Posts by Selina J

28 Year Old From London I have started many projects but always fail to finish them. Therefore probably just going to write about Unicorned Squirrels From Mars if that’s okay with yourself

Fell8: The Part With The Burnt Pork Scratchings

Elena had a lot to be concerned about. She had almost been killed by the man who employed her as a Housekeeper. But having narrowly escaped, she presumed she had found sanctuary in a passing car. However the occupants of the vehicle appeared somewhat reluctant to come to her aid.

Instead the blonde seemed more intent on arguing with the brunette in the wedding dress than coming to her aid.

Elena banged on the bonnet  in frustration. She grew increasingly impatient for the two women to finish their conversation. The tinny clash of her hand hitting metal attracted the attention of these things that wandered around.

She had not even begun to process why there were throngs of men walking around, their penises protruding, carrying out such acts of barbarity.

It weren’t just any men; she knew them. The sight of the kindly old gentleman who trims the hedges crushing in the skull of Mildred from the Woman’s Institute with his engorged member is not something anyone really should see.

Yet the streets of this well kept neighbourhood were littered with the bloody debris of this inexplicable rampage.

Why and how this was all happening would be a question to ponder when she was in a safer place. She’d be in that safer place if the two occupants of the vehicle would stop chatting and open the fucking door!

She smacked her hands down on the bonnet once more and that is when she saw him. More accurately she smelt him first, her employer, lurching towards her, his cock proud and he was on fire.

Elena sighed, taking one final look at the bickering couple in the car. She was going to have do this alone with no help from anyone.

She was used to having to do things for herself. Elena was raised in a rural part of Romania by just her Mother. They were poor but her Mother did all she could to provide for her daughter.

In later years Elena would reciprocate that love by caring for her Mother when her health rapidly declined. When she eventually passed away after a long and debilitating illness Elena wanted nothing more than to get away. Caring for her ailing Mother had taken its toll on Elena and she needed a fresh start.

Moving to London provided her with that possibility; this vast metropolitan city full of opportunity. With her Mother’s passing there was nothing left for her in Romania. It would be London where she would finally live that life she deserved.

That was the plan, at least. Her new life did not begin as she would have hoped; contrary to the story she found the streets of London were certainly not paved with gold.

She got by doing the odd underpaid job here and there but the all to familiar reality of poverty soon struck her. The need to eat pushed her closer to the lure of the criminal gangs who’d want to pimp her out to whatever horny guy cared to pay for her.

Elena resisted the temptation for as long as she could but the hunger in her belly was enough to defeat her wavering sense of pride.  But before she submitted herself to this life fate fortunately intervened.

A friend of Elena’s, indeed her only friend in London, told her of a job opportunity for some well to do family in Chelsea.  It was nothing more than glorified slave labour but, nevertheless,it was a roof over her head and meant she didn’t have to spread her legs to make a living…..Or so she thought.

The family she worked for seemed quite pleasant enough. The husband had his own Consultancy firm so would spend a lot of the time in his office at home. He barely paid much attention to her when she would bring him lunch or clean up.

The wife worked in television and once Elena got used to being spoken to like an idiot they got along just fine. The wife had a patronising tone when speaking to anyone. This was more pronounced when talking to Elena; the wife clearly assumed coming from a foreign country meant there would not be an automatic understanding of the basics of housework.

Nevertheless, the wife knew without Elena she would have to do more round the house which certainly did not suit her schedule; especially on a Thursday when she had Yoga with Paulo.

All was going tremendously well for Elena and then the son came home from university. His intentions towards Elena were immediate and obvious. He wanted to fuck her.

This young lothario intended not to woo her by compliments and avoided actually getting to know her. He was simply going to have her and any resistance would be quashed with threats of dismissal from her job.

Elena therefore submitted herself to his grubby whim. As she lay underneath him she would remind herself of the beautiful home she now resides in and how things could be so much worse.

Occasionally she did allow herself to daydream , that perhaps he would one day lean in and kiss her, tell her he loves her and they would marry so that she would be their equal rather than their servant.

His contorted , sweaty red face was not one of love but of lust. She was merely a preferable option to masturbation. Just an object he could take and use whenever he wanted. Someone he could brag about to his mates at the rowing club.

Elena would get a respite from his horny advances when he returned from

university of if he went travelling. That was enough to keep her sane.

When he was gone she could reflect only on how fortunate she was to have such a good job. Only occasionally,when cleaning his room, would her eyes drift to the bed and she’d be struck by the shame of what he has her do there.

Nevertheless she remained happy and content and then the husband begun showing her some attention. Previously he’d hardly noticed her with only the occasional grunt of appreciation when she brought him a sandwich.

Then very much like father like son he had her. In his study one afternoon his hands began drifting over her legs and without warning they were soon between them. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his groin. Before long she was on her knees pleasuring him.

There was a distinct difference between the father and the son. The latter would be rough, uncaring, cruel. He didn’t care about her.  All he wanted was a living doll to perform whatever perversion he was currently into.

The father on the other hand seemed kinder, more gentler.  He was reluctant at first to give in to temptation, not that Elena ever purposely tempted him.  But sexual relations between him and his wife had become strained, verging on the non-existent.

Their busy lives (and possibly the fact she was being fucked regularly by Paulo) meant intimacy was a thing of the past.  His sexual pleasure now confined to memories and his own hand.  Occasionally, his wife would indulge him but that only sought to prolong his frustration.

He liked it when she sucked him.  Yet any pleasure he derived from having that act performed had eroded. From the moment he entered his wife’s mouth he could only think how it may be months before he would experience that feeling again.

That’s what was on his mind when he noticed Elena in the study.  In a moment of frustrated arousal, he saw her differently.  No longer was she was a faceless employee but a way to relieve his frustration.  She was paid to serve and he needed servicing.

Elena dutifully obliged.  What choice did she have? Not that she had much opportunity to consider her choices, no sooner had he been in her mouth he was out again with the horny deed done.  He rested back in his chair uttering a thousand apologetic words.

The husband’s feeling of guilt was not enough to stop him wanting it again. The daily routine soon become bringing him is sandwich followed by Elena getting on her knees and sucking him off to completion.

Occasionally he’d want it more than once a day.   Any moment alone could see him insist on being in her mouth.  That is what Elena assumed he was after on this night.  Yet something was different.  He was a lot rougher, so much so she thought for a moment the son had made a surprise visit home.

He was pushing against her, she could feel his arousal.  His hands moved up to her throat.

He’s trying to fuck me!

This surprised Elena because not once had he wanted to have sex with her.  In his weird twisted way he had assumed having just oral sex was not really cheating on his wife.

His hands gripped round her throat tighter as he pressed his remarkably hard penis against her.  She would have agreed to have sex with him if he had asked.  But this was not asking.  It felt so wrong.  Elena struggled to free herself from his grip but his hands tightened around her throat.

She was struggling to breathe as his fingers dug into her skin.

No! Not like this.

Through gasps of air she pleaded with him to stop but he persisted. She could hear his low grumbling moans, the staleness of his breath on her cheek as his arousal pressed harder against her, it felt like it could break through the material of her trousers.

