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Acceptance

Shouldn't ;gay people strive for indifference?

 After ALL no one cares if you are straight so to be equal shouldn't gays strive for their peers' indifference?

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                                                            The Nightmare Man

  Jennifer’s bosoms heaved as she stood against the tree, panting, like Cerberus. Her white, collared shirt was torn across the front exposing her tight midriff. Her legs were bare and caked with mud. She staggered through the woods. Her eyes were glazed and her runner’s legs were shaky. She heard twigs crunch underfoot. She turned around and screamed when she saw the madman who had been chasing after her standing behind her. He wore blue, jeans, a flannel shirt, black boots and a black skeleton mask. His eyes were dark brown and they looked rather sinister behind the mask as they stared into Jennifer’s soul. He held the sheers in his hand and he snapped the blades of the sheers together menacingly.

  Jennifer turned around and she continued to run. Her legs pumped furiously as she tried to outrun the husky maniac. She emerged from the woods and stepped out onto a back country road located next to a diner. Jennifer ran into the diner. She took a couple steps forward and lost consciousness. She awoke an hour later. When she awoke she found a crowd of people surrounding her. A red haired nurse named Flo held her hand while an elderly man named Albert examined her. ‘’Are you alright dear,’’ Albert asked.

  Jennifer shook her head. ‘’No someone is after me,’’ Jennifer said hoarsely.

   ‘’Who’s after you dear,’’ Flo asked.       

  ‘’The Nightmare Man,’’ Jennifer said in a whisper.

  ‘’Who on Earth is the nightmare man,’’ Flo asked.

  ‘’He’s a psychopath that hunts you down in your dreams and murders you,’’ Jennifer blurted out.

  The crowd surrounding Jennifer shot each other weird, puzzled looks. ‘’Come on dear who is really after you,’’ Albert said in a soothing voice.

  ‘’I am telling the truth,’’ Jennifer shouted.

  ‘’I said Nightmare Man, Nightmare Man come get me if you can in my dream just like the urban legend says and now he is after me; don’t you believe me?’’

  ‘’I think you’ve suffered a trauma maybe you should lie down dear,’’ Flo suggested.

  Jennifer stood up and gave Flo a hard shove. ‘’I’m telling the truth Goddammit why won’t anybody believe me,’’ Jennifer screamed.

  The lights shut off for a few moments and when they came back on Jennifer and Flo found themselves surrounded by dead bodies. Flo stared in open mouthed amazement at the psycho in the skull mask standing before her. The killer plunged the blades of the sheers into Flo’s stomach. He lifted the waitress off the ground dangled her up in the air like a macabre trophy. Flo’s white slip on shoes fell to the ground as her toes curled up in spasmodic, convulsive movements.

  Blood dripped from the dying woman’s lips as the killer shook the woman hard. He shook her harder and harder and the woman slid further down the blade until the end of her spine popped off and hit the floor. Jennifer ran out the front door. The Nightmare Man removed his blade from the woman’s stomach and allowed her to drop to the floor like a piece of bloody chalk. Jennifer ran out in front of a car and the car slammed on its breaks.

  The driver rolled down the window to his Buick Century and screamed at her. ‘’What the Hell’s wrong with you are you trying to get yourself killed or something,’’ the man asked.

  ‘’There’s a fucking maniac trying to kill me that’s what’s the matter,’’ Jennifer blurted out.

  ‘’Holy shit in that case you better get in this car right now,’’ the driver said.

  Jennifer climbed into the car and the car sped off. Lightning flashed across the sky and it began raining suddenly and heavily. The windshield wipers beat against the windshield as the driver struggled to see in the heavy rain. ‘’Who’s this maniac that’s after you anyway,’’ The man said.

  ‘’You wouldn’t believe me if I told you anyway,’’ Jennifer said.

  ‘’You believe in ghosts kid?’’

  ‘’No why,’’ Jennifer snapped.

  The driver pulled out a cigarette from his breast pocket and placed it in his mouth. Would you hand me that lighter out of the glove compartment,’’ The man asked.

  Jennifer’s hand trembled as she reached out and opened the glove compartment. She handed the man his golden lighter. ‘’You do now,’’ the driver proclaimed.

  The driver lit himself on fire with the lighter. Jennifer jumped out of the car and tripped and rolled into a ditch. When she looked back the car and the burning man was both, gone. Jennifer stood up and meandered through the grass on the side of the road. The road stretched ceaselessly ahead and the landscape on the side of the road was flat and grassy. By now the rain had turned red and tasted coppery.

