Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd November 2018 10:42pm
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Sex_on_the_Joe (Joe-D)
Sex_on_the_Joe (Joe-D)
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Campfire Stories Halloween Competition!
Apple Pie Part 4
The blind woman in the creepy cottage,
looked nothing like I had imagined.
In fact she was quite the opposite.
Her hair was black as night,
flowing freely along her back.
Her face was young and beautiful.
Projecting the image of a twenty year old.
Plain and free.
No signs of makeup or lipstick.
No piercings or pimples.
Not even a sign of a single blemish.
Except for her eyes.
Those eyes that stared blankly into the depths of our souls,
just waiting for that right moment for us to blink;
so they could rip out our still beating hearts.
Those eyes that were pearly grey one moment,
and then transparent the next.
Those eyes seemed to follow our every movement.
Closed circuit monitors hiding behind their two way mirrors.
They sweep their gaze across the room,
scanning our motives,
and verifying our cause.
I wished I hadn't seen those eyes.
They branded my thoughts,
burying themselves deep within the furthest recesses of my mind.
I closed my eyes and cleared my head.
Looking at anything else but those eyes.
The blind woman was decorated in a colorful house dress.
Prints and flowers covered her scrawny features,
engulfing her from head to toe.
She wore an apron around her waist,
standing at the mouth of her oven.
With one fell swoop she freed its captured host.
The Apple Pie.
Her kitchen was clutter free.
Nothing seemed to be out the ordinary.
Her sink was clean and void of dishes.
Her floor was spotless with a sparkling shine.
You get the idea.
This is really boring describing her kitchen.
She places the Apple Pie in the center of her table.
Looking directly at me with those dead eyes of hers.
"So about that phone."
She says in a very sly voice.
"I wanna say how sorry I am for how I responded earlier.
You see around this time of year,
All Hallows Eve;
I get the most strangest of visitors at my door stop.
They always want to use my phone,
and play these horrible pranks on me.
Can you believe that?
Pranks on me.
A poor sweet innocent blind woman.
I thought that's what you kids were doing,
when you didn't answer me.
I'm sorry sweeties,
but I don't have a phone for you guys to use."
The blind woman explained.
Barely containing the most wicked grin I have ever seen.
Prying itself from the corners of her lips.
"Are you serious?
Did you even hear a word we said?
What the fuck are we doing here?"
Donnie exploded.
Shouting at the blind woman.
"Donnie what the fuck is wrong with you dude?
Can't you see that she's trying to help us?"
I_IS_ME says.
Pushing him slightly in an intimidating fashion.
"Do not rebuke him child,
for in due time he will learn the errors of his ways,
speaking to me with such disrespect."
The blind woman warns,
staring directly at Donnie.
Those eyes changing shades again.
They were no longer grey or transparent.
They were colorless and alive.
Her retinas glowed in a hypnotic display.
Donnie stood there motionless.
As if his body was drained of his life essence.
Leaving behind an empty shell of a frozen mannequin.
He snapped out of his tranquil peril,
and immediately apologized for his rude behavior and disrespect.
We quickly look at him with shock and disbelief.
Donnie apologizing?
The Donnie we knew would have never done any such deed.
I instantly suspected foul play,
but I lacked the proper proof;
and was not in any position to confront the blind woman.
I quickly dismissed this nonsense from my mind.
How could a blind woman control someone she couldn't see?
It made no sense.
Come to think of it,
how could a cottage,
this very cottage that we're in manifest itself from thin air?
I must be tired or delusional.
That's it.
I'm seeing things.
This is all a dream and I'm gonna wake up any moment now,
as soon as my alarm goes off.
But there is no alarm.
Just the scrambling of my brain trying to rationalize,
all these inexplainable occurrences.
"Now to get back to what I was saying,
before I was rudely interrupted."
Her tone more vicious than before.
"I don't have a phone.
But my daughter will be here in the morning,
and can take you into town so you can report,
this accident of yours to the authorities.
You may spend the night here if you wish.
I have four tents pitched right out front.
I'm sure you passed them by when you entered my home."
The blind woman suggested.
Those eyes of hers glowing colorlessly again.
Her blank stare wraps around us.
Restricting our movement.
Clouding our judgement.
And suffocating our minds.
We couldn't think of anything let alone our own identities.
Nothing mattered in those eyes.
Not the accident.
Not the cars.
Not the Buck.
Not the phone.
Not the time.
Not the authorities.
Not us being lost.
Or even ourselves.
Nothing mattered in her gaze.
Not even the number one reason we were here.
That fuckin' Halloween costume party.
That just happened to be hosted on All Hallows Eve.
"Yes that sounds like a good idea."
We all say nodding in agreement.
"Then it's settled.
I'll get you all nice and cozy so you don't freeze out there."
The blind woman says merrily.
"But before I do all of that,
you kids must be very hungry.
