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\chapter{The Death Hamsters}
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\by{Part of Everything}
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Story submission! Edited to include the ``kids need to be
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respected/listened to'' theme.
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{\bf The Death Hamsters}
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THE END
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The End
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\chapter{Son Of Bavarious}
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\by{Madcosby}
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{\bf Son Of Bavarious}
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\chapter{The Long Finger of the Law}
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\by{Dr Scoofles}
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{\bf The Long Finger of the Law}
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\chapter{The King}
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\by{Peas and Rice}
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{\bf The King}
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\chapter{The Creature / Dying}
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\by{brylcreem}
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This is a sequel of sorts to my story in the other thread,
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{\bf The creature. From the
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sewers}. Enjoy!
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\section*{The creature. From the sewers.}
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This wasn't going to happen. Again. Gene Beaver pulled off his light
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suede jacket and sighed. Then he sighed again. He had started as a
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trainee sewer inspector three months ago and immediately heard the
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rumors. Rumors of a creature in the sewers.
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Three years ago he had been happy. With a kid and another on the
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way. Wife at home, making dinner. The whole nine yards. Then he came to
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town. The kid. The prodigy they called him. Gene hated him. Hated him
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enough to kill him? Perhaps. Or perhaps not. Either way, Gene hated him.
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{\bf Dying. Of arsenik!}
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Two and half months later, his wife left him. With the kid. The kid from
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out of town. Gene hated him, but he couldn't do anything about it.
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It was Christmas, but Gene didn't feel jolly. Didn't feel jolly at
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all. His wife was gone with the kids, and the kid and Gene was
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alone. Alone at Christmas. The worst time of year to be alone. It was
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sad. Suddenly, Gene sobbed.
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No, this isn't right! He thought. Gene decided to change his life, to
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make it better. A new life, in a new town.
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Three years later, here he was. In the sewer, with a creature that
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didn't show up.
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Suddenly, Gene heard a sound. A sound from behind! Suddenly he turned
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and came face to face with it! The creature! The rumors were real! The
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creature was real!
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Gene died quickly. In the sewers.
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200 miles away, Louise shuddered in her sleep. The man next to her woke
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and looked at her. And smiled!
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\section*{Dying. Of arsenik!}
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\by{henpod}
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Cheesus christ.
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\chapter{The Child}
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\by{taurapo}
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a tribute to ben biddick
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The Child
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Luke Bavarius stared into the barrel of his Beretta, if only he had
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the guts to pull the trigger of his Beretta, He nearly got erection
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thinking about how the bullet from his Beretta would tear his brain
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\by{henpod}
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I think some people are projecting their sick sexual fantasies
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through Luke Bavarious. The man deserves better dammit.
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\chapter{The Mosquito of Death}
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\by{Assless Chaps}
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{\bf The Mosquito of Death}
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Luke Bavarious stumbled slowly through the New York City alley,
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gently swatting the mosquitoes away from his skin with the butt of
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home and get some sleep.
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{\em Edited to include something about listening to kids, as this was
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written before the instructions were posted}
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\by{henpod}
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I cant help but laugh every time I read the word vomit in these
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stories. Its fantastic
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\chapter{The Monster of Lake Grim}
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\by{Sirocco}
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{\bf The Monster of Lake Grim}
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I stepped out into the night. The clouds were dark and raining
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shadows. The lake was calm. Dead fish rose to the surface. They
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\chapter{The Horrid Reflection - Redux}
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\by{Cota Froise}
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{\bf The Horrid Reflection - Redux}
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\chapter{The Library}
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\by{Combat Wombat}
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{\bf The Library}
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\by{Sexual Lorax}
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SummerGlaucoma posted:
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{\bf {\em BAVARIOUS
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REASONS}}
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If your story doesn't make the cut, SG, your perfect title has to
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for Horrors II.
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{\bf HORRORS II: {\em BAVARIOUS REASONS}}
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\chapter{Pearl}
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\by{Phthalogreen}
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{\bf Pearl}
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I stand in the shadow. The sounds have been coming again and again
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for thirty years. I'm in the old folks' home on 42nd
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\chapter{Reunion Under a Blood Red Moon}
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\by{Sleepless Dreamer}
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Hmm, maybe there should be some blood vomit included{\ldots}
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{\bf Reunion Under a Blood Red Moon}
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The man stared at the figure wrapped in black sitting on the bench
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in the middle of town at 3 in the morning. It was late, but he felt
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killed, waiting for him back to un-life like him. Things were
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getting better.
