Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25253035-20140821065641

It's already past midnight. I'm alone, drinking every drop of me Jack Daniels, probably 2 more bottles left. The bartender's gone, left me to me own problems. I sit outside in a table, just by the entrance of the bar. The highway's lonely too, and the city lamps were weak. Mosquito's been biting me hours, but no fuck I give. The mosquitos are me drinking buddies now, and at least they're fuckin' honest.

A man walked towards me from the dark. Sleek and shaved with a smiling face. He wears a marine jacket, tattered but still fancy. He came to me, smiled, and asked, "Can I join ya mate?"

I didn't anwer him, but he sat there anyways. He sucked on some silk cut and started talking. I could have sworn I saw him once or twice in the neighborhood, cause he looked so familiar in my eyes. When he talked, I didn't understand what he blabbed about, but felt disgusted with every words that came out from his mouth. "The name's Stanley, what's yours mate?"

I didn't answer nor did I gave a shit. He took a glass and poured some of me drink, before taking a pint. He was a jolly looking fellow. Very optimstic. He talked about his life, all of his greatest achievements. He talked about how he was an mvp in highschool. He said he graduated MA in Civil Engineering. He talked about how much he loved being with his friends and family, how much happy he makes them be. He talked about how his parents are so proud of him, how he was married to the most beautiful girl in the planet and how much they both loved each other. He talked about how they were going to have a baby soon. He bragged about how he managed to take his wife to all these beautiful places and met famous celebritites and politicians. Made himself a model citizen and a happy go-lucky person. Of how he loved being with people and how he loved God for giving him tomorrow. Practically telling me shit of how God blessed him.

To be honest I hated all that crap he gave. The guy is the sort of toxic cunt I hate so much to death. The type of idiot who thinks life has some meaning into it. That God is out there ready to help those who can help themselves (prick). That every problems is just an obstacle to get passed from. Me personally, I'm not that lucky. I dreamed too of being just like him. Being blessed, happy, and content. But no, God made me into a middle-class loser with no future. I got no friends, no achievement, no dreams, and my family thinks of me as a plague. So here I am drinking and wasting away.

The more minutes that passed by the more he became talkative. "yeah and after that, I kind of though I achieved everything you know. Then there was that bombing in 2005 in London. And I though, I'm a responsible citizen so I have to help out my countrymen. So yeah I joined the marines and went toured for 4 years. I still visited and called her all those times, and finally she got pregnant with my baby during me last year in service..."

"After Bin Laden was killed, me and many others felt happy that the world is now at piece and we went back to our homes. I was very excited to be with my wife and baby, of how long I missed them. When i arrived home though, my wife wasn't there. Her clothes was gone, and I was thinking maybe she got lonely and went back to her family. So I looked for her like a good husband will do."

"I went to her family's house in Liverpool, brought me flowers to give her (she likes that). When I arrived though, her parent told me that she was in Newcastle with George; a former classmate in her high school. That, I dreaded. George and my wife used to have a relationship back then. A powerful relationship. Me wife used to talk about him and compare me to him. George himself wasn't a rich man, nor was he anything of importance in existence, but he had charm that I didn't have. i mean... think of the most handsomest guy you've ever seen, either it be Steve Mcqueen or Tom Cruise,  multiple it by a million and it's still be a mile of from what George had. George also had this charisma, that whenever he walked girls' vaginas would vibrate intensely and shit. And I though that he must have seduced my wife from me. And I was scared, really fucking scared. That wanker is with me wife, but I believe she isn't that type of person. She ain't no slut, cause we loved each other and it was just the two of us and our baby against the world."

"When I arrived at this vacation resort in Newcastle I was couldn't wat for my wife to be finally be with me. I introduced myseld to the staff and they said she was in her room. So I walked to this hotel room, and when I finally arrived, the door was already opened so I went inside. And God I wished I didn't see what was inside. I saw me preganant wife, bouncing off of George. His dick inside her womb, touching my baby. Both of em were moaning like fucking animals and I was horrified and paralyzed. And it took em 5 minutes to find out I was just there watching. But instead of feeling sorry, both of em just laughed like it was some sick joke, and they went to this other room to finish it off. My mind was going nuts by then thinking of me baby being dipped in George's cum."

"I layed there traumatized and betrayed. When they were finally finished, me wife helped me to the sofa, and explained to me that she has been in an affair with George for 3 months now. But the worst part... the worst part was that she said she was going to leave me, for she found out that she loved George more than me. Then George butted in and talked about how life is unfair, how woman never really cared if a man is good for all they care are handsome faces and big dicks, and he described me as a pathetic and boring loser and how fucking interesting he was."