I heard your tummies from way out there,
so I baked you this in advance.
Have a seat and take a load off.
There's plenty of space around the table.
Won't you please help yourselves.
There's enough to go around."
She collects her dinner plates and silverware,
passing them in front of us.
She cuts the Apple Pie and hands it out.
We dig in like greedy hogs,
inhaling their master's slop.
There's something wierd and strange about this pie.
Thats when it all comes flooding back.
The memories like dejavu.
I remember when she took it out.
That was three hours ago.
Yet here it was on our plates.
Still very hot.
Still very fresh.
The time is now eight-thirty.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Written by Sex_on_the_Joe
(Joe-D)
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Mary Stockum: The Coshocton County Witch
A witch, a witch
She killed her husband and kids
They threw her in a ditch
But a witch is still a witch
She came back from the dead
So they cut off her head
Forgetting what the people had said
She’d never remain on her deathbed
Decades later, there was a girl
She was thought a witch, what a world
So they thought of the stories
And they gave it a whirl
The people shouted
A witch, a witch
She killed her husband and kids
They threw her in a ditch
But a witch is still a witch
They cut off her head
Hoping she’d remain dead
Never listening to a word I said
She’d never remain on her deathbed
She killed her husband and kids
They threw her in a ditch
But a witch is still a witch
She came back from the dead
So they cut off her head
Forgetting what the people had said
She’d never remain on her deathbed
Decades later, there was a girl
She was thought a witch, what a world
So they thought of the stories
And they gave it a whirl
The people shouted
A witch, a witch
She killed her husband and kids
They threw her in a ditch
But a witch is still a witch
They cut off her head
Hoping she’d remain dead
Never listening to a word I said
She’d never remain on her deathbed
Written by stoned
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Apple Pie Part 5
"Are we all full from our meal?"
The blind woman asks.
Grinning from ear to ear.
"I have all your procurements ready to go.
You'll never freeze tonight and that's a promise."
She says reassuringly.
Gathering our dishes and dumping them into the sink.
She moves with such grace and elegance for a blind woman.
How long has she been blind?
How can she know the inns and outs of her place so well,
without having a single accident or even bumping into things?
She doesn't use a white cane or even keep her arms up for guidance.
Does she use some kind of sonar echo location device,
that is pitched at a higher decimal our ears are deaf to?
So many questions that will never be answered.
We rally our gear and shoo ourselves outside.
Pausing for a second as if telepathically thinking.
I wonder if any of the others noticed the pie.
I wonder if they were paying attention,
before meeting the gaze of those eyes.
I let out an exhausting sigh.
There's only one way to find out.
"I was thinking."
I said in a soft doubtful tone.
"Has anyone noticed how that Apple Pie tasted?"
"It was delish.
The best damn Apple Pie I ever had!!!"
I_IS_ME jubilantly exclaimed.
The others nodded in agreeance.
There was no point asking the next question.
They hadn't noticed a thing.
The night was cold,
crisp and dry.
The local habitants were silent and still.
No calls to the night.
No rustling of shadows.
No teeth and fangs with psychotic episodes,
waiting to strip our flesh from our screaming bones.
No nothing.
Just peace and quiet.
Except for that annoying owl,
chanting hoot,
hoot,
hoot like a retarded broken record.
We walk to the four tents pitched in front,
off the wing of the blind woman's cottage.
We behold the picturesque beauty,
of the brand new tents that were now our quarters.
They were enormously wide and taller than we were.
The lips of the mouths were zippered shut.
The entrance to these giants were small enough to pass,
and narrow enough to close.
They illuminated the darkness with their array of colors.
They dam sure didn't look like this when we passed the first time.
What the fuck is going on!!!!
We shed our supplies piggy backing our shoulders.
"I want the purple one."
Veronica said.
"We'll take the red one."
Donnie commanded.
"And we'll take the orange one."
I_IS_ME said.
"That just leaves the blue one for us."
I say to LilDragonFly.
Blue is my favorite color any way.
We all say goodnight and enter our tents.
Little did I know of the events that were about to conspire.
"Are you tired baby?"
Michelle asked Donnie.
Undressing down to her lingerie.
"No."
Donnie says firmly.
Not paying attention to the strip tease his girlfriend was performing.
"Are you horny then?"
She asks.
Flinging her bra at the back of his head.
He turns around to a pair of perky nipples staring him down.
Her areolas perfectly round and hard.
Her breasts huge and natural.
Forty D.
In the purple tent Marcus and Veronica unpack their supplies.
She unfolds the comforter and snaps it to size.
It swells up angrily,
like an octopus riding the waves of the sea.
Marcus takes out the lantern and lights it with his lighter.
It flickers from the wind but doesn't produce any shadows.
He is too tired to notice.
He yawns and stretches,
collapsing on the comforter his girlfriend just laid out.
