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Post by Kotetsu on Mar 26, 2016 3:29:45 GMT
Writing prompts, short stories, art, other random writing samples, CS stuff....
We all know what these threads are for.
Comments and criticisms welcome.
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Post by Kotetsu on Mar 26, 2016 3:32:28 GMT
((Did this all in about 30 mins or so, showing it as it is in it's original form rather than editing it. Matter of fact that's kinda what I like to do when it's in the form of a prompt regardless.)) “Baa, baa, Black sheep, have you any dead? Yes sir, yes sir, plus at least three bags for this one to lay his head.” I had taken up a rather dark habit of singing this modified nursery rhyme. In my line of work a body bag was an all too common reality. I can’t say I blame people for being creeped out by this; as a matter of fact I’d be insulted if the opposite were true. Heck this guy listening to me sing this tune right now, I tell ya I like the look on his face. It’s the kind of look you get when you stare death in the face, and I was loving every second of it. “Oh one for the scumbag, who I don’t dare name. I put a bullet in his head and he’ll never be the same.” As I sing these songs, the fact of the matter is they are for my own sanity. You don’t just live in the shadow of death without winding up a little fucked in the head don’t you? I don’t think this fella realizes that. Never mind the fact that the rhythm is way off, or that it doesn’t fuckin rhyme. I swear, humanity lacks the ability to understand different interpretations of art sometimes. Some folks cope with alcohol or drugs or whatever their poison may be. I personally find the act sickening in comparison. What better way to drown out your sorrows than to bring your mind back to some form of child hood innocence. Then again this guy doesn’t know much about that does he? He’s just lying there, scared stiff like the corpse he is about to become... a few hours after I let him bleed out. “Oh one for the rapist, who stole from someone today. A dagger to his nuts and we’ll see what he has to say?” I twirled my box cutter around as I look to the husk of a man before me, strapped down to the table. I decided a lead slug in his brain would be too merciful. I didn’t have an actual cool looking dagger on me at the moment. Old reliable and her current dull rusty blade which I have not bothered to fix up or clean will have to do for now. This guy didn’t think twice I bet before committing these atrocious acts. I gotta teach him a lesson that there is always a better option. It’s still not going to end well for him, but the sight of someone making a better choice for him… maybe he’ll take that with him to the afterlife. “Oh one for the little lass, the life you destroyed who lives down the lane. If she hadn’t paid me, she’d do this herself all the same…” And now you know why I’m here, what I do, and more importantly how I manage to sleep at night after getting paid for it. The world is a sick place that I happen to be a part of. Just be grateful I get my kicks off dangling a running circular saw inches from the faces of people like this instead of people like you. Now if you don’t mind… the mention of a circular saw just gave me an even better idea… and I only have enough surgical scrubs for myself. I think you might want to be at least fifty or so feet away once I really get into it here.
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Post by Kotetsu on Apr 22, 2016 3:45:44 GMT
Start of something I'm working on. Painted on a busted old skateboard.
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