Panic begun to set in and Elena flayed her arms and legs, desperate to break free, but he was too strong.

Elena didn’t believe in God, she had seen too many horrific things, her faith eroded away by one tragedy after the next. But in the moments that followed she was prepared to re-assess the existence of a higher power.

When the husband commenced his attack Elena was in the process of washing up. The water from the tap had been running throughout and soon escaped the confines of the metallic sink and flowed onto the floor.

Whilst the husband had strength, he lacked balance and his feet begun to slip on the pool of soapy water that had formed beneath him.

He fell back taking Elena with him and they both crashed into the cooker. The husband attempted to regain his balance, grabbing at whatever he could.  His surprising strength caused him to rip at the cooker, exposing wires and the hissing sound of gas filled the room.

Free of her attacker Elena attempted to escape but found her journey slowed by the slipperiness of the tiled floor.  On hands and knees she crawled to what she hoped would be the safety of outdoors.

The bubbling water flowed defiantly towards the exposed electrical wiring as the husband managed to free himself from the temporary shackles of the cooker and in a similarly haphazard way begun his pursuit of Elena.

She managed to reach the expansive hallway and took a nervous look back. Elena saw the husband crawling towards her, his protruding penis scraping along the floor.  She turned, the knowledge of pursuit offering her a burst of speed.  She could see the front door…her safety and then…….

BOOM!!!!

A fireball swept through the house and sent the fleeing Elena through the front door.

She awoke face first on the neatly manicured front lawn.  Her ears rung and as she lifted her body from the ground she became immediately aware that every part of her hurt.

Gritting her teeth Elena lifted herself up and disoriented she looked on at the street where she lived, the street that once provided such security and comfort was now a war zone.

She rubbed her temples as she witnessed the bloody end of many of her neighbours as these things mercilessly ripped them apart.  She could not move at the sight of the sheer horror of this destruction.

Elena heard a noise from back inside the house and there she saw him.  The husband stalked through the charred hallway on his way towards her.  The flames emanating from his body did little to slow his journey.

Panicking she looked around and there she saw it – the car.  Despite every step causing significant pain she made her way towards it.  She did not look back but she could hear him….smell him. But the occupants of the car would help. They would be her salvation… wouldn’t they?

****

“Why do I have to go out there?” Lorna asked

“Because you know how to kill those things” Veronica offered.

Lorna looked out as this young stranger desperately tried to evade the lumbering clutches of what used to be a man….who was also on fire.

“So do you.  In fact you killed the last one” replied Lorna.

“Well there you go” Veronica said with a smile “It’s your turn.”

Still confused as to how a man can be on fire but still happily able to chase someone Lorna suggested “Maybe we should both go.”

“In case you’ve forgotten I’ve just witnessed my entire family and friends be slaughtered” Veronica replied “I’m still quite upset by that.”

Lorna sighed and gripped the door handle.  She wondered how many times Veronica was going to use that as an excuse.

“Fine…I’ll go” Lorna muttered as she opened the car door.

She immediately ran round to where Elena was and introduced herself “Hi I’m Lorna”

Elena responded very abruptly “What took you so long.”

Lorna was about to respond but the nearing presence of Elena’s flaming former employer alerted her to more pressing matters.  Instead she gave a reassuring “It’s okay.  I know what to do” which was probably more for her own benefit.

Poised on her knees she waited for the right moment.  Ignoring the shrieks of “What the fuck are you doing” from Elena she readied herself for what had to be done.  That’s when Lorna noted the problem.

“Hey…Veronica…Sweetie … There’s a problem” Lorna shouted.

Veronica cranked the car window down slightly and replied “What problem?”

“His cock is on fire”

“Blow it”

“I intend to but I need to put the flames out first…. Do you have any water?”

Veronica searched through the car and announced “No….I think you drunk the last of it.”

Lorna, acutely aware of the presence of the flaming man, turned to Elena and asked “I don’t suppose you have any water do you?”

“Why do you need water for?” queried Elena.

“I just need to put the fire out on his cock so I can put it in my mouth.”

Elena just stared at Lorna and was about to respond when Lorna shot her a look to indicate the urgency of her request.

Elena limped back to the house all the while confused by the request.  The blast had damaged a lot of the interior and water flowed from the kitchen.  Slipping and sliding she desperately searched for a receptacle for the liquid. She could hear Lorna shouting out

“Hurry!”

The erect inferno neared closer to Lorna as Elena searched through the scorched shell that was once the kitchen.

“Anytime now would be great”

In her haste Elena would lose her footing and a sharp reminder of her injuries would soar through her body.

“Quickly!”

He was closer and Lorna could feel the heat emanating from him.  Elena found a pan and begun to scoop water inside it.

“Fucking hurry up!”

Lorna would apologise later for her crude impatience but having got this far already she did not fancy being killed by a guy with a burning cock.

With as much speed as her injuries would allow Elena made her way back out the front.  She saw the husband so close to Lorna.  In desperation she flung the pan and water landed all over the flaming attacker.

Steam rose from his protruding penis and Lorna gave a few quick blows before taking it in her mouth.  Within moments Elena’s former employer lay dead on the floor, his head nothing more than a bloody pulp.

Elena had so many questions but as Lorna retched and puked on the floor she thought it best not to ask them straight away.

“Fuck..that tasted like burnt pork scratchings” Lorna exclaimed “Does anyone have a mint?”

“I think you had the last one” replied Veronica through the crack in the window.

With nothing further said about what had happened Lorna and Elena got into the car.

“Look” said Veronica “These things are all going in the same direction”

All three occupants watched as these lumbering powerhouses with their protruding penises all moved along the same path.

“Where do you think they are going?” asked Elena,

“Who cares” said Lorna as she started the car “If they are all going that way, then we are going the opposite way.”

When you learn to drive you are taught many things.  However, appropriate road etiquette during an apocalypse is not one of them.  Any rules of the road no longer exist and who has the right of way is something that does not need consideration.

It is the ignorance of driving in an apocalypse and the absence of any rules which caused the two cars to collide with each other.

Fell8 : The Part With The First Dance

Lorna ran through the vast interior of the upmarket hotel, her only guide were the loud screams in the distance.

Such was her intense focus on  the location of the desperate cries, Lorna paid little attention to the scenes of devastation that adorned the elaborate corridor.

Body parts no longer attached to their appropriate hosts were strewn along the floor. The expensive carpet was soaked with blood, the crimson consequence of whatever evil had occurred splashed up with every stride Lorna took.

The screams became louder as she neared the source of the petrified pleas. Lorna had no idea what had prompted such cries. If she had stopped to think about it, paused to take in her surroundings and the scenes of utter carnage around her then she would be forgiven for just turning around and running in the opposite direction.  Yet she had resolved to follow Veronica and would not stop this pursuit until she found her.

But why? Lorna had only met her a few hours beforehand and most of that time had been spent arguing with each other. They were from very different backgrounds; Veronica came from the more affluent part of the city, her accent and manner all indicating a life of privilege  and wealth. Lorna, on the other hand, was from the other side where you had to fight for the slightest morsel of comfort.