He curls himself into a ball and falls fast asleep.
Veronica becomes very angry as she stands over his body,
studying him snoring and slobbering on his pillow.
She was hoping he would fuck her.
After all that was the only reason she came along.
She made sure her costume was the sluttiest,
so he would get the picture.
She knew what turned him on,
knew his fantasies and desires.
So she dressed up as a desperate housewife.
She wore a tight fitting black and red leather dress,
that accented her gorgeous legs.
Her back was exposed revealing she wore no bra.
Her breasts were bursting out their seams,
as if they were ready to jump ship.
In fact she wore no panties either.
Her red pumps stood about four inches high.
What can I say,
Marcus was really into Desperate Housewives.
She felt really horny.
She took off her dress and slipped under the covers,
next to the piece of shit she called a man;
she so desperately wanted to fuck.
She thought how it would feel if he felt up her body.
She began to grope herself,
fondling her average sized breasts.
Thirty-six B.
The more she caressed the more excited she became.
She shoved her right hand to her vagina and frantically rubbed.
In the orange tent I_IS_ME and SweetKittyCat5 passionately make love.
No description needed.
Their privacy is censored.
"LilDragonFly I think we need to talk."
I softly say reaching for her hands,
placing them in mine while looking her in her eyes.
"Do you love me for who I am?
Or do you love me for what I've become?"
I nervously ask her unsure of what she'll say.
"Sexy Joe there's no need to question my love for you.
I love you unconditionally no matter what.
I'm nothing like those other bitches you were fuckin with in the past.
I'm a real woman who has a matured mind.
I am not going anywhere,
I'll always be by your side.
Unless you have plans of leaving me.
Do you have plans on leaving me?"
She asks with concern in her voice.
"I have no plans on leaving you either.
I guess I'm a little paranoid with what's been going on lately.
I'm sorry I even brought it up."
I say.
She places her index finger on my lips and kisses me gently.
Before I know it we're undressing and making love.
Again no need for description.
This part is censored.
Back at Donnies tent his face is buried in Michelle's bossom.
His dick is rock hard.
All that's on his mind is how good he's gonna fuck her.
She helps him shed his Werewolf costume.
She tosses it aside.
His face goes back to her boobs while her hands roam free,
in search of his dick.
She throws her head back.
Her eyes glowing green.
A wide and evil smile paints itself on her face.
She removes Donnies head from her chest standing him straight.
She lunges for his dick.
Mouth opened wide.
Wrapping around his head.
She sucks gently at first,
but quickly revs up the speed.
Donnie throws back his head with excitable pleasure.
He grabs the back of her neck,
ramming more of his dick down her throat.
He moans and groans on the doorstep of ecstasy.
His floodgates start to open but are quickly closed.
The feeling of ecstasy is replaced with a sudden sharp pain.
His face is distorted in a disturbing show of agony.
He looks down at Michelle,
her face is covered in blood.
She spits out his dick and chews on his head,
as if it were a pack of now and laters.
His blood continues to stream.
He looks at the gaping hole where his dick used to be.
Panic now sprints up his throat.
He releases the most loudest siren he has ever produced.
Still losing blood at an alarming rate.
Michelle finishes her snack and is now ready for her meal.
She pounces on Donnie.
Biting huge chunks out his face.
He wails louder and louder you would think the others would hear.
But they are busy with their own sexual encounters.
Too busy to notice his screams.
Too possessed to even care.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Written by Sex_on_the_Joe
(Joe-D)
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Apple Pie Part 6
Michelle finished her dinner.
She cleaned herself up while looking down,
at her ex-boyfriends remains.
His face was completely chewed off exposing his skull.
So neatly picked clean,
you would have thought he was attacked,
by a voracious school of piranhas.
Nothing was left except the hair on his head.
His teeth, nose and ears were removed and made into a necklace.
His eyes were pulled from their sockets but left intact.
They dangled on the sides of his temples,
like limp lollipops with strings for sticks.
His throat had been ripped out.
Both his esophagus and larynx were crushed.
His arms were pulled from their joints,
gaping holes of flesh were bitten out.
His right hand was removed.
Three fingers and his thumb chewed off.
His chest was ripped open.
His organs were eaten.
His stomach was left to sizzle in its own digestive juices.
His intestines were missing.
His lower half was the only part of his body that was left untouched.
With the exception of his poor, poor dick.
In its place stood his right hand.
Forced into his stretched out hole,
and tied in place with his intestines.
His middle finger was the only finger left.
It stood erect and tall.
The fingernail was removed from its bed.
A dried stain of blood rested on the side of its tip.
The last and only remaining shed of Donnie's tear.
Michelle's eyes strayed away from her dinner date.
Still glowing green.
They're now fixed upon the exit,
as she makes a B-line to the zipper.
She unzipped it without a pause,
stepping out the tent.
