• JustinTFirefly wrote about the word decorated 4 years ago

    I had her entire body decorated with the small little incisions that were made with the collection of toothpicks, knives and loose teeth that I kept in my small bag. Now, for the full effect, it was time to light her up!

  • JustinTFirefly wrote about the word miles 4 years ago

    Miles of blood. Miles. It just kept going. And the smell. God, the smell. There were innards. There were bones. It was hell. It was lovely.

  • I am as near to freaking out as I’ve ever been. It’s almost impossible to work with some of these people. I have a degree in design, so what do I REALLY know about design? Should I really be taking advice from someone who doesn’t even know the primary colors?

  • Going into the basement, I remembered that I had forgotten to take the take out of the oven that was supposed to be made for his birthday. My son, the 15 year old runaway. Never coming back. Now all I have to do is bury him and alert the authorities!

  • What…a…babe. The cute little maid my family hired this summer has the face of an angel. An ass carved of stone. A head that would look beautiful mounted above my bed.

  • All strung out. He was trashed. Such an easy target. Should I? I mean, when one cannot defend themselves, it’s considered almost sissy to bring such an end down on someone in such a state. Eh, to hell with it.

    Minutes later, I lowered the rock to his forehead.

  • Holding my notebook that I was supposed to be writing in every day this year. I wanted to fill every single portion of white space by the end of the year. Anything, a drawing, a sketch, a poem, some fiction, some notes, some nonsense, even…Instead, I’m not even half way there…Lame.

  • It was fantastic. The feeling I got when I slid the fine piece of red plastic down over my face, much like a visor. The sudden burst of blood that slammed up against it was invigorating. Such an incredible rush. She was gone. Forever.

  • The police noticed how carefully I wrapped the guitar string around the throat of the young girl. She swung back and forth in my basement, hung up by the low e. What they didn’t notice were the bridge pins that I had driven into the back of her skull…

  • Motherfucker I do not feel like writing. I have been given the gift of laziness today and I blame YouTube, iTunes and NBA Jam. Must work tomorrow…No good fiction today.

  • The vase fell to the floor. Crashing. My temples felt as though they were going to explode. All I could hear was my mother: “Oh, you’re never going to make it,” “Oh, get a job,” “Oh, put the gun away, son!”

  • Please do not invite me to join any groups. I’m not here to be social. Just read and write, people.

  • This wouldn’t have happened to you had you taken the proper training you were supposed to undergo before this mission. Jesus, man, you almost got yourself killed. I swear to you, the next time you go out with me to disembody someone, you had better be committed to the cause!

  • I looked through the lens and was horrified by what I saw. The woman that I had been watching for years now, in the building across from mine on the strip in New York, was being held down. Her panties were stuffed in her mouth and she was bleeding down her back…He beat me to [...]

  • Covered in bronze now, I watched my new coin fall between my fingers and land onto the ground next to the pile of dirt that had gathered around my feet. I had planned on flipping it into the open grave in my back yard to teach my old man that gambling wasn’t his real problem.

  • I knew I was out of my element when she asked me to talk dirty to her and all I could think about was the video game from the night before. Talk dirty? What did she want me to say? “Game Over, Bitch?” That’s pretty dirty…

  • On her hands and knees, she then fell over onto her shoulder. She would have cried out in pain, but the gag was too tight around her head. This would be the first of many, many times the whore would be attached to my leash.

  • I was less than pleased when I saw the job those worthless pukes performed on the two young girls. I mean, everyone knows that the fingernails come off before you pull the teeth out. It’s just standard procedure. If you want something done right, I guess you have to torture them yourself…

  • Our lease was up at least 2 weeks ago but they haven’t come back to the apartment ever since I held the landlady down and gave her a Brazilian wax with fly paper…

  • I had forgotten about the gasoline that I left in the back of my truck until I saw her driving off in it while I stood in the living room. I was in my underwear and it was in the dead of winter but I was not cold, as the house burned down around me.