Friday

The Beast

Every night Freddy hears the bedraggled beast. It drives him insane. Freddy likes perfection.

Reluctantly, he heads up to the attic.

Freddy has kept the pathetic beast bound in chains ever since he was a boy but now Freddy is older, he finds his mother exasperating and he wonders how he will dispose of her...

Thursday

The Mutilated Corpse Part 20

'Wake me up from this nightmare' you scream, you plead with me to spare your life, yet I'm past caring, so before you crack and burst, let me see you squirm, and let me see you smile.

Monday

A Love Story

Edward De Lush braces himself as he watches the strangers dance in the haze. They inflame in him a hidden desire. Edward increases his dose. He knows his reputation is truly tarnished.

Edward needs his pills to remember. To make the real seem unreal.

Edward has a secret.

Edward De Lush is hopelessly in love with Eleanor.

Eleanor Birch, not only young and beautiful but also a talented pianist and singer. All the handsome young gentlemen regularly attend her recitals.

Yesterday, Edward was seething when he heard the news of Eleanor's wedding plans. A drunken Edward ran havoc around town. How could Eleanor spurn his love for another man...

As Edward remembers, he wipes the sweat from his brow and curses.

"Eleanor, you stupid bitch. How could you do this to me?"

Tonight, Edward De Lush decides he will pursue his original plan.

Edward creeps into Eleanor's bedroom, he hovers over her, then quietly lowers himself and gently turns her head. Edward is in ecstasy as his teeth sink into her neck.

Edward lays beside a lifeless Eleanor. He strokes her strawberry blonde hair, removes her gown and caress her naked body. Then he walks over to fetch the bridal dress.

Once Eleanor is dressed, he places the ring on her finger. Just as lovers do, Edward whispers affectionate words but as he makes love to her, he shows no mercy.

"Eleanor, you stupid bitch. How could you make me do this?"

Edward De Lush braces himself as he watches the strangers dance in the haze. They inflame in him a hidden desire. Edward increases his dose. He knows his reputation is truly tarnished.

Edward needs his pills to remember. To make the real seem unreal.

Edward has a secret.

Edward De Lush is hopelessly in love with Eleanor.

The Mutilated Corpse Part 18

See part 17 at http://jeffforgotthechocolate.blogspot.com/

And think about your obsessions, your passion, your cravings, as you make that final trip to the vineyard.

Thursday

The Mutilated Corpse Part 16

See Part 15 at http://jeffforgotthechocolate.blogspot.com/

Emm... then again if you pay what you owe and slash off your left ear and slice it into tiny pieces, Daniel and Albert might let you live, well... perhaps.

Tuesday

The Mutilated Corpse Part 14

See Part 13 at http://jeffforgotthechocolate.blogspot.com/

And if you dare to refuse Albert's proposal of marriage, he will nibble away at each piece of you until you are no more than mush.

Saturday

Waiting for Malcolm

Peter the Frog hop's to the nearest lily pad. Malcolm is snoozing under the lilies, sword in hand. Peter the Frog croaks 'Malcolm.' A sleepy Malcolm slowly raises his head. Peter the Frog grumpily continues 'When are you going to materialize? People and frogs have waited one hundred years and three chapters, its just not on.' There is a moment of silence so Peter the Frog folds his tiny arms, stamps his tiny feet and waits anxiously for an answer. Malcolm raises his tall self, ponders over his cameo appearance and then replies in a stern voice, 'Patience. Patience.'

Peter the Frog slices some mango and waits.

The Diner

Greg is starving. He hasn't eaten for three days, except for a packet of crisps and a piece of stale bread. He staggers along the railroad. He suddenly stops. He notices a woman holding a severed head. She slices its crown like it was a hard boiled egg then picks up a gold plated spoon and tucks into it. Greg drools as he enters the restaurant.

Friday

Girl

Girl screams at the wake of her own destruction.

Girl, gambled her trust, gambled it on a friend.

Girl lost.

Girl needs something that is out of reach.

Girl needs to be loved.

Girl scratches.

Scratches the pain.

Girl holds the razor firm.

Masochist girl aims violent strokes.

Blood oozes.

Girl continues to scratch.

Scratches the pain.

Girl dreams of rainbows,

as the colour in her eyes begins to fade.

Girl gnaws at her bones.

Girl, gnaws, bites and chews.

Girl scratches.
Girl gnaws.
Girl scratches.
Girl gnaws.

Girl is through.

The Mutilated Corpse Part 12

See Part 11 at http://jeffforgotthechocolate.blogspot.com/

And look out for Daniel for he will be wearing odd socks and shoes, and waiting with his evil ferret, Albert.

Thursday

The Mutilated Corpse Part 10

See Part 9 at http://jeffforgotthechocolate.blogspot.com/

And now I can only turn away in sadness and leave you behind but remember, please be kind to the crimson nightingale, she sings her song just for you.

Friday

The Mutilated Corpse Part 8

See Part 7 here: http://jeffforgotthechocolate.blogspot.com/

But if they eat too many cookies the devious hedgehog could give the game away and then all what should be forgotten shall be revealed.

Tuesday

The Mutilated Corpse Part 6

See Part 5 at http://jeffforgotthechocolate.blogspot.com/

Yes... Alistair who always drank way too much wine and made dresses and suits out of human skin for those insane cats of his - but the Vampires will be lurking, waiting patiently for you and their moment of triumph.

Saturday

The Mutilated Corpse Part 4

See part 3 at http://jeffforgotthechocolate.blogspot.com/

And when I hear your words, hurtful, twisted, always sadistic, and when I see you looking so sublime, I tell myself, just fifteen days, just fifteen more days and then...

Thursday

The Mutilated Corpse Part 2

The Mutilated Corpse is a one-line at a time version of "The Exquisite Corpse" writing exercise. This one is going to be twenty lines long and a joint effort between myself and Throg of http://jeffforgotthechocolate.blogspot.com/ You can read his line 1 there. This is line 2:

And you remain here thinking you're in control, pull me close and tell me this is our destiny.