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{\bf ALTERNATE ENDING:}
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\section*{Alternate Ending}
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Luke said to himself: ``They always fall for the zombie
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make-up.'' He looked up and saw the ghost of his mother, who
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\chapter{Untitled}
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\by{TheSpiritFox}
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\chapter{The Cellar Of Death}
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\by{Lord Humongus}
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{\bf The Cellar Of Death}
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Luke walked down the house's scarred walls. The place was full of
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hate, he could
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\by{Tufty}
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Sexual Lorax posted:
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If your story doesn't make the cut, SG, your perfect
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title has to for Horrors II.
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{\bf HORRORS II: {\em BAVARIOUS
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REASONS}}
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Whaddaya mean make the cut? The entries shouldn't be whittled down
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to a select few to be put into the sequel. Do you think if the
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original works of Ben Biddick were placed among others and
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critiqued and compared they would have ever been published? Of
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course not! To do so to the stories in this thread would be
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entirely unfaithful to the whole {\em point} of Horrors, and would
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be disrespectful to Ben Biddick. The entries here are unbound
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creativity and imagination distilled into its purest form, and all
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of them deserve a place in Horrors 2.
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\chapter{Untitled}
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\by{King Plum the Nth}
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To be fair, I don't really think I managed the style of Ben Biddick
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and I don't really expect to compete here. But I'd like to think I
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captured the spirit. At least, I had too much fun writing this not
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to post it.
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* * *
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I'd never been to San Diego before. Never been further west
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than Iowa. But I like to travel and I like my job, so when my job
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\by{jidohanbaiki}
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I'm really getting a hankering for some Luke Bavarious ``Choose Your
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Own Adventure.''
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{\bf Take Baretta}- go to page 12
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{\bf Take both Barettas} - go to page 13
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{\bf Vomit bullets out of Barettas} - go to page 25
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\chapter{The Boy That Lived}
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\by{Irish Joe}
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{\bf The Boy That Lived}
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\chapter{A Tin of Popcorn}
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\by{Dirty Sanchez}
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{\bf A Tin of Popcorn}
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\chapter{The First and Second Stories}
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\by{O Tempora! O Mores!}
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The first story!
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\section*{The first story!}
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The second story!
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\section*{The second story!}
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\chapter{Nobodys Savior}
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\by{Pro-Swordbro}
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{\bf Nobodys Savior}
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\chapter{Words Will Never Hurt Me{\ldots}}
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\by{Detective Thompson}
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{\bf Words Will Never Hurt Me{\ldots}}
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\chapter[Dead Tired]{Dead Tired\\Horrid Reflection: Gaiden}
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\by{Count Snapula}
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{\bf DEAD TIRED}. (Alternate title: {\bf Horrid Reflection:
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Luke Bavarious woke up from a horrid dream in his Manhattan
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apartment. He was vomiting sweat from every pore in his body. It
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\chapter{Black River}
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\by{Creflo Chronicle}
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{\bf Black River}
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{\bf THE END}
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The End
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\chapter{The Area the Moon Ignored}
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\by{slackerpride}
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Tapping into my 12 year old mind was fun. This whole thread has
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been nothing short of amazing. That being said, I give you{\ldots}
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{\bf The Area the Moon Ignored}
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The moon was glowing, sending its light all over the town. All over
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the town except for one part. That was where Detective Luke
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\chapter{The Killer B}
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\by{Yaos}
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{\bf The Killer B}
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{\bf ?THE END?}
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The End?
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%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
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\chapter{Character Sketch}
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\by{Ghost Hat}
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I love this thread.
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{\bf Character Sketch}
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I frowned as I looked at the crime scene. The lawn had been well
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{\bf The End.}
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The End.
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%--bz i dunno if the following is in the right spot after the fix
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As with most entries, all grammar errors are intentional. Also,
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edited to better fit the rules.
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%bz--
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My name is Luke Bavarious. I am a policeman. Recently my wife Vixie
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Bavarious committed suicide. I've been sent in to deal with
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\chapter{SATANIC RED: The Third to Last Case of Det. Luke
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Bavarious}
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\chapter[Satanic Red]{Satanic Red: The Third to Last Case of Detective
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Luke Bavarious}
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\by{Anal Surgery}
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\chapter{ I, Lucius Baiuvarius}
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\by{Hantu}
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\chapter{ Chamber Pop}
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\chapter{Chamber Pop}
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\by{Brushingworth}
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%--bz - should this part be in itallics or something?
