Horror Sleaze Trash: Prose in Poor Taste
Horror Sleaze Trash: Prose in Poor Taste has finally arrived!This anthology includes over seventy pieces of short and flash fiction submitted to Horror, Sleaze and Trash over the years, from inception to this present day. There is no shortage of great talent to be found between these covers (50+ authors!), and it was my distinct privilege to compile it together.
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No explanation necessary. If you need one try reading the whole fucking thread, stupid.
I have no idea why this story made the news, but it did. Well, yeah, so many of those reporters are homos, but you’re not supposed to say that. There was this teenager somewhere who had said that he was gay and then retracted it years later. He said that he originally said it because he wasn’t getting enough attention, but apparently he was now cured of his attention deficit disorder. I can’t help but get a bit cynical about these things. I mean you got this nerd kid nobody bothers with. Then he says that he “came out” and everybody is suddenly paying attention, just like that grinning, horny, pervert he’s in “Cosmetic Art” class with. And all of another sudden the weirdo School Counsellor is talking to him every day about his “feelings” and all that bullshit. I don’t know. Maybe the story is true as presented; but in Bayonne it smells just as bad as those fucking oil tanks in a westward wind.
I have no idea why this story made the news, but it did. Well, yeah, so many of those reporters are homos, but you’re not supposed to say that. There was this teenager somewhere who had said that he was gay and then retracted it years later. He said that he originally said it because he wasn’t getting enough attention, but apparently he was now cured of his attention deficit disorder. I can’t help but get a bit cynical about these things. I mean you got this nerd kid nobody bothers with. Then he says that he “came out” and everybody is suddenly paying attention, just like that grinning, horny, pervert he’s in “Cosmetic Art” class with. And all of another sudden the weirdo School Counsellor is talking to him every day about his “feelings” and all that bullshit. I don’t know. Maybe the story is true as presented; but in Bayonne it smells just as bad as those fucking oil tanks in a westward wind.
A little unedited bit closes the literary posts today. I didn't intend to do this part but wound up expanding on Florence as she just stayed in my head.
Florence had long brown hair ........ on her head! You’re absolutely disgusting. It clung to her noodle (Just grow up and stop it. Okay?) as we splashed and played at one side of the deep end of the pool trying our best to get some space for ourselves. I thought that she might have shared my taste for privacy, and thinking that we might have a big thing, no pun intended, in common, I mentioned it to her. She shook her head “No,” but indicated her gray area when she said; “I just do it here,” oh boy, “as people congregate in the shallows and always piss in the water.” It was true. Up here we could float in abandon, still have a side to cling to, and only risked being disturbed by the infrequent splashes produced by a brave diver landing after takeoff from the high diving board in the center. They always exited the pool after their display; but I never told Florence that they did in fact have adequate time to take a good leak while they did, as I was in love; especially when she’d sit on the edge and I’d try to make her frayed slices feel better. She may have pissed in the water or the general vicinity, but she was so sweet I never mentioned it.
We chatted a bit.
Florence had long brown hair ........ on her head! You’re absolutely disgusting. It clung to her noodle (Just grow up and stop it. Okay?) as we splashed and played at one side of the deep end of the pool trying our best to get some space for ourselves. I thought that she might have shared my taste for privacy, and thinking that we might have a big thing, no pun intended, in common, I mentioned it to her. She shook her head “No,” but indicated her gray area when she said; “I just do it here,” oh boy, “as people congregate in the shallows and always piss in the water.” It was true. Up here we could float in abandon, still have a side to cling to, and only risked being disturbed by the infrequent splashes produced by a brave diver landing after takeoff from the high diving board in the center. They always exited the pool after their display; but I never told Florence that they did in fact have adequate time to take a good leak while they did, as I was in love; especially when she’d sit on the edge and I’d try to make her frayed slices feel better. She may have pissed in the water or the general vicinity, but she was so sweet I never mentioned it.
We chatted a bit.
I'll patiently wait until everyone stops masturbating for insightful responses.
I'm told it becomes difficult when one is a lush. Did this. It's about finished. Micro fiction I guess. Kind of uninteresting; but figured how will the readers be able to recognize brilliance when that's all there is. Contrast is essential.
9D- Barbara Lojewski at the Wading Pool
Pre-school years, mom used to take me to a wading pool in City Park sometimes. I’d go in the water which was probably no more than 18 inches at the deepest part. Mom would stay out of the sun and sit with a few other women under a huge gazebo canopy lined with benches. I liked water and could stay there all day, but that apparently wasn’t possible for mom.
The worst thing about it was that when we were finished mom would stand me up on the benches, remove my wading trunks, and dress me back into street clothes. I had already developed some ideas about social proprieties and was exhibiting some of my shyness, and was consequently sure that everyone there was inappropriately looking at my woo. As this embarrassment went on for some time, I’m certain that I must have suggested alternatives to public nudity, but I don’t remember what they might have been, and any such plans were never adopted anyway.
