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Yo Bitches- I Am Coming Back!

Anyways, I has taken me a SMALL break, I has gone to Disneyland, I has ritualistically slaughtered some poor hitchhiker I met a day after getting back (she was de-LISH-us). I am ready to start writing again here. To re-stress!

Yo Bitches- I Am Coming Back!

July 20 2008:I am BACK, motherfuckers!

June 20 2007:I decided to put my latest change note up here instead of way down at the bottom. So sue me. Anyway, after all the horror and stress I have been going through of late, I have started writing again! In fact, I am posting a new short to the page Right Here, and going to post on maybe a forum or two. Yay!

12 April 2007:Hey, changed one of the images on the page : ) Going to add some other pics and stuff to the page as well, and NEW STORIES are on the way! And ACK! I finally fixed the link to the NEW and UPDATED webleg! Sheesh! What a MAROON I can be!!

Anyways, I think the point is that I don't actually have a point. Oh well. Still, there are always SHANGUAH's made, and I must document them!

Sept 18 2006: Made all icky and black : ) Supposed to be easier on the eyes to read this way. Experiment time, all you people with less than perfect eyes!

19 November 2006: I don't understand CSS, XML, JAVAscript, or any of those "fancy" languages to write web pages. All I know is vanilla HTML. I'm so "old school" with this stuff that I use a "help you make a webpage" program, then proceed to HAND CODE the site. Sheesh. Sad, but actually true.

this site changed April 6 2006. Made all icky and blue.



No One Home

BEEP
"Listen, Sandy, I need you to pick up. Pick up. It's important, pick up the phone. Dammit. It's Allie, it's important, I need your help. Fast. Call me back on my cell. As soon as you get in. Faster."
CLICK

BEEP
"Sandy, dammit, pick up the phone. PICK UP THE PHONE. Shit. Where are you? You're never out on Tuesday. Listen, Sandy, it's me, Allie again. I'm in big, big trouble. I need you to call me back as soon as you get in. Don't wait. It's very important. Sandy?"
CLICK

BEEP
"Okay, Sandy, since you're either not in, or you're call screening me for some reason. It's important that you call me as soon as you get back in. I went to Dale's place tonite and I know, you don't like Dale. Get over it. Anyway, he was showing me his python, you know the reticulated snake he has? You've heard about it, he brags about it all the time. Anyway, he opened the cage to get it out and he started feeling really sick so he went to the bathroom and anyway, I heard him fall down in there and the door's locked and he doesn't answer. I don't know if he's alive or dead or needs help.

"But that's not why I keep calling- i'm not so worried about him, it's me. His snake has me wrapped up- I can just hit your speed dial with my nose and talk, I can't dial anything else, so CALL ME when you get in, it's important. This is a big snake."
CLICK

BEEP
"Okay, Sandy, listen, you need to call me back as soon as you get in, okay? It's worse than I've been saying- the snake has been eating me, ok? It's been swallowing me whole and alive. I don't wan't to get eaten, Sandy, you have to call me when you get back. PICK UP THE PHONE! I can't believe you're not there! You never go anywhere on Tuesday night! Listen, it's swallowing me feet first, it's up to my knees already. Call me. Soonest."
CLICK

BEEP
"Look, I'm in deep shit here and I need your help PRONTO. It's swallowed me up to my hips, and I do not want to die! I do not want to be digested alive by a snake! So pick up the phone and CALL ME, or just come to Dale's when you get this message! Please! I'm serious!"
CLICK

BEEP
"Aw Fuck, Sandy. This is bad, really bad. Where the fuck are you? Where are you on a Tuesday night, for Christ's sake? Listen, it's swallowed me up past my waist, it's just under my tits. My arms are inside the snake's mouth along with my entire lower body! Pick up, pick up! Oh shit. I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die."
CLICK

BEEP
"(Sobbing, deep gasps)"
CLICK

BEEP
"Sandy, this is probably the last time I'll be able to call you for help. I'm so far down the throat of this monster my tits are all shoved in my face and it was hard getting past them to hit the speed dial. Another swallow and I won't be able to call. Where the hell are you, anyway?

"(soft crying)

"(Voice muffled) Oh God, Sandy, it swallowed again! I can't see anything anymore- my tits are covering my face, it's hard to breathe! Oh God, oh my Lord! Please don't let me die! Oh God, please!

"(Voice extremely muffled) Sandy! There's still time, there has to be, I can't die now! Call the police, or something! Please! Get help! Oh shit, I don't even know if you can hear me anymore. Oh God, Sandy, why aren't you there?

"(soft, muffled, possible voice sounds, very faint)"
CLICK

On the sofa, Sandy smiled and popped a potato chip into her mouth. Dale would be okay, she knew that. Before Sandy went over, he'd agreed to take the sleeping tablet and let the snake loose. With Allie out of the way, she and Dale were set. She didn't love him, not at all. She just wanted unfettered access to his magnificent body. Later on, when she got bored, there would always be a sneakier sleeping pill and she now knew for sure that snake could dispose of a body...