  ‘’For Christ sakes it’s raining blood,’’ a terrified Jennifer exclaimed.

  Her hair and face and entire body began to feel sticky with blood. She felt the anger well up inside of her. Jennifer clenched her fist and gritted her teeth. ‘’Where are you, you, chicken shit, I’m right here come and get me,’’ Jennifer screamed.

 She stood still on the side of the road with her arms outstretched. She was tired of running away from this creep. The nightmare man appeared in front of her .He was twenty yards ahead of her and he stood still as he looked at his prey. Jennifer walked hurriedly towards him and the Nightmare Man walked hurriedly toward his victim. His sheers dripped with blood and gore as he snapped the blades of the sheers together menacingly.

  Jennifer and the killer soon stood face to face. The sheers hung by the killer’s side. Jennifer grabbed the maniac by the shoulders and she kneed him in the groin hard. The killer dropped the sheers to the ground and doubled over. He dropped to the ground and Jennifer scrambled for the sheers. She climbed on top of the killer and jammed the blades of the sheers into his stomach. He let out a muffled grunt under his skeleton mask. His eyes rolled back into his head and he closed his eyes.

  Jennifer stood up and meandered down the side of the road. When she got thirty yards ahead of the killer the maniac removed the sheers from his stomach and slowly rose. Blood dripped from the massive wound in his stomach as he sauntered after his victim silently.

 

  

Attention Aspiring Horror film Makers....

This story is called The Pigman Massacre it was written by me. I would like someone to read this story and make a short film based off of it and post it to You tube with the title of the video called The Pig Man Massacre (The Movie)

                                                                                 The Pig Man Massacre

  The moon shone overhead as a homeless man rested his skull against a tree in the forest near the Sullivan's farm house. The bum closed his eyes and soon he smelled a rancid pig type smell. He smelled like pig manure and pig musk. A horrible creature wearing blue, overalls, stood over the bum. The creature had a flabby yet powerful body and a pig head. It snarled as it glared at the bum with his red eyes. The pig man revved up his chainsaw and the bum screamed.

  The blade of the chainsaw ripped through the bum’s rib cage. The blood poured from the mouth and chest of the bum while the blade broke ribs and sliced through tissue.  Blood splattered all over the ground, hog man’s face and all over the pig man’s clothes. The bum stared vacant eyed up at his murderer. The pig man stomped through the dark forest as his chainsaw roared and rumbled in his hands. He wandered onto the Sullivan’s property. Inside the farmhouse lived blind Aunt Mary, Sean and his daughter Grace.

  Grace sat on her aunt’s lap. ‘’I can smell its foul stench,’’ Aunt Mary said.

  ‘’What are you talking about Aunt Mary,’’ Grace said.

  ‘’The pig man,’’ Aunt Mary said.

  ‘’Mary, I don’t think that story is appropriate,’’ Sean said.

                                                                                            

    ‘’Who’s the Pig man aunt, Mary?’’

  ‘’He was a deformed creature, who was born to an ostracized woman on the edge of town, after her sister placed a curse on her.’’

   ‘’That’s enough, Mary,’’ Sean interrupted his sister.

  ‘’I want to hear the story daddy,’’ Grace pleaded.

  ‘’It’s past your bedtime young lady.’’

  ‘’Goodnight Aunt Mary,’’

  ‘’Goodnight Grace,’’

  ‘’Good night daddy,’’

  ‘’Goodnight pumpkin,’’

  Sean bent down and hugged and kissed his daughter. He kissed Grace on the cheek and the seven year old scampered off to bed. Sean looked at his sister as she reclined in her rocking chair.

‘’I wish you wouldn’t fill Grace’s head full of crazy stories about the Pig man, she’s very impressionable you know,’’ Sean said.

  ‘’I might be sightless, Sean but if you don’t believe in the Pig man you’re the one who’s blind,’’ Mary said.

  ‘’I can’t listen to this I’m going to bed, goodnight.’’

  ‘’Goodnight,’’

  Sean climbed up the stairs and climbed into bed. The front door swung open and Mary called out ‘’who’s, there,’’

  The overwhelming stench of the Pig man’s odor offended Mary’s nostrils at once. ‘’Pig man, you’ve, come back for me,’’

  ‘’Oink, oink,’’

  The Pig man revved his chainsaw as Mary screamed. The Pig man sliced off Mary’s right arm. Blood spurted out of Mary’s empty arm stump. ‘’Soo Wee,’’ The Pig man snorted.