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This is gonna be long, I apologize. I also started to write in
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first person like the Biddick work but it was just annoying to read
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so hopefully you'll forgive me for slipping into third. I tried to
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I know its been done but this story takes place right after The
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% bz--
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Feebly, Luke Bavarious reached into his mouth and pushed on his
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\chapter{ LUKE KILLS AN AMERICAN}
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\chapter{Luke Kills An American}
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\by{duck monster}
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``DOWN DOWN AMERICAN PIG! DOWN WITH IMPERIALISM! DOWN WITH YANKEE
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PERVERTS'' Luke shouted as he stuck the man in the groin with his
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``{\bf Down down American pig! Down with imperialism! Down with yankee
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perverts}'' Luke shouted as he stuck the man in the groin with his
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%and drawings, typeset them, and bind them into an actual book. I
|
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%can either do the cereal box cover pictured below, or I can use a
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%heavier cardboard, glue some cloth to it, and try to make it look
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%like an actual hardcover book. Then I'll mail it to Mr Biddick,
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%I'll also make a thread about putting it all together, in case
|
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%Oooh that sounds bitchin, cruft. It needs a dedications page, too,
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%one that's just like the original. Maybe the honor of composing the
|
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%dedication could be granted to the winner, along with the other
|
||||
%prizes?
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%And I would totally read an A/T about homegrown bookbinding. Your
|
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%I just got caught up on all the entries. I predict Horrors II will
|
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%legitimize the genre of ``horror, as written by a 13
|
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%year-old.''
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%Ben, how does it feel to have inspired a literary movement?
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|
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%rinski posted:
|
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%I predict Horrors II will legitimize the genre of
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%``horror, as written by a 13 year-old.''
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\chapter{ The Pus-Stained Email from Hell}
|
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\chapter{The Pus-Stained Email from Hell}
|
||||
\by{Zahgaegun}
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%\by{Quovak}
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||||
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|
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%cruft posted:
|
||||
%If the goons are up for it, I'd like to take the
|
||||
%winning stories and drawings, typeset them, and bind them into an
|
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%actual book.
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|
||||
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|
||||
%I also love this idea. It would be even better if we could actually
|
||||
%get the final anthology vanity published, but not spending a lot of
|
||||
%money also works. Discount Bees needs to do cover art, though.
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\chapter{The Horrid Reflection II: Horrider Reflections}
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\chapter[Horrider Reflections]{The Horrid Reflection II: Horrider Reflections}
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|
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\by{Bonaventure}
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||||
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||||
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|
|||
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|
||||
\chapter{ Wicked Workout}
|
||||
\chapter{Wicked Workout}
|
||||
\by{Akbar}
|
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%\by{Zahgaegun}
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%Akbar posted:
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||||
%Placeholder for entry - COMING SOON
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|
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%Tick tock tick tock.
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%bz--
|
||||
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|
||||
%\by{Paracetamol Boy}
|
||||
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||||
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|
||||
%I love all the entries where Luke Bavarius ends up crying.
|
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%\by{Twigand Berries}
|
||||
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%Akbar posted:
|
||||
%Placeholder for entry - COMING SOON
|
||||
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||||
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|
||||
%My favorite.
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||||
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|
||||
%\by{antiloquax}
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
%Twigand Berries posted:
|
||||
%My favorite.
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
%
|
||||
%You're right. They need to lower the word count, because damn.
|
||||
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|
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|
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
%\by{HastyDeparture}
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
%Akbar posted:
|
||||
%Placeholder for entry - COMING SOON
|
||||
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|
||||
%It had me on the edge of my seat, it had me on the verge of tears,
|
||||
%it left me wanting more.
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
%\by{Akbar}
|
||||
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|
||||
%
|
||||
%I just wanted to make sure AYBraham didn't close the contest on me.
|
||||
%Enjoy.
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
%\by{Akbar}
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
%E: Shit doublepost.
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
%\by{Twigand Berries}
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
%Akbar posted:
|
||||
%E: Shit doublepost.
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
%New favorite.
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
%\by{Akbar}
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
%Twigand Berries posted:
|
||||
%New favorite.
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
% You're going to make me vomit tears.
