Post by theudy on Apr 4, 2017 11:35:13 GMT -5
Udy was sitting at his desk trying to complete a poetry that has been ringing in his ears as if someone was screaming the words at his soul! But he was not able to complete as his concentration was wavering like the bulb above his head. He was a wrestler now but living his life in kay-fabe was breaking the fourth wall of his reality…..
“Like a specter gliding through the dark, cold night
I row through the murky waters of life,
Just a fading image of a vibrant portrait,
A graying shade of once colorful self,
I am a ghost
And I walk alone, my head bowed
like a shadow through the dirty and lurid streets
where contaminated vaginas promise false ecstasy,
skinny hands beckoning to the foul, rotten beds
Then I look up and saw death on her face”
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A man…or was it? It was running, naked covered in sweat and crimson… his body shining under the muted light of the full moon.
There were innumerable questions going through his twisted and confused mind? But he was not sure whether he really wanted those questions answered. Was it blood in his hand? Was that metallic taste in his mouth of blood and gut?
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Finally his body.. or was it his.. began to tire and he fell on his knees. He belched and vomited.
He remembered entering the house with someone. Who was it? Oh yes… It was the slut he picked up on his way from that old dingy pub called Blazing Skull. What did he do then?
He was surrounded by trees.. Shadows dancing to the tune of his misfortune. The uninhibited sounds of the fauna seemed to mock at his weakness!!
He was overwhelmed by the rancid and fetid smell his own vomit.
Some nocturnal creature looked at him through one of the bush and the shining eyes of the animal snapped him back to the events of the past couple of hours.
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They entered a hallway covered in dilapidated wall-papers, the rooms smelling like a damp earth. It also had an air of hopelessness and he could feel impending doom as the girl who called herself Vera leaned against him. He felt her heart beat against him and salivated as she thought about her warm blood.
She led him to a bed that had an over powering stench of sweats and passionless sex.
Still all he could smell was the rich and invigorating flow of blood running through Vera’s fragile body. But...............
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But under that ghastly make-up, there seemed to be a young but fairly attractive girl. All of a sudden he could feel her pain and he almost felt pity for her….
Strange.. strange indeed!!!
She removed his shirt and stepped over her dress naked. And she fell on him….
Her heart beat broke his stupor and he was back salivating at the thought of biting into her fair skin! What was he thinking? Why was he thinking?
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He looked up at sky and felt like howling and he did!
He pulled himself up and ran… He ran.. And ran.. And ran!
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Memory Lost in Limbo
“He was in the hospital for few days after they found him alone and in a “trauma induced trance” as the doctors called it. After he bit a nurse on a particularly bright night, the local sheriff and doctor put him in a straightjacket and transported him to an asylum”
“It took him few days to figure out that they have booked him as a crazy lunatic. He was a risk to everyone around”
“A cocaine addicted attendant whose name tag read Samy once told old hag of a nurse that he thought patient number 229 was a some kind of evil.. He was what he called possessed by a demon”
“Both of them vanished without a trace”
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The Cabin lost in the woods!
The Lone Wolf walked into the living room after having a hot and reinvigorating bath that lasted for hours. His skin burning from the heat and scratches as he cleansed himself vigorously.
He walked up to his desk under the flickering bulb and looked down at the page he was writing…
“Death looking at me through her gloomy eyes
Beckoning me to join for a final supper!”
Finally he did complete his latest piece…..
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The hair on The Udy’s neck stood up at the mention of the name! He didn't dare to turn!!
For first time in many years, The Udy felt something and something pumped in his chest…
For first time in his life he felt a sensation… It was new and it was FEAR!
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Another fragment from the past!
"He walked through the dark and dank corridor of the asylum "like a specter gliding". He planned his escape to the T.
Ryland paid an attendant cash to counterfiet a straightjacket which he then cut and modified into a jacket to save from the
chilly night air. His blanket will cushion him from the barbed wire fence he will have to cross!
The guards were drunk and to sleepy to care a fuck about anything. Why would they? Noone ever escaped the walls before.
After crossing the fence, patient no. 229, walked through the dirt track till he spotted a car. He had an instant idea!
As he peeked inside the car, he could see none other but Samy getting an oral from the aging nurse he spoke to about
Ryland.
Seeing a face peering inside, Samy made the nurse stop and stared at the silhouted face. As recognition hit his brain,
his face became white.
'What the fucck!', he said and fumbled to find his nightstick. He grabbed and opened the door but thats the only thing he
did before he tasted the eroding color of his old sedan. The red color of the car became more pronounced at the spot his
head was banged into!
The horified nurse collected her blouse and tried to run but The Udy caught and swung her around. She opened her mouth to
scream but before the shrill sound could come out she was dead as her neck snapped.
She fell on a heap...her expression eternally fixed in grotesque mid-scream!"
