Grueberwhateverthefuckfest: The Haunted Abortion Clinic (646 hits)
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Submitted by ShapeShifter (View user info) at 2007-10-03 13:17:11 EDT
Karen moved to Beaumont coming on three years ago after her mother died from an unexplained medical phenomenon dubbed spontaneous human combustion. Doctors supposed that her mother may have had a drug problem, possibly with methamphetamine, which is created using highly explosive materials that may have built up over time in her system to cause a chemical reaction. All Karen knows is that her mom was always wrapped up in a hand-knitted woollen blanket when she came home from school. The day of her mothers' demise, Karen came home, entered the house and yelled the patented "Hi, Mom. I'm home" but received no response. Habit and the smell of smoke drew her to the living room where the recliner was ablaze, her mom screaming in pain, trying to pat herself but only succeeding in catching the blanket on fire. She screamed again and again, "Your sister, Karen, I'm sorry, your sister, Karen, I'm sorry" and the final words were "Ruheton Hill."
The words clung to her as fire, rescue, and police squads responded to the two fire alarms going off in her quaint house. They escorted her away in an ambulance as a precaution to make sure she hadn't suffered any burns or smoke inhalation. Weird, she thought that she might have inhaled...her own mom. That didn't make the plaguing question go away, What was going to happen to her? If her father couldn't be found, at the age of 13 she would become a ward of the state. Though she had never met him, he hadn't travelled too far. He lived two counties over in a small town named Beaumont.
She arrived at his trailer a husk of her former self, with very few words left for society or a general lackadaisical, carefree, worriless outlook on life. If God could be so cruel as to let Satan come upon the earth, light her mother on fire, and try to mercilessly drag her to hell then who really, truly could she have faith in? Karen was sure that her mother was in heaven but it didn't ease the pain of losing the only lifeline she'd ever had.
Her father was clueless. Joe, a complete sot, was a mechanic, if you could call it that. He collected half-working cars in the 1 1⁄2 acre lot that surround his 400 square foot trailer and lived off welfare, food stamps, and other government freebies. He always had a beer, was always under a hood, was always cursing about something. Always, always, always — but he never really did anything in Karen's eyes.
Joe was truly sorry for her loss and did the best he could to comfort her and once offered some advice:
"Dealing with loss is—"
She cut him off,
"DON'T!"
He passed out several seconds later on the couch. She was forced to sleep in the only bed, his bed, which was decrepit from neglect and age. It was during the summer that they started to form some sort of relationship, albeit a relationship that should have never taken place. She spruced the place up, taking up chores of scrubbing the mildew off of the floorboards, washing the sheets, towels, blankets, doing the dishes that were piled, emptying the trash, and other tedious tasks that needed the delicate touch of a young woman to handle. As far as trailers were concerned it became a cozy and comfortable place to bunk, and that would have to do for now. They didn't talk since the initial attempt at consolation but she noticed her father checking out her work from time to time.
When she started school at the end of the summer she turned he back on her former self. Once a diligent student she now turned to activities involving alcohol, drugs, and copious amounts of unprotected sex. She fucked a few guys at a time during the first month of school and that, of course, got around. She was renowned as the town whore now and was treated as such. Any attention was better than none.
She came home equally as drunk as her father and it took him until the fifth time to notice.
"Are you drunk?" Joe quizzed in slurred words.
"No more than you, useless old man," she replied.
"What makes you think you can talk to me that way?"
"I'll talk to you however I want!"
Joe snapped and for an instant moved with sober clarity right up to the moment after he smacked her hard enough that she spun away from him, reeling back and spitting blood in his face.
"I'm sorry," he huffed while cracking another beer "I didn't mean to..."
She stared daggers at him for what seemed an eternity and when he finally returned the gaze something came over her. Her body loosened, became warm, her young, 13 year old vagina became moist, and she began undressing.
"What—what—what are you doing?"
Karen was now fully undressed and walking over to her father with supple breasts bouncing ever so delicately; starting to disrobe him. He hardened in his pants, his pulse all but stopped, and she shushed him into a stupor. He grabbed hold of her arm with a drunken fervour only to be captivated by her innocent gaze. For a moment he saw his ex-wife trapped in her body. The eyes pierced his soul, rendering him helpless on what was sure to be a reckless ride. He did what any re-born father would have done and slammed hard into her vagina, thrusting deeper and deeper. With one last grunt and thrust he drove his semen into her now hymeneal body as though he was re-birthing her.
He collapsed into a drunken slumber while she lay there, streams pouring down her face. This man, this father that she barely knew was now one with her following an act of utter disgust under the auspice of sexual outbursts. He was lying there, caked with sweat and reeking of alcohol. She sat for what seemed like hour and actually was, muttering the words over and over again.
