The room was dark as night, Stanley reached toward her hands grasping her hands in his hands. The candles he bought at price right were flickering like fire. A fire that was emulated in the room, like when you put a NES simulator on your computer it doesn’t run that smoothly but it gets the job done. The next thing Stanly knew he was inside her.
Her vagina was wet like a wet dog after swimming in a muddy pond. His penis felt like a sword stabbing an enemy on a battlefield. He started playing with her boobs. They felt like big squishy water balloons. It reminded him of playing with water balloons as a kid. Now he wanted to buy some at CVS, but he forgot he was inside this girl with his penis, which was pretty cool. He began to hump harder than his drunken uncle in the back of his mini van at the end of a family Christmas party. Stanley got harder. Way harder.
Harder than the motherfucking Compton Streets,
Her pussy was tighter than these motherfucking gangster beats.
He started to violently bite on her nipples like they were junior Woppers. A wopper that was succulently sizzled upon a sesame seed bun, sodomized with ketchup and suffocated by cheese and a bunch of other tasty shit. He thought about how the buns his meat was currently encased in need a little extra mayo. He finished violently while moaning like a sea lion who was just violently struck in the head by a boat propeller.
Removing his now docile python, he chanced a glance upon Monique’s face. The look in her eyes was the same as his dad’s when Stan would strike out in tee ball, totally not disappointed. Whipping his acne-ridden brow Stan retreated to the kitchen for a drink. His fully exposed genitals swaying like a dandelion in the breeze. It moved gracefully like a baby switching from one tit to another. Soon this slumbering beast would be ready to be inserted into the greatest of places once more. Needless to say it wasn’t small.
Stanley opened the fridge just as he opened the rusted gates of Monique’s vagina. He grabbed a DR. Pepper, just as he had grabbed her arm its while bestowing his potent elixir inside of her endless gaping cauldron. The Dr. Pepper raced down his mouth, gracing his taste buds with a variety of tasty flavors. He decided he would make Monique gag upon his own variety of tasty flavors just as he had when he tried to eat an entire Salisbury steak at the sizzler. He walked back into his room of slumber as fast as he had made the dog puke; roughly 15 seconds.
Alright it’s April 20th, so I have to acknowledge the elephant in the room: It’s Adolf Hitler’s birthday.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdgHD8vcHhE
On a somewhat more serious note, 4/20 sucks. That is all. Also, fuck you.
It’s just like any morning. You wake up to a ray of sunshine, the birds are chirping; all of that shit. You get up and have a nice tug, maybe a smoke, or even go for a jog with your wang out; whatever blows your skirt. Then, you have take a nice long shower and indulge in a massive breakfast that is most definitely the main cause of your weight problem. Finally, you open up your laptop to see what’s going on in the virtual world, god forbid you enter the real one. From here, the rest of your day is all downhill. That’s right, facebook just cock slapped your morning in the face and lubed up beforehand. Here are the people you have to thank for it:
-Girls posting inspirational quotes like they’re the main character in a shitty romantic comedy who just had a BIG revelation. You may think watching three hours of Gillmore Girls and listening to the new Taylor Swift CD are going to change your life, but they’re not. Do everyone else a favor and blackout in a shitty tween club, then hit your head on toilet like you do every Friday night.
-People who post those pictures of anti-bullying ramble along with a <3 above it. You didn’t give a fuck about the injustices of teenage hormones in high school and neither did I, so just stop.
-Ex-hippie liberal’s mouth raping my news feed with Ron Paul propaganda. He’s not going to win. It’s not that I don’t like the guy, it’s just that voting for him is like pissing in a fish tank: You may have your reasons for doing it, but it’s still pointless. Trust me, I have done both.
-People posting pictures of themselves and their friends partying over the weekend. What’s the point? Are you trying to document your teenage legacy so your kids can see that you weren’t always a miserable slob giving hand jobs in the back of a Pizza Hut? Wait never mind, I heard all of the big law firms and business always hire the kid that can black out in his dad’s basement and fuck a fatty the quickest.
