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Pavlov

Grandmaster Knight
My story, feel free to comment on my progress so far. Note, havent had a chance to spell check since I wrote it in notepad so be gentle on my illiterate ass. :wink:

Also this is a bit sick, so... read at own umm how to say.. well don't read it if you're a *****. :smile:

Tommy

My name is Thomas Anderson Biel, I'm a 22 year old banker, and right now I'm right in the middle of rejecting a young womans loan request. The idiocy of people amuses me almost as much as it irritates me, I can't possibly give this women a loan. She has no job, no place of residence, not even a car. Yet she wants a loan to open up some half assed beauty salon. God... when was the last time she looked in the mirror. I've pissed better shapes in the snow then her. Shes raising her voice to me now "don't get upset Thomas, she believes in herself"... "Not even Tommyboy, shes only doing this to piss you off" shhh, quiet, I'll solve this myself. She is standing up now, and yelling at me. I ask her to sit down, but she continues to scream at me... "shes doing it on purpose Tommyboy, just wait, shes going to insult you" hes right... plain as day, she calls me a suit wearing cock sucker. What a mistake... what a huge ****ing mistake.


It's 5pm now, I'm supposed to be getting off, I tidy up my desk, say my goodbye and walk out. My day is shot now, I hate it when people treat me like ****... I have a hard job, I can't just give money to everyone, it isen't even mine, why can't they understand. God I just want to sit them down and expa... "relax Thomas, they are beneath you getting upset over, get in your car go home, relax, watch some TV and go to bed" Good idea, I always have good ideas, hahahaha I'm fine now. I think I'll just walk home today, the weather is nice and it's only a few miles. Ahhh, there is Franklin street, New Terry, almost home... "Tommyboy, look to you left.. don't do it Thomas keep walking" Interesting... you know, she looks a lot like that woman from today "yeah the beauty girl Tommyboy, it's not her Thomas, don't stop" I think I'll stop for a second. "Good Tommyboy, now go talk to her" It's amazing how easy it is to pick up a woman when you're attractive, smart, and dress well. Should I do drinks? "Do drinks and take her home Thomas, you know you have a problem" Yes I'm right, drinks and home... "C'mon Tommyboy...Take her somewhere more private, you two have a lot to talk about no?" Yes, she trusts me, all I do is smile and hold her hand, we will take a nice long walk back towards the bank, Looks like I might need my car. "To take her home Thomas, to take her home" right... to drive her... home. Good we're here, I can tell shes a little bit nervous, it's a dark parking lot and I'm a stranger... god I ****ing hate when people don't trust me, ME out of all people! "Calm down Tommyboy, you're sweating and its 60 degrees outside" ahh yes... I know. As the good gentleman I offer to drive the car up to her while she stays in the light, she likes that. I can tell by the twinkle in her eye, she trusts me again, good good . This is how we li.. this is how I like it. I start the engine, "Smile Tommy boy" alright be quiet my head hurts. "Get it Tommyboy get it, keep it in your hand, pull up close to her Tommyboy"

A human body is suprisingly easy to fit into a trunk, but it's not as quick as you might think however. Good thing it gets dark quickly, under the cover of night it's harder to see what someone is doing "What have you done now Tommy, look shes bleeding... She will be fine Tommyboy you only gave her a good whack, she will come to in a few hours. Hurry up now" See... this is what happens when people upset me, I just can't... control myself. ****, I knew I should have taken my pills, but they confuse me, I can't think right when I take them... and i'm alone, i'm ohh so alone without them. "It's alright Tommyboy, we're here for you now, don't worry, we will fix this like we always fix it... now.. who takes care of you huh?" Thats right, I always fix the problems. God, I hope I closed the trunk tight enough, don't want any problems. We're home... what to do now, what to do.. i'm in a deep mess, it's going to be hard to get out of this one without... sacrifices. "Be a man Thomas, you made a mess, now clean it up. You don't want anyone to find out about this. Be neat." Always. Never a mistake... "take her out of the car Tommy boy, bring her into the house... no.. into the basement" Alright... good don't think anyone saw me, the ropes, where are the rope...ahh ok there, my tools I'm going to nee "NO THOMAS! don't! don't do all that, just do it quick and neat, and get rid of it.. go about you life, no need for all this" no no , there is a need for all this.. I try I really do, but... I have a problem, I have a need.. and that need is to engage in atrociously sick behaviors, I'm not going to hide it anymore, this is what I crave, this is what I need, only the pain and sufferings of others keep me alive, keep me sane... " Good boy Tommy... now... get your tools"

I start with removing the tounge, i hate loud noises, and shes fully awake so her screams will deffinitly distract me from my craft. A human tounge is much like any other mammals, much like a cows, so therefore is etable. Natrually, nothing is waisted, I'll have to go back on my diet tonight for a small midnight snack."ohhh what a mess Thomas" "what a pretty little blood fountain Tommyboy" Well now since I'm in the heat of it I wonder what I should do next, god I love the muffled groans I hear, It's like a rainbow in my mind and the pot of gold at the end are my tools and my subject, and they say no one can ever find it. "Shes watching you Tommy boy, look at her, full of fear it's sickening isen't it?" it is... well, I guess it's time to get rid of this new problem, what to use what to use. "why... Thomas... thats really sickening don't do it, just finish it quickly" no, no, no... I'm enjoying myself far to much now "Get a wine bottle opener, that should work well Tommyboy" Done, the eye muscles of a person are a lot stronger then many may thing, and with such a crude tool my task was quite strenous, but... never the less successful, even if a bit... messy. "Can't watch you now can she Tommyboy" Nope, haha, not anymore.

End Part 1.
 
Are you trying to tell us something?
We know we know. The voices are wicked and the female should have been more polite. Now just tell us your adress and we will get you some help... to continue your life.

Just kiddin'. One free artist of flesh (well writing one to add) is always better than one locked up psycho.
 
Well when I wrote that I looked around the room and was thinking to myself, if I had to remove eyes what would I use, then I went to get a drink of water and saw a wine opener in the kitchen and was all like *inspiration*.
 
If I didn't know you lived with your mom I would wonder what the **** a wine bottle opener is doing in your house. Since wine doesn't have too much alcohol in it.
 
ok, divine lose the avatar i had a funny pic of hitler and i was told to rid of it so i think you should do the same :wink:
 
just advice, its either me or a pm from narc telling you he did it :wink:

oh and back on topic, heh nice story pav :wink:
 
AIEEEEEEE JIGGLY! KILL IT!

Anyhoo, that's a very neat story story Pavlov.
Might make for a good slasher film...unless of course it would be done by Uwe Boll. *shudders*

And if you want a good way to remove one's eyes without actually getting your own hands dirty, try a pissed off cat. RAWR *claw claw* Not so good of course if you want the eyeballs to remain somewhat intact.

Oh and I think absinthe might be even better if you wanna think up sick stories.
 
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