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Post by Orion M on Feb 10, 2016 12:36:19 GMT -6
To start of this first episode i submit my rough draft. The only person I know who read and commented on it originally was SkillFlea.
So I'll post it under here.
if you post the whole story please use
[spoiler]story[/spoiler]
this can cut loading time down, and keeps me from accidentally reading the story too early
thank you
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Post by Orion M on Feb 10, 2016 12:40:50 GMT -6
Rough Night
October has been a rough month for my wife and I. You see earlier this month we lost our only child, Jimmy. He died from a weak hearts that he battled for a few months. After his death we haven't talked much to each other, never sure what to say. We both dealt with the grief differently. I visited his grave after i get work every day. She sends her nights in the rocking chair, she used to put him asleep, with a picture of him in her arms. Like i said it has been a rough month. Last night was the first time i heard anything from her.
That night started off particularly rainy, and i had to work late. I text my wife telling her that ill be late, as usual i get no reply. I eventually decide to leave due to the weather getting worse. I would rather be at home then have to drive through it all. As i left, i could feel the wind rushing past in the direction of home.
Upon walking in through the side door i noticed on the table a plate food place at my spot. As i ventured further i could hear the shower running which explains why i haven't seen her yet. Suddenly there was a cackle from outside followed by a loud boom. With the storm finally arriving, i decide to head to the hall closet to get some candles.
As i turn the corner i am greeted by our son Jimmy. With a quizzical look he proceed to ask me questions like why am i late? Why is there mud one side of me? I tell him that work was rough and i had to stay late. As for the mud i had slipped earlier outside. We talked for a bit as we got some candles out and placed them into the living room. Knowing it was a bit late, i decided to usher him to bed for a nights rest. He begs to be carried, telling me the storm is scaring him. After picking him up, we head down the hallway passed the bathroom. I can hear the wife getting out of the shower, hopefully she wont be much longer.
As we reached Jimmy's room i could hear the bathroom door open, so we decided to greet her. As she stepped out of the bathroom, i called to her with a smile on my face. She glanced at us, looked away for a second only to turn and fully face us. She took step back, her eyes got wide, skin color faded, and she let out a blood curdling scream......
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Post by ParmaJon on Feb 10, 2016 20:12:15 GMT -6
https://www.reddit.com/r/shittynosleep/comments/2bvk4w/my_ded_dad_messaged_me_on_tindr_trigger_warning/
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Post by ParmaJon on Feb 10, 2016 20:15:33 GMT -6
https://www.reddit.com/r/shittynosleep/comments/36qhf1/call_of_cthulhu_ft_hitler_trigger_warning/
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Post by Orion M on Feb 10, 2016 23:05:59 GMT -6
Now I won't read these till I go live.
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Post by Orion M on Feb 11, 2016 16:35:53 GMT -6
Lol skill flea this isn't that kind of submission. Lol. This is for Crappy to Rough periscope reading. Not a help me edit this.
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Post by Skill Flea on Feb 11, 2016 20:56:24 GMT -6
Oh ok. My bad.
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Post by Orion M on Feb 11, 2016 23:44:44 GMT -6
Np, but do submit
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Post by Skill Flea on Feb 14, 2016 1:26:47 GMT -6
What am I submitting?
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Post by Orion M on Feb 14, 2016 8:27:04 GMT -6
You can submit rough drafts or really crappy pasta you found. I am at the mercy of the members here
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Post by Skill Flea on Feb 16, 2016 1:24:59 GMT -6
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Post by Skill Flea on Feb 16, 2016 1:26:36 GMT -6
I turned to my partner and saw hyper-realistic smoke coming out of his mouth! He did this every day on the force, blowing it in my face. He died of lung cancer ...
30 years later.
After the funeral I was walking in the dark forest outside of muy house when I saw it. A blood-red NES cartridge laying there in the middle of the woods. I jumped back in horor at its presence. The words rang out so clearly:
"Smoking Simulator".
I took it home. It was a sign. From my dead partner - this is his work.
I popped it in to my son's NES. He complained about me using his NES so I beat his ass. This was 4 my partner!!
When I turned on the NES, the NES began to vomit out hyper-realistic vomit! My son screamed, so I had to hit him again.
The game continued to play on my TV and despite the mountain of vomit spewing everywhere. The sound was unbearable!! The hyper-realistic vomit was turning into hyper-realistic blood -I couldn't handle it anymore.
I had to turn off the game.
As I hit the power button,one final message played on the screen.
There was my partner's face crying hyper-realistic blood. With the words underneath in blood:
"Smoking Killz"
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