tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post7381108799952093292..comments2023-10-31T06:23:26.747-07:00Comments on TJ and Rita's World: Never-Ending Story ContestRita Webbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15705211010768041660noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-33482885444084341942010-03-18T02:44:34.392-07:002010-03-18T02:44:34.392-07:00"Reeves was the one man who could have gotten..."Reeves was the one man who could have gotten you out of here," the voice continued.<br />"What the hell, this place don't seem too bad to me. Leastways, plenty of crows to eat."<br />Now <i>that's</i> what I shouldn't have said. You ever see kamikaze crows? Let me tell you if the Pacific war could have been won on bird-shit we'd be cleaning our teeth with Sushi, eating noodles in Macdonalds, hell we'd be doing a lot of things different.<br />I tried to tell the crows that but they seemed more concerned with keeping me topped up with crap - like some kind of goddamned crow hors d'oevre, hoping I'd fill up before the main course.<br />I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction.Mike Keytonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15116528233058221536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-74031944415236681472010-03-17T16:14:02.042-07:002010-03-17T16:14:02.042-07:00"Come now darling, you're going to mess u..."Come now darling, you're going to mess up that pretty face hitting yourself like that."<br /><br />I looked up, his pumpkin mouth curled into a creepy grin. Blinking I tried to will the image away. Not only was he a pumpkin, but he was a messed up pumpkin. He wasn't even the right color.<br /><br />The gun...in my hand. Feeling it in my palm, I closed my fingers around it and smiled up at Reeves. <br /><br />"I didn't know you cared." I said and raised the gun. <br /><br />I fired, pumpkin guts sprayed over my face. God that stuff was disgusting. Reeves crumpled into a heap next to me. His body rippling into a slimey mess. <br /><br />"Oh no, you shouldn't have done that." <br /><br />I turned toward the voice, pushing myself off the ground. For crying out loud, what else could go wrong?Renee Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14142341397085289166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-9637181745660682912010-03-17T16:06:56.128-07:002010-03-17T16:06:56.128-07:00And seeds, dripping everywhere. His laugh reminded...And seeds, dripping everywhere. His laugh reminded me of an old movie I watched as a child. As a child.<br /><br />I grew up...I wasn't a child anymore and these silly imagination worlds that I went to had to stop.<br /><br />I tried to do my fool-proff move that would knock me out of whatever world I had ventured to, punching myself in the temple, and fell down. <br /><br />When I looked up, I was still there. This was real, one of my imagination worlds hade come true and for some reason I could still hear Reeves.Yammy McYammershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14165604802472620156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-42783087093999609572010-03-17T13:55:30.070-07:002010-03-17T13:55:30.070-07:00A red and grey pumpkin? Jeesh, I had to stop licki...A red and grey pumpkin? Jeesh, I had to stop licking postage stamps. There's a reason they're all batshit crazy you know. <br /><br />Acid trip or not, I still had to deal with the situation. What I had now was a ballless...balless...ball-less? Ahem, a castrated pumpkin head that was headed straight at me. Fast. Amazing with all that blood...Renee Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14142341397085289166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-82074196478126328422010-03-17T13:51:25.006-07:002010-03-17T13:51:25.006-07:00'Not this girl?' Jeez, I guess I was going...'Not this girl?' Jeez, I guess I was going to have to get used to having this dame in my head for a time. Least I could do was give her a reality check. If you're going to point a gun at anyone's head, first rule is make sure it's not your own, and if if you're going to point it at anyone else - especially a dumb-onion pervert like Reeves - you're going to be aiming it at his godamned balls. The head can come later, when he's registered what you've just done.<br />The shot was perfunctory. The screaming was not. Then the screaming stopped as a head turned into a red and grey pumpkin.Mike Keytonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15116528233058221536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-35993279092738543602010-03-17T12:50:02.421-07:002010-03-17T12:50:02.421-07:00What? Where am I? Oh, shit, I'm sorry. My brai...What? Where am I? Oh, shit, I'm sorry. My brain wandered away for a moment. That was a different story, a different time...sometimes they blend together. But when you live a life like mine the crazy moments are bound to happen. <br /><br />Where were we? Right, I turned the gun to my head and then I saw him. Reeves, the dirty sexy bastard, sauntering across the field, his shape outlined by the setting sun. So, he thought he could just screw with me and walk away. Not this girl...Renee Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14142341397085289166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-45520321954944453552010-03-17T12:45:30.104-07:002010-03-17T12:45:30.104-07:00The silver manacles encasing my ankles snapped me ...The silver manacles encasing my ankles snapped me back, enraging me. the leather masked gimp beside me cackled, enjoying my distress as I realized that I was again in an intolerable situationguiltypleasurehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06630036144766406309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-48577536628386862012010-03-13T17:01:49.783-08:002010-03-13T17:01:49.783-08:00Wait...I needed a reality check. I pinched myself,...Wait...I needed a reality check. I pinched myself, and yes, it hurt. What the hell was I talking about? Crows, winter-black (is that new?), and ruby slippers? <br />Yeah, I hefted that gun with the wonky name and I aimed it, at myself. I was jumping off this crazy train. Only one thing would make sure I stayed off.Renee Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14142341397085289166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-84331243738433094922010-03-08T01:32:05.831-08:002010-03-08T01:32:05.831-08:00Heh, heh, heh; I was back and everything changed.....Heh, heh, heh; I was back and everything changed...for the better. The walls disappeared revealing a winter-black forest, and crows, lots of them, circling lazily, some drifting eastwards as though giving directions. <br /><br />A hint was all I needed. I hefted the Wesson Smith .44 kissed it's cold metal barrel and whispered 'Okay baby, your time has come.' I was after that little pervert Reeves and I wasn't going to need the goddamned help of Kansas Dolly and her goddamned ruby slippers!Mike Keytonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15116528233058221536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-43632273917827389232010-03-07T14:09:05.423-08:002010-03-07T14:09:05.423-08:00Things did get worse.