In normal times these two could never be true friends, centuries of a class system designed to keep everyone in their rightful place would see to that. But these were certainly not normal times. Something had happened. Something bad. At that moment they were the only two who weren’t dead. Lorna felt a desire to keep it that way.

She followed the screams towards two large closed doors. A mutilated body leant against the dark oak panels. The prettiness of the purple dress worn by the newly deceased was marred by the brutality of her demise. The jaw ripped from what was once an attractive face.

Angry crimson  flowed from the jagged gaping hole that was now to forever be her mouth. Lorna wanted to throw up as she stared at the disfigured corpse.

She stopped her macabre study of the body when she realised the screams from behind the door had stopped. There had been something oddly comforting about the persistent cries from Veronica, it had meant she was still alive. The sudden cessation of that sound filled Lorna with dread that poor Veronica had met a similar end to the jawless purple dress lady.

Nervously, Lorna put her hand on the handle and her ear against the door, straining to hear any signs of life. The only sound was a low hum as if music was playing. Taking a deep breath she pulled down the handle and opened the door.

The vast ballroom was dark save for the sporadic multi coloured lights flashing from the DJ booth. The sparkles from the glitterball above rained down onto the shiny dance floor where Veronica stood gazing at something in the distance.

Lorna made her way towards her, almost slipping over on a pool of blood that seeped from another female guest, this one missing both her arms.

She reached the edge and put her hand on Veronica’s shoulder.

“Hun, we got to get out of here” Lorna said.

Veronica turned to face Lorna, her eyes were red from crying. Having witnessed the mutilation of her closest family and friends it was a surprise she could still stand.

“It’s Richard” she replied in a hoarse voice which Lorna could barely hear over the music.

“Who’s Richard?” Lorna asked.

Veronica did not respond but turned back and gazed towards a dark corner of the room where a smartly dressed man emerged.

Lorna watched as this tall figure, she presumed was Richard, lumbered slowly over to the dance floor until he was only a few feet away. She could see his clothes glistened with blood. He could have been a victim of the horror that had occurred but Lorna spied a thick angry cock clearly on display.

Lorna leant in and spoke to Veronica “Sweetie, I don’t think that is the Richard you know.”

But Veronica ignored her and moved to the centre of the dance floor, face to face with the man she loved. Two lovers illuminated by the sparkles from above as the melody of Power Of Love by Jennifer Rush blared out from the oversized speakers.

Lorna tried to shout out a warning to Veronica but her words became lost amongst the rising notes of the seminal 1980s love ballad.

All she could do was watch helplessly as Richard grabbed Veronica pulling her across the shiny floor.

The bride adorned in what was once a splendid wedding dress, now ripped and soiled in blood, slid along the floor . The Groom dressed in his finest morning suit, stalked after her, his cock, proudly exposed, leading the way.

Lorna wanted desperately to help but found herself frozen, unable to intervene she could do nothing but watch the tragic choreography unfold.

The glitterball above perfectly spotlighted Richard taking his beautiful wife’s face in his hands. His fingers dug deep into her skull, Veronica’s mouth opened in an expression of pain. Strangely with Jennifer reaching the big notes it did for a moment appear that Veronica was singing along.

Lorna tried to push herself forward but she doubted she could reach them in time. Through the dull illumination of the lights, Veronica glanced towards Lorna and gave a look that told her not to worry before  appearing to recommence this bizarre karaoke.

Lorna looked away, she had no desire to watch the finale of this macabre reunion. The song that was to be their first dance ended, punctuated by the sound of Veronica and Richard’s union coming to a bloody and violent conclusion.

For a moment the room was bathed in a calm silence. Breathing heavily, Lorna looked towards where she had last seen Veronica. The bride’s body was slumped over, the glittering lights illuminated the blood that ran down the previously brilliant outfit. It was fresh.

Lorna could hear her own blood pump through her ears as she made her way slowly across the dance floor to the scene of horror just a few feet in front.

The silence of her brief journey interrupted by music which started playing; with no DJ present in the booth the CD  had switched automatically to the next track.  The Lion Sleeps Tonight echoed across the hall.  Whatever feelings Lorna had about that particular song it didn’t really reflect the sombre mood of what had just occurred.

She reached Veronica and nervously extended her hand out to touch the bride’s blood stained shoulder.

“I’m so sorry hun” Lorna said mournfully.

Veronica turned around revealing the headless body of her husband behind her. His hand rested listlessly on his chest, the ring that had symbolised their union sparkled with every revolution of the glitterball.

Till death do us part. Or perhaps more Till I suck you off and your head explodes.

Did Veronica know this would have caused Richard’s demise? Or did she fancy one final intimate moment before she joined her friends in being brutally slaughtered?

Whatever her reasons that is what she had done. With Richard’s fingers pushing hard against her skull she had taken him into her mouth and…. Splat!

Lorna knelt down next to Veronica and hugged her. She had no idea what else to do. Veronica spoke, her voice was hoarse from the grief she had emitted and it may have been all the ‘weema-wehs’ that boomed from the speakers but Lorna thought she said “He was just so big.”

There was no good reason to remain at the hotel, everyone was either dead or missing. The occasional crash alerted Lorna to the realisation that they may not be totally alone. She had no desire to investigate, no real willingness to bump into whatever it was that those men had become.

Lorna took a swig from a bottle of wine that was nearby. She knew that keeping a clear head was probably the more sensible thing to do but such were the scenes of annihilation around her she needed to dull her senses.

Nothing made sense and in those circumstances what was the point of trying to think about it.

She looked over at Veronica who had not moved since her husband’s head exploded. Eighties music still blared out, the jaunty pop jingles a juxtaposition to the sorrowful and broken figure of the bride.

She had lost everything in the most awfully violent way. Was this happening elsewhere? Was it happening to her friends and family….Lorna shut down that thought process with a huge gulp of wine.

Such was the fragility of keeping it together Lorna just focused on one thing. She dismissed any thought of searching for anyone else who may need help. She ignored the growing fear that this horror may not be isolated to the hotel. No. The only thing she concentrated on was leaving this place as soon as possible.

Lorna got to her feet and wandered around the hall. Not to examine the gruesome remains of the victims nor to ensure none of the erect maniacs lurked in the shadows; with her stomach rumbling she was on the hunt for food.

Lorna walked towards a long table that was the home to a bountiful array of finger food. The recent carnage had meant there were now actual fingers within the food.

Then she spied them, an entire tray of chicken nuggets. Her stomach roared at the thought of being replinished but the glitterball shone a warning light over them, dark red covered the delicious bites.

Even if Lorna had been tempted to play the ‘Blood or Ketchup?’ game the presence of a human head put an end to any thoughts of a banquet.

She swigged from the bottle and addressed Veronica;

“Come on  hun we need to go.”

“Go without me. I just want to stay here… I don’t care if I die.. Not now. ” Veronica replied.

What could Lorna say? She did not want to leave Veronica alone, the thought of her submitting to being ripped apart would weigh  heavy on her conscience.

