DON'T LET THE BASTARDS GRIND YOU DOWN!

THE TIME WAS LIKE FIFTY FUCKING YEARS AGO, LIKE THE FUCKING 1960'S, BACK WHEN THERE WAS NOTHING BUT OLD SHIT EVERYWHERE, LIKE THE OLD WEST. THERE WAS THIS HUGE FUCKING ALLIGATOR, THE SIZE OF A T-REX OR SOME SHIT, AND HE WAS TEARING SHIT UP AND FUCKING THROWING ROCKS AT OLD DECRPIT BUILDINGS WHEN HE GOT THIS FUCKING WICKED EVIL-FUCKER IDEA. HE WALKED TO THE BEACH, WHICH WAS LIKE THREE FUCKING STEPS AWAY SINCE HE WAS SO FUCKING HUGE, AND HE DIPPED HIS TINY FUCKING T-REX HANDS INTO THE WATER AND PULLED OUT A FUCKING KING CRAB! BUT THIS CRAB WASN'T EVIL AND SHIT, SO THE T-REX FUCKING RIPPED HIS SHIT OPEN LIKE A BAG OF CHIPS AND THREW THAT SHIT BACK INTO THE OCEAN.

THE CRAB WAS ALL FLOATING AND BLEEDING AND SHIT, BUT THE FUCKER REFUSED TO DIE! AS HE WAS FLOATING THERE HE REMEMBERED WATCHING SOME SHITTY SHOW ON DISCOVERY ABOUT SOME WEIRD FUCKER WHO CAN FIX ANY BROKEN SHIT, SO THE CRAB DECIDED TO GO ON THIS BIG FUCKING ADVENTURE TO FIND THIS WEIRD DISCOVERY BITCH.

WHEN THE CRAB FINALLY FOUND THAT COCKSUCKER, HE WAS CHEWING ON A FUCKING ROCK BECAUSE HE WAS ALL HUNGRY AND SHIT BECAUSE HE WAS TOO MUCH OF A BITCH TO GO AND KILL HIMSELF A BIG JUICY BUFFALO LIKE EVERYONE ELSE HAD TO IN THAT TIME. SO, THE CRAB OFFERED HALF OF HIS FUCKING BODY FOR THE WEIRD FUCKER TO EAT AS LONG AS HE AGREED TO FUCKING FIX IT TO WHERE THE CRAB COULD WALK GOOD AND SHIT.

THE DISCOVERY BITCH AGREED, BUT IT TURNED OUT THAT THE FUCKER WASN'T JUST WEIRD, HE WAS INSANE, BECAUSE HE ENDED UP SEWING HIS OWN FUCKING LEGS ON THAT CRAB! SO NOW THIS DISCOVERY FUCKER HAS TO GO THE REST OF HIS LIFE WITHOUT ANY FUCKING LEGS, BUT HE SAID IT WAS NO BIG DEAL BECAUSE HE PROBABLY WOULD HAVE JUST ENDED UP EATING THAT SHIT EVENTUALLY ANYWAY.

DOOM is nigh...

MARCH 2010.

NaNoWriMo

I will be trying to do the NanoWriMo thing again this year. If you are also going to have a go at it this year, then add me: http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/428300

Oh, and if you live in the Ashland, KY or Huntington, WV area, then let me know and maybe we could start a NaNoWriting group!

Anxiously waiting for November 1st,

III

TOE TAGS - Available NOW!!!

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Toe Tags - Trailer 2009

Toe Tags - Teaser #5

EXCERPT:

A floorboard creaked just beyond the front door. My heart raced in my chest so hard, I thought it’d jump right out my body. I thumbed through my coat pocket, and pulled out the syringe.

Sheriff Clayton pulled his gun and grasped it between his hands. His face was a portrait of dread.

We stood prepared, primed and ready for anything.

The creaks grew closer and closer to the door. A small muffled voice came through the walls. “Touch it you chicken.”

A slight tap hit the front door, followed by the sound of laughter and running footsteps.

Sheriff Clayton went to the window and peered out. “Just a couple of kids,” he muttered. He turned to me and added, “Every kid in the county thinks this place is a haunted house.”

I smirked. “They’re probably right, Sheriff.”

From "Maniac"
by Chad Case (c) 2009

Toe Tags - Teaser #4

EXCERPT:

Travis ran to the fence and began shaking it frantically.

“Guys!” he called, “Hey, it’s me! You gotta help us outta here. I think we’ve been drugged!”

Steve and John stopped talking, looked at him, and smiled.

“Well, John, I think we have our first volunteer for the evenin’.”

“What do you mean?” asked Travis, “Aren’t you gonna help me out of here? The people who did this might be back at any minute!”

“You get the honor of being the first kill tonight.” John said with a smile.

From "The Farm"

by Stephanie Barnett (c) 2009