Day 284 – Stay – Short Story

It was cold, and wet, when I first saw her, when we first met.

I was swept away, in dirty thoughts, places my mind should never have went, up there with the astronauts.

We clicked in ways I’ve never known, we laughed constantly, we fucked like rabbits, I knew I loved her instantly.

But the clouds moved in quick, I saw something else, something I’d never seen, and then came the welts.

At first they were itchy, then they began to ache, painful, and then my skin started to flake.

“My skin started to flake? Steady on there sunshine.”

“Excuse me? Who the fuck are you, and why are you interfering in my story, slash rhyme?”

“I’m your fucking smarts, you know, the part of your brain you hardly ever use unless it’s really, really fucking important.”

“Oh, okay, so, why the hell are you interfering in my post?”

“Because it’s shit, and someone needed to put a stop to it before you embarrassed yourself any more than you have.”

“What the fuck? Embarrassing? Are you reading this? It’s gold, any one can see that.”

“If gold was forced out your anus, and smelt like garbage, then, this is gold, otherwise, its shit, why don’t you write another Dark Stars? People like that, hell, you like it.”

“I wasn’t in the mood okay, I need to be in….”

“Bullshit, don’t lie to me, in the mood, what the fuck are you, a fifty year old virgin making excuses?”

“What?”

“You heard me Einstein, I said, stop talking out your arse!”

“Okay then, smarts, what should I write tonight then?”

“How about some internal monologue shit, open up, show the world what you’re made of, shit like that fucking rocks.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to do that? You can’t just open up with some internal bullshit off the bat without some fluffy lead in.”

“Start off with something crappy, that you can turn into an internal discussion about how crap it is, that should work.”

“And how the… Oh.”

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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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