Thursday, July 21, 2005

 

bacon provided by...

"where the hell did that boy go?" farmer john said, eating a piece of delicious bacon and scratching his head. he liked standing out on the back porch like this, where he could see his land stretching to the ends of the earth it seemed. he could see his pigs rolling around in their own crap (as pigs are wont to do), and cows lazily chewing their cud. that's a real nice mornin', he thought to himself, better find that fool boy of mine and git to wor- his train of thought was cut short by a blood-curdling scream. he looked towards the south field and saw jeremy running like a bat outta hell, buddy in the lead as usual.

"now what in tarnation's got into him?" he asked no one in particular.
 

Wakey, Wakey, Eggs and Bakey

Darkness.
The smattering of raindrops attacking him relentlessly.
And all Jeremy could do was lay in the pool of his own Quiznos' sick.
Lay there in the darkness.
Lay there, unaware of the footsteps making their way into the clearing.
What he heard next trailed off until he was completely unconscious.
The sickening sound of bones and flesh being mangled, possibly eaten.
It was a grotesque sound of splatter and dripping.....
Being wet in the face and having something nudging him back to the waking world, Jeremy painfully pried open his squinted eyes.
Something was attacking his face violently. It was soft and wet.
Buddy was licking his owner's face.
Jeremy slowly rose up and Buddy backed away.
The boy looked around his surroundings groggily and quickly stumbled back on all fours in terror.
The entire bovine carcass was gone!
All that was left from it, was the crimson dirt that once lay under it...
Jeremy managed to get to his feet, smacked buddy on the hindquarters, and ran as fast as he could back to the farmhouse, in the clear light of day.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

 

Jimmy Crack Corn

Flies started buzzing around his face... and he saw maggots writhing throughout the carcass. The entire scene overtook him and poor Jeremy vomited his entire lunch all over. It was a shame too, he loved a good Quizno's sandwich. He fell to his knees in pain, continuing to dry heave.

Jeremy snapped out of his daze and crawled away from the heifer... rolling over on his back. He could still hear Buddy barking in the distance, but as much as he wanted to get up and find out at what, he couldn't just yet.

Despite the bizarre situation, Jeremy started to fall asleep in the warmth of the sun. What sounded like footsteps, crunching on the fell corn, began closing in on him.
 

CAUGHT!

Jeremy suddenly felt as though he had no control of his body. He felt trapped. One leg pulled away from him and then the other. He could not stop himself from walking towards the center of the clearing. There is an extreme stench surrounding him. It is, without a doubt, coming from the steaming cow carcass in front of him. What could have caused this animal to end up this way? As he got closer, he realized that the bovine was turned inside out. Why could he not stop? He kept thinking

"STOP!!!!!
STOP!!!
STOP!!!!!!"


His internal screams would do no good as he continued to be pulled towards the center, and the inverted animal.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

 

A New Beginning

Clouds rolled ominously in from the east.
The corn fields bellowed as one, the distant rumbling of thunder heard through the dark slate sky.
Jeremy ran through the field, calling out to his dog Buddy.
"Buddy! Here boy! Where are ya boy?!?!" the little boy cried out, furrowing his brow upwards at the churning sky.
He heard his dog bark out a few yards ahead into the increasingly dark row of corn before him.
That's where the old scarecrow is put up, Jeremy thought.
He quickened his pace and swatted his hands up in front of his face, knocking a way towards his goal.
Almost there, he thought as he pushed his way into the clearing where his dog Buddy was heard barking.
Jeremy, breathing erratically, stepped into the open area and his knees buckled under his weight. His big blue eyes widened in fear and his face contorted into a grotesque visage.
There was no escaping now. It was too late.

Monday, July 11, 2005

 

THE END

So, in hopes to bring a bit of life back into this here story, the current story is over. Lets go ahead and start anew. Would anyone like to start?

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