Saturday, October 31, 2015

Starving







    The roar was overwhelming; a rumble that Charlie could feel through his bones and in his guts. And in seconds it was over. It left them coughing and sputtering in the near dark as they gagged on dust and bits of rock that had fallen from the ceiling.
    No one asked if anyone else was alright. They were too focused on what had just happened. One by one, the few flashlights in the tunnel came to shine on the looming wall of rock that blocked their path.
    “Oh god…” Beth sobbed out.
    “No…no no no no no!” Andrew ran from the spot he had fallen and began pounding on the rock wall. It didn’t shudder. Instead, the entire tunnel began to tremble as little rocks and streams of dust fell from the ceiling.
    Charlie was on him in a moment, pulling him away.
    “NO! WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!” Andrew screamed. His eye were wide with panic.
    “You can’t, you idiot! You’re gonna collapse the entire tunnel!”
    A moment after being dragged away, his jaw went slack and his arms fell at his side as he simply stared at the cave-in. He felt like a sack of potatoes in Charlie’s arms. With as much care as he could muster, he set his friend back against the wall.
    Silence fell again as they each came to grips with what had just happened.
    What were they to do? What could they do? The tunnel they were in was part of a small mine in a ghost town amusement park. It didn’t go anywhere and instead was just filled with some pictures of old miners and some crappy lamps. No food, no water, nothing but a curved stretch of tunnel that went on for maybe a hundred or so feet and ended in some stupid tribute to the mine’s founder.
    Charlie suddenly regretted not eating lunch before they went in here.
    Anna was the first to say what they all were thinking.
    “How long do you think it will take for them to find us?”
    “Finding us isn’t the issue.” Charlie answered. “It’s the question of how much rock is in that tunnel and how fast they can dig us out. Even worse, will they collapse the tunnel trying to get to us?”
    Charlie’s glanced over to Andrew who, at the mention of the tunnel collapsing, buried his head in his lap and curled into a large, sobbing mess.
    “Alright. Let’s take inventory.” Julia said in her normal snide tone. She started snapping her fingers as she said, “Everyone turn out your pockets! Let’s see what we’ve got.”
    Two pocket knives. A Brochure. A half a packet of Starburst. Some receipts. Wallets. Keys. Cellphones with no reception.
    “This is all the food we’ve got?” Julia asked with a grimace as she stared at the packet of Starburst.
    “That’s it.” Beth said weakly.
    “We’re gonna have to ration it.” Elena said.
    Andrew couldn’t help but start laughing. He uncurled slightly to glare at her with tear soaked eyes.
    “Are you fucking kidding?! It’s a half a packet of candy. It’s not exactly a box of MREs!”
    “Then we’ll keep your share.” Julia snapped before putting the Starburst in her pocket.
    After that, they sat around. None of them really talked. There wasn’t anything to say. Every now and then, one of them would wander down the tunnel. Perhaps it was to see if some magical new way had opened up or maybe it was just to use the bathroom.
    Every now and again, Charlie listened for the sound of rescue: the clink of tools or maybe shouting. He heard nothing.
    All too soon, Julia had distributed the last of the Starburst. Charlie was pretty sure she kept the extra piece for herself, but had no way to prove it. Not like it mattered. It could hardly be called a meal. It did nothing to quench his hunger.
    “GODDAMNIT!” Julia screeched. “WHAT’S TAKING THEM SO LONG?!”
    “Give it a fucking rest, Julia.” Charlie said. “Bitching isn’t gonna do anything and you’re getting on my nerves.”
    “Oh YOUR nerves, huh?” She said, snapping her fingers in his face. “This was all YOUR idea! You’re the one who wanted to go in this fucking mine. We could have gone to the haunted house!”
    “Get your fingers out of my face.” Charlie said with a growl.
    “Or what? You’ll kill me?” Julia said with a sneer. “Great. You’ll just save me the joy of starving to death in this fucking tunnel.”
    Something snapped in his mind and Charlie couldn’t control himself. He punched Julia square in the nose. Blood sprayed and she crumpled back against the far wall.
    “YOU ASSHOLE!”
    Her hands were covered in blood as she covered her now bleeding nose. Beth and Elena rushed to her side.
    “I’m…I’m  sorry…” Charlie said.
    No one else said anything and Charlie quickly fled to the far end of the tunnel. He found Andrew there.
    “What happened?” he asked quietly, not looking up from his lap.
    “I think I might have just broken Julia’s nose.”
    “Good.” He said softly. “The rotten bitch deserves it.”
    Charlie felt like he should have said something to argue, but he had to agree. Julie had always been insufferable and now that they were trapped down here, her bitchiness had escalated to the point that even looking at her made Charlie dream of bashing her head in with a rock.
    “You know she stole the extra Starburst, right?”
    “Yea…I figured.” Charlie said with a sigh.
    “What are we gonna do for food, man? There’s nothing in here and I don’t know how much longer we’ll last.”
    “We could always eat Julia as punishment for the Starburst.” Charlie said with a chuckle. To Charlie’s surprise, Andrew didn’t laugh with him. Instead, he looked surprisingly pensive.
    “Look, man. I was just joking. I know that’s your Ex.” Charlie finally said.
    “No. You’re right.”
    “What do you mean ‘right’? Right about what?”
