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The Crow Store Discs, Part Two
The Humanity Review
The following is part of a larger collection of writings
found on floppy discs, in a metal box, in a Vancouver bus station. All together
there were seven novels, several books of poetry, film scripts, TV pilots, and
many other forms of storytelling, everything from song lyrics to church hymns.
They have gone on to be a famous group of writings that has
grown in its following when they were first typed up by the man who found them
and placed them on the internet.
Whether they are the writing of a professional writer who
lost his discs or a failed writer who gave up and tossed his dream away no one
knows.
Now a huge legal battle is brewing over the movie rights to
the writings.
Chapter One:
The night started off innocent enough for Jason Nievor. He
left his Florida low down high rent apartment at 8pm out by request from his
girlfriend Julie and her best friend Royal.
He thought things may turn out good in two ways from having
to spend $15.95 on Captain Morgan.
One good thing that could happen is the two beautiful young
ladies may get drunk and all three of them end up fucking until they pass out.
The second good thing that could happen from him getting the
two beautiful ladies drunk is that they both may shut up long enough after
drinking themselves into silence for him to have time to catch up on paperwork
from his business. He owns a small publishing business.
Julie made her and Royal’s drinks, 1 shot of Captain and 1
can of Coke.
Jason sat drinking Guinness while his friends quoted Mean
Girls and Thomas Paine while drinking drink after drink.
After hours of drinking, burning CDs, and watching episodes
of South Park all three of these young people found themselves passed out in
different parts of the apartment. Julie and Royal naked on the kitchen floor,
Jason on the living room love seat.
The Beast came through the lights to watch.
He once tried to fuck a cactus at age 12 while living with
his father in Houston. That was really the only painful moment of his life.
Terry Steel worked his daily life hard and alone. He sales
soap online and does nothing else with his life but sleep, order carryout, ship
out soap, and watch porn. A man is torturing himself by watching porn when he cannot
even function enough to masturbate.
Terry has contact with only one person outside the internet,
his mailman Jackson Role.
Jackson Role, a 20 something former med student kicked out
for raping a teacher who gave him a failing grade. The 80-year-old professor
two years later hanged himself. Jackson moved from Boston to Florida and a cousin
got him a job at the Post Office.
Jackson had been careful the past year and only speaking
with those people on his route as he delivered their mail.
Jackson saw Terry as a debased cell and like all of those
like him Terry was not worthy of life in any form of happiness while those like
himself have been cast aside in jealousy for their worth to all of humanity.
Today Jackson moves from cast aside intelligence to hero of
creation. Well, at least those were the thoughts in his mind as he knocked on
#843B.
Terry came to the door wearing his favorite Reboot t-shirt
as he invited Jackson inside for a Coke as he gathered up all of his outgoing
packages.
Jackson came in as he usually does on Thursday, placed his
mailbag on the couch, and walked into the kitchen.
The refrigerator was full of nothing but cans of soda and
frozen microwave pizzas. Jackson grabbed two cans and walked into the living
room.
Terry came out of the backroom which was a 2nd
bedroom, ‘I only have two packages going out today.’
Terry put the packages beside Jackson’s mailbag as Jackson
handed him a soda, ‘Thank you.’
‘Business slow?’
‘Not really, just a normal random dip in sal…’
Jackson without warning punched Terry in the face.
Terry looked up at him with a bloody nose like a child who
had just been slapped.
Jackson knelt down in front of him, ‘Sorry but I just suck
at small talk. Best get on with it.’
‘On with what?’
Jackson stood and kicked Terry in the face, ‘I plan to kill
you Terry.’
Terry starts to cry, ‘Why?’
Jackson smilef, ‘Because you are happy. Pathetic, lonely,
and weird, but you are happy. Though mostly I hate my job. I’m going to kill
you because being a mailman sucks.’
Jackson pulled a pocket knife from his jacket and lunged
forward stabbing Terry in the throat. He pushed and twisted the knife until
Terry was laying against the floor and his body stopped convulsing.
The Beast enters through the water to possess.
East of somewhere stands a very old, pretty large home which
sits upon the grounds were many an ancient ritual took place and under those
grounds of dirt, rock, and clay lays buried a skeleton.
The bones of the skeleton should have decayed centuries ago.
What was once a great Warlock of birth of blood evil but of deeds noble now is
a relic of power.
The home belongs to the Dean family and has since it was a
castle once belonging to Sir Dean who was given it as a prize for his service
in The Crusades.
Sir Dean was also given a duty, a protect. He and all generations
of his family would protect the lands his castle sat on and God would give the
family power and influence for their service to God and King.
And for ages the Dean family have protected The Green Addler
Estate and shaped the course of British history. Today only three members of
the immediate family are living: Milanda Dean and her two children Shannon and
Shaun.
Milanda heads one of the top media companies in the world,
called Super Sur. With their own television channel- Nine Codes, their own
newspaper- Challenge London, a recording company- Sound Crisis, and 100 plus
more multi-media companies. Some have said Super Sur controls all information
in Britain. Those people are not far off on their thinking.
Shannon Dean runs all internet operations for Super Sur and
recently ran across a case of pissing off the government when she had and is
known as one of holders of one of the largest information database in the world
under The Auto Hole Information Storage company which just recently gained a
government contract that is unknown to the general public.
Shaun Dean is the spoiled rich playboy of the family, just
like his father Daniel. Spending most of his time at the family condo in Miami
Florida, in the United States.
At the moment Shaun is on his way from Miami to St.
Augustine Florida, but first he wants to stop off in Palm Bay, also in Florida,
for a beer with his friend Jason Nievor.