Her naked body sparkles under the moonlight.
Her areolas still aroused hard and perky.
Drops of blood dripped and trickled off her huge,
Forty D sized breasts.
Back in the purple tent,
Veronica continued going to town on her vagina.
With each circular motion,
she envisioned Marcus' tongue;
licking and flicking her already moist and juicy clit.
She did not have a normal clitoris,
but there was nothing wrong with it either.
It was just bigger and more swollen than most,
which offered more biting and sucking when pulled in.
She began to moan quite loudly in pleasure,
wishing Marcus was awake.
Wishing he would suckle her breasts while fingering her cooch.
Wishing with such imagination he would just wake up already,
and slide his bulging dick into her now throbbing vagina.
She moaned with pure excitement as her fingers intensified.
With one last final rub she cream pied all on herself.
That sudden release of hormonal build-up was exactly what she needed.
She has never felt this good about an orgasm before.
Marcus certainly couldn't have given her this kind of level of pleasure.
She pulls the comforter away and gets back on her feet.
She grabs her cigarettes,
lighter and a bottle of water;
and heads outside to clean herself up.
Unaware of Michelle's presence just outside her tent.
She walks a little ways from her tent just in front of the woods.
She uncaps the bottle of water and pours some onto her creamed hand.
With the remaining water she splashes her now relieved vagina.
The cold air mixed with the water freezes her coochie on contact.
She screams out loud in an uncontrollable reaction.
She immediately wishes she hadn't done that.
She wipes her vagina with her hands in an attempt to dry off the water.
She grabs her smokes and lights one.
Michelle now behind her,
eye's still glowing green;
picks up a nearby axe,
embedded in a tree trunk.
She walks toward Veronica,
holding the axe in a firm grip.
Hearing Michelle's footsteps but thinking its Marcus,
she turns around ready to confront him.
Michelle swings her axe at that precise moment.
Cutting through Veronica's neck,
sending her head flying through the woods.
She never had the chance to scream.
Her cigarette still attached to her lips,
rolled along with her head as it tumbled through the woods.
Her body jerked and jittered as if it were convulsing.
Her blood gushed up through the air,
in an attempt to paint the moon.
Her body just stood there a moment,
before dropping to their knees and falling forward to the ground.
Michelle laughs hysterically.
Her lust for blood still unsatisfied.
Marcus wakes up in a terrible sweat.
Horror is written all across his face.
He calls out her name in a panicked repetition.
"Veronica!!
Veronica!!!
Veronicaaaaaaaa!!!!"
Its a terrible shame she will never hear him calling.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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(Joe-D)
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Apple Pie Part 7
Marcus picks himself up and dries the sweat off his face.
His heart pounded in his chest,
like he just ran a marathon.
He pours a shot of vodka and swallows it hard.
He pours himself another and then another.
His tent has become so much colder than he remembered,
before he fell unconscious.
"That was one hell of a dream."
He said thinking out loud.
Just now noticing that Veronica wasn't in the tent with him.
"Oooohhh shit,
she must be really pissed at me,
for falling asleep on her like that.
She so totally wanted to fuck me.
I'm such a douche bag for this."
He says to himself while slapping his face.
She couldn't have gone too far he thought.
He looks around his tent for the flashlight,
Sex_On_The_Joe gave to him earlier.
He finds it under the rest of the supplies,
they hadn't taken out yet.
He also found the reason why he was so cold.
Veronica left the tent unzippered when she left to clean herself.
He could smell the coldness of the night,
like it was having hygienic issues.
He covered his face but not before inhaling a familiar scent.
A scent he was well too familiar with.
Newport one hundreds.
He knew only one person who smoked that brand,
whenever she was mad at him.
Veronica.
The scent was getting stronger and stronger,
as it rode the hump backed wind.
He turned the flashlight on.
Brightness flooded small widths of the night,
as the rest ducked and dodged to hold onto their secrets.
It trespassed through the neighboring tents,
shining truth and justice to the sleeping occupants.
They stirred in their sleep covering their eyes subconsciously.
Feeling satisfied knowing his friends were safe and sound,
Marcus heads on his quest ready to apologize to Veronica.
Now back in the orange tent,
I_IS_ME shifts and turns his position.
SweetKittyCat5 cuddled under him.
She purrs and moans in her sleep.
Recalling the sexual satisfaction she enjoyed,
as I_IS_ME put her to bed.
He tosses and turns awaking from his slumber.
His dick is swollen with morning wood.
Ready to explode at a moments notice with all the urine he was housing.
He gently slides away careful not to wake his woman.
He makes sure he's in the clear,
before grabbing his lower half of his costume and throwing it on.
Still holding his urine.
He slips out the tent zippering it behind him.
The chill of the night tries to intimidate.
It flows through his body with a series of blows,
only an average person would topple over from.
But I_IS_ME is not average.
In fact he is far from average.
