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Monday, July 25, 2005

How may I help you?

“Hi! This is Carmen, how may I have you?”
Instant Message: Carmen, good job! Keep it up!
“Hello! This is Drake, what’s up!!!”
Instant Message: Drake, drop that call this instance! And get you ass in my office right now!
“Who the fuck do you think are speaking to? You’re freaking friends! Do that again and I’ll have your ass in a plate!”
“I apologize. This wont happen again.” Drake uttered as he walks back to his place like a beaten dog, tail between his legs. He’s still breathing heavily and buckets of sweat are accumulated in his forehead, neck, armpits and hands. He wore his gadgets again and stared at his monitor for quite some time.
“Drake, are you ok?” asked by his shift buddy, Carmen.
“Fuck off!”
“What’s wrong with you? Don’t you dare talk to me like that again!”
Drake just held his face between his trembling hands and weep.

Back in the executive office, lights are dimmed; stacks of folders are neatly aligned parallel to the other stacks of files on the meeting table. Paintings of local masters hang on both sides of the office. A flat screen monitor, wireless mouse and keyboard, stainless steel lamp shade, and a telephone, decorates the large modern table that occupies the back of the space.
Instant Message: It’s time to do my biding, Girlie.

Drake received a new call. He answered the call still teary eyed and with trembling voice.
“Hi, this is Drake. How may I help you today?”
“Ma’am, how can I be of service to you?”
Before Drake ended the call, he noticed a drop of blood on his keyboard. He looked up and saw the smashed remains of Carmen on the ceiling directly above him. The face is still intact and the rest of the body is mangled. He screamed at the top of his lungs and dropped out from his chair. His eyes got fixed on the carcass, wailing, he crawled to the next both and found no one. He stood up, still looking on the ceiling, looked for another of his shift buddy. He found none. He stopped screaming when he noticed he’s the only one left in the room. The room was occupied by 50 employees on his shift. This only heightened his fear. He ran towards the elevator, but when he pushed the down button, it short circuited. At the end of the hall, he saw the fire exit and ran towards it. The door is locked!

“Think Drake! Think! Call security! That’s right!”
He went to the lobby and punched numbers on the phone.
“Fuck! Phones are dead! What’s happening in here! Where is everyone?” He screamed.
“Drake!” A voice called his name.
He looked around and saw no one.
“Whose that?” Drake replied.
“Drake, I’m here!”
“Where? Who are you?”
“Up here Drake! Up here!”
Drake’s now drenched in sweat. All his body is trembling. He looked up and saw Carmen’s body, still in the ceiling, now above him.
“How the hell did you get here? You were there awhile ago and now you’re here! And you’re already dead!” he screamed.
“ Shhhh! Be quite you dumb ass! Ma’am Girlie’s still here. Go to her office and ask for help.”
Drake ran to the executive office still looking at Carmen’s head dripping of thick red blood. He noticed Carmen was smiling…

The door was open when he reached the executive office. It was dark. He went inside and called out for his boss. No one answered back. He felt the carpet floor sticky, air is damped. He called out for his boss again. Silence.

The phone rang.

With trembling hands, he picked up the phone and held it close to his ear.
“Hi! This is Girlie, and you’re going to die now!”
Drake screamed drops the mouthpiece and ran towards the door. But before he was able to, it closed by itself.

Again, he heard Carmen’s voice. He looked up and saw her smiling face still intact in her mangled body.
“What the fuck is happening here?” screaming and fell on the floor.
“Hihihi!” Carmen laughed and flashed her bloody teeth.
“Ma’am Girlie, Drake’s here.”

Bones from Carmen’s body are now cracking.
“She’s coming…”
A hand slid from Carmen’s remains.
Part by part, Drake saw how Girlie came out from Carmen’s distorted body.

“Hi Drake! Did you have fun?”
“Who the fuck are you guys? Please let me go!”
“I can’t do that Drake. Let me switch on the lights for you so you can see me clearly.”
Drake screamed but no words came out.
What he saw made his mouth burst blood and his eyes popped out.
His brains liquefied and streamed out from his ears.
His stomach and intestines gushed out from his navel, squirting pressurized blood everywhere.
His liver exploded just as his kidney went out his rectum.
Before his body totally collapsed, his heart crawled through his throat and stopped at Girlie’s foot.
She picked it up.
And took a bite out of it.
“Hmm… This taste good!”

What did Drake saw?

