posted on Feb, 15 2013 @ 03:37 PM
Carl reeled back from the altar. The stench of rotted flesh permeated the air around him. He retched. And retched again . The curse was done. He
did it. He actually did it! He finally will have his revenge on all those people who posted nasty things about him on Faceblog. All his so-called
friends, family and neighbors.
The sacrifices, the potions, the blood, oh the blood! But it was worth it.
He left his mom's basement to see what destruction he had wrought!
His mom, always as solid as a fencepost was not in her chair. Instead, a 5 foot piece of pine lay across the furniture.
He stepped outside to spy on Doris, the girl next door but instead found a brick outhouse where she was once standing.
He grinned and kept walking.
Mohammad, his snobbish next door neighbor was just a fish out of water, weakly flopping on the sidewalk.
David, that evil idiot who always seemed to be talking out of both sides of his mouth lay on the front lawn of his house, two gaping holes oozing
fluids out of the sides of his head.
Burt, the guy who always was getting the best job and the best girl, and who seemed to be as happy as a pig in manure, was squealing and running down
the middle of the street.
The girl Shelby, the one as quiet as a mouse sat on her tiny haunches and was swept up by a hungry owl.
Then Carl stumbled. He fell. He got back up and took two steps before he fell again. His legs and arms felt funny. His fingers were numb. He
raised his hand to his face and saw tiny stones being formed out of his flesh. Stones, gravel poured from his sleeves and Carl slowly dissolved into
But then again, he always was as dumb as a box of rocks.