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"It ain't easy being breezy." --Me
"You probably thought I wouldn't get this far, You thought I'd end up in the back of a car. You probably thought that I'd never escape; I'd be a rat in a cage, I'd be a slave to this place. You don't know how hard I fought to survive, Waking up alone when I was left to die. You don't know about this life I've led; All these roads I've walked, All these tears I've bled..." --In this Moment "Whore"
EndMaster’s Edgelord Contest
on 2/20/2017 9:53:30 PM
Lmao. Made me laugh for the first time this week. And ps don't hate on soccer mom's.... We can still have edge at times.
February Contest & End's EdgeLord Contest
on 2/20/2017 9:30:59 PM
Is it too late to enter this contest?
EndMaster’s Edgelord Contest
on 2/20/2017 8:34:12 PM
Blood. Blood is everywhere. Dripping down the lacy, white tablecloths. Covering the drapes, the chandlers, the walls, and everything in between. I lay in shock, cowering under one of the tables, wondering if it's over yet. I don't hear any sounds, but that doesn't mean it's over...
Twenty minutes ago, everything had been fine. It was Valentine's Day. My boyfriend decided to take me to a new fancy Italian restaurant that had just opened downtown. The waiter had taken our orders and poured us some wine. As he was walking away, shit hit the fan.
Out of nowhere a man in a ski mask ran into the restaurant and started shooting. Our waiter was the first to get hit. He head suddenly exploded and his body crumbled slowly to the ground. Everyone started screaming and trying to run, but most were gunned down before they got very far.
I exchanged a terrified glance with my boyfriend right before ducking under the table. Tony tried to follow my lead but got shot in the leg. He hollered out, falling to the ground. He clutched his calf tightly, trying to stop the bleeding. I started crawling towards him when suddenly two boots came into view right beside him. I hear the shot moments before a hole suddenly appeared on his forehead. I watched as his eyes glazed over and the life bled out of him. He toppled sideways. I bit back a scream.
The boots disappeared. I stared at Tony 's body blankly as memories of our time together flashed before my eyes. I was jolted back to the present by a woman's pleading voice.
"Please. Please don't kill me. Noooooo, please. Not that...."
The woman lets out a blood-curdling scream that ends as abruptly as it began. Her head suddenly rolls by my table. Vomit floods my mouth, but I bite it back. My eyes start watering, and I almost start coughing but finally get myself under control. I listen carefully for any sound. Nothing.
I hear steps head back toward the front of the restaurant. I cautiously stick my out from under the table. The man stops at the first table. He nudges someone with his boot. The person doesn't move, obviously dead. He moves to another body. Repeats the process. A moan comes from the man. Suddenly, the masked man swings a machete I didn't notice in his hand. The machete crashes into the man's skull, splitting his head open. I duck back under the tablecloth, not wanting to see anymore.
The man continues around the restaurant. He kills anyone still breathing. When he gets to my table, I hold my breath. The man pauses to inspect Tony, then continues past. I let out a sigh of relief. He must not realize I'm under here. I wonder if anyone else was doing as I was. If anyone else was still even alive. Tears welled in my eyes. I didn't want to die.
The man finally stops moving. I pray he doesn't decide to start looking under the tables.
"Come out, Jess. I know you're in here," a vaguely familiar voice calls out.
Holy fuck! He knows my name??
"If you come out now, it will be better for you. I promise I won't hurt you."
I struggle to remember where I've heard that voice before. My mind comes up blank.
"Goddam it! Come out now, Jess. Or it's gonna be very nasty for you!"
I continue cowering under the table, far too terrified to do as the voice demanded. I hear a loud crash and realize he flipped a table over. I hear another, closer crash. It's followed by a scream. Blood splatters the tablecloth in front of me. I jump, rattling the table. Shit!
I try to crawl out from under my table, but it's too late. The table suddenly disappears from over my head as it's pushed onto its side. I turn and look over my shoulder. The man is directly behind me. He grabs me by hair and pulls me roughly to my feet.
"You should have listened to me, Jess," the man says sadly right before his fist connects with my face. I pass out.
When I come to, I'm tied to a chair in the middle of an unfamiliar room. It smells of dust and mildew. I look down and notice I am naked except for my underwear. I try to move to cover myself, but my hands are bound behind my back. I look around but it's too dark to see anything. A bare, flickering lightbulb provides the only source of light. The corners of the room are very dark.
Suddenly, a man steps out of one of the corners towards me. He walks slowly closer until I can finally make out his features. He looks familiar, and it takes me a minute but I finally come up with a name. Howard. One of my ex-coworkers. I fired him over a year ago. The creep was lucky I hadn't pressed charges for sexual harassment. He had become infatuated with me and hadn't accepted the fact I didn't return his feelings.
Everything abruptly comes back to me. The restaurant, Tony, all of those people he murdered.
"Why did you kill all of those people?" I ask, not really expecting a response.
"Because they were happy. They were in love. Why should they get to be happy? Why did they deserve to be loved? And I didn't? Fuck them!"
Howard steps closer to me and runs a hand gently across the side of my face. I resist the urge to jerk my head away.
"Why wasn't I good enough for you, Jess? Why did you reject me? You made me lose my fucking my job. You made me lose everything!" He suddenly slaps me viciously. I feel blood drip from the side of my lip.
"I'm sorry," is all I can think to say.
"No, you aren't. But you're gonna be!" He pulls my head back by my hair, bringing tears to my eyes. He brings his face closer to mine. I nervously glance at his lips.
