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dustinzgirl

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So, add a sentance or a paragraph, keep it non stupid, and win a prize.

He was watching her. He had been watching her, from across the street atop a house that was empty. The for sale sign swung pleasantly in the breeze. He liked the watching part, for days, sometimes weeks, he could watch them, make sure they were the right ones. She was, he knew it. Her house was new, perfect, white, spotless. There was not a crack on the new cement, and the lawn was so damn green it almost made his eyes hurt. But not as much as they hurt when he watched the girls, his girls. Her.
She was pretty, not model pretty, but enough to make guys turn their heads and construction workers half a block down whistle when she walked her dog. They were putting up another new house, almost exactly like hers. All the houses were the variations of the same, architecturally boring design.
She, her name was Deb Lancaster, as it said on her mailbox, picked the newspaper from the front step and sipped her coffee. At least he imagined it was coffee, what else would she drink this early in the morning?
He had her now, the muzzle of his rifle poked out from beneath the sights. He could take her, watch her scream and die like the others.
She belonged to him.
Now, he knew was not the time, tonight, maybe. But not now.
 

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dustinzgirl said:
So, add a sentance or a paragraph, keep it non stupid, and win a prize.

He was watching her. He had been watching her, from across the street atop a house that was empty. The for sale sign swung pleasantly in the breeze. He liked the watching part, for days, sometimes weeks, he could watch them, make sure they were the right ones. She was, he knew it. Her house was new, perfect, white, spotless. There was not a crack on the new cement, and the lawn was so damn green it almost made his eyes hurt. But not as much as they hurt when he watched the girls, his girls. Her.
She was pretty, not model pretty, but enough to make guys turn their heads and construction workers half a block down whistle when she walked her dog. They were putting up another new house, almost exactly like hers. All the houses were the variations of the same, architecturally boring design.
She, her name was Deb Lancaster, as it said on her mailbox, picked the newspaper from the front step and sipped her coffee. At least he imagined it was coffee, what else would she drink this early in the morning?
He had her now, the muzzle of his rifle poked out from beneath the sights. He could take her, watch her scream and die like the others.
She belonged to him.
Now, he knew was not the time, tonight, maybe. But not now.
He knew he had wanted her for a long time, but he would have to wait a little longer and keep himself distracted, he needed to be patient, he had all the urge to just end her now but he didn't.
Something came over him that this wasn't the right time, he felt a sudden stop in his stomach he had never felt before.
He would sit there for awhile and comtemplate what he was going to do, he imagined himself getting up from this place, he needed something to waste time until tonight.
He watched her go back inside her bright white house, just like the rest, watching her movement, slowly up the porch steps, while her mind distracted on the newspaper she had in hand and take slips from her suspected coffee. He waited for a moment, took a deep breath and stood up..........
 

RageAgainst

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meh_it_all said:
He knew he had wanted her for a long time, but he would have to wait a little longer and keep himself distracted, he needed to be patient, he had all the urge to just end her now but he didn't.
Something came over him that this wasn't the right time, he felt a sudden stop in his stomach he had never felt before.
He would sit there for awhile and comtemplate what he was going to do, he imagined himself getting up from this plate and going inside, he needed something to waste time until tonight.
He watched her go back inside her bright white house, just like the rest, watching her movement, slowly up the porch steps, while her mind distracted on the newspaper she had in hand and take slips from her suspected coffee. He waited for a moment, took a deep breath and stood up..........
Suddently, a voice in his head said, in a dull and evil tone :
"wait... rape her first. rape her. now.".
He couldn't resist that voice. The feeling inside him slowly disappeared as his thurst for sex gained the upper hand.

He carefully put his high-powered rifle down in its case and quickly went out his appartment and down the stairs. As he opened the exit door, he saw she was still there, standing up with her coffee, reading the news. She was just about to go in.

He crossed the street, walking towards her like there was no tomorrow. As she turned and looked at him, he stepped on a banana peel and knocked his head unconcious on the sidewalk.
 

dustinzgirl

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RageAgainst said:
Suddently, a voice in his head said, in a dull and evil tone :
"wait... rape her first. rape her. now.".
He couldn't resist that voice. The feeling inside him slowly disappeared as his thurst for sex gained the upper hand.

