Day 244 – Sedate Me – Short Story

“How the fuck are you still standing dude? You took, like, the whole fucking dose, that was not the plan, we were like, going to share it around all of us, and you, you fucking took it all!” She yells at him, as he stands there, looking at her through glazed over eyes, drool runs from his mouth and down his chin, forming a log, elastic like string, as it bungees towards the floor. She grabs him by both arms and beings shaking him violently.

“Is there anyone in there?” She calls out, he smiles, will, at least she thinks he does, and then goes white as a ghost, as he empties the contents of his stomach, over her. She stands there is shock for a few moments before letting out a horrendous scream, and he begins to laugh as she runs from the room, he awkwardly turns towards the two others, who as seated on a couch not far from him, both giggling, as they pass a bong between themselves.

“DUDE, THAT WAS FUCKING RADICAL!” One of them yells as, as he hive fives the other.

“Y-Y-Yoooooouuuuuuuu hhhha-ha-havn’t seeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnn aa-a-a-aaaannnnnnyyythingggggggggggggggggggggg YET!” He says as he beings to laugh softly to himself.

“Show us dude, we wanna see it all.”

“A-A-AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE YYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUU SURE, SURE, SURE!”

The two men burst into laughter, “DUDE, you are so wasted!” One of them yells out, through the laughter.

His eyes roll up, inside his head, leaving hollow,  empty sockets, staring at the two, now very silent men on the couch. He extends his arms outwards, and begins to slowly levitate off the ground.

“I think you’re the ones who are about to be WASTED!” He screams as the room is engulfed in a white hot ball of power, that implodes, leaving an empty space where a house used to be, and him, hovering above the ground, smiling still, like someone who’s just been told they’ve won ten million dollars and they’ve only got three hours to live.

 

END

 

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Matthew Tonks

People are surprised when reading Matthew’s stories that he’s a sane forty something year old, happily married, father of one, employed full time and dream of dark disturbing things that any sane person would never even contemplate thinking of. But it's true, he’s toyed with writing for most of his adult life, but has always found the peg a writer must fit into is not the shape he wished to be. His writing can be described as lamenting, long, concussive (yes it smashes you in the head), compulsive, and stuffed with rhythmic communication and violence, let’s not forget the violence. His own opinion on his writing is this, “You see, I don't just want the words to seep into your mind, but into your soul, showing you images of blood and beauty through, volatile language, violence, sex, love and sin. My muse takes different shapes, and every now and then you can see her shining her wicked smile in some of my stories, tempting you with her promises, but ripping your heart out instead.” So have a look, and take a seat in my wayward ride, as you join me while I purge through, this twisted road of madness.

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