Joe awoke to words that he had long forgotten and a bilious taste in his mouth. Vomit was on the precipice of exploding when he opened his eyes and saw his young daughter watching him in contempt. Contempt for what he did not know. What had just happened? His eyes were caked with a sebaceous fluid of sweat mixed with his own tears. He, too, cried only he did it in his sleep. Then he heard the words again. Clearly he heard the words!
"Ruheton Hill, Daddy, Ruheton Hill..." Karen spoke in a percussive voice that reminded him of a siren.
He knew. He knew what happened just a short while ago. He cracked a beer.
"Soon, my child, soon."
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Several months passed and neither of them looked at each other or spoke a single word until a cold, misty night when he was dead sober. He grabbed her arm, much in the same way that he had done on that night and took her to the car. He drove through the crescent moonlight at rocket speeds, white knuckling the wheel, shifting violently, and pushing the El Camino to limits it hadn't seen in 20 years. She knew where they were going once he decided to look her in the eyes. Her belly was starting to show, just slightly, and it had caught his attention. She was staring at the window when she felt a slight pinch on her arm. Seconds later, things became blurry.
Karen awoke to a dingy room, with limited light spilling out of one lamp. She was strapped to the table, legs in stirrups, hands individually bound by her side, thighs spread, her cheerleading outfit still on, her mouth was bone dry. She tried to scream, but couldn't. In the corner of the filthy room was a furry lump, a mass that was overgrown with mould, a thing so vile she couldn't fathom what it was. The counters were covered with a black film, things misplaced, clearly not the epitome of cleanliness. Over top of the cabinets she could see the words written clearly
RUHETON HILL ABORTION CLINIC, Dr. Joe Lazarus, Ph.D.
Behind the mask, floating in front of her she could see the eyes that stared at her just a few months ago, eyes that had been glazed over with the lucidity of booze and the tenacity of rage. Now, however, they were calm and collected.
"I want you to be awake for this, just like your late mother was when I took your sister out."
said the good doctor as he produced a scalpel. His assistant was someone she had never seen before, a young lady with a non-descript face and a non-descript build. Peculiarly average she thought. He locally anesthetized her pubic region, began his first incision and immediately set the scalpel down. Even though her nerves were numb, she could feel him rip open her vaginal walls. She tried to scream, but she was in twilight.
She passed out from shock. When she awoke, she saw him, that man, that beast placing a 33 on a newly procured turntable. He sat down at the head of a table, newly procured as well, candlelit, with silverware in hand. At this moment the needle caught the groove in the record and began to play:
The sun don't shine
The moon don't move the tides,
to wash me clean
Sun don't shine
The moon don't move the tides,
to wash me clean
Why so unforgiving and why so cold
Been a long time crossing Bridge of Sighs
Cold wind blows
The Gods look down in anger,
on this poor child
Cold wind blows
And Gods look down in anger,
on this poor child
Why so unforgiving and why so cold
Been a long time crossing Bridge of Sighs
User Reviews
Submitted by ColchesterDr (user info) at 2007-10-07 13:16:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
This was pretty gross.
Seemed like you tried too hard, though.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2007-10-04 08:56:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
my name is simon and i write babbling run on sentences and use words in the wrong context because I am a snaggle toothed trailer park retard.
keep trying Marshall.
Submitted by orph (user info) at 2007-10-04 08:52:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
The most disgusting thing I've read in a while - well done.
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2007-10-04 04:35:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Its not awful, its just not good.
Submitted by DeMoNiC (user info) at 2007-10-03 20:08:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
And dear god this was a disturbing story.
Submitted by DeMoNiC (user info) at 2007-10-03 19:30:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I take it you mean a bottle of Bundy Rum?
I actually live in Bundaberg - about 2 miles away from the distillery. The bottles are about half price there :)
Submitted by baronMunchausen (user info) at 2007-10-03 15:48:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:33:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by ShapeShifter (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:31:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
in which case makes you a kid screwer?
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If English isn't your first language, what is?
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2007-10-03 15:47:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
irrefutable evidence that Simon loves the taste of his own cock: http://www.ubersite.com/u/Jacque
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2007-10-03 15:42:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by FALLEN (user info) at 2007-10-03 15:38:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
what the fuck on a stick was this?
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2007-10-03 15:19:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
It's gory - I like it.
Submitted by TechnoRatty (user info) at 2007-10-03 15:17:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Now that was fucking gruesome, a true to life modern horror story, and I liked it!!
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2007-10-03 15:05:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
cunt
Submitted by ELG (user info) at 2007-10-03 14:54:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2007-10-03 14:51:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Christ almighty that was disgusting.
Well written, yes. But thoroughly disgusting.
Which I guess makes it work for this contest.
Submitted by ChaosJester (user info) at 2007-10-03 14:40:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
By the by,
I've been giggling like a little bitch for the last five minutes, straight.
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Just in case you were wondering.
(gloat)
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2007-10-03 14:38:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
My guess is Bart is going to ban all of your new accounts when he gets sick of them. Just a guess. He's done it before to others.