He carefully put his high-powered rifle down in its case and quickly went out his appartment and down the stairs. As he opened the exit door, he saw she was still there, standing up with her coffee, reading the news. She was just about to go in.

He crossed the street, walking towards her like there was no tomorrow. As she turned and looked at him, he stepped on a banana peel and knocked his head unconcious on the sidewalk.
He awoke, his mouth felt like piss and cotton. Nevermind how the piss got there. His hands and feet were numb and tied tight. His fingers had turned blue.
She stood over him, and smiled. She held the rifle to his gut, and played it down to his crotch.
He was sweating now, and scared. He had never been scared before, not this scared. he was always the one in control, always the one they begged before he tenderly slit thier throats and fucked their necks.
But now, he was tied fast, and his eyes reflected fear.

"You have been a naughty, naughty boy." She said, and pulled off her pale pink robe.

He wanted to scream, but could not. is this how all the others had felt when they were at his mercy? The fear eating them, killing them, more than any knife or gun could do?

Her stomach pulsed and grew. The skin seperated in with force, and his face was covered with blood. A creature came forth, something very arachnid like, with eight legs and large, pinching mandibles.

She smiled at him through bloody lips. "Now, you will know fear. Now you will know pain."

And this time, the would be serial rapist and murderer screamed, he screamed until his throat burned and eyes nealy burst.
 

Brain Spout

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dustinzgirl said:
He awoke, his mouth felt like piss and cotton. Nevermind how the piss got there. His hands and feet were numb and tied tight. His fingers had turned blue.
She stood over him, and smiled. She held the rifle to his gut, and played it down to his crotch.
He was sweating now, and scared. He had never been scared before, not this scared. he was always the one in control, always the one they begged before he tenderly slit thier throats and fucked their necks.
But now, he was tied fast, and his eyes reflected fear.

"You have been a naughty, naughty boy." She said, and pulled off her pale pink robe.

He wanted to scream, but could not. is this how all the others had felt when they were at his mercy? The fear eating them, killing them, more than any knife or gun could do?

Her stomach pulsed and grew. The skin seperated in with force, and his face was covered with blood. A creature came forth, something very arachnid like, with eight legs and large, pinching mandibles.

She smiled at him through bloody lips. "Now, you will know fear. Now you will know pain."

And this time, the would be serial rapist and murderer screamed, he screamed until his throat burned and eyes nealy burst.
He could feel in his chest his heart beating faster what he thought was possible. The acrid smell of blood invaded his nostrils, as the blood itself dripped into the orifices on his face. The creature that had just appeared made a small shriek and he heard the sloshing of goo as it crawled its way toward him.

The creature crawled over his face, every inch on his body became more frightening than the next. As it walked over him, he noticed its two huge fangs, what it planned on doing to him, he could only imagine. The creature stopped on his stomach and punctured his flesh with amazing velocity. He let out a large gasp as the wind was knock out of him and his flesh was torn. He looked up expecting to see a large grin on Deb's face. Instead he found her laying on the ground in a catatonic state.

However, his concentration was quickly shifted to the large beast ripping at his insides. Contrary to what he believed, as it crawled its way inside of him he felt no pain, as it no doubt ripped his innardss to shreads, he could not feel it. He could not understand why he wasn't dead. The creature has been there long enough to kill him, but it hadn't, and it certainly moved around a lot. Then as if to answer his question the beast crawled out of him. Its smal l eyes gave him a look he could not comprehend, and then the beast spat odd liquid onto the large hole in his skin. It burned incredibly, but the skin was closing and even better he appeared to be allright.

The beast disappeared and exhausted, he passed out. He awoke in the morning and he was instantly reminded of the stinging wound in his stomach, and his mouth which ached from before. If that wasn't enough his wrists and back hurt from being tied up, and his mouth was getting very dry from the gag. He began trying to think of a way he could escape from this place, he could think of none. As he sat there a new kind of terror began to wash over him as he experienced a new sort of feeling from within his torso...
 
