Little Socks (405 hits)
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Submitted by Hourman (View user info) at 2006-10-25 10:18:50 EDT
Stan had always been one to keep to himself. His dusty dank apartment, betrayed his impeccable appearance to the outside world. If you'd never seen his apartment, you'd think he was 'a good man, a solid man, someone you can rely on'.
Unfortunately Stan had a disease he'd lived with since he was fourteen. It had scarred him deeply, changing his personality over the years, eventually leading him to the reclusive life he lead now, filled with chat rooms and text messages.
It had stopped him at the age of fifteen from going to his little sisters birthday party, he was so ashamed of himself that he couldn't even show his face, he merely made his excuses and went out. He never liked his family, but knowing what demon lay dormant within his body wracked his self-esteem to the core.
He had over the years with self-help books and time, learned to control his illness. He was a man of strong Catholic faith, and believed highly in repentance and self-control. It was these disciplines that lead him eventually, after twenty years as a nobody, to take up teaching. Nothing special, just a few lessons five time a week at the local grammar school.
He turned up one day five years in, and all of a sudden, the illness within, that had held for so long came coughing out of him, spewing fourth as he said these words
'Thomas, detention after school with me."
It wasn't long, he was a chronic paedophile and he knew it, and surely a crazy person doesn't know they're actually crazy? He had tried, but the temptation was too much, those wide eyes, wanting to absorb his knowledge, or anything else he bestowed upon them.
He abused one. Kept him quiet. He took the second. Never can tell. The third was just as easy. No one needs to know. The fourth. It's ok it'll be our little secret. The fifth. Don't make me tell the principal.
The list went on and on. He grew more overweight, and cared less than ever about himself. Every conquered soul this aggressive deviant took, he rewarded himself with another.
One morning he walked into class and looked at the beaming faces on the children, as happy as usual. One of the more talkative children wore a face of evil. The teacher put down his bag and walked up to the boy. Pointed in his face and said,
"You shall see me-" The boy grabbed his finger and started rubbing it sexually, Stan was shocked...if not aroused shocked at least. "What are you doing?" The boy looked at him and said,
"Welcome to hell you fat cunt, dying in your sleep? Such a shame...lets have some fun shall we?" With that the little boy twisted pulled and bent the finger, cataclysmically shattering it six times, each snap with its own sickeningly euphoric drumbeat.
Stan flung the boy to the side, none of the other children moved or said a word.
"What.... what's happening" He was openly sobbing...tears streaked down his pasty cheek, the pain in his finger overwhelming "I don't understand!"
The child who had broken the now restored finger jumped upon a desk and with narrow eyes and a smile from ear to ear said 'YOU HAVE BEEN JUDGED BY THE ALL FUCKING MIGHTY!' The class nodded in unison, still beaming 'AND BY THE POWER INVESTED IN ME, BY THE STATE OF YOUR OWN MISFORTUNE, I CHARGE YOU TO AN ETERNITY IN HELL. MAY YOUR SOUL FIND NEVER ENDING UNREST, AND YOUR ASHES BE REBORN IN THE PITS OF FIRE.'
Stan ran through the open door and fell into a hellfire brimstone pit, his skin melting from his broken bones as rabid dogs picked at his genitals, eyes and hands. Stan cried thanking God this ordeal was over; the few seconds it took for him to die seemed like an eternity.
Stan walked through the classroom door before he could stop himself. The child was there.
"Welcome back Stan!"
"Please...how do I get out?" The demon child laughed.
"Well how do you succeed anywhere Stan? YOU GOTTA SLEEP YOUR WAY TO THE TOP! Did I mention every sin you commit in hell makes your life here all the more painful. There are 32 children in your class. You've got 32 people to sleep with Stan. You've got 32 times more pain coming to you." The Devil child grinned as he took out Stan's eyes and tongue, followed by the ears. He took a pencil and drove it through Stan's exposed bollocks.
"Let the lessons begin!" The child shrieked, as the ever-beaming class laughed, laughed their little socks off.
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Submitted by messmind (user info) at 2006-10-26 05:54:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
sucks a little ...
good day ,man ...
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2006-10-25 19:26:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2006-10-25 13:03:14 EDT (#)
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Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2006-10-25 12:18:21 EDT (#)
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Submitted by DCWoody (user info) at 2006-10-25 12:14:35 (#)
Ranking: 0
Started out very well indeed but I thought the ending was terrible.
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Well, we never see eye to eye anyway :)
Submitted by DCWoody (user info) at 2006-10-25 12:14:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Started out very well indeed but I thought the ending was terrible.
Submitted by Poots (user info) at 2006-10-25 11:45:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good job!
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2006-10-25 11:16:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-10-25 10:33:55 EDT (#)
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Submitted by JoeyG (user info) at 2006-10-25 10:29:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Loved it!