#1
The kind of trees that surround the Meyers
estate are the kind of trees that inhabit a Reeves novel:
Tall, thick, full of life, but at the same time dead
and dome shaped - as if to swallow one who were
to pull a pear from it's branches.
If she could've predicted the outcomes of the night,
Joanna would've opted jeans over her stunning
violet dress.
ADIDAS Dragons over her high-heels.
It's unfair that there is so much to eat before the hunt:
With a stomach full of delicacies, it's hard to run.

14 flashlighst turn on, not in sequence, but
in unison, like some sort of majestic backwoods
duck hunt.
Joanna is about a half a mile ahead of the pack,
but with a stomach full of roast beef, her pacing
is sluggish, and she stumbles over almost every branch.
They call for her:
"Here, bunny bunny bunny!"
She can smell and taste the steel.
Four months ago her classes were moving along fine.
She was passing most of her courses with flying colors
and had slept with her Sociology professor for an A
on her midterm, days before her parents recieved the transcript.
It had all been Reginald's fault:
A fat oaf from out west who had met her at a frat party.
He had heard she was into the "dark stuff."
Now here she was: On the run from 14 savage socialites.
She'd drawn the X.
She was the rabbit.

Up in tree she hid for half an hour as the 14
of them scoured every inch of the forest for her:
"Here bunny! C'mon bunny!"
When the coast was clear she lept from the tree and in
plane sight was a sight on par with a glimpse of
God's glorious ripped abs:
The gate.
The front gate to the Meyers compund,
but before she could leap to climb them, a voice shot
her in the temple:
"In a hurry?"
She turned and sitting on a large rock was a young
man in a white t-shirt and ripped jeans.
He had a backpack around his shoulders and a book
in his hand - a Krishnamurti book on Philosophy.
"They're gonna kill me! You have to get me outta here!"
He lit a cigarette.
"And why are they going to kill you, darlin'?"
She fell to her knees.
"I drew the X. I drew the goddamn X and now I'm the bunny.
They're going to kill me and eat me."
"And why are they going to eat you?"
"It was a pact. 20 of us. The last one to have eaten the flesh
of the remaining 19 would have garnered the strength of
all of them, and then -"
And now a plot twist as rediculous as anything Shyamalan or
Burroughs or anyone else could dream up.
"Summon Ghaleon."
The man flicked his cigarette out.
"And what in the Hell is Ghaleon?"
"A fallen God from the Roman empire. The last to have consumed
the flesh would have summoned him, thus controlling his
every movement and thought."
The man approached her.
"There's already enough evil in this world, that you would
want to try and summon more?"
She says nothing.
"Now look at you. Fucked beyond all hope.
Someone as startlingly lovely as yourself."

And before the 'self' rolls from his tongue,
cold, hot, sick steel drives from the bushes and into Joanna's
neck.
Kristoph calls to the others about his kill and
makes his way through the forest to collect the other
14.
Joanna's 19 year old, violet frame lies backside on
wet grass, and before the others can claim her,
the man in the white shirt re-appears and taps
her gently on the fourhead.
"No more."
Poor advice.
#2
simply wonderful.

the whole "human hunt" thing reminds
me of a short story i once read a while ago.
i don't remember the name of it though.

I just want to sleep forever.


#3
I loved it. It was like Palahniuk, only without all the stuff that makes me hate Palahniuk, like the nihilist rantings and whatnot. Kept me entertained throughout reading it, and was very suspenseful. Good job.

If you don't mind me asking, though, when is that alt-country EP dealio going to be done? I'm very interested in hearing it.
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#4
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simply wonderful.

the whole "human hunt" thing reminds
me of a short story i once read a while ago.
i don't remember the name of it though.


The Most Dangerous Game by Richard Edward Connell.

I liked this part too. I'm even more intrigued than I was after the first part. I understand the "I didn't say he was dead" comment now as well. Tell me, is this the end?

I'll critique it in a little while, for now I'm just a reader.
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If you don't mind me asking, though, when is that alt-country EP dealio going to be done? I'm very interested in hearing it.


Sorry, I'll crit the song later. I just wanted to ask... alt-country? I'm interested to hear that too it sounds like an impossibility.
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#8
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Sorry, I'll crit the song later. I just wanted to ask... alt-country? I'm interested to hear that too it sounds like an impossibility.



The recording quality was poor, and the songs were never completely finished.

I'm gonna record again soon with a friend, so maybe I'll having something in Spring?
Poor advice.
#9
This and part one are absolutely ridiculous. Gimme part three now!

Playing, of course.
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