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WizardlyFriend said:
He could feel in his chest his heart beating faster what he thought was possible. The acrid smell of blood invaded his nostrils, as the blood itself dripped into the orifices on his face. The creature that had just appeared made a small shriek and he heard the sloshing of goo as it crawled its way toward him.

The creature crawled over his face, every inch on his body became more frightening than the next. As it walked over him, he noticed its two huge fangs, what it planned on doing to him, he could only imagine. The creature stopped on his stomach and punctured his flesh with amazing velocity. He let out a large gasp as the wind was knock out of him and his flesh was torn. He looked up expecting to see a large grin on Deb's face. Instead he found her laying on the ground in a catatonic state.

However, his concentration was quickly shifted to the large beast ripping at his insides. Contrary to what he believed, as it crawled its way inside of him he felt no pain, as it no doubt ripped his innardss to shreads, he could not feel it. He could not understand why he wasn't dead. The creature has been there long enough to kill him, but it hadn't, and it certainly moved around a lot. Then as if to answer his question the beast crawled out of him. Its smal l eyes gave him a look he could not comprehend, and then the beast spat odd liquid onto the large hole in his skin. It burned incredibly, but the skin was closing and even better he appeared to be allright.

The beast disappeared and exhausted, he passed out. He awoke in the morning and he was instantly reminded of the stinging wound in his stomach, and his mouth which ached from before. If that wasn't enough his wrists and back hurt from being tied up, and his mouth was getting very dry from the gag. He began trying to think of a way he could escape from this place, he could think of none. As he sat there a new kind of terror began to wash over him as he experienced a new sort of feeling from within his torso...
His stomach churned and bubbled as his skin started to ripple. He tried to scream but he still had the gag in his mouth. Then he heard a large burst and looked down at his stomach. He moaned as spider-like creatures started emerging from his chest. Blood was spewing onto the cold granite floor as the creatures crawled slowly up the man's body. He then vomited inside his gagged mouth after the creatures reached his face.

Then the creatures crawled up to the man's eyes. The man knew all was lost. He knew he was going to die. The creatures then ripped out the mans eyes and crawled inside his head. The man's leg kicked up in the air as the creatures touched his brain. He was still alive when the creatured started gnawing at his brain. He felt morbid dread and anticipation to die because he was in so much pain. Then...
 

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deus_ex_machina said:
His stomach churned and bubbled as his skin started to ripple. He tried to scream but he still had the gag in his mouth. Then he heard a large burst and looked down at his stomach. He moaned as spider-like creatures started emerging from his chest. Blood was spewing onto the cold granite floor as the creatures crawled slowly up the man's body. He then vomited inside his gagged mouth after the creatures reached his face.

Then the creatures crawled up to the man's eyes. The man knew all was lost. He knew he was going to die. The creatures then ripped out the mans eyes and crawled inside his head. The man's leg kicked up in the air as the creatures touched his brain. He was still alive when the creatured started gnawing at his brain. He felt morbid dread and anticipation to die because he was in so much pain. Then...
Then, the door banged open with a loud sound. A few men rushed into the room with what seemed like odd guns... It was... it was... Ghost Busters!!!
 

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RageAgainst said:
Then, the door banged open with a loud sound. A few men rushed into the room with what seemed like odd guns... It was... it was... Ghost Busters!!!
It all became so surreal. How could it be fictional characters from a movie? Then it hit him, this couldn't be real. He wasn't in existence anymore. He felt himself stand up, but not by his will, his bounds and gag were broken, but not by his hand. He could see out of hte corner of his eyes what appeared to be movement. It was as if he was in a large movie theater, but he could not turn to see the screen. The Ghostbusters who had stood in front of him were gone. Perhaps it was a thought that was recent in his head. He had rented that and many other movies. When he wasn't watching Deb he tried to keep himself occupied.

He tried with all his will to turn his head and see the screen to his left, and also to his right. Perhaps the same screen, he toyed with the idea for awhile. It seamed like hours, maybe days passed, and he started to dismiss that any of it had happened. Maybe he was dead, maybe the instant before he pulled the trigger some sort of transe took him over. He couldn't really decide, but he knew one thing for sure, if he could see what was on that screen, in that space, he would know the answer to these questions.

