No Update

Posted in Administrative, Fiction, Sci-Fi, Uncategorized on September 3, 2009 by GuNNhead

Hello, Dear Readers,

I must apologize; there will be no update tonight. I had the craziest day. Like, so crazy, all y’all would just not believe.

First off, I had to head downtown when I was only expecting to chillax and do some laundry tonight. Then, when I was about to head out to meet a friend, I got a text from another friend to meet up with her (which never ended up happening). So, I headed to the first friend’s house that’s downtown, and, wouldn’t’cha know it, Godzilla attacked. That crazy mother-fucker. The last time we met I was all like “don’t you even be doin’ like you was doing, fuckin’ all that shit up again,” but that dumb bitch got terrible memories all up ins this piece.

He was fuckin’ shootin’ his atomic breath, a powerful heat ray of thermonuclear energy, all over buildings and the like. Well, being the heroic gent that I am, I just gots to step in and be all “ain’t you listen to what I say you last time? I ain’t want no more of this stupid silly shit up in my crib.” Y’know what ol’ Godzilla’s response to that be? Yeah, : “Roooaaarrr!” Mhmm, you guessed it. That just ain’t civil. But, I guess the more that you’re thinking, the less that you know.

In case you are wondering, I cannot turn GIANT, like in the films, so I simply had to surge suit it up, and SUCKERPUNCH Godzilla in the face with my foot! Well, I can tell you that he for sure felt that! So he was all roarin’ some more, yeah, like I give two shits about that, my town was at stake. So, I freakin’ blasted his ass with super lasers! He for sure felt that, not like some, some weak ass tank crap or something, and he grabbed me out of the air, and hit me with that patented atomic fire breath of his! And let me tell you, readers, that hurted! It also, yes, also, burnt up my book with the actually good story in it that I cannot remember, as he also punched me in my head, which made me forget it too! I was a very unhappy camper, and so I summoned all up my energy, and went to the ground, and grabbed him by his tail, and started spinning him around! I spun him so fast and powerfully, and then shotted him right off of the island!

He for sure now knows not to mess with this place again, I hope! I say hope, not because it was particularly hard to get rid of him and his party poopin’ ways, but because I truly enjoy writing for yous guys, and just to burn my book like that really burns my buns! Y’know, that’s like, totally total disrespect! I don’t stand for crap like that, even if he just wanted to chill, there’s better ways to go about it. I’m sure he gots facebook or whatever… Man, just thinkin’ about it,,,, Ah well! I’m sure tomorrow’s story will be good!

Thanks for understanding!

-jake [GuNNhead]

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The Key: Episode 2

Posted in Fantasy, Fiction, The Key on September 2, 2009 by GuNNhead

“Oh my, who are you?”
“I… my name is… uh, Quarter.”
“What an interesting name, mine is Trisitone, from the land of Valencian winds.”
“Hey, that’s great, I really have to get going, though.”
“Where do you come from?” She stares at him intently.
“Uh, nowhere, look, it’s been great meeting you, but I have somewhere I need to be, bye.”
“Oh, it’s been a pleasure meeting you as well, Quarter!”

He takes the stairs downwards past the stone table, heading back towards the castle, when he notices that she following him. He turns around.
“Hello!”
“Hey, Trisitone, where I’m going, I have to go alone.”
“Tris.”
“What?”
“Tris, call me Tris, all my friends do.”
“Hmm, you should really get back to what you were doing.”
“Oh, I really wasn’t doing much of anything.”
“Fine, whatever, where I’m going is a secret, can you keep a secret?”
“Ooh, I simply adore secrets! I have many I’ve never told to a soul!”
“Good, because this is that kind of secret, let’s go.”
“How exciting!”

He travels through the garden with her silent gentle footsteps in tow; through the large hedge maze, in between hidden sections and undergrown overgrowths. Finally, they make it to a vine covered wall on the eastern side of the castle. He begins to feel around, and simultaneously, he pulls upon a vine, and pushes against a brick. The secret passage slowly swings open towards the inside. He pulls her inside in front of him, and closes the door behind. They travel up a large winding staircase, lit only by iridescent mushrooms growing sporadically upon the walls and ceiling. Ignoring many other passages, an unrevealed one is at last chosen by Quarter, and they enter a mid-size room, a forgotten hidden section in the east wing. The floors are marble, and shine with a mirror quality polish. Turning to the left, they enter what appears as a dead end hallway. As Quarter presses himself up against the far wall, it slowly begins to glow, and the familiar red color appears, along with the white V ending in two white lines, then slides open.