"I'm not gonna kiss you, you fucking bitch!" He laughs as he lets go and steps away. He walks towards the far wall. A light suddenly flickers on. Along the far wall is a work bench covered in various tools. He lightly runs his fingers across several of them before finally grabbing a hammer. He steps back towards me.
"What are you gonna do with that?" I ask with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
He doesn't answer. Just steps closer and raises the hammer over his head. Realization dawns as he brings it down towards my kneecap. I turn my head away as it connects. Pain blinds me, becomes me. It takes awhile for the pain to recede enough for me to think clearly again.
Howard is looking at me with a strange mixture of love and hate on his face. He walks back to the table and returns with a scalpel. He smiles as he runs his eyes up and down my body. Probably debating where to cut me.
"Please don't do this," I beg. He laughs.
"I haven't even started yet." He suddenly stabs me in the side of my stomach. I scream as the blade pierces my skin. He yanks the blade out. It hurts even worse coming out. I scream again and pull against my restraints.
"Howard, please. I will do anything you want, please. Please don't kill me."
"Anything?" He thinks it over for a few moments.
"Anything! Please, just don't kill me...."
"Okay. But I'm not gonna untie your hands. Understood?"
I nod my understanding as he steps closer to me, stopping directly in front of me.
"And if you try anything stupid, I swear it will be worse for you. You will wish you had never been born."
"Okay, I promise. Just please don't kill me."
He cuts the rope binding me to the chair and beckons me to stand. He leads me out of the room and across the hall to another room. A huge bed lies in the middle of this room. He motions me towards the bed.
"Bend over the side of the bed!" he commands.
I slowly walk over to the bed and bend over it. He walks behind me and begins rubbing his groin against my backside. I whimper. He pulls away and something lashes violently across my backside. A whip. He beats me with it repeatedly until I can no longer stand. I collapse onto the bed, and he suddenly is rubbing against me again. I swallow down my revulsion and pretend to enjoy it. He unbuckles his pants and takes me repeatedly until I finally pass out from exhaustion.
When I come to again, Howard is standing over me carefully bandaging my side. I watch as he presses the bandage into place.
"Finally awake I see," he says happily. "I love you so much baby. We will be together forever."
"What? You must know that I love you. I've always loved you. Since the day I first saw you, I just knew we were meant to be together."
"You are a crazy motherfucker! Why won't you just let me go? Please?"
He snarls and reaches out and punches my stab wound. I scream as agony engulfs me.
"You fucking cunt! You tricked me! I thought you loved me, but you were just pretending last night weren't you?" He punches me again, this time in the groin. I gasp. He pins my hands over my head and binds my hands above my head. I struggle futilely. Maybe I shouldn't have called him crazy.
He suddenly flips me over onto my stomach. He spits onto my backside and before I can comprehend his intentions, he slams into me. I scream out in agony as he pounds me repeatedly. Just when I think it will never end, he pulls away.
"That's all you're good for, ya know. You're nothing but a fucking whore! Probably even enjoyed that. Well, you ain't gonna enjoy anything else ever again...."
Two weeks later, authorities found a body in the woods outside town. A woman's body. The woman was raped and brutalized in every possible way. He breasts had been removed. She had strangulation marks on her neck. Cause of death was unknown but probably happened around the time her heart was removed from her chest.
Howard smiled to himself as he read the article in the paper. He got up from the table and walked into his closet. He knelt down at the altar of a shrine he had built there. Pictures of Jessica hung over the shrine. He kissed the heart placed at the base of the shrine.
"Oh, Jessica. My love. I knew your heart would belong to me one day."
Draw My Attention (THE END TIMES ARE HERE)
on 9/28/2016 10:35:51 AM
Comment for deletion:
It was an awesome game. I loved it, it was very challenging.....
breezy134 (Score of 189)
9/28/2016 10:31:56 AM
I let a friend play my game on my phone and he left a comment. I didn't think about it still being logged in as me. Please delete this. Sorry.
Co-Author Spooky Contest: Story Development Thread
on 9/28/2016 12:25:06 AM
Trick or treat, Kids are sweet. They are so fun to torture and eat. If one happens across my lair, they will be in for quite a scare. I know I will make them scream, before I put their head on my ice cream. Oh please let just one wander into my sight, I cannot wait for Halloween night...
Co-Author Spooky Contest: Story Development Thread
on 9/28/2016 12:19:56 AM
By: Breezy134 and TheNewIAP
You and two friends get stuck babysitting on Halloween night. What a bummer. Especially as most of your classmates are enjoying a massive Halloween party without you. The group of children you are watching grow bored of trick or treating within the first hour. They decide to play a prank. They suddenly stop walking and count to three, before taking off running in all directions. You must find them before it's too late. After all, it's Halloween night, when all the monsters and boogymen come out to play...
Sonic's motivational thread.
on 9/26/2016 11:54:31 PM
Keep it going! Each page gets you closer to completion!
October Co-Author Spooky Story Contest
on 9/20/2016 12:42:35 AM
Definitely interested. Thanks for the tag. Don't know who would want to partner with me, though...
AMERICA DAY! (AKA: Yearly 4th of July Thread)
on 7/5/2016 12:59:07 AM
Well, I hope it gets better for you. I can't wait for back to school to be over, because I'm going to be transferred to the front of the store and most likely promoted. I can't wait.... Two of my departments were super busy today... Ugh.
AMERICA DAY! (AKA: Yearly 4th of July Thread)
on 7/5/2016 12:50:37 AM
Aww, don't say that.... I have been trying to work at Kroger for awhile now. The only reason I even went to Wal-Mart is because the pay is better. I would so rather working at a grocery store.