    “We’re gonna have to eat Julia.” Andrew said, his voice disturbingly calm.
    “WHAT?! Are you insane?!”
    “On the contrary. How much longer do you think we can last without something to eat? Personally, I can’t go on without something. Those Starburst were nothing and they were all we had. Not to mention it’s just been so long since we had anything…”
    “But Andrew…” Charlie’s mind was reeling. He was trying to think but his mind just wouldn’t. It was too starved. “You’re talking about killing someone. We’re talking about cannibalism!”
    “Yea.”
    “Ok, dude. You’re kind of scaring me. I’m gonna go check if I didn’t do any permanent damage to Julia’s beak. Just stay here, alright?”
    Charlie tried to get up. It took all the strength he had. He was just too hungry. That, combined with the thought of fresh meat, as appalling as the idea was, his entire body clamored for anything it could get. He finally made his way back down the tunnel.
    “You ok?” He asked as he walked back up to the girls.
    “No, you fucking asshat! You punched me in the face!” Julia barked, her face covered in blood from her nose.
    “I’m sorry. I really am. It’s just-“
    “Just nothing!” Julia was on him a flash. She pushed him and shoved him and snapped her fingers in his face. “You think you’re hot shit and just because of who your daddy is you can push anyone around!”
    “It’s not-“
    She kept shoving him, slamming his back against the wall of the tunnel. Beth kept chiming in, trying to tell Julia to calm down, but she wasn’t having it.
    “You think you can just break my fucking nose, say sorry, and it’ll all be ok? Well guess what, it’s not! When I get out of here I’m going get a lawyer and I’m going to fucking sue your-“
    *CRACK!*
    There was a sickening crunch and Julia crumpled to the ground. Beth started screaming. Elena just stared. Charlie didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t even seen Andrew come in and now, there he was, with a bloody rock in his hand and crimson soaking Julia’s black hair.
    Lifting the rock high, Andrew repeatedly smashed in Julia’s head. Each time the crunching crack become wetter and squishier.
    “Stop!” Charlie screamed, grabbing both of his arms. Luckily Andrew didn’t fight because Charlie was sobbing too uncontrollably to have done much else.
    He couldn’t see Julia’s face anymore. Most of it was covered by her hair and the back of head which was a splintered and gory mess.
    “Why would you…?” Beth tried to ask amongst sobs.
    “We need to eat.” Andrew said coldly. “If you think I’m gonna starve to death in this tunnel than you’ve got another thing coming. And I definitely ain’t gonna do it when I’ve got this bag of bitch walking around wasting space.”
    Nonchalantly, Andrew dragged her body a few feet away, pulled out his pocket knife, and began to examine the body. He seemed to be trying to figure out where to start cutting.
    Charlie was still in shock. His back against the wall, he slid down to sitting. He found his gaze drifted back and forth from Andrew, trying to decide what to eat, Beth and Elena with Beth looking horrified and Elena fascinated, and then finally the bits of brain and skull that were scattered across the rocks next to him.
    For a while, he just watched. Watched Andrew fillet Julia as easily as you might a fish. Watched him take chunk after chunk and eat it with elation. Watched Elena join him shortly after and dig in to Julia’s upper thigh.
    Finally, it was too much. Charlie’s stomach growled and groaned. He was too weak. He was too hungry.
    “Can I…Can I have a…?”
    “Yes you can.”
    Andrew carved off several slices of Julia’s back and passed it to him. Holding them, they felt cold and slimy. Charlie couldn’t help but wish they’d been able to cook them somehow. But, given basic amenities, they probably wouldn’t be eating Andrew’s Ex.
    He took a bite.
    And was surprised how much he liked it.
    While he definitely wished again that he could roast it somehow, to his surprise it tasted and smelled vaguely like pork. He ate it bite by bite and soon every bit and piece was gone and he was licking the remains of Julia off his fingers.
    Beth joined in soon after.
    It was only after they had eaten every bit, every morsel, and every part of Julia and sat fat and happy in the darkness that the tunnel began to tremble again. Dust filtered from the ceiling above and little bits of rock rained down on the hollowed out remains of Julia.
    They didn’t run. There wasn’t anything they could do. They sat quietly and accepted their fate. If they died in a cave in then it was only fitting for what they’d just done, Charlie thought.
    A moment later, the rock wall burst forward as a man with a pickaxe and another man with a large sledgehammer made their way through. The group could see light behind them. They could hear people talking and chattering in the distance of the tunnel.
    Freedom!
    Charlie jumped up in joy, as did Beth, Elena, and Andrew.
    The two men, their rescuers, recoiled in horror and held up the tools as if to defend themselves. From the group.
    “Dear god!” The man with the pickaxe screamed as he surveyed the empty carcass of Julia and the blood soaked mouths of Charlie and his friends. “What happened…?”
    Charlie hung his head as he tried to wipe the blood from his mouth. He only made the mess worse.
    “We did what we had to in order to survive...” He said quietly. The others nodded their heads in agreement.
    “What you had to?” The man asked in terror and shock. “YOU’VE ONLY BEEN IN HERE FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES!”