But Lorna was not a counsellor, she possessed no skills that could assist in a situation like this. Even when her own friends would suffer a bereavement the best she could muster was a sad face emoji before waiting a couple of weeks to ask if they were okay.

Through the blissful haze of alcohol Lorna tried to think how she could motivate Veronica to move;

Sorry  your mum died being cock slapped by some maniac but…..

I know everyone you ever loved is either dead or now a monster however…..

You clearly have nothing to live for and it’s unlikely there is any hope for anyone of us although…

“Some of your friends and family may have escaped” said Lorna.

It was a complete lie of course but it did cause Veronica to momentarily break her melancholy and respond “Really? Do you think?”

Lorna took another swig of wine “Yeh. Sure. When this all started I’m sure some would have got away.”

She instinctively gestured to the dismembered bodies on the ground and quickly withdrew her hand and continued.

“They’ve probably gone towards town. It’ll be safe there. Governments have plans for these sort of things.”

Lorna didn’t know if this lie was just for Veronica’s benefit or for her own. She persisted with her optimistic yarn.

“There’s no guarantee this is happening in town and even if it is the army would be out, protecting everyone and getting them to some safe zone.”

By the time she had finished describing this utopia of sanctuary Lorna wanted to rush straight there herself.

This promise of safety made their current surroundings all the more evident. Although the stench of death had been with them from the moment they walked in, it now filled her nostrils. She tried dampening the putrid stench with the more floral smell of the wine…. and if she’s not mistaken a hint of oak.

For Veronica the idea that some of her loved ones may have escaped was enough to get her to stand up. She grabbed the wine bottle from Lorna and took a long hearty gulp.

Wiping her mouth she said “Come on let’s go.”

The return trip to the car was unpleasant but thankfully uneventful. It did take longer than Lorna would have liked but Veronica would fall into her everytime she witnessed the gruesome destruction of one of her guests. Lorna herself was not very steady on her feet, which was probably more to do with the wine than the corpses.

They reached the car and Veronica took one final look back at the dream venue of her fairytale wedding. It seemed implausible to believe that only hours before it had been the scene of such joviality.

Those assembled to witness such a loving union would have laughed, drank and smiled. The tortured faces of the corpses that littered the courtyard displayed none of those emotions.

“Are you sure you are okay to drive?” Veronica asked Lorna as she closed the car door.

“Yeh all good hun” Lorna replied “Besides, I think tonight the Police might be a little occupied with other things.”

Lorna started the car and headed back down the long dirt path. They were going into the heart of the city. That’s where Lorna believed they would be safe.

There would be a plan. There would be sanctuary. That is what she kept telling herself as she accelerated through the murky woodland. Veronica was on edge, staring out the window like a curious puppy. Reacting to every shape as a potential friend who needed their help before shouting at Lorna that she was driving too fast for her to see properly.

Lorna just wanted to get somewhere safe as quickly as possible. One on hand on the steering wheel, the other fumbling on the dial of the radio desperately scanning for some sign that everything was going to be okay.

They eventually reached the familiar urban streets with rows of houses all brightly lit by the comforting orange glow of lights.

It should have been then that they relaxed. The horror of the hotel miles behind them.

There should have been either  army trucks ferrying survivors to the sanctuary or alternatively simply nothing; just the monotonous dullness of a normal street, blissful confirmation that this horror had been confined to the hotel.

What they did not want to see is that brutal devastation of the hotel replicated on a much larger scale. Yet that is exactly what they drove straight into.

The streets were littered with dismembered bodies , the culprits of the devastation skulking in search of their next victim.

Thoughts of any sanctuary faded rapidly. If there had been any question as to how the guests at the wedding may have met their grisly demise then Veronica and Lorna were treated to a live repeat.

They choked back tears and vomit as they watched whilst arms, legs or heads were ripped from their screaming owner.

Veronica and Lorna looked at each other. Through the fear and disgust in their eyes they engaged in a silent conversation as the brutality continued outside.

Should they help? Could they help? Didn’t they know how to bring down these monsters? These ruthless killing machines now occupied the streets, anyone else seemed to have perished.

Lorna put the car in reverse just as someone banged on the windscreen. It was a girl, frantically slapping her hands against the glass. She needed to be saved from the monster who pursued her.

Lorna’s foot hovered over the accelerator.

The monster was on fire.

The Randomness Of Selina : Year 2 Day 15 : The Hypocrisy Of Comicsgate

For today’s entry I want to look at Comicsgate.

Now for those who do not know what Comicsgate is I am not going to go through the whole sordid history. There are plenty of articles out there that do so and you should read them.

Another reason is that having spent 72 hours reviewing and engaging with this hashtag it seems to mean different things.

Although it appears predominantly their mission statement is that the current output of comics particularly from the Big 2 (Marvel & DC) is only looking to appeal to a certain demographic to the exclusion of others. Further, they wish for more professionalism and accountability of the creators when dealing with consumers.

Their answer is seemingly to be the exact opposite. The problem is they’re not.

In summary – it’s all a bit hypocritical.

The Comicsgate movement have repeatedly stated what they stand for and in doing so it becomes a standard to judge them by. Not my standard that I have imposed on them, their own standard.

So let’s take a look at some of those standards and see how they are doing.

Demographics

Firstly, dealing with the output of comics. Let’s assume for a minute that they are right about the Big 2 alienating demographics for the sake of just one.

If they want to fill this apparent void then from what I have seen their answer is to make comics solely for their own demographic.

This appears simply to be having titles involving women with big tits, liberally use the word ‘slut’ and throw in the odd gang rape for good measure.

Whilst arguably there is nothing wrong with a group of people making comics they want to read, the arguments put forward by Comicsgate supporters go further – They are going to do right what Marvel and DC do wrong.

But if the charge against the Big 2 is they are excluding particular demographics then how does doing exactly the same make you any better?

Now I’m sure in response some Comicgators will say that I haven’t seen all the comics. I am happy to accept that and indeed would go further and say I actually saw some that looked pretty good and would be something I would buy.

But if the subpar regressive comics of some Comicsgators cannot be held to be representative of the movement as a whole then neither can the more mainstream ones.

In speaking with a few people that align themselves with Comicsgate they still read and enjoy the odd comic from the Big 2.

In short, if Comicsgate were a brand then their output to a wider demographic would be at best a few decent comics amongst a load of undesirable ones. How is that any different from the charge they throw at Marvel and DC?

Creators v Consumers

Turning to creators having better respect for the consumers.

Comicsgate has been fought out in the bubble of social media. The problem with social media is that you can get validation for any viewpoint.

Originally the unpleasantness of Comicsgate begin with some creators pushing back against criticism from people who identified with Comicsgate.

But it has since grown and non creators have got involved. People who love comic books but don’t like what is going on. Whatever their view they are consumers.

Outside the bubble of self validation there are a number of consumers criticising Comicsgate. The response by Comicsgators is to clap back and sometimes in offensive ways.

They have become so determined to push back at any criticism they have forgotten who they are talking to. They are no longer just throwing back insults to a creator who they do not respect, they are attacking the very people required to sustain a comic book market.