Inside the marble floors begin anew, with the familiar stone walls adorned with painting and cloth. Directly to the front there is a pedestal with an extravagant fountain. Connected to this large structure is a small set of stairs, leading up to a large circular bed that is as wide as the room covered in red silk sheets, and hooded by veils.

“Ooo, how lovely! Is this your accomidates?”
“Yeah, I guess, but I need you to wait here, make yourself comfortable, there’s something that I must do.”

As she heads to the bed, he heads to the fountain. There is a scale on the top of the three tier fountain, with one of the scales disconnected, resting on the middle tier. First, he reconnects the disconnected right scale to the beam, balancing the scales. Then, he reaches into the water at the bottom, and as he holds his hand there, it begins to glow, and he pulls out the coin, a thin stone. He holds the coin in his hand, and rubs it, soon it turns a bright green, and four holes appear in it. It is ready, and he places it in the cavity in the flat wall of the front of the fountain behind the pool of water.

Suddenly he’s transported to a much muted reality, and, in great pain, he spits blood as it pours from his mouth.
“Fuck, this isn’t normal.”

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Gore, L’Amour

Posted in Fiction, Horror with tags , , , on September 1, 2009 by GuNNhead

The knife cuts a deep semi-circle incision into the pelvis, from hipbone to hipbone. The knife re-centers on the bloody line, cutting upwards along the gentle navel, cleaving the soft, nubile flesh with ease, finally stopping at the base of the sternum. The one in control of the knife licks their lips in anticipation. Another semi-circle is cut along the bottom of the ribcage. Slowly and gingerly, the flaps of skin are lifted, pulled back, and pinned down.

This exquisite moment must be savored; the surgeon pauses, and takes in the aroma and visual splendor of an open abdomen. The moment over, gloved hands are thrust deep into the innards. The hands caress the kidneys, nuzzle the liver, pet the pancreas, snuggle the spleen, and stroke the stomach; lost in a visceral sea of velvet satisfaction. Up past the elbows, there begins an overflow, a spillover from the submersion. Blood and viscous fluid pour out onto the operating table and floor, the sound of splatter awakens, interrupting ecstasy.

The mind refocuses, taking in all once more. The hands take hold of the intestines, lifting them up out of the cavity, over their head, and onto their connecting shoulders, wearing them as a fine shawl. Feeling quite elegant, there’s a large smile, laughter, and tears of joy. Dreams are finally coming true.

The knife takes action again, disconnecting the apparel from their original proprietor. Knots are tied upon the ends, sealing them. Time is now of the essence, and one must act quickly and keep their poise. A shower is taken. New garments are put on; everything is readied, prepared, and pampered. A pronouncedly distinguishable vehicle appears outside.
“Curses, it’s too soon, I still have readying to do!”
Soon, a knock at the door. Then, another.
“I’m afraid I’m busy, you’ll simply have to wait!”
“Only a few moments, this is very important,” the large man says through the door.
Grabbing a few final things, and, of course, the gorgeous shawl, the figure heads out the door to the awaiting car, escorted, of course.

Arriving at the destination fashionably late, the man opens the door. Long, smooth, enticing legs come out one by one. An elegant pair of diamond-accented heels adorns the feet. Walking up the marble steps is no botheration as the mind only thinks of the entrance it is about to make. The hands stroke the intestines, as the skin can simply feel the silken beauty of this resplendent and magnificent perfectly matching dress. The large doors open seemingly of their own accord. As she walks into the giant ballroom, she notices it: the sickening, horrifying vision that nightmares are made of: curse her bones, that darn Margaret-Anne Merriweather wore the very same outfit!

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Heavy Core

Posted in Fiction, Horror, Sci-Fi on August 31, 2009 by GuNNhead

Data Journal Entry #56
The power drill has been working non-stop for months now; I’m really impressed and proud of its progress. This sort of good fortune is necessary, for we have to get to the core, the heart of the matter, or all will be lost.

Recently, the workers have been complaining of feeling tired, heavy, weary, but I can pay them no mind, there is no time. They have been working as long as this gigantic machine, and fatigue was bound to set in eventually, I know that. However, they also know what is at stake, and should keep their concerns for themselves, as there is nothing I can do, if they get a break, the entire world may die. I’m doing all I can.

Data Journal Entry #57
I wish this entry could be good news like all the others, but unfortunately I must submit that progress has slowed since the last entry into the timetables. Men have been dropping from exhaustion, sleeping 14 hours, and overeating, I don’t know what to do. The new men we bring in to replace those that simply cannot work do great for a few days, and then they too become slow, lazy. Do they not understand the importance of this endeavour? The power drill itself is feeling the effects of these workers, becoming slower by the day, malfunctioning. This project was a headache before it started, and it’s slowly getting worse. I fear for the fate of mankind.

