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Daren... I must put you on a bus. You will ride and ride, and ride some more until you reach your aunt May and your uncle Russ. Just know I love you, now please leave without a fuss."
And so the kids left the house, Karen with her phone and Daren with his mouse. Finally, Tim found the time to work, three less a louse. At the end of the day, he cleaned the house and rid any trace of his family, even burning his wife in her favorite blue blouse.
The Curious Case of G. Ferghoof
There are usually two types of addicts. One type knows control. They can stay away from their addictions. They get the support they need from their friends, family, and their sponsor. They do everything in their power to avoid becoming the monster they believe themselves to be. They are strong and empowered.
The other type only pretends long enough until their hunger must be satiated. Some people guess that it's because their addiction is too strong or their will is too weak. Well, Germaine Ferghoof was neither of those. No. He held on because he loved to savor the taste of gratifying that deep unrelenting hunger.
The sweet smell of marinated steak permeated the dark kitchen. Germaine stood at the range and cooked his meal on medium. The only light was a small LED shining down from the lamp under the microwave. A brilliantly flavored miasma of steam and smoke from the searing flesh billowed from the pan.
Germaine grabbed the handle, shook his meal off onto a nearby porcelain plate decorated with crude images of lilacs and roses, and set the pan aside to cool. He took the plate to his table, and sat across from Chyna Shearson. They smiled cheerfully at each other.
Chyna said nothing; only stared as he cut his meal. She watched him take a bite, close his eyes, and roll the salty meat over his tongue. He opened his eyes, and she continued to smile.
He'd met her just a few days ago, and because they had such an amazing first date, he decided they should have dinner together once again. So , there she sat, her eyes held open by surgical stitches. Each corner of her mouth pulled back into a grin by two fishing hooks bound together with a heavy-duty rubber band. She wore a beautiful red silk dress, and her skin was soft all the way down to her hands. Well, only the one hand because he'd relocated the other to his plate.
"You have such beautiful eyes," he said as he gestured to those cold milky orbs, and then he picked her hand up and bit one of her fingers off.
He began to chew, and the juices squished between his teeth. The bone softly crunched and popped under the powerful weight of his jaw, and a small piece suddenly shot into the back of his throat.
He coughed hard—even spit some of his food out—but there still remained a large chunk blocking his air. He heaved and choked and coughed and wheezed. Finally, he fell dead onto the plate. She continued to smile.
Germaine learned the hard way that night that one should never bite the hand that feeds.
Days of Future Past, Unknown
The trees danced with a hot intermittent breeze as the sun's rays of death bled through the leaves. California wiped the sweat from her brow, released the trigger handle of the mower, and listened to the motor die. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and breathed deep the scent of freshly cut grass. When she opened her eyes and grasped the ripcord to start the mower's engine, she noticed a large hole had suddenly appeared in the ground directly in front of her.
"What the..." She said.
She used her hand as a visor to get a better look without the sun blinding her. Sure enough, it was a hole, and it was large enough to have swallowed her and the mower if she’d kept walking. She looked toward the halfway house she lived in and wondered if anyone was available to investigate the strange hole with her. Seeing no one within earshot of her call, she moved around the lawnmower.
As she approached the deep pocket of missing earth, she
And so the kids left the house, Karen with her phone and Daren with his mouse. Finally, Tim found the time to work, three less a louse. At the end of the day, he cleaned the house and rid any trace of his family, even burning his wife in her favorite blue blouse.
The Curious Case of G. Ferghoof
There are usually two types of addicts. One type knows control. They can stay away from their addictions. They get the support they need from their friends, family, and their sponsor. They do everything in their power to avoid becoming the monster they believe themselves to be. They are strong and empowered.
The other type only pretends long enough until their hunger must be satiated. Some people guess that it's because their addiction is too strong or their will is too weak. Well, Germaine Ferghoof was neither of those. No. He held on because he loved to savor the taste of gratifying that deep unrelenting hunger.
The sweet smell of marinated steak permeated the dark kitchen. Germaine stood at the range and cooked his meal on medium. The only light was a small LED shining down from the lamp under the microwave. A brilliantly flavored miasma of steam and smoke from the searing flesh billowed from the pan.
Germaine grabbed the handle, shook his meal off onto a nearby porcelain plate decorated with crude images of lilacs and roses, and set the pan aside to cool. He took the plate to his table, and sat across from Chyna Shearson. They smiled cheerfully at each other.
Chyna said nothing; only stared as he cut his meal. She watched him take a bite, close his eyes, and roll the salty meat over his tongue. He opened his eyes, and she continued to smile.
He'd met her just a few days ago, and because they had such an amazing first date, he decided they should have dinner together once again. So , there she sat, her eyes held open by surgical stitches. Each corner of her mouth pulled back into a grin by two fishing hooks bound together with a heavy-duty rubber band. She wore a beautiful red silk dress, and her skin was soft all the way down to her hands. Well, only the one hand because he'd relocated the other to his plate.
"You have such beautiful eyes," he said as he gestured to those cold milky orbs, and then he picked her hand up and bit one of her fingers off.
He began to chew, and the juices squished between his teeth. The bone softly crunched and popped under the powerful weight of his jaw, and a small piece suddenly shot into the back of his throat.
He coughed hard—even spit some of his food out—but there still remained a large chunk blocking his air. He heaved and choked and coughed and wheezed. Finally, he fell dead onto the plate. She continued to smile.
Germaine learned the hard way that night that one should never bite the hand that feeds.
Days of Future Past, Unknown
The trees danced with a hot intermittent breeze as the sun's rays of death bled through the leaves. California wiped the sweat from her brow, released the trigger handle of the mower, and listened to the motor die. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and breathed deep the scent of freshly cut grass. When she opened her eyes and grasped the ripcord to start the mower's engine, she noticed a large hole had suddenly appeared in the ground directly in front of her.
"What the..." She said.
She used her hand as a visor to get a better look without the sun blinding her. Sure enough, it was a hole, and it was large enough to have swallowed her and the mower if she’d kept walking. She looked toward the halfway house she lived in and wondered if anyone was available to investigate the strange hole with her. Seeing no one within earshot of her call, she moved around the lawnmower.
As she approached the deep pocket of missing earth, she
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