Yesterday I tweeted someone who is creating a comic and supports comicsgate. Despite our difference in views I felt his idea was interesting and it’s been on my radar to support it.

I expressed the view that I did not think it was very adult to knife a female comic character in the breasts (he incidentally was not doing that but was gleefully goading someone who was). Within a few tweets he suggested I had a mental illness.

Blacklisting

Finally, I want to address another allegation that gets thrown about by Comicsgators. Blacklisting of creators because the Big 2 do not share that person’s views.

The reason I’ve spent 72 hours delving into Comicsgate is because a non-pro creator that I follow tweeted criticism of Comicsgate over the weekend.

Inevitably many who support Comicsgate came to give their view. Now I don’t have a problem with that. Everyone is entitled to an opinion and to express it (providing they do it respectfully).

My problem with it was as a result he was quote tweeted with ‘Don’t buy this assholes work’, which was then subsequently retweeted.

For what reason? Simply because he held a different view to them.

This was not a decision by reading a sample of his work and saying ‘No not for me’. A number of Comicsgators flatly refused to buy solely based on his views yet in the next breath would complain that the Big 2 are doing exactly the same.

Conclusion

I do not know how all this will end. I certainly do not have all the answers.

I’ve expressed this opinion as a consumer of comics for many years. I love comic books that have been a huge part of my life.

And look I get there are issues with Marvel and DC. Believe me they are not perfect by any stretch of the imagination.

Often I have been left disappointed or bewildered by some of their output.

But it’s important not to conflate that frustration and believe that Comicsgate is the solution.

They arrive on their apparent mission with baggage and as I have shown above they are no different to what they perceive the Big 2 to be.

As the saying goes Beware of False Idols.

Thank you this has been my TED Talk.

The Randomness Of Selina : Year 2 Day 14 : My Great Comic Book Idea Evolves

Regular readers and followers on my Twitter will have noted that over the weekend I had an epiphany.

Previously I had lived my life assuming that comic books were for everyone. I had believed that has we evolve so do comics ensuring an inclusivity that means no-one, whatever their age, sexual orientation and race is left out of the magical medium of comic books.

Turns out that’s all bullshit and what people want is scantily clad women shooting stuff.

So this inspired me to start work on my own comic and although it’s only been 24 hours there have already been some changes.

My main focus has been to work on really cool names for the Group(s).

For the scantily clad women I have created the Secret Lady Ultimate Tactical Service (S.L.U.T.S)

The buff men who team up with them will be known as Dudes Into Covert Killing (D.I.C.K)

Now some of them were originally in a regional group of buff men called Very Angry Guys In North America (V.A.G.I.N.A)

There is a complex back story to all this and it can be summarised as follows;

D.I.C.K came from V.A.G.I.N.A. Although they now just prefer D.I.C.K but happy to be in S.L.U.T.S when it suits them. S.L.U.T.S can work with both D.I.C.K and V.A.G.I.N.A.

All clear? Good. I think this is shaping up very nicely, don’t you?

The Randomness Of Selina : Year 2 Day 13 : Scantily Clad Women Go On A Top Secret Mission

So earlier today I decided I was going to write a comic that takes inspiration from when comics were great. Apparently, they are really rubbish now.

I did some research about what people consider to be a great comic. Helpfully there is this guy on YouTube who does videos about what’s great and what’s rubbish.

So I think I will do a crowdfunded comic that really pays homage to the what was once great.

The working title is Scantily Clad Women Go On A Top Secret Mission With Buff Men.

However I am toying with the idea of calling it Super Tactical Slut Force.

Now I have zero writing experience in comics and so appreciate that you may be reluctant to part with money for a comic.

So below is an example scene which I think you agree is amazing.

Slutface reaching up to grab her TITS*

(* Tactical Intelligent Titanium Suit)

Hank : Hey sweetcheeks need a hand?

Slutface: I’m trying to get my TITS so I’m ready for the mission

Hank (grabbing at Slutface’s voluptuous breasts) : You mean these?

Slutface (giggling): Oh Hank. We don’t have time. An army of buff men are on their way to attack us. They will be here any minute.

Hank (grabbing her breasts tighter): We’ve got time.

Slutface: They will be here in five minutes and you are such an amazing lover and you know I can’t resist

Hank: I know. You’ll want it a second time

Slutface: And I can’t have my own desire for your buffness risk the base being destroyed.

Hank: The sacrifices you make for your country.

Slutface: I know. Now help with these TITS.

…… Haaaannnk – the other TITS

So there you go. I’m gonna make comics great again.

Fell8 – The Problem With Corpses

If there had been time then Veronica most certainly would have asked Lorna why she was giving a handjob to a headless corpse.

No doubt if time allowed Lorna may have tried to explain her actions. To have argued that she was not in fact engaged in some dubious sexual act with a dead person. Indeed, she may even have had the opportunity to clarify that all she was doing was wiping her DNA of his cock before intending to dump the body.

However there was no such time for any of this. No sooner had Veronica approached the car and screamed and within an instant of Lorna responding with a scream of her own, Veronica found herself being wrestled to the ground by the man who had so relentlessly pursued her through the woods.

Lorna stared at where the screaming woman in a wedding dress once stood. It had been a strange night already and judging by what had just happened it was going to get a lot stranger.

Lorna released her grip from the penis she had been so fervently cleaning and with some reluctance opened the car door to investigate the welfare of the screaming Bride.

As Lorna walked round to the front of the car she could hear desperate screams, followed by the sight of the woman in a wedding dress straddling the head of a guy, his hands clawed away at her legs and behind.

“Is everything okay” Lorna enquired, probably a little too politely for what the situation required.

Veronica turned and screamed “He’s trying to fucking eat me.”

“Oh in that case I’ll leave you two alone.” Lorna replied ready to walk away.

“Where the fuck are you going? Come here!” Veronica shouted, desperately trying to avoid being dragged down onto the gnashing teeth of her assailant.

Lorna turned back, her attention was drawn to the rather large black cock that protruded angrily from the guy’s trousers.

“Look if this is some kinky sex game you guys are playing I really am not in the mood for this” Lorna replied “I’m having a really bad evening.”

Veronica shot Lorna a look designed to indicate that this was no game. Frustrated that the blonde lady clearly wasn’t getting it she followed up with the more direct “Fucking help me! He’s trying to kill me.”

Much to Veronica’s annoyance there was still some reluctance on Lorna’s part to actually assist, she seemed distracted with the sight of the large black penis. A further scream shook Lorna from her transfixed gaze of the throbbing member.

“What should I do?” Lorna asked

Veronica raised her eyes “I dunno ask him nicely to stop” she said before shouting “Hit him!”

Ignoring the sarcasm Lorna stalked around the guy who was still flailing and gnashing at Veronica. She was unsure exactly where to hit him and the impatient cries for assistance were more a hindrance than a help. Panicking she spied the cock once more and opted that this was the best place to attack. With a large swing of her leg Lorna’s foot connected perfectly with the thick meat.

