He barely discerned his mother's shouts of rage as he sped away, and it was all he could do not to shake a fist in the air in triumph.He knew followin...g Jason would accomplish little. It didn't matter. What mattered was that it was something the Darkness did not want him to do, or it would not have tried so hard to stop him. That alone had made it worthwhile.Mike dragged himself out of a restless slumber, blinking as the dreamscape was loathe to yield to the influx of reality. He shook his head. Another day she came to class yawning with a big mug of coffee. Rachel whispered in my ear “God, I don’t know if I can stay awake in class, I got fucked four times last night by two, twenty-year old cowboys and my pussy is so sore I can barely sit down”. I just looked at her, shook my head and laughed. Rachel said Ken “no k**ding, it’s true, I just got them out of the house an hour ago!! The craziest thing she ever said was when we were in the Student Union Coffee Shop. Kitty, a young clueless. How could he have not seen it right away? He collapsed to his knees sobbing as he stared at the wall. This couldn’t be happening to him. These things just didn’t happen in real life, only in the stories he wrote to scare unsuspecting readers. On the wall in front of him, written in frenetic strokes with a blunt instrument, was the words ‘Home sweet home’. It was apparent to Brian that the writing was dried after he ran his fingers over it. Looking down at the floo,r Brian noticed the severed. ‘You never know when you might have to gut a fish.’ Confidently and gracefully he gutted then filleted the fish. They later fried it under starlight with olives, garlic and onions. It had been a good day. As John recalled the gutting, his knife traveled down the belly of the fish, to where the tail began. He pressed his hand against the gills, then thrust the knife into it, pulling it through the bony cartilage. He popped off the head, pulled out the guts, then filleted it from the spine. When.
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