Her response makes him spray water from his nostrils. He accepts napkins from the waitress while pinching Lisa's love handle. Ralph spares her life because he fears missing her too much.
Masks make Ralph uncomfortable. He finds it hard to breathe underneath one. Although his hatred for wearing make up is strong, knowing how much Lisa loves applying it is why he allows her to paint his face.
Sometimes Lisa paints her face to look like a Panda but usually ends up looking like gene Simmons. Nancy distracts the cashier while her crew handle camera duty. Their souvenir's include an overabundance of surveillance footage and more chips than they knew what to do with. Stealing almost every bag in the store became a tradition. Hot Cheetos served as a treat for their victims. An exceptionally hilarious form of entertainment is feeding time. When the tracker realized he had stepped on a Hot Cheeto, he knew it was the them then immediately regurgitated his last meal.
Four maniacs have breakfast, while the man they set free takes down their license plate and memorizes their faces. He sees the driver leave the table and walk across the establishment toward the men's room.
A car horn breaks his concentration while someone inside the diner receives the finger. Fred rejoins his friends wondering why a complete stranger flipped him off.
Nancy hand made the simple white mask out of a pillow case with two holes cut out so Fred can see while wearing it. This is one of his favorite gifts from her. Inside of said perfectly fitting white hood reads:
"I know where you sleep."
The MEAN TEAM parks their van at a diner as Gina's shift is about to end. She notices blood on her patron's collar while refilling his coffee. With his eyes resting on a pack of cigarettes, he thinks about Gina's ass and his partner's cleavage. Fred, Nancy, Lisa, and Ralph pass his booth as their laughter fills the diner. They take their seats at a table in the corner of the room. Fred notices blood under his nails then heads to the restroom. Nancy is prepared to order for him if necessary. Lisa asks Ralph if he wants to share a milkshake. With a stolen family photo in one hand, he asks the fun blonde what flavor she would like. She waits until he has a mouth full of water before responding w...
The Hostage (3rd Stop)
one hostage is set free
to spread the legacy
of a sadistic ghost,
his dreamy girlfriend,
one playful blonde,
and that perverted clown.
Their vehicles of choice are vans and they prefer couples as hostages.
One day, the mistake of letting the wrong man go is made, for his new mission in life drives him to a level of insanity matching their own.
At The Motel
The morbid recordings found in room thirteen became evidence. Their bizarre rituals haunted the dreams of those lucky enough to survive a night with this twisted band of misfits.
A note written in blood on the VCR read "Watch Me."
His favorite family photo stolen from home four months ago was found on top of the TV with two faces X'd out and his wife's circled. His daughter was completely removed from the picture. Her pool of blood formed a heart shape.
Every year they have a road trip to somewhere new. Moments of bonding bring them closer together. They play games, sing their hearts out, steal cars, and rob stores. Between the team of four, hangs for breasts and two dongs. Fred Is the man of Nancy's dreams. Lisa dips her skinny fingers in blood to paint a smile on Ralph's face in honor of their last adventure together.
They want our hate to blind us. If we fight, they win.
Troops will die.
Terrorists will die.
I refuse to exploit tragedy in exchange for praise.
Victims of recent acts of violence will be honored and remembered.
Implying threats against those who trespass against us will not change the past.
Lost lives cannot be brought back. Attacks can be prevented, but is antagonization of our enemies the appropriate response?
All are entitled to their opinions.
Of the many things I do not condone is profiting from events that have taken place recently.
As I write this, my mother's words are heard in my head.
An issue in need of a resolution is discussed over breakfast between partners of the opposite sex at their favorite diner. Normally, she gives him her toast and he finishes her coffee. Today, she clears her plate and takes her coffee to go. Her partner's view of the waitress's ass is blocked when she exits the booth and intentionally reveals her cleavage to the man she's had breakfast with every day for 8 years. She hates that he no longer hides ogling other women. He reminds her about the surprise party this weekend. She rolls her eyes and reminds him to be early. He texts his partner a heart emoji before she gets to the door. When she get's to her car, she honks the horn ...
The impression she made on him was not easy to forget. Every word from her was exactly what he needed to hear. When she told her driver to run over that man in the middle of the street, her demand was met with a puzzled look. She pulled out a gun but the driver slammed on his brakes. Her face smashed into the dashboard. The struggle over her gun was short, ending with a headshot and broken glass. A weak hand reached for a cell phone before realizing how hard it would be to speak without teeth.