He's always loved the cold fingers of Autumn on his skin,
ever since he was a small boy.
He never out grew this and never got sick.
He brushes off the breeze,
as if it were an amateur light-weight boxer.
He walks in the direction of the woods finally relieving himself.
Yawning and stretching still half asleep he turns back for his tent.
He pauses a moment sniffing the air.
A cigarette was being smoked and he knew just by who.
Veronica.
He gave up smoking quite some time ago,
when he was a fresh man in college.
This is now his junior year.
SweetKittyCat5 was the reason.
She nagged and nagged pointing out facts why he should quit.
So he did.
Knowing that was the only way for him to escape,
and getting her to shut the fuck up.
The smell of the smoke lured him in.
Everyone knew Veronica only smoked,
when Marcus was being an asswhole.
He thought she might need someone to talk to.
Someone to share her cigarette with.
Marcus searched the woods in hopes of finding Veronica.
He knew what he would say to convince her to go back with him.
He rehearsed the words in his head,
when he heard a sudden snap.
It was directly in front of him.
Not more than twenty feet away.
He heard the snap again.
Then smelled the pungent aroma of the cigarette.
Fearing for the worse he turned his stroll into a hustle.
Quickly freezing in his steps and almost toppling over.
His breath was tight and short.
Held hostage in the elevator of his lungs.
His eyes were filled with terror,
as he realized who was making that snapping sound.
He couldn't move a muscle.
He couldn't scream in fright.
The only thing Marcus could do was watch the horror show
Michelle held her axe above her head,
bringing it down with tremendous force.
It made clean cuts through Veronica's headless corpse.
Not a single bone was broken as her body was brutally dismembered.
Michelle looked up from her project and straight into Marcus' eyes.
Her body once again consumed with blood,
dripping off her huge,
Forty D sized breasts.
Her face was twisted and distorted,
as if erased and rearranged.
Her mouth was crookedly wide,
revealing a hint of sharpened fangs that lurked behind its curtain.
The cigarette dangled from her lips,
half way smoked but still lit.
She stared deep into Marcus' soul,
as if she were reading the inscriptions on his headstone.
Her eyes still glowing green.
She drops the axe she was holding,
and walks directly toward Marcus.
Her gaze still holding fast.
He is still grounded to the woods.
A cemented mannequin trying to desperately escape his demise.
She grabs him by the throat and lifts him off his feet.
He grabs and scratches at her hand while kicking at the night.
Michelle winds her right arm back,
as if pitching her most famous curveball.
She drives it straight through his chest carving out a gaping hole.
She slowly and almost reluctantly draws back her hand.
Holding Marcus' still beating heart.
I_IS_ME starts hauling ass.
He can't believe what the fuck he just saw.
He glances over his shoulder hoping she wasn't giving chase.
He stumbles over backwards landing face first in Donnie's tent.
He screams and scurries back.
Unable to process what happened to Donnie.
He rushes to SweetKittyCat5,
awakening her with his hysteria.
"Baby get dressed we gotta go,
I have to wake up my brother and LilDragonFly.
We're getting the fuck outta here."
She does as she's told with no questions asked.
I_IS_ME barges in my tent ranting and raving like a mad man.
He tells us to get dressed as quickly as possible,
and that we're heading back to the creepy old cottage.
After we're all dressed we ask him just what the fuck was going on.
He just pointed to Donnie's tent without uttering a word.
We looked at one another with puzzled expressions on our faces.
I slowly walked toward Donnie's tent,
taking a quick peek inside.
Michelle maniacally laughs.
Her eyes still glowing green.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Written by Sex_on_the_Joe
(Joe-D)
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Apple Pie Part 8
Michelle stands before us dripping wet with blood.
We back away from her slowly unsure of what to do.
I knew something was strange ever since that Apple Pie.
I just couldn't explain it or make any sense of it all.
It had to have started with that Buck.
There's just no way I hadn't seen it.
Granted I was doing about seventy on a dark and narrow road,
but it was only because I knew it like the back of my hand.
I ventured on that road ever since I was a teen.
I would take my dad's car to the party,
even though he said I couldn't go.
I must've raped that road a hundred times over,
and never had I seen a Buck as big as the one we killed or any other.
Come to think of it there were never any animals by that road,
or even in that part of town with the exception of birds,
and little small rodents.
That part of town had always been abandoned,
ever since a major fire swallowed it whole.
The towns people never rebuilt the town,
because they said it was cursed.
I always thought that was fiction.
Who ever heard of an entire part of town being cursed anyway?
I never believed in that sort of shit.
There was never woods there either.
So how the fuck did we end up in the woods?
And how the fuck did that cottage just appear,
in a place that had never existed?
And most importantly,
who the fuck was that blind woman,
who we never knew her name?
And how the fuck was that dam Apple Pie,
still hot and fresh when she took that shit out,
three hours before we ate it?