(Source: synodik)
Chapter 1
May 6th, 2016
2:14 pm
Two men sit in a car moving at a steady pace to nowhere in particular. The driver is skinny, with long brown hair. The passenger is his opposite, his curly hair not short, but caught in an in between stage, the color black with some grey mixed in. He’s was clearly once heavily muscled but now his arms are smaller, like the rest of him they looked tired. They can’t be too far from their youth, but they appear to have aged quickly. In between them sits a long range radio, more commonly found in 18 wheelers, it’s silence only broken by the occasional static twinge.
“I’m telling you, I’ll take Paul Pierce over any Celtic in the fourth,” Says the bigger of the two.
“That’s insane, Bill Russell, Larry Bird,” The skinny one replies.
Some of the houses they pass are boarded up, while other have windows knocked out and their doors wide open. Seeming to invite you to the darkness within.
“I’m not saying he’s better than them, I’m just saying…” begins the tired looking man
A buzzing on the radio cuts him off. Between the heavy static a woman is heard, the skinniest of the pair quickly begins tuning the radio, trying in earnest to clear up the waves.
“Hello, if anyone is out there… if anyone is still out there, we need your help, one of our friends is hurt, he needs medical attention, we’re hold up in a house just off the main road in Sterling Massachusetts, out side is an orange sheet hanging from the top floor windows, we haven’t seen anyone in days, not even-her voice trembles-them.”
The radio goes silent once more. The pair looks at each other.
“Should we go?” asks the one with long hair.
“You have somewhere else to be Alex?” replies his companion.
With a chuckle he begins to turn the truck off onto a dirt road.
March 27th, 2016
4:36 pm
Brian
WACK, an axe comes swiftly down. Two pieces of wood fly in opposing directions. Brian wipes his brow; drying the sweat, which had been slowly making it’s way toward his chin.
Almost done, then I can finally rest.
The thought runs through his head, while not really registering. The winter is almost through; the once pure white of the snow now a sickly mixture of brown and grey taking it’s time to whittle down to nothing but a puddle. Brian in his red and grey plaid coat stands out against the white of the house behind him. He picks up another piece of wood, placing it as close to the middle as he can. Nothing else matters when he does this, it’s his one escape from the monotony of everyday life. Splitting wood keeps him sane.
It’s not that my life is particularly tough; being a manager of a department at a super market isn’t the most trying endeavor one can take on. However what I wouldn’t do to give some of the stuck up customers a piece of my mind when they complain about seeing a similar item priced less at another store.
He thinks while raising the axe high above his head, the wood sits still as ever, blissfully unaware of the violence which is to be bestowed upon it.
“Hey!” yells a woman
This voice permeates his eardrum just as he is a about to come down on the wood, starling him and causing a motion that can most closely be compared to a fish failing after being removed from water. The blade comes down completely missing the piece of wood.
“Hey, yourself,” replies Brian
Steph is short, with blond hair.
Don’t let her size fool you, she is by far the toughest person I’ve ever meet.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” she says
“Scare? Me? Never,” He says
“Oh I’m sure,” she responds while chuckling
“So Steph,” he says while taking her in his arm “What brings you out here?”
“Well, I was wondering when you’d be done,” she says
“Why, do you need me for something?” he says in a flirtatious manner
“Hardly,” she says with a sheepish smile “But the party is tonight, if you haven’t forgotten”
“I… forgot, no,” He says while trying and failing to hide this obvious fact
“I figured, it’s in an hour,” she says
“Well that leaves plenty of time for… extracurricular activity, if you will,” he says with a grin
“Wash up,” She says while patting him on the chest and walking back towards the house
Brian laughs and swings the ax into the piece of wood, where it rests.