AAARRRGGGGH!

Lorna hopped around, confused as to how it ended up hurting her more than it did him. She stared back at the penis which showed no sign of damage.

“Yeh, that don’t work…I’ve tried” Veronica said, bouncing up and down to avoid the guy being able to get a firm hold and drag her to her demise.

“You could have said.” Lorna replied, rubbing her foot.

She looked to Veronica for some further guidance as to what to do but she was a little preoccupied trying not to be killed. Scanning the dark car park Lorna spied a discarded metal pole. This has to work. Returning to the guy’s exposed penis she held the pole high above her head and with all her strength brought it crashing down on to the shaft.

Nothing.

Lorna inspected the pole which had bent slightly before gazing back at the unscathed penis which still stood proud with no sign of the assault that had just been carried out upon it.

More confused than angry she begun hitting the seemingly invincible cock repeatedly with the pole.

“Why”

Thwack!

“Won’t”

Thwack!

“You”

Thwack!

“Fucking”

Thwack!

“Work!!!”

Then it broke….

Not the penis as Lorna had hoped but instead the metal pole. Veronica turned around looking for a positive sign that her ordeal would soon be over but all she saw was Lorna gesturing to the damaged weapon with a shrug.

With her panic rising and her strength failing Veronica knew that it was only matter of time before her death would come. She couldn’t really blame the blonde, she had tried her best albeit probably not with the initial enthusiasm she would have expected. But if repeatedly hitting this guy between the legs with a metal pole is not going to stop him then what possibly could? She could feel her muscles relax as her body began to shut down and her mind accepting her fate.

Lorna stared helplessly as the strong arms of the guy began to get a firmer hold on the bride. She had tried to save her but now could do nothing but watch the gruesome conclusion which she had failed to prevent. There must be something else she can do? But what?

It was unclear why Lorna chose to do what she did next. Maybe, at the moment of desperation she hoped that she did possess some odd super power. Perhaps, she just opted to revert to her go-to talent. Or it could be that she just really wanted to suck on that desirable black cock and felt the best time to do it was why he was distracted.

But that is what she did. Lorna lowered to her knees and gripped the thick shaft with both hands. Her lips wrapped round the dark, pulsating head as she fed his length into her mouth.

It was at this point that Veronica looked round, perhaps her intention was to take one last mournful look back before she died. She probably expected to see Lorna’s tearful face, a final look between them to recognise she was grateful for the attempts to save her. What she had not expected was to see Lorna sucking on her soon-to-be killer’s cock.

“Hello? What the fuck are you doing?” Veronica shouted rather indignantly.

She would have continued. Gladly in her final moments to have unleashed a tirade of abuse at the blonde who had chosen now to be an opportune moment to perform oral sex. But just as Veronica went to spend her final breath swearing at Lorna she was interrupted by a wet popping sound. The relief she felt of her attacker’s grip loosening was quickly replaced by a sticky feeling between her legs and a reminder she was not wearing panties.

She fell back on top of her attacker and saw the bloody mess where his head should have been.

“What did you do?” Veronica asked turning to Lorna who was in the process of dry-retching onto the floor.

Lorna crawled and sat against the front of the car. All she could do was shrug. She had no clue what she did or indeed what was going on. She looked up and saw Veronica standing over her, her confused expression illuminated by the headlights of the car. Such was Veronica’s preoccupation of the strange turn of events she did not notice a piece of the guy’s brain drop from between her legs. Lorna did and continued with her dry-retching.

Veronica waited until Lorna had stopped throwing up before she declared what she wished to do next.

“I need to go to the hotel” she said “I need to make sure everyone is okay.”

Lorna had other ideas, still reeling from the events that had occurred she replied “Hun, I think we need to go find help.”

“Where? Who? Look there are loads of people back at the hotel. You know…safety in numbers” Veronica said, casting an eye back towards the woodlands “Plus my evening guests will be arriving soon.”

Lorna run her hands through her hair as her gaze fell upon the headless body of the attacker. She was attracted to Veronica’s suggestion of safety but remained troubled by what was happening.

“I dunno maybe go to a Police station. Tell them what happened…If anyone can believe this shit.” Lorna concluded with a laugh, she was back to the same problem that had preoccupied her just before Veronica arrived. Her thoughts returned to the other headless corpse which still remained in the car. One guy’s head exploding after a blowjob was strange enough but two? Something was going on but without the slightest clue what that something was how could she decide what was best to do. How could she explain it to anyone?

“But town is miles away.” Veronica said, interrupting Lorna’s contemplation of events “The hotel is just up the road. Look, we can go there. It’ll be safe and we can work out what happened.”

Veronica had a point. Whatever, was going on trying to make sense of it all in a deserted dark car park was hardly the place. Plus, Lorna’s stomach was rumbling and she presumed that Veronica would have put on a nice buffet for her guests. Maybe there would be chicken nuggets.

Lorna got to her feet and nodded her agreement to accompany Veronica to the hotel “However, we do have one thing to deal with before we go.”

“What?”

Lorna opened the driver’s door and indicated the headless corpse that occupied the seat. “What are we going to do with him?” she asked.

Whilst the temptation was just to leave both of the dead bodies in the car park it was agreed albeit with some reluctance that they needed to take them on their journey. Admittedly, neither Lorna nor Veronica were thinking entirely clearly but if they were to go to the hotel and tell all what had happened it would probably be best to have some proof.

Although, Veronica’s nearest and dearest would be present, even they might find it difficult to believe that a guy’s head just simply exploded. They did discuss whether they should mention the reason why the deceased guys no longer had heads and it was agreed to only mention it if anyone asks. They hoped that the assembled guests would just simply accept they are headless without pushing for further information as to how that came to be.

Having decided that the two corpses would be coming along with them the next issue was where to put them. The obvious place was in the trunk of the car but actually getting them in there proved to be quite difficult.

Firstly, removing the guy from the front seat was far more troublesome and time consuming than it ought to have been. To be fair neither had ever removed a headless corpse seated in an upright position from a car before. It would have been quicker if Lorna and Veronica had not spent minutes arguing who was going to unhook the seat belt. Veronica argued that as Lorna killed him she should be the one to unhook him. Lorna’s only retort was that she didn’t want to do it.

Therefore she leaned over to unclip him, the button dripped with blood and other matter. She gagged as she reached round to release him, his penis still stood proud and Lorna whacked her face on it several times during the task. Eventually, after much fumbling and gagging she heard the satisfying click and the sight of the belt retracting. Returning to Veronica she expected some praise but was just met with the belated suggestion of “Wouldn’t it have been easier if you had reached in from the passenger’s side?”

With the dead body unrestrained the next step was to get him out of the car. This was relatively simple albeit a little bit messy. Lorna grabbed the bloody shoulder and just pulled on him, he flopped out landing on the floor with a squelch. They had to pause moving onto the next phase whilst both women threw up a little.

The final part of actually getting the cadavers into trunk was the most difficult. It started slowly with Veronica protesting that she could not possibly lift a dead body as it would ruin her dress. Lorna pointed out the bottom of her dress which was stained in the blood of her attacker; a good ten minutes was then spent with Lorna comforting a distraught Veronica and telling her she still looked beautiful.