  His squeals were high pitched but his voice was unbelievably deep and guttural. The Pig man sliced through Mary’s stomach until he severed the woman in half. Both halves of Aunt Mary fell to the floor and the Pig man threw down his chainsaw and quickly began chomping on Aunt Mary’s entrails. Grace bounced down the steps. Half way down she froze when she saw the horrible Pig man gaze up at her with his glowing, red eyes. His mouth glistened with blood and the pig’s skin looked greasy.

  ‘’Little lamb, so tender and mild, ripe for the slaughter, soo wee,’’ The Pig man howled and also oink oinked. The Pig man grabbed his chainsaw and revved it up. The pig man chased the terrified and wide eyed, little girl up the steps while he wielded his chainsaw. Sean popped out of his bedroom brandishing a shotgun. ‘’Adios motherfucker,’’ Sean said in a matter of fact way. Sean squeezed the trigger of his shotgun and he caught the hideous creature right between the eyes.

  The Pig man’s brains flew all over the walls and the carpet upstairs in the Sullivan home. This occurred after the Pig man’s head exploded. The Pig man’s body fell to the floor in a lifeless heap. The shotgun still smoked in Sean’s hand as did the gooey brains of the Pig man. Grace ran and hugged her daddy.

  ‘’Daddy I thought you got rid of your shotgun because Aunt Mary said guns were unsafe,’’ Grace said.

  ‘’Sweetheart the only thing that protected you from that monster lying on the floor tonight was daddy’s gun,’’ Sean argued.

  Grace looked at the bloody and headless carcass lying on the floor and shook her head. ‘’You got that right daddy,’’ Grace muttered as a chill danced up and down her tiny spine.

    

Writing

Without my writing I don't think I would have much purpose. I've had alot of anger for many years. I never saw myself as handsome or very appealing to members of the opposite sex.
 Finally I have something I can create that is beautiful and I can be proud of. My writing gives me a purpose and goals to shoot for.

Exciting deal for book lovers

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 Checkout my short story collection Holiday Hell it's a perfect marriage between Christmas and Halloween. 

Interactive Web Poem

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLsjWuYprWA&feature=c4-overview&list=UURKcMoTcLTEsABa9kDiTywA

 Do you want to be apart of an interactive poem on Youtube?
 It is to my knowledge the first interactive open ended poem made by total strangers.
 Let's make history and join in a totally peaceful and fun activity like a mass, interactive poem.

The Screaming Dead

  While I sit

 On the gravestone

  The dead

 They scream at me

  Sure they are dead

  But they scream at me

 From Hell

 And Heaven

 And their

 Graves

  I clasp my hands over

  My ears and I cry out

  To them

 Shut up you dead people!

  You cannot speak!

 You are dead!

  Oh God how those corpses

  Lying beneath the soil

 Beneath my feet scream

 Up at me

  They scream the deafening screams

Of silence

 The silence Oh Dear God

 The silence how it claws at my ears

  And eats away at me.

Santa

I'll tell you a magic and touching moment. I was working as Santa CLaus at a daycare my mom worked at at the time and I visited the children and they told me what they wanted for Christmas. At one point I was trying to get more business so I walk outside and waved at traffic and held a big sign about meeting Santa and telling the motorists about the daycare's hours and one little girl wrapped her arms around my belly and hugged me. It was so sweet her mother thanked me and as I watched the little girl walk hand in hand with her mother out to the mother's car I was filled with an abundance of love for the suit and the magical institution that is Santa Claus and I suddenly wished I was really Santa Claus.

Love

I just want a girl to love and hold.
Application ladies
Ha ha joking.

Coulrophobia

http://anotherealm.org/modules/AMS/article.php?storyid=255

 Hello welcome to Doug's Book Den. For all you Connoisseurs of all things creepy how about a nice day at a theme park to get you screaming?
 Ready to step inside a creepy clown's trailer and experience the Coulrophobia yourself.

How to write a good horror story

This is a check list how to write a good horror story.

 1. Intriguing villain.
2. Sympathetic protagonist
 3. Make the tension so strong you feel the villain could be breathing on your neck as you read the story.