Nothing made sense,
and now three of my friend's are dead.
And there's a crazed possessed bitch,
naked and covered in blood that was dripping;
from her huge Forty D sized tits standing right in front of us.
That was it.
That was my last straw.
I cleared my head of all this nonsensical bullshit and I took a stand.
"I_IS_ME,
I said in a commanding voice.
"Take our girls inside that cottage,
and don't come out for shit until I get there.
Take care of that blind bitch too!!!
Something tells me she isn't as young or blind,
as she portrays herself to be.
Go now.
You understand?
Leave this psychotic bitch to me.
She isn't Michelle any more."
He looks at me in fright and uncertainty,
but obeys my command.
My heart skips beats as I swallow my fear.
My body is high from adrenaline.
I see the bottle of vodka Marcus left in his tent,
along with the lantern he lit before.
I refocus my sights back on Michelle.
My brain was spinning wild,
conjuring up so many ideas.
The one that spoke the loudest was RUN.
But I couldn't do that.
I couldn't be a coward now.
Too many of my friends had died.
And for what?
For me?
For me to get to this stupid ass Halloween costume party?
Did this party matter that much,
that I would put my own friends lives in danger?
Was I that selfish?
It sure as hell feels that way when I have to face my demons.
I stared into her eyes.
Those eyes stared back at me.
Still glowing green.
Did she know who she was?
Did she know what she'd become?
Did she even care?
Those green eyes.
Those glowing green eyes.
So much pain.
So much guilt.
So much sadness.
So much death.
So much emptiness.
This is all I could see.
All I could feel.
All I could know.
I couldn't help but feel sorry,
for this entity that now stood before me.
Where is Michelle?
I mean the real Michelle.
What happened to her?
Is she trapped inside her own body fighting to claw free?
Or has this demon with these fucking glowing green eyes,
really taken over her body and damned her soul?
Was there a way to save her?
I shook my head in disbelief.
It didn't matter any more.
She had to be stopped.
Someone had to do it.
And that someone was me.
I had to kill my own sister.
Michelle lunged at me.
Pure hatred and evil in those eyes.
She moved so quickly.
Before I knew it she was on top of me.
Scratching and clawing the shit out of me.
She was so powerful.
So in control.
So demonic.
Blood was just running down my face.
A red river with no fish,
formed itself from my ribbon slashed face.
Blood spewed from my mouth and cried from my eyes.
She became a blurry vision as she continued to slash her footprints,
into my newly decorated pulp.
Agonizing pain constructed its foundation.
It drilled and drilled its jackhammers into my facial nerve endings.
Strips of my flesh whipped their master,
as they were imprisoned beneath her claws.
I lie there like a dying soldier,
witnessing the bright lights of heaven's doors opening.
I can hear the angels calling out to me.
I can hear the harps and the trumpets,
sounding out their welcoming mats.
I can see a figure gliding toward me,
getting closer and closer in the blinding light.
Mom!!!!
One last lash of her whipping claws across my face.
Then blackness....
TO BE CONTINUED....
Written by Sex_on_the_Joe
(Joe-D)
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Apple Pie Part 9
I see my mother in her white gown,
her wings stretched out as far as I can see.
Her hailo levitated above her head oh so careful,
as not to damage a single strand.
Her hair was as colorful as the first painted stroke of Autumn.
And her smile showered the heavens,
with little beautiful rainbows of love.
She gracefully floated to my side,
grasping my cold dead hands within her own.
She brushed her hand along my face ever so warm and gentle.
She lifted my head and wrapped me in her arms.
She dried the tears from my face and whispered in my ear.
"My darling sweet boy,
you do not belong here.
Now is not your time.
Your journey has not ended.
You are not dead but only unconscience.
Your friends need you to guide them back home.
You are their only hope of salvation,
their only ray of light.
You cannot save your sister,
but you can still save yourself.
You must awake now.
I will renew your strength.
Free your sister's soul from her damnation,
and face your most inner demon.
Yourself."
As soon as she spoke her final words,
I felt instantly rejuvenated.
My eyes slowly opened.
No longer impaired.
Michelle still on top of me.
Still working her claws.
She leaned her head back opening her jaws really wide.
This is it.
This is my chance.
She zeroed in on her kill shot,
lunging for my throat.
With my renewed strength and the courage for my friends,
I catch her across her face with a hook as hard as I could hit.
She flew off of me rolling backwards.
Giving me a chance to get back on my feet.
She screamed and snarled,
looking at me with even more hatred.
She back-handed me with a powerful blow.
So much force was behind it,
she sent me into Marcus' tent.
Again I got back on my feet,
remembering that bottle of vodka I seen earlier.
She was coming back for more.
Her eyes were still glowing green.
I quickly grabbed the vodka and unscrewed the top.
She tore off the entrance to the tent and stepped inside.