May 6th 2016
2:46 pm
The green truck rolls to a gradual stop in front of a farm style house. The engine turns off, relieving the air of it’s gentle humming. Brian and Alex exit from either side, and look at one another.
“I think this is the place,” says Alex
“Well” Brian begins while pointing upwards “Orange sheet hanging from the window, and it’s in sterling, if it isn’t the place, then it’s one hell of a coincidence,”
“See that right there, why do you always have to be so sarcastic?” asks Alex brushing his hair back, while smiling
“Right, sorry, I just find that I have very few people left who care about my ass hole tendencies,” shoots Brian, also smiling
“Well, you’ll be good to remember that there still is me, and I would hope my feelings matter,” retorts Alex who at this point seems no longer interested in keeping up the thinly veiled charade and is on the verge of laughing
“Let’s get going, the radio transmission said someone was hurt, and that was” Brian checks his watch. “More than half an hour ago”
The two silently open the back of the cab, Alex grabs his handgun, and quickly checks to make certain it has ammo in it. Brian favors a different weapon, sliding an ax out from beneath the seat and placing the blade on his shoulder.
“Why do you do that?” asks Alex
“It makes me feel like a lumber jack,” says Brian
“The only jack you look like, precedes the word ass,” jokes Alex
“Oh, good one,” replies Brian
The pair moves slowly toward the house, making sure to be ready with in a moments notice should the situation go array.
“Should we knock?” Asks Alex
“Uhm… yeah, probably” replies Brian
Brian begins pounding on the door. His knocks are met only with the chirping of the birds.
“I guess no one is…” starts Alex, but behind them in a garage adjacent to the house there is a crash.
“I think that’s the welcoming committee,” says Alex
The pair make there way to the door on the other side of structure. They both grab hold of a handle of the barn style doors, opening it slowly. Light floods into the dusty room. Immediately to the right of them is a staircase.
“I’ll look up stairs, you check down here?” proposes Brian
“Sounds good to me,” says Alex
Brian makes his way up the forlorn stairs; each one makes an incredibly loud creak as he steps on it. After a moment Alex begins to look around the room, the shelves have tools, and recreational equipment on them; a paintball mask, a Tennis racket, a baseball glove; normal objects, so normal in fact that their mere existence in this new world makes them feel abnormal. Click. The sound can only be from a gun’s hammer being pulled back. A man is pointing his pistol at the back of Alex’s skull, as his own is tightly gripped by his left hand, useless.
“Why are you here” asks the gun wielding stranger
“We heard the radio transmission, we’re here to help,” says Alex, trying to stay calm.
“Are you dangerous?” asks the stranger
“If we weren’t” begins Brian, who somehow has managed to creep silently down the stairs, and is now holding the blade of his ax to the unknown man’s throat “Would we have been able to survivor all this?”
Chapter 2
March 27th, 2016
6:48 pm
Alex
Alex reaches in the fridge, pulling a beer from with in. He turns it over in his hand quickly so not to let the cold metal linger in one spot.
“Could you grab me one?” asks a tall girl, with brown hair
“Oh, sure” he gives her the one in his right hand while grabbing another with his left. “Ally right?” Alex says with a more than a hint of uncertainty.
“Yup, that’s me, and your Alex?” Ally replies
“Yup, that’s me,” Alex says in a slightly mocking way
Ally laughs.
“So where’s your sister?” Alex asks
“I was about to ask you where Brian was, they should be here by now,” Ally says
“I’d imagine, but you know those two always late, well Brian is anyways,” Alex jokes
“Too true, he’s hardly punctual,” She says with a smile
The silence lingers for a moment too long, making Alex feel like he should say something.
“So not the biggest turn out is it?”
“Oh no, I’m not sure what happened, I haven’t been able to get in touch with a lot of people today,” Ally says
A man walks by, and looks intrigued by this statement.
“Really? I’ve been having the same problem, Steve hasn’t got me back at all today,” he interjects. Alex relieved by the distraction, begins slowly making his way to the table where the appetizers sit.
