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Story Eleven – Monsters


For those of you acquainted with Mommy’s work, you’ll be right at home. For those of you who aren’t, don’t worry… You don’t absolutely need to be. And yes, I am still on this Mommy thing.

The pain spreads from his ear to his jaw and further down the nerves of his neck and shoulders. His fingers twitch. The small arms, covered in old dark scars, tug against the impossibly heavy restraints. He refuses to scream, forcing his mouth closed against reflex. His sharp canine teeth pierce his own tongue. The sensation is nothing to what they’re doing but it gives him some control. It lets him accept the degradation. It distracts his mind.

Jagged metal stops halfway through the cartilage. The boy tries to move his head but a solid vice restricts him. He presses against the barrier, straining the connections. It’s not enough. He’s weak. They haven’t allowed him food. Muscles in his neck grow to definition. He can hear the metal groaning. The massive forces put against it might have freed him had a jolt of new sensation not been sent through his bare chest. Two needles pierce him, jolts of radiated energy communicate with his cells. They are told they are dying. In unison, the tiny organisms release a burst of chemicals and electrical signals. The boy’s brain interprets them and he is finally forced to make a sound. A low roar speaks of the agony. The loose parts of his body, the right arm and leg that aren’t losing circulation from the restraints, seize Read the rest of this entry

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Speechless – chapter 2, scene 2 and 3


Aaron is being an ass and instituting a new rule. From now on, you won’t get full chapters of this story. This is the last time you’ll see anything of this length from Speechless… Even the excerpts will be shorter… They will be comprised of three letters taken from the fortieth word of every chapter. Those three letters may or may not be continuous. Have fun.

Ted left Brandon at the driveway. His hands were absolute in their orders.

{Stay here.}

Brandon was curious, enough for his own tools of communication to rise. He had started to sign something but stopped. A compromise was found in a confused nod.

Ted couldn’t stop thinking about the worst possible scenarios while he walked up the gravel driveway.

Who is he?

Where did you meet him?

What kind of loser is he that he wants to be friends with a mute?

His mother wasn’t the kind of person to pull punches, even on her own son. If she saw Brandon, she’d ask questions. If she asked questions, he’d answer her. He’d have to tell her the truth.

Mom, Brandon’s gay. He wants my virginity, but I’m just toying with him to learn more sign language.

He could imagine the heart attack as if it was happening right before him. Read the rest of this entry

Speechless – Chapter 2, Part 1


Aaron’s habit of posting before editing is going to kill him. No… wait… that’s me. 😉

Brandon laughed. Ted didn’t.

{It’s not funny.}

Walking and signing wasn’t easy. Ted wasn’t the most balanced and coordinated guy anyway. His shoe had caught on a raised, poorly laid sidewalk block.

Brandon finally let him go after catching him. He seemed a little to eager to grab him.

“Sure it is. It was actually kind of adorable. Like stuttering, but with your whole body.”

{Yeah yeah, shutup. Where did you live before you moved here?}

“We moved here from Vermont. Before that it was New York, that’s where I was born.” Read the rest of this entry

The Sound Barrier – a writing warmup that took on a life of its own.


 I’m actually kind of excited about this story now… I can imagine Jesse Eisenberg playing Ted… xD

There was something intrinsically strange about this girl with the wildfire hair and the chalybeous eyes. It was a uniqueness that went beyond her choice of attire, a spaghetti strap two piece with the bottoms barely covered by a sheer wrap.

Ted could only assume it was the way she walked. She moved as if she didn’t have anywhere to be. Every step contradicted itself as some apathetic mode of transportation. It wasn’t a pretentious movement. It was aloof rather than snooty or lazy, a stark contrast to the controlled, forceful gait of most teenage girls with bodies like hers. He was sure the oddities wouldn’t stop there. He was convinced she’d have the husky voice of a jazz singer and the history of a nun. Truth was, he’d never seen her before. He didn’t know a thing about her.

And if you don’t get your ass moving, Ted, you’re probably not going to get the chance.

But how?

He asked himself in his movie star voice, the tone of all his inner monologues.

Would she be able to understand?

Write something down, nitwit! Read the rest of this entry