Although it was only a couple of feet from where the bodies lay to the trunk it may as well have been miles for the effort it took to move them. No sooner had they gone a few inches but Veronica would drop the body screaming “It touched me! It touched me”. When they got moving again Lorna would have to pause why she dry-retched again.

Eventually, they managed to get both inside which had required some rearrangement, clearly hatchbacks were not designed to fit two dead bodies in the trunk. Any pride they felt over their macabre achievement quickly diminished when they attempted to shut the lid. A quick slam of saw the indentation of the head of the attacker’s penis form in the top before the trunk popped open again. Lorna slammed the lid down several times upon the firm meat until it eventually burst through the metal.

Eager to be away from the eeriness of the deserted car park they decided to leave the trunk open and just make their way to the hotel. As they pulled away they heard the sickening squelch as the attacker’s body as it rolled out onto the ground. Exhausted and reluctant to go through the effort of getting him back in the trunk again Lorna just drove off without him. One body would be enough proof.

The route to the hotel took them up a small dirt path sandwiched between woodland either side. Veronica played with the radio on the way there desperate to see if there was any news that could explain the strange phenomenon they had experienced. All she kept getting was static. That sound combined with the gloominess of the straight dirt road made Lorna feel uneasy. They had chosen to go to the hotel for safety, she really hoped it would be there. She could see through the dimness the outline of the hotel. What she really wanted to see when they arrived would be a party in full swing, that those present being perfectly oblivious to the events that had occurred.

As she drove to the spacious grounds of the hotel Lorna’s heart sunk. Illuminated by the headlights was a scene of carnage. Adorning the front of the hotel was this beautiful water feature. Yet the beauty was marred by decapitated bodies that filled the spacious bowl. The water now run thick with blood. The hotel was not to be their sanctuary.

“Oh my God! No! Please no!”. whimpered Veronica, tears streaming down her eyes.

Lorna put the car in reverse her instincts told her to get out of this place right now. She had no idea where to go but at that moment it was anywhere else. But before she could turn the car around Veronica rushed out and ran towards the entrance, ignoring Lorna’s cries of “Get back in the fucking car!”

Lorna listened to the car engine hum and cursed loudly as she whacked the steering wheel “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

She reluctantly got out of the vehicle in pursuit of Veronica. She had joined her here with thoughts of safety and chicken nuggets. Now her only thought was to save Veronica because if the sounds of screams was any indication she had ran into a whole lot of trouble.

Fell8: The Part With A Wedding

I love him so much but….

Veronica thought this countless times a day. She truly did love Richard but… There she goes again.

He was remarkably handsome, with a perfectly square jaw line, piercing blue eyes and wonderful blonde hair that naturally fell into place but…

He was successful too. Already rising through the ranks of a Corporate law firm. He would make Partner within a few years and financially the perfect life would follow but….

Richard was kind, a supporter of many humanitarian charities and always treated Veronica impeccably. He was utterly devoted to her and would not wait for special occasions such as Valentine’s day or birthdays to surprise her with some token of his love but…

For her part she loved him with all her heart. When he had proposed marriage to her she felt genuine excitement. He was her Prince and she was his Princess. Veronica knew this fairytale would last forever but…

He had an incredibly small penis.

It wasn’t just below average in size, it was ridiculously small. Veronica had often joked during the early part of their relationship that he reminded her of a doll she used to play with as a child; perfect teeth, perfect smile, great abs. The first time they had sex she pulled down his underwear and was faced with the same anatomical features.

Framed against his wonderfully muscular thighs his penis just looked odd. It was as if it had been attached as some minor after thought.

Sex with Richard was therefore incredibly unremarkable. Most of the time she could hardly feel him inside her. He barely touched the sides. She only knew that he had finished when he rolled off her. There were occassions she was on top and he had to, rather embarrassingly, advise her she’d been riding thin air for the past five minutes.

Richard knew she faked any enjoyment during sex. They never spoke about it, it was their elephant in the room; although perhaps using an animal with such a large appendage was not the most appropriate metaphor.

Despite the lack of sexual fulfilment Veronica dutifully remained loyal to him. Not once did she stray. She did truly love him after all.

It was therefore with some hesitancy that she sat in the Bridal Suite of the hotel staring at the bulge of a particularly large black cock, which most certainly did not belong to Richard.

Veronica had not planned on having an illicit liason, especially  not on her actual wedding day.  She had plenty of opportunity to get her feel of an actual sized penis during their five year relationship, but the fact remained she loved him. She had received countless offers to have sex with others but declined them all. Richard was all she wanted.

However it was during the wedding ceremony a thought had invaded her mind. The Vicar was making a big deal about Richard and her spending the rest of their lives together. Then without a warning a voice inside her muttered;

You’ll only have his penis for the rest of your life.

It caught her totally by surprise and she stumbled through the rest of her vows. The assembled guests presuming she was tearful due to the emotion of the day.

During the photographs this thought grew making it difficult for her to concentrate. An elderly couple approached to give their best wishes and through a forced smile all Veronica could think was;

Just his tiny penis for fifty or more years!

This was then followed by wondering if, as he got older, his manhood would shrivel with age. Would that even be possible?

It was these thoughts that led her to approach the handsome dark stranger. To brush her fingers over his groin and give him a look that could only mean one thing. If she just had it once then she could live the rest of her life blissfully with Richard.

So with everyone downstairs waiting for the evening’s celebration to commence she found herself in her room ready to put these intrusive thoughts to rest once and for all.

Veronica had contemplated stripping out of her wedding dress but with everyone waiting for her she would not have the time to get it back on. Therefore she slipped off her panties ready to climb on top of her mysterious lothario and then back downstairs in time for the first dance.

She bit her bottom lip as she watched him approach. His cock bulging through his tight trousers, she could almost see it throb. Her eyes momentarily lowered, perhaps a pang of guilt of what was about to occur.

Please forgive me Richard I’m doing this for us.

She became bathed in a shadow as he stood over her. His hands on the top of her head, moving down through salon styled hair to her thin neck.

She could see his impressive bulge closer, perhaps it was a trick of the light but she swore it was going to burst through the fabric of his trousers. His grip round her neck began to tighten.

“Hey not so rough” she said, trying to slap his hands away.

Rather than releasing his grip he squeezed harder and any arousal she may have felt quickly turned  to panic.

His large hands easily wrapped round her throat, thumbs digging into her trachea. Veronica tried desperately to release his hold, nails clawing away at his thick fingers.

She had no idea why this was happening but as he continued to squeeze she really did not have the time to contemplate his motives. But if she was to be found strangled to death on her wedding day this guy better have a fucking good reason for doing so.

Breathing was becoming harder and Veronica began spluttering as her hands flailed widely, slapping and clawing away at his muscular arms.

If it weren’t for the black spots flashing before her eyes she would have noticed that his cock had in fact burst through the confines of his trousers. Although it would have been unlikely Veronica be in any mood to perform oral sex. She was no longer concerned with penises of any size she just wanted to not die.