I splashed the vodka in her face aiming for those fucking green eyes.
She retreated like a wounded dog.
Wiping the vodka from her eyes.
I grabbed the lantern in the tent and threw it in her face.
She let out a most ear piercing shriek as she trollies about the tents.
Her face melted like hot wax.
Her hair now a bonfire.
She scratched and clawed at her face,
in a desperate attempt to put out the fire.
Her eyes now completely melted,
swam down her face like runny eggs.
Her nose blew flames of smoke,
a chimney to her brain.
Her scalp was hairless and badly burned.
Her lips slid off her face bearing canine teeth.
She continued to scratch and claw.
Her shrieks now a howl.
She suddenly stops moving and stops screaming,
and looks directly at me.
She lifts her arm and points a finger at me.
She flips me the bird just before her head explodes.
Her body immediately disintegrates.
"Damn,"
I said.
"What a horrible way to go."
I collect my thoughts and look up at the weird and creepy cottage.
"One down and one to go."
I say to myself out loud.
I walk up to the cottage and kick the fucking door down.
What the fuck!!!!
The cottage is completely changed.
I_IS_ME,
LilDragonFly,
and SweetKittyCat5 all float in front of me.
Their arms tied behind their backs,
and their mouths sewn closed.
"Come on in Sex_On_The_Joe.
We've been expecting you."
The blind woman says.
A wide and evil grin sets itself upon her face.
Those eyes glowing green.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Written by Sex_on_the_Joe
(Joe-D)
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Apple Pie Part 10
As soon as I walked inside that weird creepy old cottage,
the door that I just kicked down slammed shut behind me.
The interiors of the cottage suddenly burst into fire.
I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Followed by a giant crash.
I fell to the floor.
Huge spikes of razor sharp rocks penetrated the cottages roof.
The floors began to crack and divide,
flowing pools of volcanic lava.
It circled around me threatening to swallow me whole.
The razor sharp rocks elongated themselves,
forming a cage to keep me imprisoned.
Shadowy black hands grabbed at my cage,
as if they wanted to rip me apart.
But they could only go but so far.
The heat of the fire intensified quickly,
making me feel as if I were trapped inside an incinerator.
I began to sweat from head to toe.
The costume felt like it was melting.
Sufficating my body and constricting my breathing.
I tore it off with the last of my remaining strength.
There was something strange about this fire.
It produced no smoke and I could breathe through it.
It was also alive without burning down a single thing.
I looked around my cell to see where I was.
Was I still inside that weird creepy old cottage?
Or had I been transported some where else?
The cottage was bigger and seemed to have no end.
It burned with bright red flames mixed with orange hues.
It did not burn down or collapse like used old fire wood.
I looked around for I_IS_ME,
LilDragonFly and SweetKittyCat5.
They were no where in sight.
What I did see scared the shit out of me.
Michelle.
She appeared from out the fire.
Unharmed and untouched.
She looked as though she were never dead.
She wore what she had on before we left the University.
On her right appeared Donnie.
On her left was Marcus.
And next to him stood Veronica.
They were all alive.
They were in one piece.
I reached for them but they were too far.
With each attempt I made the further they drew.
Until I couldn't see anything but fire and brimstone.
That's when it hit me.
I was transported to Hell.
We must've crossed a hidden portal,
when we drove on that dark and narrow road.
Why haven't I seen this before?
As many times as I've taken that road,
I have never stumbled across this before.
Come to think of it it was always on Halloween.
Which meant this portal only opened,
when traveled on All Hallows Eve.
It was a one way road straight to Hell.
I felt a sudden shift in the ground a distance away.
The volcanic lava erected a figure.
That figure sat on a throne made of fire.
Hellfire Rottweilers lay at their masters feet.
Only skeletons and fire.
The figure on the throne stared directly at me.
Its eyes glowing green.
On the left side of the figure stood LilDragonFly.
On the right side of the figure stood SweetKittyCat5.
They both were naked with chained collars of fire about their necks.
Their breasts shined through the fiery flames,
as if they were untouched by its raging temper.
Their nipples stood hard and erect.
Perfectly round and perky.
Their arms were stretched wide above their heads,
displaying the top form of a Y.
Their wrists were chained in a fiery bracelet.
Their legs were stretched open wearing the same jewelry as their wrists.
Their bodies created the perfect form of an X.
They cried and moaned at the same time,
as they were tormented by both pain and pleasure.
I could hear the cracks of whips being slashed across their backs.
I could see the darkness behind them administer each whipping blow.
Between LilDragonFly's legs on hands and knees,
was Veronica lapping away at her pussy,
while Donnie fucked Veronica from behind.
Between SweetKittyCat5's legs on hands and knees,
was Michelle lapping away at her pussy,
while Marcus fucked Michelle from behind.
Those green eyes were still staring at me,
as it had something moving between its legs.
