frogthatcantalk

I just wrote this. I've never been into creative writing but i've never given it a try eather. I started writing it in my journal and slowly expanded more and more. Puting in as much detail as i could. Pulling ever sentence and phrae straight out of my ass. It took me 2 and a half hours to write this so i hope you like it.

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"Wake up", he stood their looking over Tyler menacingly. "Wake the Fuck up", he lifted his right foot and kicked Tyler hard in the stomach. Tyler harshly woke with a confused sense of anger about him. He started coughing from the sharp pain in his sides. He sat up rubbing his stomach and thinking of what he did wrong. He looked up at Thom and spoke out, "You really didn't need to do that. You could have just nudged me or something instead of kicking me in my fucking gut". "I don't need to justify my actions with you. It’s your turn to dig, now get up and go do your shit. If it was nap time then you could go nap. Now pick up the shovel and get back to work!"

Thom left the main hall of the three room trailer house located outside of the 'Demfort Village Construction Company' sand lot. Tyler fallowed Thom out side to the dig site. "Ok here's what you do if it’s not to difficult for you." He bent down and picked up the shovel and proceeded to dig into the ground. "I've already dug one hole and I need you to dig two more. Remember, the dead can't bury themselves." He said it with a gruesome look on his face. His half cocked smile darkened from the dry blood spots on his rounded face. He spit from his fat mouth and produced more vile instructions. "Now I’m going to need you to dig pretty deep. We don't want anyone being found now do we?" Thom waited a second for a reply, "Thought so. Now take this shovel"; he threw it down on the ground, "and get to work. I don't want kill you tonight for fucking this all up. Be quick about it too, the sun comes up in a few hours."

Thom walked back to the trailer slowly; tired out from all the digging. Tyler bent down and picked up the shovel. "I'm not this person", he said under his breath. "This isn't the life I should be living", Thoughts flooded his mind in a torrent of anger. "I serve no purpose being here but a lowly man servant or a fucking back-ho for this fat rat. I should put an end to all of this. I need to escape this hell now before I dig my own hell." He choked up on the neck of the shovel just under the head, "But first I must to get rid of this pest".

He could still see him in the moon pail light. He bent down and sprinted towards Thom with all of his energy and rage. He was closing in on him when Thom whipped around and pulled out his gun and shot fiercely into the dark. One whole clip fired into the black of night and hit nothing but air. Tyler scooped down and pounded into Thom's chest with the sharp point of the shovel. Blood seeped from the from under his shirt working its way to the surface. "You fucked up kid. You know they'll be after you...” Thom said gasping for air. "Let ‘em", Tyler pulled the shovel from Thom chest and bashed him over the head once.

"They won't know if no one ever tells them", he moved his grip so that it was inverted. Raised the blunt object in the air and removed the foul round head of Thom through the mouth. "Looks like you won't be saying anything any time soon". He grimly smiled down at the body lying in a fresh pool of blood. He picked up the remains of the head and stared it right in the eyes. "Who the fuck are you looking at...” bent down and pulled on the lifeless arm. Tyler drug Thom's corpse to the empty hole.

"It has been a long day, hasn't it?" When the hole was close enough he set down Thom’s head and threw his body over his shoulder. His jaws dangled slightly and bounced over Tyler’s back. With every step it knocked against him trickling blood. With every palpitation blood dripped down Tyler's back and down onto the dust and sand.

The hole was close now. He grabbed Thom by the ankles and threw him down in to the unmarked grave. Tyler retraced his steps in the dark back to the severed head. "There you are you old shit. Maybe now we can have a conversation without you interrupting me." Pieces of brain showed from under the swollen head. "I've had it long enough and now I want out. I'm tired of all the drug rings, murders and the rest of the fucked up shit you put me through. I've come to find the truth of it all." He sighed and lowered the head. "This was the only way out. I know I’ve made the right choice.

He took the head and threw it down in the grave. "I hope its deep enough for for a few guests. Thom looks a little lonely in their. Maybe visitors will cheer him up." He walked back to the trailer to fetch the shovel and the car.

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Ok so you read all the way through it. Unless you skiped down to the bottom to see what happened . JERK... well if you didn't and read all the way through, please tell me your honest opinion. i need you to be Brutaly honest too.  Tell me how i can fix it if you see any problems because public schooling never taught me anything.