From MorbidbookS!

Five dark and twisted tales of exquisite violence, rough tricks, narcotics consumption, evil ghosts and drug-snuffling demons. Short stories from the Most Depraved Writer in Print. Recognize.

From the title Short: “For All The MarblesDig:
“The goon squad surrounded me on all sides.  The swarm of players de-crying their fate got shakily up from their places before the BINGO screens.  Dozens of them began hurling themselves at us.  The goons hit the oldies with neural disruptors, making them vomit and shit themselves.  The biggest goons used their thick and strong iguana tails to snap at and toss bodily the other geezers out of our way.  The weakened geriatric bones of these hapless players shattered on contact.  It was soggy and gruesome to hear.  Their screams were deafening.  If I’d still had a heart, it would have been wrenched right out of me. I watched as a goon’s fistful of claws sliced across a senior’s carotid artery.  The hot spray lashed out, stinging my eyes and making my cloudy cataracts blunt even more so.  I couldn’t see for shit, but I really didn’t need to.  The oldies were fighting for their very lives, attacking me and my guards as the exit neared.  A blue-haired wig flew past my field of vision.  I could not even see who it belonged to. It was bad.  Even through the mask and face shield that was meant to protect me from the knock-out gas, I could easily smell the fear as the shit exploded out of hundreds of dying assholes, seemingly all at once.  They were begging for mercy from a God that is long gone.  A still twitching robotic lower leg prosthesis for a below-the-knee amputation bounced off one of the goons clutching me.  The sedative mist was getting thick.  The dull, yellow lights came on, sending a ghastly glow on all the frightened, saggy flesh.  A pair of corneal implants flew by, hit a wall and bounced on the floor before being crushed by the panicked herd.  The noise in the confined space of the gaming hall was deafening…”

~ by MorbidbookS, Extreme Fiction Publisher. on November 11, 2012.

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