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Udy would then travel home across the seas onboard a container vessel...
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“Like a specter gliding through the dark, cold night
I row through the murky waters of life,
Just a fading image of a vibrant portrait,
A graying shade of once colorful self,
I am a ghost
And I walk alone, my head bowed
like a shadow through the dirty and lurid streets
where contaminated vaginas promise false ecstasy,
skinny hands beckoning to the foul, rotten beds
Then I look up and saw death on her face”
__________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ ____________________
A man…or was it? It was running, naked covered in sweat and crimson… his body shining under the muted light of the full moon.
There were innumerable questions going through his twisted and confused mind? But he was not sure whether he really wanted those questions answered. Was it blood in his hand? Was that metallic taste in his mouth of blood and gut?
__________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ ____________________
Finally his body.. or was it his.. began to tire and he fell on his knees. He belched and vomited.
He remembered entering the house with someone. Who was it? Oh yes… It was the slut he picked up on his way from that old dingy pub called Blazing Skull. What did he do then?
He was surrounded by trees.. Shadows dancing to the tune of his misfortune. The uninhibited sounds of the fauna seemed to mock at his weakness!!
He was overwhelmed by the rancid and fetid smell his own vomit.
Some nocturnal creature looked at him through one of the bush and the shining eyes of the animal snapped him back to the events of the past couple of hours.
__________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ ____________________
They entered a hallway covered in dilapidated wall-papers, the rooms smelling like a damp earth. It also had an air of hopelessness and he could feel impending doom as the girl who called herself Vera leaned against him. He felt her heart beat against him and salivated as she thought about her warm blood.
She led him to a bed that had an over powering stench of sweats and passionless sex.
Still all he could smell was the rich and invigorating flow of blood running through Vera’s fragile body. But...............
__________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ ____________________
But under that ghastly make-up, there seemed to be a young but fairly attractive girl. All of a sudden he could feel her pain and he almost felt pity for her….
Strange.. strange indeed!!!
She removed his shirt and stepped over her dress naked. And she fell on him….
Her heart beat broke his stupor and he was back salivating at the thought of biting into her fair skin! What was he thinking? Why was he thinking?
__________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ ____________________
He looked up at sky and felt like howling and he did!
He pulled himself up and ran… He ran.. And ran.. And ran!
__________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ ____________________
Memory Lost in Limbo
“He was in the hospital for few days after they found him alone and in a “trauma induced trance” as the doctors called it. After he bit a nurse on a particularly bright night, the local sheriff and doctor put him in a straightjacket and transported him to an asylum”
“It took him few days to figure out that they have booked him as a crazy lunatic. He was a risk to everyone around”
“A cocaine addicted attendant whose name tag read Samy once told old hag of a nurse that he thought patient number 229 was a some kind of evil.. He was what he called possessed by a demon”
“Both of them vanished without a trace”
__________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ ____________________
The Cabin lost in the woods!
The Lone Wolf walked into the living room after having a hot and reinvigorating bath that lasted for hours. His skin burning from the heat and scratches as he cleansed himself vigorously.
He walked up to his desk under the flickering bulb and looked down at the page he was writing…
“Death looking at me through her gloomy eyes
Beckoning me to join for a final supper!”
Finally he did complete his latest piece…..
__________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ ____________________
__________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ ____________________
The hair on The Udy’s neck stood up at the mention of the name! He didn't dare to turn!!
For first time in many years, The Udy felt something and something pumped in his chest…
For first time in his life he felt a sensation… It was new and it was FEAR!
__________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ ____________________
Another fragment from the past!
"He walked through the dark and dank corridor of the asylum "like a specter gliding". He planned his escape to the T.
Ryland paid an attendant cash to counterfiet a straightjacket which he then cut and modified into a jacket to save from the
chilly night air. His blanket will cushion him from the barbed wire fence he will have to cross!
The guards were drunk and to sleepy to care a fuck about anything. Why would they? Noone ever escaped the walls before.
After crossing the fence, patient no. 229, walked through the dirt track till he spotted a car. He had an instant idea!
As he peeked inside the car, he could see none other but Samy getting an oral from the aging nurse he spoke to about
Ryland.
Seeing a face peering inside, Samy made the nurse stop and stared at the silhouted face. As recognition hit his brain,
his face became white.
'What the fucck!', he said and fumbled to find his nightstick. He grabbed and opened the door but thats the only thing he
did before he tasted the eroding color of his old sedan. The red color of the car became more pronounced at the spot his
head was banged into!
The horified nurse collected her blouse and tried to run but The Udy caught and swung her around. She opened her mouth to
scream but before the shrill sound could come out she was dead as her neck snapped.
She fell on a heap...her expression eternally fixed in grotesque mid-scream!"
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Udy would then travel home across the seas onboard a container vessel...
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