Can You face Yours?

 

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Prompt: VisDare 56: Cornered by Angela Goff

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‘Find Me…please?’

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‘Find Me…please?’

I am a shadow of myself, you can see it in my expressions, my eyes, my hunched back. Something dreadful happened to me and I cannot talk about it. But I yearn for the day, when someone I can trust, I can let in. Until that day comes, I am forever a locked box. This image of me is in the mirror each time I look. I am but a single ghost of who I was. But I want YOU to unlock what is inside me. Please reach me, I AM in here, just find me would you, I am begging you, pleading with you. Find me and stay. Here, I give you my key. Just unlock me. Because I know, I know I can trust You. So take me in your arms and tell me that everything is going to be okay. And soon, I will tell you my story.

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Prompt – VisDare 55: Protective by Angela Goff. 150 word writing challenge.

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