Day 276 – Eughy – Short Story

“This is so not what I thought I’d be doing tonight,” he says, as he turns to the girl sitting in the car next to him, she faines a smile and bites down on her bottom lip, before brushing her hair from her face.

“Neither did I,” she says as she turns away, looking out the windscreen. “What are we supposed to do now?”

“We? Five minutes ago you said there was no we, you sai…”

“Don’t, I know what I said, but that’s not what I’m asking, I’m asking what we’re going to do about that,” she says, nodding forward.

He looks towards the windscreen, and swallows, “Oh, yeah, right that,” he says as he runs his hands over his face and let’s out a groan. “Well, I don’t know, I mean, do we have to do anything?”

“Ummm yeah, I think we do, we can’t just, do nothing,” she says sarcastically.

“Well, what do you think we should do?”

“Something, we can’t just sit here ignoring it, what if someone finds out? What if someone saw what happened and use it to try and blackmail us? I’ve seen enough movies and god damn TV shows to know what happens if you try to cover this sort of shit up!” She yells quickly, he sits across from her, eyes twisted, mouth slightly agape, as his mind try’s to make sense of her words.

After a few silent minutes he shakes his head, saliva flicks from his mouth where it had been slowly pooling into as he sat there, “Silvia, what in the hell are you taking about?”

“WHAT THE HELL AM I TALKING ABOUT!” She yells in frustration.

“Yeah, its not like we killed someone, I mean the dudes dead, we didn’t touch him, we only came out here to score some weed.”

“Exactly, we tell someone they’ll know!”

He rolls his eyes in their sockets, “Silvia, you’re like the biggest pot head in town, why should you start worrying what people think now?”

“God Tanner, I’m not talking about buying the pot, I’m talking about us, you dick!”

He sits there for a few more minutes again, before shaking his head in confusion, “What the hell is going on? Are we talking about us, as in you and me as a thing, or us, like, me and you, the ones who just ran over old man Magiure? Because Silvia, I have no idea what’s going on anymore!”

“Dude, I knew you’d cave!” She yells.


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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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