I was in a hallway with not...Things did get worse.<br /><br />I was in a hallway with nothing but my self. It was cold, I had had an incredible, if not insane, adventure, and I was all alone. <br /><br />I turned around in a circle three times chanting that rhyme that the girl with the ruby slippers chanted when she was hopeless.<br /><br />Nothing happened.<br />Until...Yammy McYammershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14165604802472620156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-7153502579874028742010-03-06T12:40:50.162-08:002010-03-06T12:40:50.162-08:00I deleted it. Thanks, ya'll.I deleted it. Thanks, ya'll.Rita Webbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15705211010768041660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-73310445290130513392010-03-06T05:23:42.857-08:002010-03-06T05:23:42.857-08:00I've seen the same user on a couple other blog...I've seen the same user on a couple other blogs. I'd delete Rita. It's a story thread where the comments have to be decipherable. Just stupid in my opinion. Actually, I think they've commented on one of your other posts.Renee Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14142341397085289166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-73327020279184990792010-03-06T04:58:02.324-08:002010-03-06T04:58:02.324-08:00I think the last comment could be malicious. This ...I think the last comment could be malicious. This person has commented once or twice on my blog and I delete it unclicked on. Part of me feels rude about this, but anything indecipherable immediately makes me suspicious. In anycase it's equally rude someone making an indecipherable comment. Has anyone else had this guy making comments?Mike Keytonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15116528233058221536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-51395161293370783462010-03-03T09:16:38.449-08:002010-03-03T09:16:38.449-08:00Reeves turned right and so did I, right into a wal...Reeves turned right and so did I, right into a wall. What the-?"<br /><br />Okay, either I was dreaming or this adventure just went from weird to completely unbelievable. <br /><br />Running my hands over the wall, I hit a switch and the room flooded with light. I blinked and looked around.<br /><br />Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle, (and if things continued the way they were, that was a possibility.)just when I thought things couldn't get worse.Renee Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14142341397085289166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-48340535614253264932010-03-03T09:10:05.610-08:002010-03-03T09:10:05.610-08:00Grrr. I was biding my time. Pretty goddamned soon ...Grrr. I was biding my time. Pretty goddamned soon there was going to be a goddamned bloodbath and I'd be the one holding the knife and the sponge.Mike Keytonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15116528233058221536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-73624260143841129292010-03-02T22:48:52.623-08:002010-03-02T22:48:52.623-08:00I sniffed loudly, remembering many fun nights with...I sniffed loudly, remembering many fun nights with Reeves. I smiled.<br />He laughed.<br />"I see you remember our time together." <br />Oh how his accent always get to me.<br /><br />This was the total loss of control that I had thought I had lost a long time ago. Well, here it is. I've totally lost it all.<br /><br />"I've missed you." He turned around and stopped me, facing him, I could feel his heat radiating towards me. My breathing raced along with my heartbeat. Who would win that race?<br /><br />He laughed again. He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead then turned around and kept walking. I couldn't help myself. I followed.Yammy McYammershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14165604802472620156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-20867281132902995522010-03-02T16:35:53.237-08:002010-03-02T16:35:53.237-08:00Silly question, I was in love with him because of ...Silly question, I was in love with him because of all he'd done to me. In fact, I practically begged him to do more. So I followed.<br /><br />Down a darkened hallway that smelled faintly of Mr. Clean and Jimmy Dean Sausage. Why did that combination always put a hop in my step?Renee Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14142341397085289166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-52359761876975371492010-03-01T22:42:21.482-08:002010-03-01T22:42:21.482-08:00Reeves just cackled like the evil witch that he wa...Reeves just cackled like the evil witch that he was.<br />"You still don't get it, do you?"<br />He sauntered off into the next room and waved his hand for me to follow.<br />Why was I still in love with him after all he did to me?Yammy McYammershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14165604802472620156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-21593746856614812882010-03-01T09:30:44.899-08:002010-03-01T09:30:44.899-08:00Nice rat. The ropes around my wrists loosened. Any...Nice rat. The ropes around my wrists loosened. Any minute now, they would slip right off. The room was empty, and I could sneak right out. Nobody would notice.<br /><br />Finally the ropes fell to the floor.<br /><br />The door swung open with a loud bang. Framed in the doorway stood my one-time friend and now most hated enemy Reeves. The last time I won the lottery, I had hired him to be my butler. I thought it was cool to have a butler named Reeves until he robbed me every cent, every article of clothing, every bath towel, and every pot and pan in my house.