Where the hell is Brian he’s the only reason I came, I don’t know these people. They are all far to eager to make small talk for my taste anyways.
A knock on the door almost makes Alex jump.
“I’ll get it” Greg’s girlfriend Heather yells
Alex looks intently at the bite size sandwiches on the table. Examining every inch of the grains.
I didn’t know a party could be so boring that a sandwich built to a smaller scale could become so interesting.
He pops it into his mouth and chews. He feels a firm grip on his shoulder. Spinning around he catches sight of his black haired friend.
“About time you showed up,” says Alex
“It’s nice to see you to buddy,” Brian replies
“What kept you?” Alex asks
“I… had to wash up,” Brian says while stealing a glance at Steph who’s standing across the room chatting animatedly to Heather and her sister. Looking up she waves the pair over and they oblige.
“So Ally was just saying that she hasn’t been able to reach anyone,” Steph says
“What’s really weird is the fact that Olivia, hasn’t shown up, her and Tom where really looking forward to getting out for the first time after the baby,” Heather says
Olivia is a friend of Heather’s from high school, she’s our age, and after school she started dating a guy named Tom who was going to join the marines. Before he left she got knocked up, and those plans kind of fell through.
Heather’s phone begins to ring.
“Speak of the devil, hello… what? Olivia, you need to clam down,” Heather says
“Put it on speaker,” says Greg
Heather fumbles with her phone for a second.
“… Carrie the babysitter came over, and she was attacked by someone” There is a banging in the background. “Tom… oh god, went to bandage her up, and I went to call 911, but I couldn’t get through, When I came back she was on top of him, Oh god there was so much blood,” you can hear the baby crying. It’s by far one of the worst things I’ve ever been exposed to. “I pulled Carrie off of him, she was flailing around trying to get at me, Tom got back up, he’s crazy, he came at me, I’m in the baby’s room, They are at the door,” Wood splinters, Olivia screams, the line goes dead. Silence, the room is drowning in it. Alex hardly feels the need to say anything this time.
May 6th 2016
3:12 pm
Brian struggles to stop the stream of blood now bursting forth from the man’s leg.
“I told you, you shouldn’t have removed his bandages,” says a frail looking women
“I needed to get a look at the wound,” responds Brian
The group is in an old style kitchen, save for the boarded up windows and the thick layer of dust there is little that differentiates the scene from how it must have looked before the event. In the background Alex and the man who threaten him in the barn stand motionless side by side. The man, as they have found out is named Stan, the one whose blood is currently washing over the floor of the kitchen is named Nick, and their female companion is named Kat.
“Are you sure it went down like you said it did? Because we all know what kind of an injury… doesn’t stop bleeding,” says Alex
“What, yeah like I said we where in a house looking for supplies, it got over run, some ass holes left three of them locked in a closet, we tried to get out of there but a couple of them had walked in through the front door so we went into a bedroom and had no other choice but to jump, I hit the bushes and rolled off clean, Nick” Nick makes a horrid noise. “He hit the bushes, but not straight on, his leg feel onto a garden ordainment, some angel with a bow and arrow, and it went through,” says Stan
“Got it,” Brian says releasing Nick’s leg
“Is he going to be okay?” asks Kat
“Only if we get medicine, otherwise he’s going to get an infection the old fashion way,” says Brian
“Where was this neighborhood that you where looking for supplies in?” asks Alex
“Uhm… maybe I should just go,” says Stan
“It would be better if two or three of us go,” says Alex
“Yeah but…” begins Stan
“Oh come on Stan, he’s not going to live if we don’t get the medicine, who cares if they know where the neighborhood is?” says Kat
“Listen we aren’t going to take all the supplies from the place, in fact we don’t really much care about it, we were heading the opposite way of here when we go your call, we just want to help, so if you tell us where it is everything is going to move a lot smoother, and maybe just maybe Nick lives,” says Brian
“Fine, but I’m coming with you,” says Stan
“Fair enough, let’s go now, so we’re back before dark,” Alex suggests
“Right, listen Kat, stay with him, you know where the water is… and if you need it,” He gives her a small pistol “You know what to do,” says Stan
“We haven’t seen any of them in a few days, I’ll be fine,” says Kat
“I’m not necessarily worried about outsiders,” says Stan
A look of understanding flickers behind Kat’s eyes, she looks at the now unconscious Nick.