Then, just as his thought process was ended, and just as he started to make another attempt, he heard a familiar voice. "What do you want?" nagged his neighbor Mrs. Bishop. She was a small shrewish woman who lived next door to him and accross the street from Deb. Where was the noise coming from he wondered. It seamed to echo throughout this seamingly endless abyss.

Then what shocked him more was what he heard next, in his own voice, down to the Ps he sometimes studdered, he heard the familiar sound of. "How are you Mrs. Bishop, may I come in?"...
 

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WizardlyFriend said:
It all became so surreal. How could it be fictional characters from a movie? Then it hit him, this couldn't be real. He wasn't in existence anymore. He felt himself stand up, but not by his will, his bounds and gag were broken, but not by his hand. He could see out of hte corner of his eyes what appeared to be movement. It was as if he was in a large movie theater, but he could not turn to see the screen. The Ghostbusters who had stood in front of him were gone. Perhaps it was a thought that was recent in his head. He had rented that and many other movies. When he wasn't watching Deb he tried to keep himself occupied.

He tried with all his will to turn his head and see the screen to his left, and also to his right. Perhaps the same screen, he toyed with the idea for awhile. It seamed like hours, maybe days passed, and he started to dismiss that any of it had happened. Maybe he was dead, maybe the instant before he pulled the trigger some sort of transe took him over. He couldn't really decide, but he knew one thing for sure, if he could see what was on that screen, in that space, he would know the answer to these questions.

Then, just as his thought process was ended, and just as he started to make another attempt, he heard a familiar voice. "What do you want?" nagged his neighbor Mrs. Bishop. She was a small shrewish woman who lived next door to him and accross the street from Deb. Where was the noise coming from he wondered. It seamed to echo throughout this seamingly endless abyss.

Then what shocked him more was what he heard next, in his own voice, down to the Ps he sometimes studdered, he heard the familiar sound of. "How are you Mrs. Bishop, may I come in?"...

He didn't know how he was talking but not moving, he didn't understand his own voice, he couldn't stop thinking about how he couldn't feel himself anymore, yet he was talking and walking. How is this possible he thought? It makes no sense.

Mrs. Bishop replied "Oh, Of course you can come in, Come on, come on, take a seat."
He slowly moved closer to the front door, It seemed like a dream, He couldn't feel the ground, the air. Couldn't hear the birds around him. What was this feeling? It felt liked he was on some kind of drug, that made him utterly numb from everything.

He sat down in the brown dusty chair which had a floral pattern on it. The old hunchbacked lady walked in from her Kitchen with drinks and snacks, It reminded him of his memories that he had as a kid, with his grandmother bringing him treats when he went round there every sunday.

"You look pale." Mrs Bishop snapped him out of his tranced memory.

He looked down at his hands and legs....
 
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Everything appeared normal. He didn't understand what was happening. "Are you feeling alright?" Mrs. Bishop asked.

He wanted to scream, "No, I'm not alright! Can't you see that it's not really me? Something's wrong with me that I can't figure out!" Instead, he heard himself say, "I'm fine, Mrs. Bishop. Why wouldn't I be?"
 
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tiger_86 said:
Everything appeared normal. He didn't understand what was happening. "Are you feeling alright?" Mrs. Bishop asked.

He wanted to scream, "No, I'm not alright! Can't you see that it's not really me? Something's wrong with me that I can't figure out!" Instead, he heard himself say, "I'm fine, Mrs. Bishop. Why wouldn't I be?"
And then, Mrs. Bishop swiftly picked up her butcher knife. "You lying to me, boy?" She advanced towards him. "I don't like liars, see?"
 

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deus_ex_machina said:
And then, Mrs. Bishop swiftly picked up her butcher knife. "You lying to me, boy?" She advanced towards him. "I don't like liars, see?"
He saw the shine of the metal reflect the light from the sun, he went into a cold sweat, he looked around the room, while Mrs. Bishop was still moving toward him, she stood for a moment, and put the top of the knife to the tip of her finger and turned it, which the light glimmer from the steal of the knife.