Submitted by Jacque (user info) at 2007-10-03 14:34:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I honestly have no idea who Meeley is. I registered this when all of that debacle was going on :(
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2007-10-03 14:33:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
So if he who I am not allowed to name is Jaque, does that mean Oathmeal was Meeley?
Submitted by ChaosJester (user info) at 2007-10-03 14:32:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...
(gasp)
AHAHAHAHJAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH--
(dies)
Submitted by Jacque (user info) at 2007-10-03 14:28:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Irrefutable evidence that icarus loves the smell of sico's cock: http://www.ubersite.com/m/110420
sicosemen wrote that...and why did Bart ban shapeshifter?
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2007-10-03 14:27:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Dude seriously....my mom's house is real nice too.
Submitted by triangle_man (user info) at 2007-10-03 14:26:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I hate incest stories
+2 for puctuation and Robin Trower
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2007-10-03 14:22:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
So now we're debating the size of your internet persona's trailer home? What, does it have extra cup holders? Some of those naked lady mudflaps? A "GIT R DUN" bumper sticker perhaps? My god, you are a miserable, insecure fuck.
Submitted by ShapeShifter (user info) at 2007-10-03 14:13:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Ghola, let me explain to you for the final time that I don't care about ratings, at all, in any regard. If this was a masterpiece and got -2 bombed, who gives a fuck, really? It's a worthless website for crying out loud.
I still have access to the sicosemen account, so no worries.
Icarus, are you permanently stuck on my dick? The establishment I reside in is nicer, better, etc. etc. blah blah blah than anything you've ever seen.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2007-10-03 14:03:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
i did not particularly enjoy this or find it to fit the horror genre thingy. shock gore could just be me though.
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:59:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Just couldn't get into it, but I keep my word. +2
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:56:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by ShapeShifter (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:47:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Peanut gallery, ghola....pipe down over in your box. If I'm not sicosemen, who is?
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You're not seeing the trailer park for the double wides, Cletus. The bigger question is 'even if I am some lame internet persona, who cares'.
Submitted by ChaosJester (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:56:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Fuck the Uniter.
...
dammit.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:55:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Oh, and Fuck TheUniter.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:55:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:41:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by ShapeShifter (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:36:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
It's so blatantly obvious that you want to be sicosemen but aren't afforded the opportunity.
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what's funny is you aren't even sicosemen anymore.
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HAHAHA
ghola really knows how to hurt a guy.
Submitted by ChaosJester (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:54:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
The review, I meant.
Haven't read the post yet...
Submitted by ChaosJester (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:53:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
icarus1987 said totality.
I have no idea why, but this amused me.
Submitted by Ballare (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:53:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
No Comment
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:51:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by ShapeShifter (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:36:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Spic, you are remarkably unfunny and not even the slightest bit original. Don't you get tired of scouring the front page for my next post? It's so blatantly obvious that you want to be sicosemen but aren't afforded the opportunity. Rate how you please, just move along, little boy.
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No amount of scouring is required, I assure you. I see, I click, and I -2. Reading isn't even required, as comments such as 'shut up, redneck' or 'sit down, you miserable attention whore' are pertinent to the bulk, if not the totality, of your work.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:49:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I'm sorry, but you are shapeshifter.
If you no longer have access to an old account, too bad.
And if you wonder why you get bad reviews, it isn't entirely your writing. It's because of the way you respond to jabs and criticism. Bone up and you'll fare a lot better.
Submitted by ShapeShifter (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:47:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Peanut gallery, ghola....pipe down over in your box. If I'm not sicosemen, who is?
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:41:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by ShapeShifter (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:36:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
It's so blatantly obvious that you want to be sicosemen but aren't afforded the opportunity.
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what's funny is you aren't even sicosemen anymore.
Submitted by ShapeShifter (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:36:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Spic, you are remarkably unfunny and not even the slightest bit original. Don't you get tired of scouring the front page for my next post? It's so blatantly obvious that you want to be sicosemen but aren't afforded the opportunity. Rate how you please, just move along, little boy.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:36:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by MudWhistle (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:35:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:33:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by ShapeShifter (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:31:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
in which case makes you a kid screwer?
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If English isn't your first language, what is?
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took that comment for you to figure this out????
haven't you read any of his posts?
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:33:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by ShapeShifter (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:31:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
in which case makes you a kid screwer?
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If English isn't your first language, what is?
Submitted by ShapeShifter (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:31:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
in which case makes you a kid screwer?
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:29:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Write about what you know, I guess, and Simon knows trailer trash like Bo knows paternity suits.
Submitted by ShapeShifter (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:25:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
HAHAHA@MUDWHISTLE
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:24:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
this was such a fun title.
sigh.
Submitted by MudWhistle (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:21:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
didn't read it
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2007-10-03 13:20:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I thought this was going to be about puppies :(