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
\chapter{ ``Gold Ribbon''}
|
||||
\chapter{Gold Ribbon}
|
||||
\by{Swanky}
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
@ -1944,7 +1691,7 @@ Bavarious wept uncontrollably.
|
|||
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
\chapter{ The Smoker}
|
||||
\chapter{The Smoker}
|
||||
\by{Cruo}
|
||||
|
||||
I stepped up to the door. The smell of the smoke was leaking
|
||||
|
@ -2114,20 +1861,6 @@ e: for title
|
|||
{\bf Monstrous}
|
||||
|
||||
\by{Blurry Gray Thing}
|
||||
%--bz
|
||||
%I have no idea how my story stacks up with the other entries. I did
|
||||
%not read them yet to try and keep my entry as pure ``Ben Biddick'' as
|
||||
%I could get. It's not a parody, it's not a mockery - it is an
|
||||
%honest attempt to write a story that could sit in the original
|
||||
%``Horrors'' without looking out of place.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%I may have permanently crippled my writing skill. I look at this
|
||||
%thing before me, and vomit tears.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%bz--
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
In the shadows of our overcrowded cities lurk unspeakable horrors.
|
||||
|
@ -2269,12 +2002,6 @@ one knew who was doing it.
|
|||
{\bf Deja Vu}
|
||||
\by{The Bananana}
|
||||
|
||||
%--bz
|
||||
%Want to quickly apologize for not being well aquainted with the
|
||||
%source material, and for any grammer errors, but this is pretty
|
||||
%last minute, also, please consider my entry even though it is a
|
||||
%little late.
|
||||
%bz--
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
Luke awoke in a bed. He stared at the ceiling and searched his mind
|
||||
|
@ -2487,9 +2214,6 @@ There was a noise. Familiar. Welcome.
|
|||
{\bf The Truly Horrid Reflection}
|
||||
\by{and Into}
|
||||
|
||||
%--bz
|
||||
%Kind of a long one{\ldots}
|
||||
%bz--
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
@ -2652,223 +2376,11 @@ horrid reflection. Suddenly, I was sobbing. And crying.
|
|||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
|
||||
%--bz
|
||||
%\by{BenBiddick}
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%thanks to everyone who put in an entry! this has been a mindblowing
|
||||
%event and I will be reading through each entry. I want to give each
|
||||
%one the time it deserves so bear with me!
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
|
||||
%\by{katiekawaii}
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%BenBiddick posted:
|
||||
%thanks to everyone who put in an entry! this has been a
|
||||
%mindblowing event and I will be reading through each entry. I want
|
||||
%to give each one the time it deserves so bear with
|
||||
%me!
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%Thank you for indulging us and having such an awesome sense of
|
||||
%humor! (People usually try to internet sue us in internet court.)
|
||||
%Your book has been one of our forum's greatest discoveries. We're
|
||||
%all seriously big fans of Ben Biddick and the emerging genre Horror
|
||||
%As Written By A 13-Year-Old.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%I can't wait to see the results! It's almost as tense as ``The
|
||||
%Horrid Reflection.''
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
|
||||
%\by{fishguzzler}
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%Waiting for someone to dig up the lost Biddick manuscript.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%Notice how the ``Horrors'' series focuses on the nasty things society
|
||||
%actually {\em encourages} young boys to contemplate? Most of the
|
||||
%violence, pus, and vomit themes could have been gleaned by a young
|
||||
%Biddick through culturally accepted, even lauded classics, such as
|
||||
%Battletoads in Battlemaniacs.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%But where are the other manuscripts, the ones too taboo for Biddick
|
||||
%to disclose to parents and school? The dark and fuzzy underbelly of
|
||||
%Puritanical culture may partially obscure the most revolting sexual
|
||||
%themes, yet can never eradicate them. Always there will be
|
||||
%sociopathic outlier pieces in the so-called ``artistic'' world, such
|
||||
%as the Victoria's Secret catalogue.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%All boys will eventually attempt to acquire such a thing, because
|
||||
%it is there - because it is forbidden. When, through audacity and
|
||||
%luck boys succeed in such ventures, they contemplate a sticky chasm
|
||||
%wherein lies only madness, to ultimately skirt its edge and become
|
||||
%men.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%In 1992 there was a book lacking the slick veneer of ``Horrors''. In
|
||||
%fact it was written in pencil on greasy and sweatstained wide-rule,
|
||||
%and tentatively titled ``Whorrors'' [sic]. Yet it too is a masterwork
|
||||
%of fiction, a self-exploration of the blasted landscape in the
|
||||
%developing psyche of a late-pubescent American Biddick.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%I call on Mr. Biddick to release this secret text, complete and
|
||||
%unedited. The gratuitous profusion of fluids {\em will be
|
||||