"Metal is just a pretty thing, the way it's used, the way it can be made into things. Ya know?"

He couldn't move. He felt himself tied down to the chair, his stomach started rumbling again, he turned to Mrs. Bishop's face and saw her eyes fixated on the long blade.

She looked up for a moment, stared into his eyes. "So? Are you going to say anything?"

He couldn't even run let alone say anything he thought to himself. Suddnely his legs got him up, he was standing, towering over the old lady.
She looked shocked.
He stared, was he able to run? Was he even able to get out of this house? He looked to the door, the old lady grabbed his wrist....
 

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meh_it_all said:
He saw the shine of the metal reflect the light from the sun, he went into a cold sweat, he looked around the room, while Mrs. Bishop was still moving toward him, she stood for a moment, and put the top of the knife to the tip of her finger and turned it, which the light glimmer from the steal of the knife.

"Metal is just a pretty thing, the way it's used, the way it can be made into things. Ya know?"

He couldn't move. He felt himself tied down to the chair, his stomach started rumbling again, he turned to Mrs. Bishop's face and saw her eyes fixated on the long blade.

She looked up for a moment, stared into his eyes. "So? Are you going to say anything?"

He couldn't even run let alone say anything he thought to himself. Suddnely his legs got him up, he was standing, towering over the old lady.
She looked shocked.
He stared, was he able to run? Was he even able to get out of this house? He looked to the door, the old lady grabbed his wrist....
He quickly pulled away and she made a swift move at him with the blade, barely missing his abdomen but slicing his shirt wide open. His adrenalin started pumping so fast he thought he was going into cardiac arrest. As if a nervous twitch had just clicked in his mind, he just started sprinting, moving as fast as he could away from this crazy woman. Mrs. Bishop made a shrieking noise and ran full steam at him as if possessed by an immortal force. Time stood still and he was just running; running nowhere...extremely fast.
 

dustinzgirl

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His stomach bloated, and Mrs. Bishop stopped at the sight of it. He had been numbe before, he had not been in control of his body or his thoughts. But now, he could feel only pain. The pain burst from his intestines and burned into his throat and gut. His gut broiled with small bubbles of skin, then it burst. Spiders, with thick, metallic skins and long, scorpion like tails burst from him. They were upon her in seconds, and the elder, bitchy nieghbor was liquified from thier spittle. The spider-alien-stomach-stomach creatures sucked the liquified Mrs. Bishop from the floor with unpleasant gurgles.
 

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dustinzgirl said:
His stomach bloated, and Mrs. Bishop stopped at the sight of it. He had been numbe before, he had not been in control of his body or his thoughts. But now, he could feel only pain. The pain burst from his intestines and burned into his throat and gut. His gut broiled with small bubbles of skin, then it burst. Spiders, with thick, metallic skins and long, scorpion like tails burst from him. They were upon her in seconds, and the elder, bitchy nieghbor was liquified from thier spittle. The spider-alien-stomach-stomach creatures sucked the liquified Mrs. Bishop from the floor with unpleasant gurgles.
When he passed out, the spiderish creatures were still eating the crazy bitch on the floor.

He woke up and couldn't believe his eyes. He wasn't in a bed. He was walking around in some weird ass street, with Asian people he had never seen minding their own business all around him.

The same weird feeling from earlier struck him... He was paralyzed, yet he was moving; he couldn't control his own body, everything was happening before him without any possible self-intervention.

He realized he wasn't in his own body when he passed in front of a reflective window. He was in a Chinese kid. What the fuck?

The kid turned into an alley. As he was walking, a gang of teenagers approached him. Before he could do anything, they grabbed him by the neck, asking for money.
"I don't have anything!, he said.
- Tell me where your parents keep their money, or I fucking beat you to death."
He couldn't tell them, he couldn't betray his parents, he couldn't let them have all their earnings... He told them to fuck off, wich sounded a little like 滚开. The bullies' leader replied with one punch directly on his nose and one on his front teeth. He fell to the ground while they kept hitting him in the ribs.

Suddently, his stomach bloated. All he could feel was pain, as he saw a shitload of spiders with thick, metallic skins and long, scorpion like tails burst from him.