So, You're Gonna Fuckin Die: A Self-Help Manual Andrew J. Kolesar, N.A.M.D. Copyright © - 12-17-2001 After hearing that my ex-wife was dying of cancer (which was a lie of course) I was encouraged to write a self-help manual. * * * * * Do you smell that putrid stench of something rotting? Does it seem like you're the only one who can smell it? Does it f...
It was Wednesday June 10th, 1981 at 8:19 pm when a 6 pound 9 pounce baby boy was born. This baby boy was born with a birth defect called spinal bifida. This would be the first of many hardships the baby would face. When he was born the doctors were quickly giving up on him. Telling his parents that there wasn't much hope for the baby to survive. Although if...
And what are you gonna do about it bitch?" the heavily muscular man with no shirt and the crew's captain asks as he withdraws his two sheathed swords. "This," Celaeno Alcyone says slamming her sword into the deck and pulling out a pistol. She points it at the man's head that she has on his knees and before he has a chance to object Celaeno pulls the trigger...
Agony surrounded my mind, my body, the very essence of me. I was in Adam's head. So connected to him, that I could feel his every ache from my father's torture and I screamed deep inside the recesses of his mind. I could feel the torture as if it were happening to my own human body. It made the pain intense and unbearable. I tried to speak but that which mad...
Chapter 17 "Oh My God! JACK!" I felt dizzy. The man that was my husband that I thought was dead for nearly fifteen years is standing at my door in front of me. I said, "I can't believe it. They told me you were killed in a helicopter crash." Jack said, "I'm sorry, Nancy to spring myself on you like this but the reports of my untimely demise were greatly...
~~Jack~~ Thank god. Thank. Fucking. God. He breathed in the smell of her, and chuckled between his sobs. She was undead, like him, but he could still smell a bit of her, the old her, the living her, the person he grew up with, the person who raised him. Memories crashed into him, him sitting on the couch with her watching movies, waiting at the table while...
(For Talenwolf; the editor who shows that anger builds as well as destroys and has been an insane level of support with this story - and a few others) (Note: the start of this story is gory, involving a tale of torture and genocide. It is not too graphic but it is rough) (There is a great deal of violence in this tale but I promise it will make sense befor...
The crew of the Eclipse gave their captain a wide berth. For Rayne was a man driven, he was exhausted, haggard and beside himself with worry. Maria wasn't in much better shape, as she too was out of her mind with worry. She prayed for a vision that would lead Rayne in the right direction, bringing them to Gabriella's side, but no visions came. She paced th...
Approaching the island of the dead, Demetrius really wished he could wear clothes again as he shivered in the cold wind which matched the chill running down his spine from the sight before him. The Island was completely devoid of life, thick with dead trees and bone white cliffs surrounding the shore. He had to circle the island three times before he could f...
The year was 2055. W.A.R.S. was established for one reason and one reason only. To reduce overcrowding in the world’s prisons; rid society of its dredges. World Aggression Reduction System. Their pretense was to fight aggression wherever it appeared in the world. It appeared in the prison system so that’s where they started. Fifty to one hundred prisoners we...