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Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Incognito beneath the couch

Nothings quite unusual with this freaking setup. Same old, same old. You can’t even put your finger on it. Can’t tell what it is. Look closer and you’ll de damm disappointed. You won’t feel nothing. Nothing at all.

Let me see what I can do here…

Dog - eyed
I’ll start with these pathetic individuals who think that life revolves around stupidity. They consume too much air and use multiple penetrating glares on others. They walk differently, talk disturbingly, and laughs annoyingly.

I’ll karate-chop their throats. Break their necks. Hack their jaws using my foot. And piss on their mouths. Take that dog – eyed imbeciles!

Bitches in heat
Night after night, they stare on their glowing mirrors. They soak themselves with false beliefs that what they imagine will come true if they stare on the mirror longer than the day before.

I’ll squash their brains through their noses.

Star-studded freaks
They march chin up, head on. Like soldier ants in a hunt for an elephant. You always see them moving from point A to point B. Chit chat. Chit chat. Just like the Bitches in heat, they do this pestering chats to force themselves to believe that what comes out of their mouths makes sense. They ask enormous amounts of attention, and I you don’t give them that, they’ll set something or someone on fire. Since they’re a colony, their shapes vary. Some takes the shape of a rhinoceros shit. But most of them looks a lot like a drunken puke.

I’ll be taking time to annihilate these bastards. The rhinoceros shits will form 2 lines parallel to each other. For the first line, I’ll hack their knee caps with my trusted bolo. Second line, I’ll pull out their intestines, tie it in a rod, and spin it slowly. That should take care of those freaks!

And oh, I’ll piss on them too.

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Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Nurse Anna

“Nurse! Nurse! Nurse!” yelled the frantic father of a young girl with a steel pipe embedded in her head. Nurse Anna, walked slowly and gracefully, wearing a warm smile on her face, towards the desperate man. “Sir, please don’t panic, your daughter will be alright.” “How can my daughter me alright!?! She has a freaking pipe stuck on her skull!” He pointed to her daughter sitting on a stool. Oddly, the girl didn’t show any signs of pain, she was even playing with her doll, smiling. “Please… Help my daughter…” he pleaded. “Okay, okay. Please be calm, I’ll take her to the ER now. Fill up these forms and wait in the lobby. The doctor will see you after the operation.” Nurse Anna had the child sit on a wheel chair. As she pushed the chair, she hummed a familiar song to the little girl. Both of them were smiling. Blood now drips from the little girl’s head. The steel pipe was protruding from both ends of her head. Pinkish meat-like chunks of her brain are hanging on one end of the rusting steel pipe.
“Child, do you know who did this to you?”
“No. I just woke and when I looked in the mirror, I just saw the pipe in my head.”
A foul smell of rotting corpse filled the air of the operating room. Dark blood stained the walls, rusted medical apparatus pilled in one corner, and on the other, flies hovering over severed body parts.
“Lay on the table child. The doctor won’t be working today. He asked me to cover for him.”
“It’s cold in here.”
“Here’s a blanket. Now, be still.”
Nurse Anna wore her surgical gloves and put on her mask. She flexed her muscles, stretched her arms and shoulders. “Now I’m ready.”
She walked over to the child’s head.
“Be still. This will only take a minute.”, as she hold the pipe. She was now humming that song again. Both of them are smiling.
In a swift move, Nurse Anna pulled the pipe. Thick red blood rushed out from the now lifeless body of the child. It splattered on the ceiling, wall and floor. “It’s done! I’m good! I’m better than you, doctor!” A hanging body of a man was swaying slowly. Maggots are coming out of his eyes.
“I’m so good!”

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Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Shabby Chic

