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Hello once more. I've just got my telephone account hooked up in my new residence after three weeks of waiting, damned Ameritech can suck my cock, so forgive the postponement. Having just read all of the new work up on the board I can unequivocally say that these stories lack any dynamism. I understand that you can put whatever story you want up here; however I have been writing fictional stories for five years as well as cross checking manuscripts for other authors and I can put more zest in a narrative of my fecal matter than any of the stories past Rat-catchers humorous tale. Sorry I had to let off some steam. Well on to chapter four.
Chap 4
< A tall mysterious man steps out of the bistro into the hot afternoon sun draped in black Bedouin robes. The only part of his body visible is his long aquiline nose above the sheet of cloth covering his mouth. He treads across the street and steps onto the long unemployed parking lot receiving stares from the gladiators locked in their male chauvinistic group warfare.
< “What a dumb mother fucker!” cries out a young leather clad gang member as he trails his knife toward the Bedouin. The man draws a long modern looking Bedouin dagger from his robes as the rather large hooligan lunges toward him with his blade and an intimidating grimace. The man pulls his dagger in the direction of his left flank and standing still he strikes into the boy’s nose with its butt sending the bone into the youngster’s cranial cavity. The teenager is dead before he hits the ground.
< Two more constituents follow suit. The man pulls out a magnum with his left hand shooting the first kid between the eyes plummeting the boy backwards as the man slashes across the other boy’s neck severing the jugular. The boy with the cut jugular struggles flopping around the asphalt ground for a full ten seconds as the blood sprays from one of his main veins. The boys watch on with horror as the blood stills flows long after his death.
< The asphalt soaked in blood, all but one gang member runs off into the alleys. The skinnier older looking red haired boy infested with scars on his face from a severe case of pubescent acne stares at the tall Bedouin in awe. “Holy shiiit how the fuck’d’you do that?!”
< The Bedouin walks up to the seemingly unafraid twenty year old and whispers, “Who killed Monroe’s daughter? Answer me or I will kill you like your friends.”
< “Hey man I don’t know what you’re talking about” the shrilled voice of the young man rings in the Bedouins ears.
< The man grabs the boy by his testicles and pushes the magnum into his neck “I get the feeling you do.”
< “Shit! Hey man, fuck you!”
< “I thought you would choose better last words than that.” The man pushes the boy toward the ground and empties the last five bullets into his chest faster than the boy could react. The boy dies slowly in a pool of both his and his comrades’ blood.
Obladi Oblada
Chap 4
< A tall mysterious man steps out of the bistro into the hot afternoon sun draped in black Bedouin robes. The only part of his body visible is his long aquiline nose above the sheet of cloth covering his mouth. He treads across the street and steps onto the long unemployed parking lot receiving stares from the gladiators locked in their male chauvinistic group warfare.
< “What a dumb mother fucker!” cries out a young leather clad gang member as he trails his knife toward the Bedouin. The man draws a long modern looking Bedouin dagger from his robes as the rather large hooligan lunges toward him with his blade and an intimidating grimace. The man pulls his dagger in the direction of his left flank and standing still he strikes into the boy’s nose with its butt sending the bone into the youngster’s cranial cavity. The teenager is dead before he hits the ground.
< Two more constituents follow suit. The man pulls out a magnum with his left hand shooting the first kid between the eyes plummeting the boy backwards as the man slashes across the other boy’s neck severing the jugular. The boy with the cut jugular struggles flopping around the asphalt ground for a full ten seconds as the blood sprays from one of his main veins. The boys watch on with horror as the blood stills flows long after his death.
< The asphalt soaked in blood, all but one gang member runs off into the alleys. The skinnier older looking red haired boy infested with scars on his face from a severe case of pubescent acne stares at the tall Bedouin in awe. “Holy shiiit how the fuck’d’you do that?!”
< The Bedouin walks up to the seemingly unafraid twenty year old and whispers, “Who killed Monroe’s daughter? Answer me or I will kill you like your friends.”
< “Hey man I don’t know what you’re talking about” the shrilled voice of the young man rings in the Bedouins ears.
< The man grabs the boy by his testicles and pushes the magnum into his neck “I get the feeling you do.”
< “Shit! Hey man, fuck you!”
< “I thought you would choose better last words than that.” The man pushes the boy toward the ground and empties the last five bullets into his chest faster than the boy could react. The boy dies slowly in a pool of both his and his comrades’ blood.
Obladi Oblada