I_IS_ME was lapping away between its legs.
Licking and sucking the figures pussy as it moaned,
like a beast in its primal climactic stage.
There was nothing I could do.
Nowhere I could go.
Except watch the ongoing orgy as my dick became rock hard,
wishing I could partake in this unholy affair.
But then just like that,
just as I was finishing my fuckin' wish;
all eyes were on me staring at my dick.
Those motherfuckin glowing green eyes.
They disappeared just as fast as they appeared.
And the Hell I was trapped in transformed one last time.
It was now a bedroom with a bed that I laid in.
So many people surrounded me.
But I could only see the blind woman,
who was shape shifting her form.
I could hear someone calling out to me.
The blind woman's hair began to change.
It rapidly turned from a snowy white to a dark black.
Growing like wild weeds from her scalp.
Her white eyebrows also turned black.
Her wrinkles erased before my eyes,
tightening her skin to a more manly feature.
Her dead greyish eyes now turned brown,
with color around her irises.
Her lips and cheeks sprouted hair,
in a nice and cleaned lined up beard.
Her old and brittle body became muscular and manly,
hidden beneath a Michael Meyer's uniform.
Her soft and thunderous voice also became more manly.
"Dude,
Dude wake up can you hear me.
Joe.
Joe.
Joseph wake the fuck up."
I hear this voice say.
Transforming from the blind woman's mouth.
I slowly regain consciousness.
I open my eyes.
They're blurry as fuck.
"How many fingers am I holding up?"
The strange voice asks me in a concerned tone.
I wince from the light and look at his fingers.
"Two you ass wipe,"
I say to the stranger.
Trying to get my eyes to stay fixed on his face.
The blind woman is still transforming in my mind.
I steady my gaze on the stranger.
My focus comes back in sight.
I see my best friend leaning over me.
Bender (Jarlath).
Another DUP member.
I slowly sit up in the bed holding my head as it pounded,
like a stampede of wild animals trampling my cranium.
"What happened?
Where am I?
I ask Bender as I try to recall my memories.
"You're at my Haunted Halloween Costume Party.
You fuckin dumb ass."
Bender explains in a humorous tone.
"I told your dumb ass not to mix those mushrooms,
with weed and alcohol.
But did you listen to me?
Fuck no.
You're lucky you're alive.
I bet you were trippin hard right?
Did you have any nightmares as well?"
He asks with traces of excitement and curiosity in his voice.
"I had this most weird and bazar dream,
about you and all my friends.
Speaking of my friends where are they?"
I ask.
"Everyone is waiting downstairs for you to come join.
Clean yourself up and get your ass downstairs."
Bender says in a rushing manner.
He stands up from my bedside and puts on his Michael Myer's mask.
He walks to the door and looks at me before he leaves.
His eyes glowing green.
He shuts the door and heads downstairs.
He starts chuckling before he hits the landing.
"Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!"
I get to my feet and clean myself up.
Ready to head downstairs.
I reach for the doorknob when suddenly I pause.
My lungs inflate with a very familiar scent.
I look behind me and there it sits.
Hot.
Fresh.
Apple Pie.
"Noooooooooooooo!!!!"
THE END....
Written by Sex_on_the_Joe
(Joe-D)
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Sex_ on the_Joe
Congrats on making first place! Your story was incredible and I thoroughly enjoyed all the deatils and dup members... pat yourself on the back good man...
Grace
it was tough to call it this time.. in the end i decide Joes story held true a little bit more , to what i was looking for, but just a tiny bit more than yours ..Your story was excellent by all means. Well done Grace!
Amelia your story was right on target as well but as i told grace joes just edged out a little
Thank you for playing and hope to see you for my Christmas Story challenge , oh its gonna be GREAT!
All three of you will receive a ribbon based on where you placed, and with your names on it and the comp and all that... ill have the prizes in a few days... I will send the link you need to posy it in your profile like you put a pic ...
thanks for playing everyone to all you competed thank you!
ill be hosting a huge Christmas Story Challenge hope to see you all then..
love Zazzles
Congrats on making first place! Your story was incredible and I thoroughly enjoyed all the deatils and dup members... pat yourself on the back good man...
Grace
it was tough to call it this time.. in the end i decide Joes story held true a little bit more , to what i was looking for, but just a tiny bit more than yours ..Your story was excellent by all means. Well done Grace!
Amelia your story was right on target as well but as i told grace joes just edged out a little
Thank you for playing and hope to see you for my Christmas Story challenge , oh its gonna be GREAT!
All three of you will receive a ribbon based on where you placed, and with your names on it and the comp and all that... ill have the prizes in a few days... I will send the link you need to posy it in your profile like you put a pic ...
thanks for playing everyone to all you competed thank you!
ill be hosting a huge Christmas Story Challenge hope to see you all then..
love Zazzles