(Hey everyone. I figured we'd end Spookytober on a bit of a funnier note. I really hope you enjoyed. With that said, we will be returning to our regular schedule and, as such, feel free to join us for prompts and practice, 6 word and two sentence stories, along with much, much more! I hope everyone has a safe and pleasant Halloween! See you soon!)

Friday, October 30, 2015

Sorry about the Wait



Hey guys,

Sorry about the absence this last week. I won't go into the finer details, however I've been a bit out of commission this last week. Nothing major, just distracting overall. I've been working on a last hurrah for Spookytober and, if it's looking good, should be posted come tomorrow. Check for it then and thanks again for the patience!

- Rob

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Two Sentence Horror Story - 10.20.15 - "No Strings on Me"



"My uncle is the best Ventriloquist I've ever seen. Half the time
the puppet seems like it can walk and talk on its own without
him even being in the same room...or awake..."

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Words of Encouragement




Hey all.

No story today, but rather just a few words of encouragement for my fellow writers or anyone who wants to BE a writer and just can't quite get the courage up.

Remember, not everything boils down to how many words you get on a page or how many hours your spend tapping away at a keyboard. Part of writing, a large part actually, is allowing your brain to process and consider. Something a lot of people run into is they'll run into Writer's Block and then stall to a complete stop because they don't know what to do and they feel worthless for not writing. A cycle begins where you can't think of what to write and you hate yourself for not writing, you then feel worse and can't think of what to do next and the process starts itself all over again.

I just want to say "It's ok to relax sometimes."

A lot of people now a-days are powered by the Protestant Work Ethic whether they realize it or not. Since birth, through school and work, people have it ingrained that if they aren't PRODUCING then their time has been meaningless. This is powered by that old manufacturing mindset that time spent doing anything but making A THING is wasted.

However, for writer's, you have to be able to take time to create. Words are nothing without meaning and, if you don't have something meaningful to work from than you're, at best, free-writing.

So please...let yourself think. Let yourself relax. Let your mind wander to your thoughts and your passions. Let it twist upon your perversions and your secrets. Enjoy everything that you have available to you no matter your background and let everything you hear and see and smell and touch and taste inspire you. Just let yourself BE.

If you feel the need to write, than write! But if you are beating yourself up because you open up a blank word document and simply stare at a flashing icon, just remember that's it's ok to let yourself be.

You are a writer. Now let yourself write however you need to.


