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Mister Dreadful

2009-04-07T03:31:00.000-07:00

He looked on at the people watching his flickering eyes.
- What did they call him?
- What the Fuck it that supposed to mean!?
He looked like a dead rat, on its back smelling awful and looking like vermin. I mean he is the unholy man with a price to pay. They shot people like him, not usually gut people like him though, he isn't any other piece of meat, he had vast intelligence.

Warm Melon Reaction

2009-04-06T17:47:00.000-07:00

Here's a story from cult writer Nathan Tyree who wrote "Mr Overby is Falling," exclusive to Jk storytime.

Warm Melon Reaction

It rubs the lotion on its skin. It does this slowly, caressing up and down, working the unscented white stuff on its hardening member. Sometimes it pauses at the end of the stroke to squeeze.
The flicker from the TV reflects Jodie Foster's button nose in its glasses. It pauses to lean foward to snort a short line. It used to be called Esteban. It used to wear the robes, and carry the sacraments. It's fingers used to tremble with excitement placing the host on the thick, pink, wet, beautiful tongues of young men kneeling before him; supplicants. It used to feel its heart race at the scent, secret hidden, of little girls chewing bubblegum. It used to absolve others. Now it looks to Buffalo Bill for absolution. As Bill, naked, arms spread in crucifixion says "i'd fuck me" Esteban ejaculates confetti and blood across the screen. Then it sleeps.

Drinking Something

2009-04-06T07:35:00.000-07:00

If there's anyone out there here's a new micro story called:
Drinking Something

I lay awake smelling of vomit and shit, my face is covered in semen from another client.
There are cans everywhere I just hope I don't pick up one with piss in it, so I smell it, It smells a bit like urine but I'll just drink it anyway.
Yeah that definitely is piss, but for some strange reason it tastes good.

give me your story

2009-04-06T07:23:00.000-07:00

Hi guys and gals later this year I'm going to publish a book not of my content, except a tiny story.
This will be an e-book containing many stories by you hopefully.
Young or Old send a story to my e-mail address: jonathankellyoim@googlemail.com word count limit on the an individual story is 8000 (eight thousand). Any one can submit more than 1 story.

JK StoryTime: The place Flash Fiction Lives

2009-04-06T03:55:00.000-07:00

Story One: Reckless

One falls in one's dreams. I've been pondering that theory for a long time, I fall every time I shut my eyes now -- the cold and hot air slices my deep marrow on impact, like glass shattering my bones scatter on the ground of each imagination, pain hits the sky and I wake up, in pain's calling.
Now 6 days have passed and my eyes fear the next dream, I don't know where I'll fall next, maybe a familiar place or an unimaginable hell.
Eyes look in every direction, except me, my head starts thumping, as I begin falling down an endless hole, I don't think I'm going to wake up this time.
Just the pale endless sounds of a painful death.
Sound makes my eyes shut tight and never open.
And what seems infinite stops, as they wake me up, my eyes open, my mind shatters, again.
They try to comfort my cold motionless body, shivering and dead.
My heart isn't ticking anymore and I can see death approaching me, but "NO", I SHOUT AS THEY FUCKING WAKE MY DEAD BODY! They wake me from death, and I need to shuffer longer, I don't get the rest I dearly need.