Hello everyone. This isn't really a short story but a collection of letters that tell a story. This is the first letter in the collection. And I warn, may be offensive to some people. This is 100 percent fictional. Or is it?...........
Timmy's Letter
To whoever reads,
Hello. My name is Timmy. When I was eight I had an imaginary friend. Well, that's what mum said. She was wrong. And my father thought I had a mental problem. He was wrong. Well, my dad's the one in mental institution now. Timmy knows. Timmy sent him there. And my mother? I don't care about her. After all, my father put her in the ground years ago.
The dark and shadowy barn. The lamp was flickering on and off. And mum was hiding behind the haystacks. I was standing next to the barrels. Dad was screaming and cutting the words 'Fuck man...kind.. what has this pathetic race ever done for me?' into his for-arm. Dad wouldn't hurt me. After all, I'm the one who commanded him to kill mum. All I needed was a little help from my "special friend". Dad didn't know where mum was hiding. He was sneaking around searching and sceaming. This was taking too long.
"Come out honey.......If I don't find you my mental fairies will". That is what dad was saying.
I'm Timmy and I'll always walk my roots of good. Who are you to tell me what is wrong and what is right? You don't know, you fucking jaded peice of shit. I am the leader of my lost and found. I crushed my fathers mind. He was my first but certinally not my last. I take in the goth's or "emos" and all the pessimists. I love them, they are my friends. My saviours. I will be kind, but not to you.
I can see you now. Reading this, this letter of lost culture. My culture, your culture and yeah.......fuck culture. Why? you ask. Well if you ask me that my reply is FUCK YOU! You're just a fuck and a hypocrite. But hell, arn't we all? Some of us maybe arn't. But the majority is. You don't exist. Do I? maybe.......
It is time for armageddon. The day is here. This is my day. A day of peace, a day of hell. When the two sides get mixed what will happen? The final war will break out. The green blood fills the street. The gun's held high. The Devil's offspring, the son of God. They will battle. And me?.......I sit back laughing and eating ''popcorn''. Everyone doesn't see it. But me and my friends do. We see this world. The Evil, the Good. And then us caught in the middle. Does anyone want to play piggy in the middle? 'Cause I sure as heaven do. You play your fucked up game, I'll play mine.
A tour de force. We will steamroll the buildings. For there's not just good and evil, theres also me. The voice of your lounge. And your washing machine. That's right.........the dirty fucking Machine's. Up against the Tree's and the Fire. And it is machine that will kill this earth. Brimstone will crack and melt. And the Light will fall or fail. And Darkness will think it has won. But I will be waiting. I will destroy Darkness and Light, and create the world of Grey.
My name is Timmy. And I will be kind............But not to you.
Signed:
TIMMY
(aka the landlord of Green)
June 4th, 2004
Chesterwood
To find a way
I will cry
To search the hall
I will die
,goodbye,
You write a song but what does it mean?
We're all fucked up..........Even the Queen.
Hope you all enjoyed it.Goodbye.
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