P.S. This applies to ALL of you artist type people. So all of you drawers and painters and game designers and anyone else who just needs to take a minute to breath so your mind can do what it does best: it’s ok to take a minute for yourself. You’re all amazing.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Six Word Story - 10.14.15 - No Light




 "No more light! He'll find us!"





(Hey all, hope you're doing well. So I've recently been kind of inspired by the success I've been seeing with the Two Sentence Stories. As such, my wife recommended I try an even MORE difficult writing exercise: Six Word Stories. Let me know what you think.)

Monday, October 12, 2015

Two Sentence Horror Story - 10.12.15 - "Dinner-Time"



"Is it dinner-time yet, mommy?" My son asked with a smile. Even though I knew he was dead, the thing had copied him so well; his look, his voice, that I couldn't bring myself to fight back as it took the first bite out of me.

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Two Sentence Story - 10.11.15 - "O Death"




"Help me!" She screamed as loud as she could, praying that anyone might hear her while she desperately tried to keep grip on the cliffside. That was when cold, bony fingers took hold of her hands and pulled her away from the brink of life and death.



Hey all, I hope you enjoyed today's two sentence story. I know that it wasn't particularly "horror" (more likely than not it's, at most, kinda creepy to think about). That said, however, I was heavily inspired by the song "O Death" and this little tidbit was just begging to be let out. 



Song Source: Until Dawn - PlayStation 4  

Friday, October 9, 2015

Two Sentence Horror Story - 10.09.15




I was awoken by the sound of someone knocking
on my window, asking to be let in. It was only as I
started to get up that I remembered I lived on
the 13th floor and didn't have a fire escape outside.





Photo Source: 
28 Weeks Later (Widescreen Edition)

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Two Sentence Horror Story - 10.08.15




With a sigh, I roll over and snuggle closer to the sleeping
form of my wife. That is, until I notice my wife standing
several feet away, her face frozen in fear at whatever
is in my arms.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Writing Inspiration - 10.06.15



"You couldn't help but think the Smiths' new Scarecrow 
was a little creepy. That was why you noticed that it was 
missing on your walk back home..."

Spookytober


Hey all, I know we're a week into it (been running a little late here) but I wanted to announce that this month is going to be...


What this means is very simple. Any stories, inspiration, motivations, and anything else we post will be focused towards the "Spoooooky" in honor of Halloween. Everything will a bit of a dark or morbid twist and is meant just for fun.

We hope you enjoy (and sorry for this being a week late)!


- Rob

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Writing Inspiration - Spooky-Tober Version - 10.03.15




"Please don't go out tonight." she begged as I
finished snapping my harness. "I saw something
moving down there." That was a moment before
the boat lurched and I was thrown overboard,
falling into the black abyss.

Friday, October 2, 2015

Writer / Editor: For Hire


Writer / Editor
For Hire

 _________________________________________________________

To those that are interested: I would like to provide my services as both a 
Writer and an Editor. I have a great deal of experience in both avenues due
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experience with those who desire it. Allow me to craft you a fantastical
story or simply help you clean up your own work of literary art.

      Pricing       
        •  Writing (by word)
          • $3                         100 - 500 words
          • $5                        500 - 1000 words
          • $9                       1000 - 2000 words
          • $15       Per 2000 word increment above and beyond

        • Erotic / Pornographic Writing (by word)
          • $5                         100 - 500 words
          • $8                        500 - 1000 words
          • $14                     1000 - 2000 words 
          • $20       Per 2000 word increment above and beyond
             
        • Editing Services (by Hour)
          • $10            Copyediting / Proofreading
          • $15                    Transcription 
          • $20               Research / Fact Check

       Writing Competencies     

While I consider myself well-versed and highly adaptable, I am particularly
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Additionally, I'm more than willing and able to produce either original content
or works directly related to other pieces of fiction (read: Fanfiction).

      Restrictions      
I am generally very easy-going with regards to writing restrictions, however I do
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      • I reserve the right to refuse service to anyone.
      • All Payments must be made through Paypal for the security of both
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      • You are welcome to contact me through any social media medium,
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      • Payment is to be provided before the final product is submitted
      • Projects that are canceled before completion will have a charge
        based on the percentage of work completed before cancellation.
        • E.G: a 2000 word project that has had 500 words written will
          be charged the respective $3 of a 500 word project.