"After that they just left, and I was alone. I couldn't bear the unfortunate events that unfolded, and at that time i questioned why God would do these to me. I've been good in my whole life and why this shit would end like this. But the more i thought of it, the more i got pissed than sad. I grabbed my pistol from those old war days and hunted those two down."

"It was midnight when I found them. All partying and taking drugs and stuff, doing those immoral things. I stealthily followed them when they were getting home. And when i was in ranged I shot George right in the cheek. He fell down clutching. Oh damn you should know what it felt like. A handsome guy, very handsome guy, the type ladies think of prince charming and want to fuck with, in my feet begging like a sissy. I laughed at him, and I dragged his body to the trees just near the highway. I opened up his pants, and by God damn he had a big junk. I inserted my pistol in his ass and fired, and the bullet went through his whole body vertically. When the cunt was unconscious, I set me eyes to me horrified wife and dragged her deeper in the woods. You know that feeling when a guy hasn't fuck anyone for 4 years, and those lust is in him and all. So yeah I released all my lust to her. She was screaming to stop but i didn't mind, I was begging her to stop too when she was hurting me, but she didn't gave a fuck, so I just returned her the favor. After cumming I grabbed this rock and smashed both her shins with. And shit, the sound she yelled wasn't human."

"I was planning to put her out of her misery... but I didn't had the guts. I was a good person, I believed I was a good person. It's just in those circumstances when your dark side crawls in and takes over. I have always abide God's law and his promises, and i would never kill anyone. So I left her there and finally I'm here"

After that sick bastard told me that story, I have to admit that was pretty fucked up, and I let go half of my stomach away. He laughed at me like it was funny. So I fixed myself and asked, "So, what are you going to do now?"

"Me? I'll be going away. Far away and be gone. Away from here and die. There's nothing for me to live for anymore. But you? You fucking nihilist, you have the guts to do what I couldn't do. To give everyone else the middle finger and shove it." After that, he just stood up and walked away into the horizon. As he does so he shouted at me, "i wish i was you mate. To finally see how fucked up this world is. You know, there ain't nothing different between the two of us. Nothing really, and I'm glad i've met ya."

And he just dissappeared like that....

I was alone again. For some worth, I myself wished I was that guy. He was very optimistic,  very clean, very talented, very happy, verry blessed, but no, I was different, I was a sick loser with nothing else to be happy with. But in that moment I though, it made me different. I finally gave a shit to this stupid life. Because for me, why bother with problems, where there's always the greatest solution God ever gave to us; Death.

So I stood up, and made my mind sober. I walked to the woods, searching. I found George, still alive but with a bullet hole in his shoulder. "Please, no more. Please..." he said. So I picked up a rock and helped him. I threw it at his mouth so hard it shattered all his teeth like shrapnel. So yeah he'll be choking on the to death. As i hear his death rattle, it'll be the last time he'll ever touch other man's wifes again.

I walked deeper, and finally found the wife. She was still clutching her wound, with legs broken like twigs. She was leaning to a tree, tired and bleeing in the bottom. As i walked nearer, she looked at me, "Stan! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry baby please. Enough..."

I looked at her, and though 'poor girl, she could have had a better life if she didn't betrayed her husband like that'. So I sat near her and tried to comfort her. "I'm sorry maam, but I dont think Stanly isn't here anymore. But it's okay. I'm his friend, and I'm here to help you out from this mess."

Instead, she grabbed me by the ear and shook my head wild. "Damn it Stanley. Damn you! You gone crazy in that stupid head of yours! You sick fucker! Kill me if you want! Kill me! But pleeeaaaase! Leave my baby alone! Not my baby... God please!!!!" She said sobbing and tired.

Enough of this, i though. I stood up, and I kicked her in the head. I continued on and on until her skull was opened. I kneeled down in front of her and spread her legs, before inserting my hands insider her womb. She made an awful cry... but I continue. Her tears flooded but I gave no shit. She begged to stop, but I didn't. I finally grabbed the baby and pulled it away from her cum-filled womb. The baby, God she was beautiful, made a small cry. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

"Damn you Stan...you...lost your mind. You sick...sick...bastard...," she said before her voice melted away.

I walked from all this, with my daughter in my arms, and I though of how much does God wanted to piss people off just to make a show worthy in history. Stanley was a good man, a good person. The complete opposite of me. God i wish I was him... 