“Oh, I know what you mean,” she says, her voice barley above a whisper.
(If it doesn’t let you answer this question here, pm me)
As some of you know, I’m working on a writing project for tumblr, where I release parts of a story each week. I intend to do this starting next week, until next year. This way I’ll be sure to tell the story I want. However, should I stop at a year or should I write a story that may never end?
Mortis is a writing project, by Alex Carl, and Brian Meagher. It’s a story which follows the survivors of an earth alerting event. The intention is for it to be a character study involving how people cope with trauma and loss. What we’re mostly trying to capture is the horror of being ripped from our everyday lives, while experimenting with different writing styles through out. The story follows six main characters as they try to not only make sense of what’s going on around them, but survive by any means necessary.
Brian- A laid back muscular guy who wants nothing more than to protect his friends and family. Is dating Steph.
Steph- Small in demeanor, and large in personality. She’s a fire cracker if there ever was one, quick to voice her opinion, and persuasive enough to get her way. She’s easily the most prepared for this event. Is dating Brian
Alex- His most important trait for the first few chapters is him being a chemistry major, he doesn’t feel close to the group as he only really knows them through Brian.
Ally- One of Steph’s sister, she was a track star in high school and college. She once had the notion of competing at the olympic level, unfortunately life and the pressure to find a job has put those dreams on the back burner.
Becca- The second of Steph’s sisters, quiet and smart, nearly a cliche. She will be the one most changed by the event.
Ron- Becca’s boyfriend, funny and possessing a quick wit, he knows exactly how to keep the group calm even in the most trying of times.
So that’s the character list, we hope to release a chapter even week or two. We look forward to getting feedback for our little experiment.
-Brian
Mundane weekly update time.
Sorry I’ve been gone the past couple of weeks. Two weeks ago I was in Florida, and last week my friend had to have an appendectomy. Either way, we should be back in business.
Hot story this week is The Hunger Games. First of all, read the books, because there is a lot more to them then what the first movie or book for that matter can tell you. Now, the news, the loving and ever caring terrorist that basically run most of the thoughts running through people’s heads in this country are trying to play the Hunger Games out as a bunch of teenagers killing each other. Nobody looks at why they might be doing it, or maybe how it pertains to the real world, oh no, they’re probably just doing it for the sport.
If there is one thing the Kony 2012 campaign did, short lived as it was, it was remind people that “hey, we live in a pretty fucked up world, where in some parts of it an 11 year old kid won’t think twice about putting a bullet in your head.” Now, admittedly, it is not the boy’s fault, the Germans proved to us in WWII that anyone could be convinced to do about anything, especially a 11 year old boy who honestly doesn’t know any better.
In the hunger games, the kids are put into the arena as a way of keeping the districts in check and to not rebel against their Capital overlords. So, they’re being forced to do it, not for their sport. What is interesting is what happens in the next two books. You should read those.
Next up, the Jets plan on self-destruction this season after announcing their acquisition of Tim Tebow. This isn’t because Tebow is bad, I think he is the best player on the team and so do a lot of the fans. Problem is, the management doesn’t, and this will end with possibly some firings.
Song of the week is “Go outside” by Cults
Yahoo headline of the week is “What Women’s Shoe Choices Mean to a Guy.” Well, nothing, unless it’s crocs or uggs, then we won’t date you. If we have any self-respect of course.