Data Journal Entry #58
Something is terribly amiss. I am feeling the same effects as the workers now, very heavy. The scientists and physicians have been discussing the very dirt itself as the cause of these problems. I am quick to dismiss, but do feel slightly better after a good cleansing. However, I am almost never near to actual digging itself, same as most of the science crew, yet, they feel these effects as well. I would say it was the lack of sunlight, but we have artificial generators, and are on a carefully regimented dose of vitamins. I’ve also heard whispers among the workers that we should stop digging, and seal this entire place up, leaving it be. It as if they have forgotten that the survival of all of us rest in our hands.

Data Journal Entry #59
I’m beginning to think that maybe we should give up; we may never make it; should we really waste our precious last moments deep in the earth, digging like fools? The weight of this entire operation is wearing on me. I always feel dirty, covered in dust from the machines and their incessant digging. I curse them in my sleep. I would have abandoned this hell hole forever ago given the power, but I cannot, my bosses, surface dwellers, they command me, and so I cannot obey my inner thoughts. I feel most everyone feels the same as I, but their thoughts, as mine, come from too deep within their own cores to be the thoughts one speaks.

Data Journal Entry #60
Today was my final day at work, I met many good others here, working on this project. We declared final, we made it. The hole is dug, and we can rise up out of this place. We shall take over the surface, as mankind was unfit, and sought answers at our home, at the core. We tried to slow them, sending our granules to weigh them down, impair their machinations, but it was no use, they succeeded in what they were trying to accomplish, but cared not for our survival. We have infiltrated their minds and bodies as powder, influencing their thoughts. Soon we will arise in our true forms, beings of stone and magma; we shall arise as the Lavernium! The age of the Volcano beings begins anew.

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Beware of Them

Posted in Fiction, Horror on August 28, 2009 by GuNNhead

“What are you doing here in my lab?” a voice asks from the darkness.
“… Dr. Brush?”
The man steps further into the light, he’s surprisingly well kempt, in a white lab coat and glasses.
“Who are you and what are you doing in my lab? I’m performing very important work here and won’t be disturbed.”
“Uh, well, we’re scientists ourselves, and there’s been a recent development, a problem with the human genome, millions have already died. We’ve come here to find out more about your research, as we believe it holds the key to mankind’s future. We thought you were dead.”
“Ha! So, it’s finally happening, and the world has come crawling back to me, its most brilliant mind! You see, I’ve foreseen of this problem coming for years now, it is the reason I came to this land in the first place, away from all the naysayers, so that I could work in peace and privacy.”
The man walks across the room.

“However, it is far too late for your precious mankind, that storm all those years ago was a blessing in disguise. It gave me the opportunity, no, countless opportunities to conduct my experiments. An entire village of injured, willing test subjects at a crucial time in my research.”
“You don’t mean to say that you…?”
“You experimented on all of the village people, but how? Why? There could have been nothing wrong with them back then!”
“What was wrong with them is that they were human! I made them much better! Their DNA helix has been re-written, they are better than humans in every way!” He takes a deep breath, recomposing himself. It has been a while since he has interacted with people. He opens a passage to a small hallway.
“Come with me, I’ll show Them to you; I’m sure that you’ll see that I have helped them more than a simple quick fix ever could, I have improved on humanity’s faulty evolution, replacing it by a design of mine own. Now come, they’re in the courtyard. You can even keep the documents of mine you’ve already pilfered, if they may help your cause.”
The group head down the corridor and out into the large well kept garden area.

Immediately, a congregation of hulking beasts notice the two intruders, and fly into a blind fury, ignoring the pleas of their master. Thom and Dee immediately take off running back into the building and through to the elevators.
“There’s no escaping Them!” the doctor shouts after the duo.
The monsters begin smashing through the glass walls, confused and enraged by visions of what they once were: human. The duo make it to the elevators, and begin pressing the button. The doors swing open, having just stopped on this floor. They leap in, and press the button for the lobby and close the door. In their moment of reprise, they hear the creatures smashing at the doors, and the supports of the entire floor above. The dilapidated hospital begins to shake and tremble. Ding! The doors open again, and they make a break for the front door with the walls coming down around them. They rush out the front in the research in hand, thankful to be alive. The entire building collapses, but they’ve gotten what they’ve came for, and were able to leave with their lives.

The Doctor is left laying face down in the debris; his tongue is skewered, stuck to a loose rusty nail in a piece of wood, while his foot is impaled on a metal concrete support rod. He bleeds out.

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