Eleven years ago, they met at a bowling alley, exchanged stories over fries and chicken strips, and played air hockey. Today, she walked back into his life without aging a single day. He was surprised to see her. She convinced him to take her for a ride as she knew a place they could go to be alone. When they reached their destination, she revealed why she got back in touch after her extended and unexplained absence. Her story of becoming a waitress was rather uneventful to say the least. He told her he still played Pokemon on the GameBoy she gave him. After exchanging genuine smiles, they shared a kiss. With her gun at his temple, she asked for his keys and if there was anything she needed t...
Not understanding why he had a ziplock bag containing teeth and a cell phone in his jacket drove him to question his sobriety. His memory was terrible lately and he couldn't explain why. He called a number on the cell phone then received a text reading "literally cannot talk rn." Hours later, after rolling out of the trunk, he stood up to hand the waitress his mystery ziplock bag suggesting some of the contents might belong to her.
It's dark. He can't tell if his eyes are open. Familiarity strikes. This isn't his first time waking up in the trunk of a car. He remembers a diner, the phenomenal ass on that waitress, and the fucking coffee. He's now 98% sure who's car he's in. He thinks about smoking. The muffled voices of a man and woman come to an abrupt end when the vehicle comes to a sudden halt. What feels like a mild earthquake is followed by the simultaneous sound of a gunshot and shattering glass. After a few minutes of silence, the car is in motion again. Speed is picked up quickly. The driver makes a sharp turn then speeds up again. The radio volume is increased as a call is made over the car's bluetooth. No one ...
His collection of trophies grows with every stolen heart broken. He's running out of room. He'll need more space soon. The smell of gasoline and sound of crickets reminds him of his first time. Her teeth and cell phone keep slipping out of his pocket so he puts the items in a ziplock bag and recounts her teeth before storing the evidence in Trunkman's front jacket pocket and closes the trunk for good.
Headlights watch her from a short distance. The driver observes her figure. She feels eyes on her as his vehicle seems to wink with it's passenger side blinker.
Externally, he always seemed calm. When her parked car caught his eye, an overwhelming sense of alarm caused him to pause. He casually canvassed his surroundings with his composure kept tightly. A familiar ringtone was the last sound he heard when an unsuspecting vehicle swept him off his feet.
Writing Prompt: "Duality"
In the comment section below
1. List 3 of your good traits
2. List 3 of your bad traits
He sat in a car for hours with his eyes glued to the house that had two vehicles in it's driveway. One bullet was for Judas, the rest were for the whore.
It was time to commit
the premeditated crime of
passion that was bound to
happen. He stepped out of the car to approach his betrayers. Before reaching the door, a flash of blinding light stunned the gunman. Silence was broken by cries of laughter as friends and family emerged from the dark to celebrate his 34th year of being alive.
He wondered if their father's condition was hereditary. His sister buried herself in work. They rarely talked about the past. Tonight was their cousin Rocky's birthday. There's going to be a big party. Jerry told everyone to car pool so an abundance of vehicles in front of the house wouldn't ruin the surprise. Speaking of surprises, his sister couldn't find dad's other gun. Rocky's recent lack of socializing and mood swings reminded the siblings of how their father behaved around the time mom died.
She sat alone waiting for her partner. According to the last text she received from him, he'd been on his way for over an hour. Just when she was about to leave, his hand touched her shoulder. He sluggishly slid into the booth, filling the empty space in front of her. He looked at her cup, then signaled to the firm assed waitress for a refill. A small drop of blood on his collar told his partner the type of night he had. She passed him a pack of smokes while lighting a cigarette and asked if their issue was resolved. He reached for the sugar with a smile and told her, "I quit."
Before she was a waitress and a member of the squat squad, her father began losing his mind. One night, he told her to use his gun to shoot a pack of cigarettes off her brother's head. Her aim was not an issue. The siblings were concerned with their father's state of mind. This was a potential opportunity to put dad out of his misery and stage a suicide. Ever since their mother passed, dad was different. Some nights he fell asleep holding his gun, which is why she started hiding it. He became convinced that someone had stolen his gun and was going to kill them in their sleep. In an effort to calm him, she explained why she kept his gun. She didn't know he got a new one. Dad had final...
He couldn't get all the blood out of her car and thought about setting it on fire or letting it get stolen. There was enough cash left over from their last job together to start over again somewhere new. They were both tired of running. Every time they got comfortable, the looks they received from strangers that lingered too long prompted them to run. When it came to getting their hands dirty, she noticed his growing hesitation.