<br /><br />"So you're behind this!" I gasped.Rita Webbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15705211010768041660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-15878287094193220612010-03-01T07:31:54.173-08:002010-03-01T07:31:54.173-08:00Why the sudden feeling of utter love and devotion ...Why the sudden feeling of utter love and devotion to that man? Powerful yet fleeting emotions, gone so fast one would doubt it was ever there. <br /><br />True, his eyes were familiar, but since when did I have feelings like that for a man named Fluffy? Or any man for that matter? <br /><br />I smelled a rat, and it wasn't the one chewing on the rope that tied my hands.<br /><br />Wait...a rat chewed the rope that tied my hands. Perhaps my odds of escape just went up a notch.Reneehttp://www.reneeamiller.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-21575402752632349232010-02-28T04:22:38.794-08:002010-02-28T04:22:38.794-08:00Too late. Fluffy had got there before us - only I ...Too late. Fluffy had got there before us - only I didn't know where, and something in Fluffy's demeanor told me I never find out. <br />"Mr Cross...or shall I call you Isabella?<br />Goddamnit, Fluffy's voice had the oiled precision of a Smith and Wesson .44, its tone casting a spell of devastating yet subtle potency, each sentence spun with a wily spider’s art, every silken syllable a snare to the unwary, a web of lies and ugliness made to appear as the very essence of beauty and truth.<br /> I felt a sudden upsurge of a strange, unnatural emotion that I didn’t quite recognise or trust. Although quite alien, it jarred my memory, revealing a glimpse of another world. A world fifteen years younger. Fifteen years wiser. A world viewed by eyes not knowing yet greyness and waste. <br />And I remembered. <br />It was love. <br /> I loved Fluffy. I loved his mind and I loved his poetry. I glanced out of the window that hadn't been there before. Two stately ceders were paddling in a pool of incipient sunlight whilst I bathed in the rich and satisfying warmth of this new experience. Love.<br /> If some goon hadn't just bound and gagged me to a chair screwed to the floor, I’d have rushed, sobbing with gratitude, into his arms, a prodigal son. But he’d tied me up, the lousy punk. So now I was trussed up like a turkey and with as much hope of survival. I’d get even with that smooth talking snake. I hated the bastard. I hated every last fibre in his evil twisted body. Most of all I hated his strangely familiar eyes.Mike Keytonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15116528233058221536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-65325165669080876112010-02-27T18:34:41.894-08:002010-02-27T18:34:41.894-08:00(Seems like the traffic slowed down. I'd like ...(Seems like the traffic slowed down. I'd like to add.)<br /><br />I jumped in head first which was an awful idea.<br />We plummeted down through a black tube, the elf was laughing hysterically as I was trying not to scream at the top of my lungs.<br />We landed on a stack of mattresses.<br />The smell from the dust as we hit was enough to gag me, the smell of an unwashed ass.<br /><br />"Where are we going? I need some real answers if I'm going to keep going along with this." I shouted through my gags, holding my nose.<br /><br />"We're almost there. Hurry. You don't want to wake up Fluffy." <br />He pointed in the direction of the pitch blackness to our right. I heard a faint scratching and decided it was time to move it away from this particular spot. I didn't want to find out what Fluffy was.<br /><br />On top of everything, the ass smell had stuck to my clothes. I groaned and ran after the elf.Yammy McYammershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14165604802472620156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-16074454383802742772010-02-27T18:33:14.607-08:002010-02-27T18:33:14.607-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Yammy McYammershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14165604802472620156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-59019698633910587482010-02-24T14:29:22.491-08:002010-02-24T14:29:22.491-08:00He snickered at me.
"Ya know, you two make a ...He snickered at me.<br />"Ya know, you two make a cute couple." Then he burst into laughter.<br />"SSShhhhh!!!! You'll wake him. Who are you and how do I get out of here?"<br />"Well, that would depend on where here is exactly, my dear." <br />I just stood there with a dumb look on my face.<br />He sighed.<br />"Follow me." Just like that he hopped down from the windowsill and grabbed my hand and yanked me to the closet door.<br />"Through there, we will find your answers." <br />So, I followed him.Yammy McYammershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14165604802472620156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7109148405669867264.post-29030440296188904192010-02-21T19:44:09.163-08:002010-02-21T19:44:09.163-08:00(I'd like to nominate the previous post as dam...(I'd like to nominate the previous post as damn funny, if that win's anything.)<br /><br />I eased out of the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping bum. He snorted, licked the jar of peanut butter and slipped back into his not so peaceful slumber.<br /><br />I had hit rock bottom. I mean, how much lower could a guy/girl sink? <br /><br />That's when I noticed the elf sitting next to the window. The look in his beady little eyes told me stories I didn't want to know. <br /><br />This story had completely gone of the rails, and I wasn't sure what I'd do about it.Reneenoreply@blogger.com