The janitor of a posh building in the middle of the metropolis, was diligently mapping the already shinny French marble floor. Oddly enough, the lobby was quiet. He can only here the humming sound of the massive air conditioner supporting the whole 97th floor. During that time, he expected hordes of people coming in and out of the room but there was none. Not even, Marjorie. The old fart always talks to her whenever he’s attending to his duties in the lobby. “She’s an angel!” He continued mapping the floor. An hour ago, Marjorie was rushed inside the boardroom. All the executives where sitting comfortably in the leather-upholstered chair. Regular employees where standing and lined-up around the large Italian table. “Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, Marjorie.” Truck loads of dutiful red blood cells rushed towards Marjorie’s face. She closed her eyes so hard; her skull almost sucked it up. Large gains of sweat formed perfectly aligned in her forehead, as if it’s ready for harvesting. A fat blood vein slowly but clearly appeared in her left temple. Everyone in the signature infested boardroom saw it. Her eyes still tightly closed, her lips drew an eerie smile. Inside her head, demons of all sort and sizes where squabbling around her. “It’s time.” One by one, all the tailored men in the room collapsed and screamed as both of their eyes popped out of their heads. Ladies, in their 4-inch heels, floated and were quickly plastered on the ceiling. One by one, their intestines crawled from their noses. The executives, who at the time of this monstrous and evil spectacle, were screaming their heads off asking for help. They’re rushed towards the door but before they could touch the knob, their heads blew-off. Chucks of brain splattered around the priceless paintings hanging around the wall. Violent blood dripped everywhere. Those, whose eyes balls were gone, stopped screaming as their throats were pulled out from their mouths. Instantaneously, their bodies were ripped off as if a pack of wild and rabid wolves were voraciously feasting over forest deer. Still hanging on the ceiling, their midsection burst and released all their organs. It made an organized pile in the spacious table. In just 2 riveting minutes, 35 individual were savagely slaughtered. This bestial and diabolic act made Marjorie comfortable. She opened her eyes. And this made her smile again. She wiped her Gucci shoes and walked towards the door. “I’m good! What’s next?”

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Friday, October 15, 2004

Sticks and Stones

From the east gate, stood a sea of men ready to spill blood over there land. From the west gate, a multitude of army waits patiently and upon command will destroy anyone who gets in their way. “Here me, East and West! I am your deliverer! The time is at hand to join me in my conquest. Now is the time to take what is rightfully ours! Join me!” shouted by a man holding a double bladed bolo. Beside him is a massive beast, dutifully licking its scales. “I will bring you victory!” A thunderous reply came from both ends. It was an angry answer. They stumped their swords over their shields declaring war.

Both great houses were ready. “Assemble!” echoed through the lands. Footmen positioned themselves in front of the line. Mighty knights are gathered at the back. Archers are at the middle. “Forward!” The colossal movement stirred up a dust storm. The earth rumbled as the army marched towards the center of the plane. “Halt! Archers! Lit! Aim …”

“I call upon the guardians of my father’s grave! Heed my call! I summon thee to protect his heir!” Dark clouds accumulated around the man. A multi branched lightning struck down at his left side. Albert, The Fallen One appeared. Beyond the dark clouds, a chariot riding in flames, strode down at his right side. Irkvan, Guardian of the Grave, bowed down and greeted him. “My people have been infected. Cleanse them!” Both obliged and bowed down. He disappeared with his scaly companion.

The Fallen One positioned himself in the east side and the Guardian of the Grave in the west side. “Fire!” Hundred thousands of burning arrows cut through the dust filled air, lighting the dwindling sunset sky. The trajectory is at the center of the playing field. The fallen angel raised his majestic sword and pointed in the sky. Again, multi-branched lightning came down from above and created a dome shaped barrier around the two warriors. One by one, the burning arrows dropped everywhere bouncing off when it touched the lightning barrier. The last arrow stopped 5 hours after it was released. The Guardian of the Grave, anticipating the knights’ attack, scooped up the sand, recited an ancient language, and threw the sand away. At the back of both cavalries, the knights’ are gearing up for their attack. When suddenly, they froze including their horses. A cool wind blew in their direction and piece by piece, the people’s greatest weapon turned into ashes.

The archers are gearing up for the second wave of attack. Before the lieutenants were able to say ‘fire’, Albert moved 2 steps from where he stood and returned his sword from its case.

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Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Horseman from the Milky Way

Twelve passengers are seated in a Batangas bound jeepney. Everyone is minding their own business. Except for the driver, who kept looking at his rear mirror. He’s murmuring something. The drive was a smooth one. Minimal traffic, cool November air splashing in their faces, and the landscape is a sight for a soared-eye. Still, the driver is uneasy. Kept murmuring something. Almost in a trance like pattern. One passenger noticed this and told it to her friend. “Look at the driver; he kept looking at all of us! Isn’t it creepy? Look, he’s smiling! I think he’s saying something?” “Don’t mind him”, her friend replied. Half on their destination, the blue sky turned gray. Dark clouds started to form and accumulated around the jeepney. The driver immediately made a full stop. This stirred up a big commotion inside the vehicle. The driver, still smiling and murmuring gibberish, went out and positioned himself in front of the jeepney. He raised both of his hands towards the dark clouds, and shouted “This is my offering! Take this bounty which I harvested from my fields! I am Irkvan, Guardian of the Grave, Warrior of Might! Accept my offering!” One by one, the passengers turned into dry pulp. All was left were their ashes.

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