%glorious}.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%I call on you, Benjamin Suddenly-I-Was-Fisting Biddick, and I thank
|
||||
%you for all that you have already given us.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
|
||||
%\by{Paracetamol Boy}
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%fishguzzler posted:
|
||||
%Waiting for someone to dig up the lost Biddick
|
||||
%manuscript.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%Notice how the ``Horrors'' series focuses on the nasty things society
|
||||
%actually {\em encourages} young boys to contemplate? Most of the
|
||||
%violence, pus, and vomit themes could have been gleaned by a young
|
||||
%Biddick through culturally accepted, even lauded classics, such as
|
||||
%Battletoads in Battlemaniacs.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%But where are the other manuscripts, the ones too taboo for Biddick
|
||||
%to disclose to parents and school? The dark and fuzzy underbelly of
|
||||
%Puritanical culture may partially obscure the most revolting sexual
|
||||
%themes, yet can never eradicate them. Always there will be
|
||||
%sociopathic outlier pieces in the so-called ``artistic'' world, such
|
||||
%as the Victoria's Secret catalogue.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%All boys will eventually attempt to acquire such a thing, because
|
||||
%it is there - because it is forbidden. When, through audacity and
|
||||
%luck boys succeed in such ventures, they contemplate a sticky chasm
|
||||
%wherein lies only madness, to ultimately skirt its edge and become
|
||||
%men.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%In 1992 there was a book lacking the slick veneer of ``Horrors''. In
|
||||
%fact it was written in pencil on greasy and sweatstained wide-rule,
|
||||
%and tentatively titled ``Whorrors'' [sic]. Yet it too is a masterwork
|
||||
%of fiction, a self-exploration of the blasted landscape in the
|
||||
%developing psyche of a late-pubescent American Biddick.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%I call on Mr. Biddick to release this secret text, complete and
|
||||
%unedited. The gratuitous profusion of fluids {\em will be
|
||||
%glorious}.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%I call on you, Benjamin Suddenly-I-Was-Fisting Biddick, and I thank
|
||||
%you for all that you have already given us.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%I'm sorry but the only fluids that will be profusing from me
|
||||
%gratuitously will be tears.
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
%
|
||||
%{\ldots}of laughter
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
|
||||
%\by{JuicedSixFo}
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%Aw fuck I posted my story in the thread and left,
|
||||
%didn't see the contest thread. These submissions are awesome.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
|
||||
%\by{Syphilicious!}
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%Gotta keep this thread alive, people!
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%I was surprised at the turnout for stories, but how many people
|
||||
%that contributed come from CC or actually have previous writing
|
||||
%experience? I'd imagine most people are like me and just are
|
||||
%interested in writing or wanted to contribute to the humor of it
|
||||
%all or perhaps just get the prizes.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%
|
||||
%bz--
|
||||
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
|
||||
|
||||
{\bf The Horrid Realization}
|
||||
\chapter{The Horrid Realization}
|
||||
\by{Baron von Eevl}
|
||||
|
||||
%--bz
|
||||
%So I know the contest is over, but I already have an autographed copy of Horrors so
|
||||
%I'm not really interested in winning. I just had a brainstorm a few
|
||||
%hours ago and felt I needed to contribute.
|
||||
%
|
||||
%bz--
|
||||
|
||||
%--bz italics? comment out totally?
|
||||
This is a prequel of sorts to The Horrid Reflection, entitled The
|
||||
Horrid Realization. In it, we learn how Luke Bavarious left his
|
||||
post as New York's finest and struck off on his own as a Private
|
||||
Detective. We also learn about lost friendship straight from
|
||||
God.
|
||||
%bz--
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
|
||||
I stepped from the glare of traffic. The time had come again. I was
|
||||
|
@ -2979,37 +2491,3 @@ in my apartment. Suddenly, I was sobbing.
|
|||
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
%--bz
|
||||
%\by{MariusMcG}
|
||||
%
|
||||
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%Quovak posted:
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%I also love this idea. It would be even better if we
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%could actually get the final anthology vanity published, but not
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%spending a lot of money also works. Discount Bees needs to do cover
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%MariusMcG posted:
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%Let it be titled {\em The Chronicles of
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%Seconding this motion.
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