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Willie’s Fury PT 9: FLASHWORD:MAD

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Willie’s  Fury Pt9:

“She used to sing to her ‘playmates‘, which were all men, a little song. ‘Mad as a hatter. Your guts go splatter. Oops you piss yourself. You have a weak bladder.’, over and over.

I cried, tried to get away, but she locked me down here. Made me watch. ‘Training’, she called it.”.

Tears welling in his eyes, Willie flew into a rage.

The woman screamed. A sound of complete terror heard only by herself and Willie.

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Willie’s Fury:PT8:FLASHWORD:LEVEL

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Willie’s Fury PT:8

Her pounding heartbeat made the drug take hold instantly.

Frenetic, desperate she tries to free her sore, bruised, bleeding wrists from the shackles. “Whoa, relax! Enjoy it while you can.”, Willie snickers.

“I’m not a monster, and planned to give a few last requests. If I could I’d keep you forever, but you heard Mom. When I was a child this was her job.

“I’m going to level with you. Mom’s my last ‘plaything’ .”.

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Willie’s Fury Pt7:FLASHWORD:ERRATIC

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Willie’s Fury Pt7:

“She’s evil, Worse than you and the rest of humanity, You two would get along, She gives me medical supplies to keep my ‘playmates’, alive ’til I’m through ‘playing’.

His movements and speech now erratic from the amphetamines.

“I hate to tell you, it’s almost time for you to head home. She trembles uncontrollably. ” I checked your pockets, found your meth. I have pure amphetamines. Consider it…    …a going away party.

He gives the dose.

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Willie’s Fury PT6: FLASHWORD: LOCO

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Willie’s Fury Pt6

A red light flashes. Buzzing follows.  Willie unlocks three pad locks, opens the door. Screaming at an unseen person, “What Beast!?!”.

An old woman walks down into the chamber.  Looks at the bound lady, making eye contact with her while speaking to Willie, “Its almost time for your playmate to go home.”.

She gives him two syringes and a vial of liquid. “Soon! Now get out, and make me some Spagetti Joe’s!”.  He injects himself, eyes dilating and perspiration.

“That’s my Mom. She’s a nurse. Don’t tell her I said so, but she’s…”.

He whistles, “…Loco!”

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Willie’s Fury PT5:FLASHWORD:CRAZED

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Willie’s Fury Pt5

With a crazed look in his eyes Willie danced, air drummed and attempted to moon walk as he listened to the, “music”.

If she was at the bar she would have laughed.

She wasn’t at the bar. She was with a short, fat, bald, maniac

with glasses and evil intentions.

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PLEASE READ : A NOTE ON WILLIE’S FURY VS. MYSELF

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I  just wanted everyone who reads “Willie’s Fury” to know that it’s in no way a reflection of myself. Read my poetry and other post to see that. I don’t condone what Willie does. The idea for this story came years ago when I was listening to a song. I listened and this idea popped into my head. I’m a nice, peaceful, loving dude. Just look at the comments my fiance Seablackwithink, (yes she’s still alive), and I send to each other. Writers write horror films but they don’t murder people in real life.

Right?

Ok, just wanted to let everyone know that I’m not a killer or creeper.  Check out my posts  HOW I MISSED MY 19TH BIRTHDAY(THE MATRIX TRIP PT1 & PT 2, to see the real me.

Thanks for reading 🙂

Liquid Poet (Ryan)

 

 

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Willie’sFurypt4:FLASHWORD:DELUSIONAL

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Willie’s Fury Pt4

“The world is delusional.

I’m the last rational man in the world of the irrational.“.

As she begins to lose consciousness Willie cracks her on the head with an old meat tenderizer.

“Wake up! You have to hear this, because you are one of the delusional.

That’s why you’re here. All of my playmates were delusional.

Living a life of Mc Roland’s,Dizzyland,MALLS,

springbreakersbreakinghearts,mommy-and-daddyloveyou delusions .”

Willie turns up the volume on his stereo, “This is my favorite song, it speaks to me.”

She begins to cry.

All she hears is static.

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Willie’sFurypt3 : CRACKED : HOTFLASH

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Willie’s Fury Pt3 

Willie finished his work for the day.

The woman hung from her hands, legs to weak to stand. In a daze she looked at the cracked concrete floor.

She realized the red fluid was hers. She whimpered,

“I’m cracked, mom.”. Willie laughed, “Everyone is, except me.

The world is

cracked.”.

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Willie’s Fury PT2:FLASH WORD:MIND

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The fury cruised away the tail lights illuminated a single red high heel until Willie turned a corner. The shoe was in the darkness of the early morning. In the garage he opened the trunk, dragged her down the stairs leading to the sound proofed chamber under his basement. Her head hit the floor as he dropped her, “Mind your head.” Shackled, gagged she regained consciousness. Willie noticed she awoke. “Don’t mind the smell. Put the thought of rescue or escape out of your mind.” He picks up sharp rusty implements, “This is going to hurt, but you won’t mind.”

 

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Willie’s Fury:FLASH WORD:DERANGED

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Willie’s Fury:

.”Willie slowly drives his black 1970′s Plymouth Fury with a large trunk through a seedy part of town. It’s a cold November morning. The hunt for his victims has always been his favorite part of his activities. He’s been driving for hours listening to static at high volume since his antenna is broken. He’s seen girls of all types but hasn’t seen one he wanted for the taking. He sees a woman with black hair and a red coat in high heels. He hated her because , “She’s deranged. I’m normal. She must go.”

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