This'll be a laugh!
I'm going to try to write a novel in 30 days! Hah! I can't even do a daily blog!
I'll keep ya updated,
*crickets*
Well, I'm sure a couple of people accidentally read this blog...
Here's the excerpt from my classic:
Unstoppable
The rain came down and hid my tears.
My mind raced, trying to think of a way to escape, but, nothing would come to me. There was a blankness in my mind, a black hole of nothing. The synapses in my brain took a nap and left me trembling with despair. There was nothing I could do. I was a goner. I'll be deader than Hector in a minute for my "son" was only a few feet from me and He was Death itself.
A handsome thing , six feet, 240, give or take a few pounds, chest wide, the face of a god, bright, blue eyes, strong chin, a smile that can endear you,and leer at you the same time. Women swooned and sighed when they saw him, fluttered their eyelashes when he charmed them with his snake tongued chat. Died screaming, torn apart by this thing that looks like a man.
My "son, " David.
It is not human, but I did sire it,and I unleashed this horror upon the world, and for that I am deeply sorry. It is a regret that haunts me every second of every day. It is a guilt that weighs me down so much, that I can hardly get up out of bed. All those people who have died by the hands of this monster, all the pain, suffering, carnage, blood, and fear is down to one man. Me, William Hardwood, a weak man, an obsessed man, a man whose exploits in the world of forbidden sex has damned him forever.
A man about to meet his Maker.
He stopped in front of me, a tower of retribution, his eyes lit up in triumph. His smile sent my bowels to water. I could feel the hot liquid shit run down the back of my legs, my face turning bright red with shame, but, the rain still hid my tears.
He sniffed, and laughed.
"Daddy! You've shit yourself! Have I scared you? Why are you scared of your son? I love you, Pappy, with all my- oh, wait, I don't have a heart, do I? That's right, that's right, I'm heartless, cold blooded, souless, isn't that what the papers say about me? The Beast?And that's all down to you, Poppy Dearest, you made me what I am. You're going to pay for that. I'm going to take my time with you and make you feel every pain imaginable. I'll keep you alive for weeks until I grow tired and all the fun goes out of it. I will relish every single moment, every single cut. And, after? I'll have peace, finally. I'll be free of all this pain that wracks my mind and body, this infernal fire that consumes my very being. No more pain, no more-"
I kicked him in the balls as hard as I could, but, he didn't even flinch. I may as well have kicked a concrete bollard for all the good it did.
He looked at me quizzically, as if I'd done something unexpected, something outrageous, then he lifted his hand and lightly slapped me in the face. I flew back with such force that I swear that I shattered the tree that I slammed into. That's what it felt like anyway. Tiny bright lights revolved around my head, and the world spun fast around its axis, I was dizzy, and nauseated, and in a whole lot of pain. I vomited bile all over my shirt that mixed with the blood that gushed from my nose. My mouth felt numb, and I noticed a few teeth mixed in with the puke. My spine seemed to have exited of it's on accord and melded with the tree, my legs jerked and shuddered with a life of their own, my arms were deadweights, gone to sleep, resting on my spastic legs, waking up when they damn well feel like it.
He took his time walking up to me, savoring my situation, laughing with glee. He clapped his hands, like a child receiving his favorite Christmas present, and then started doing a little jig.
"Oh, Daddy Dearest, what have you done?
You've gone and sired a fucked up son
The Beast is bad,He's Shock N Awe
All because of his perverted Paw
Blood on the ground, flesh in his nails
The Beast is loose and he never fails
Your gonna pay for what you have done
Death by the hands of a fucked up son
I shivered and trembled and pissed myself with fear,imagining what he will do to me, recalling all the reports of the brutality and violence he perpetrated on his victims.Remembering clearly the film of the police walk-through of a crime scene at the Patterson's place. A slaughterhouse of blood,humiliation, and, pain...
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