Chapter Two:
Jackson today has a day off and after the stress of
yesterday he is spending it at home watching C-Span.
Sitting on his couch in his uniform drinking orange juice
and soda Jackson closes his eyes when he thinks about Terry. Terry’s
decapitated head just sits on the couch beside him…giving Jackson a mean look.
Jackson rolled his eyes and Terry’s head opened its eyes wider
in anger, ‘Do not roll your eyes at me mortal shell.’
Julie and Royal cannot get enough of each other since waking
up in each other’s arms a few days ago. They satisfied Jason’s being a little
pissed off about them being together by letting him masturbate while they
pleasured each other.
Today they are spending the day at the Mall while across
walls, under feet, and behind themselves The Beast watches from shadows.
The Humanity Review
Chapter One
The night started off simple enough for Jason Nievor. His
life has always been simple enough
Frank’s face. Well, it would if Frank’s nose would move a
bit. Instead he just rolled eyes at the Fog Hat t-shirt in his hands. He
grabbed a Dali shirt instead and a pair of denim shorts. The shirt must have
moved its way from Agatha’s closet because the closes thing Daven got to Dali
was when he once attended a lecture on Tex Avery’s art with his little brother
Kevin.
Walking out from the bedroom he caught the scent of his
sister’s special four cheese chili.
“Are you going to change?”
“Nay, I don’t mind being wet.”
Frank sat down on his sister’s black fake leather couch
grabbing the huge remote that operates their super television of entertainment.
“Agie, don’t talk dirty with your brother.”
“Shut up Franklin. What do you want to drink with your
chili?”
“I’ll take a beer.”
“You’ll get a Pepsi.”
“I’ll take a Pepsi.”
Frank is flipping through channels when the power goes out
in the apartment.
“I hate living in Florida. Fucks with your movie watching obsessions.”
“Shut up, I’m looking for our emergency flashlight.”
“Could you get me an emergency beer?”
“I’m going to give you a critical need kick in the ass
unless you shut up.”
“Do you think the hurricane turned?”
“I don’t know.”
It did by the way. The hurricane, named Rachel has made an unappreciable
and violent turn towards Palm Bay. The Bay is about to get slammed. Slammed
hard, really hard.
Agatha found the emergency flashlights. Now she was sitting
with her brother in the bedroom, in the dark playing checkers.
“Wouldn’t chess be more interesting?”
“Yes, if you had ever sat still long enough for me to teach
you.”
A loud thud against the side of the apartment building
caused both Agatha and Frank to jump.
Frank looks at his sister.
“Daver is lucky he’s in Vancouver.”
“No, Daver is lucky he is in Vancouver working alongside
Allison Hannigan. I would stand in the middle of a hurricane to be near her.”
“Yes, my sister, the reformed lesbian.”
“I’ll reform you with my flashlight.”
Another thud hits, followed by the sound of broken glass.
From the sounds it must have been Agatha’s upstairs neighbors. Agatha sighed.
Her upstairs neighbors are an old couple. Really nice but a little nosey. She
hopes they at their daughters in Tampa.
Frank grabbed his sisters hand and as they grasped each
other’s hands a trash can slammed through Agatha’s bedroom window. Frank and
Agatha dived onto the floor. Flying now through the broken window was trash,
branches, squirrels, and a dead dumpster cat.
Frank and Agatha crawled on all fours into the living room
and ended up leaning against the kitchen pantry door.
“Wonder if the chili is done?”
Frank shined his flashlight into his sister’s face. She
wasn’t smiling at his joke. She was crying. He was also but his tears were
hidden in the darkness of the apartment.
“Agie, this really is only beginning to suck isn’t it?”
“If the hurricane turned and it is still a category 4 we
haven’t seen anything yet.”
“I love you sis. Always at the ready with information.”
Rachel was sitting over Palm Bay and most of Florida for that
matter. Agatha was right, it was a category 4 storm but now it Category 5 and
most of Central Florida is being wiped off the maps.
In a housing area basically over a fence from Agatha’s
apartment complex two people are doing everything they can to get through this
hurricane. Everything includes two bottles of wine, a couple sex toys, and two
very peaked rolling young ladies.
The house belongs to the blonde on the right. Her name is
Mary Payne and the one holding the dildo and grinning is Catherine Pass. As you
can see both of them are naked. Matter of fact they are drunk, high on E, and
sweating from just finishing. They had just boarded up their house a week ago
when Rachal first got her name.
Catherine was holding a flashlight walking into the kitchen
when a car, Mary’s car in fact, exploded for some unknown reason. The car was
parked against the outside kitchen wall. The explosion destroyed half the house
and set the rest ablaze.
Mary was screaming from the bedroom, “Cathy!?”
The rain and the fire were battling each other as Mary makes
her way into what was her living room, “Cathy?!”
Mary found Catherine face down in a rain soaked area of
carpet. Mary fell to her knees beside her, rolled her over and began CPR after
checking and seeing Catherine was not breathing.
Catherine opened her eyes to see Mary crying over her. At
this moment she noticed two things. One that they both were soaking wet and it
took her a second or two before she saw she was not outside.
The second thing she noticed was the partial roof which was
above them, ablaze, and ready to collapse. As Catherine sat up and Mary was
ready to hug her Catherine grabbed her and rolled them away as the fiery
ceiling collapsed down onto the spot they had been previously.
“So what do we do now Ms. Pass?”
“Try to find a good samaritan to let us in.”
“So we are doomed.”
Frank was finishing off his third soda in a row as Agatha
was getting the emergency radio up and broadcasting.
“…please stay in door…”
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