Okay life. Lesson learned. I’m not going to cheat on my husband.

Veronica knew she was moments away from her life being extinguished, when the black spots would merge plunging her into eternal darkness. She needed to do something. Find a weakness. Make him break his constricting hold.

Through the flailing and choking  she remembered something her Mother had once said;

If a guy ever attacks you kick him in the balls’

Her Mother had passed on other useful advice but that one seemed the most appropriate for her predicament. So she kicked her attacker hard between the legs, the pointed toe of her expensive shoes making perfect contact.

Yet he did not fall to the ground as Veronica had hoped. He didn’t even flinch. She tried again putting all her weight behind another hefty kick, yet it produced the same result.

He leant in harder clearly sensing Veronica’s demise was imminent. One final desperate kick did not bring him down but the combined momentum of his lunge and Veronica’s kick pushed them both back.

It was a momentary respite. Veronica took a gasping breath as his grip loosened. The feeling of her lungs being filled with precious air gave her hope that she may escape this deadly encounter. She can survive this.

Then she went through the window.

Her assailant followed her with his hands still firmly round her neck.

They say in the moments before you die your life flashes before your eyes. All Veronica could think of was how all rather embarrassing this is going to look. When they find her she’ll be dead, wearing no panties and with a guy laying on top of her with his cock out. Richard would be devastated.

She also wished that she had chosen somewhere on the ground floor to have this liason.

If her intended infidelity was being punished then during the descent towards her death life decided she had learned her lesson. Halfway down they hit a window box. This caused them to turn in mid air so he would be taking the full force of the inevitable collision with the floor below.

They hurtled downwards at speed with glass, wood and flowers joining them on this journey. To Veronica it all happened in slow motion. Her attacker still relentlessly squeezed her throat. He only broke his grip once they hit the ground with a sickening thud. As glass reigned down upon her she became consumed by the darkness.

Veronica spluttered back to life immediately aware of the pain that raged through her body but thankful she was still able to feel pain.

She hobbled over to a nearby bench where she contemplated what to do next. Go inside, tell Richard about the attack. Sure, she’d leave out a few details but her attacker lay dead on the floor so he wouldn’t be adding anything to the conversation.

She began to sob. It was her wedding day and someone had just tried to kill her. If he didn’t want to have sex with her he should have just said rather than  throttle her.

She may have intended to cheat on her husband before the ink had barely dried on the wedding certificate but the guy had tried to kill her. That made him worse. A lot worse.

She therefore felt no remorse that he was dead and Veronica turned towards where the lifeless body lay. One more look at the bastard who ruined her special day before she goes inside to tell her tale of woe.

As her eyes focused on where they had landed she was somewhat surprised to see nobody there. He had disappeared. She knew this was the correct spot because debris was spread around and a pool of blood indicated the point where skull had met concrete.

She stood up, rubbing her aching head with bewilderment. Silently, she walked towards the puddle of blood. Her quiet, slow progress towards the red ooze was disturbed by a noise from inside. Was that her assailant rampaging through the hotel?

Nope. He’s standing right in front of me

He lurched towards her blocking any chance of her reaching the sanctuary indoors.

What the hell is happening? It’s my wedding day!

There was only one thing to do and that was to run. Her only route was across the field towards a wooded area.

When she spent weeks agonising over what dress she would wear for her magical day there had been a number of requirements. It had to transform her into a princess, it had to look expensive and it absolutely must highlight her fantastic behind. As she commenced her escape she wished she had indicated a ‘must be able to outrun homicidal maniacs’ requirement.

The tightness of her dress meant she was unable to take a good stride. Veronica attended the gym three times a week and was in fact something of the sprinter at school. Yet the dress was so constricting it made her run like one of those wind up robots.

Thankfully, her pursuer was not fast. He lumbered behind, dragging his left leg, blood dripping down his face. A fall from height will do that to you. Veronica hoped he’d eventually pass out. But he didn’t and what he lacked in speed he made up for in tenacity. He showed no signs of giving up the chase.

Veronica encountered further hazards on route towards the woods. Her heel sunk into the soft wet ground further slowing her already sloth-like escape.

At one point her heel came completely off. Veronica looked back to see the embellished crystals glistening in the moonlight. Her eyes moved from her submerged shoe to the sight of her attacker still relentlessly pursuing her. Her survival instincts told her to leave the shoe where it was and continue towards the woods. But her shoe was so pretty, the sparkling crystals calling out to be rescued. Plus she remembered how much they cost her.

She hopped back to collect it, slipping it back on her foot with a few more hops. He was closer now but so was the safety of the woods. She turned and although her ribs cried out in pain, her head throbbed, her legs did not move and she had to retrieve her heel on another three occasions she managed to disappear into the wooded darkness.

Once there she leaned up against a tree and panted heavily. She allowed her eyes to adjust to the blackness created by the trees. It was quiet. Then she heard the sounds of branches cracking as her attacker joined her in the darkness.

At some point on her painfully slow journey towards the woods she had convinced herself that once inside her attacker would just give up. Why would someone relentless in trying to kill her dare follow her into a dark wooded area where no one would be around to save her?

Veronica immediately regretted her choice of sanctuary and now thought a better option would have been to do laps of the field until he bled out. Instead she had decided to run away from where everyone was and now found herself alone in the woods with someone intent on killing her.

Yet she desperately clung onto this fading hope that everything would be okay and she could return to her wedding celebration.  As she moved through the woods her dress snagged on protruding branches and bushes causing her to yelp in pain. Not because she was hurt but her dress was getting torn and would look awful in the photos of her first dance with Richard.

After every few feet of negotiating foliage that had no respect for a well designed dress she would pause. Turning back the darkness provided no assistance in locating her pursuer. It was only the crack of a branch that provided the much needed encouragement that she needed to go on.

Although exhausted and the state of her dress made her want to die she was buoyed by a light she saw ahead. Like a horse she bolted for it; well more like a horse wearing a very tight dress.

Thin, prickly branches lashed out at her providing the unneeded confirmation that she was in the domain of the attacker. Wood, mud, leaves and a discarded drinks can all conspiring to bring about her demise.

No! I will not die in these woods. In this dress. Not today.

Through gritted teeth she pushed towards the light emerging into a deserted car park. Her heart sank. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting the light would provide – a row of Police all with their guns out ready to shoot her attacker? A Bridal store that could fix up her dress? Anything?

She stood still ready to accept her deadly fate. She could not run anymore. She began to cry again. She would die here. Alone and in a ruined dress. She didn’t even get to see what was in the big present her Uncle Joel had given her.

Then out the corner of her eye she spied potential salvation. A solitary car and it was occupied.

Finding a final burst of energy she made her way towards the car. The door was open and the occupants were clearly in the midst of a carnal act. Their performance illuminated by the internal light.

She ran towards the front of the car. Her suspicions of the sex act confirmed. The female was stroking the male’s penis but… the male did not have a head.

Veronica screamed.

Lorna screamed.

The attacker screamed as he burst through the woods.