On the worst day, a girl my age, I would later learn was named Barbara Lojewski was there. She was bigger than me and did something I can’t recall which made me cry. She probably was splashing me, and I was certain that I was getting this abusive treatment because she had seen my woo. That’s the whole story, as mom took me out of the water, and changed me while I stood on the bench; and I’m sure that Barbara Lojewski was looking at my woo as I saw her doing precisely that.
As Barbara aged she got pretty big and probably had forgotten all about my woo as we never spoke and she never seemed to be looking toward my clothed teenage body. She and another big friend eventually evolved to being girls who hung out by the men’s room entrance at the movie theatre on 31st Street and Broadway. Most everyone in Bayonne knew them and had given them nicknames I won’t state here out of a respect for females. Yet, when I was at the theatre in tandem with them, I would always hold it rather than risk having Barbara see my woo again.
Years later mom told me that Barbara got appointed to some high level local government job. The news was on the front page of the paper and somehow I was not surprised.
Mom asked me if I remembered Barbara from the wading pool and I said; “No.”
9D- Barbara Lojewski at the Wading Pool
Pre-school years, mom used to take me to a wading pool in City Park sometimes. I’d go in the water which was probably no more than 18 inches at the deepest part. Mom would stay out of the sun and sit with a few other women under a huge gazebo canopy lined with benches. I liked water and could stay there all day, but that apparently wasn’t possible for mom.
The worst thing about it was that when we were finished mom would stand me up on the benches, remove my wading trunks, and dress me back into street clothes. I had already developed some ideas about social proprieties and was exhibiting some of my shyness, and was consequently sure that everyone there was inappropriately looking at my woo. As this embarrassment went on for some time, I’m certain that I must have suggested alternatives to public nudity, but I don’t remember what they might have been, and any such plans were never adopted anyway.
On the worst day, a girl my age, I would later learn was named Barbara Lojewski was there. She was bigger than me and did something I can’t recall which made me cry. She probably was splashing me, and I was certain that I was getting this abusive treatment because she had seen my woo. That’s the whole story, as mom took me out of the water, and changed me while I stood on the bench; and I’m sure that Barbara Lojewski was looking at my woo as I saw her doing precisely that.
As Barbara aged she got pretty big and probably had forgotten all about my woo as we never spoke and she never seemed to be looking toward my clothed teenage body. She and another big friend eventually evolved to being girls who hung out by the men’s room entrance at the movie theatre on 31st Street and Broadway. Most everyone in Bayonne knew them and had given them nicknames I won’t state here out of a respect for females. Yet, when I was at the theatre in tandem with them, I would always hold it rather than risk having Barbara see my woo again.
Years later mom told me that Barbara got appointed to some high level local government job. The news was on the front page of the paper and somehow I was not surprised.
Mom asked me if I remembered Barbara from the wading pool and I said; “No.”
Okay, GR habitues are always ragging on Kim. But tell the truth. If you had to spend 24 hours with one of these two, which would it be?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Cn0-...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Cn0-...
"Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, nanaaaaaaaah.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IidN2...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IidN2...
What happened to PoachedEggs? What a little cowardly bitchass.
Please excuse me much of the day. I just have to clean up around here. There's some dried greenies on the screen and I keep reading the words wrong. And clicking on them only gets me to the purchase of that stupid Geisha book.
Doug, you might like this one. "He who fight and run away live to fight another day."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dipcp...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dipcp...
Arthur, I've been waiting for your expert commentary. I realize that you're busy, so to make things a bit easier I'll ask some yes-no questions.
1) Did you ever sneeze on one?
2) If so, did anything of substance come out of that?
3) If so, did it prove to be an aphrodisiac?
4) Do you approve of FDS?
5) Doesn't it induce sneezing?
6) Are bloody ones okay?
7) Do pussy farts blow you away?
8) Do other types of farts have a similar effect?
9) Are you with Mrs. Vitone right now?
10) Has she washed it within the last month?
11) Isn't that what those politically correct snobs at HST should be covering?
12) Will you fix that by next issue?
YOU MIGHT THINK IT CANDY, BUT IT SNOT.
Haha.
1) Did you ever sneeze on one?
2) If so, did anything of substance come out of that?
3) If so, did it prove to be an aphrodisiac?
4) Do you approve of FDS?
5) Doesn't it induce sneezing?
6) Are bloody ones okay?
7) Do pussy farts blow you away?
8) Do other types of farts have a similar effect?
9) Are you with Mrs. Vitone right now?
10) Has she washed it within the last month?
11) Isn't that what those politically correct snobs at HST should be covering?
12) Will you fix that by next issue?
YOU MIGHT THINK IT CANDY, BUT IT SNOT.
Haha.
This silent treament is beginning to be absolutely disconcerting.
ErrolApta wrote: "4) Do you approve of FDS?6) Are bloody ones okay?
7) Do pussy farts blow you away?
4) No thanks!
6) Well, if you like your meat rare...
7) I prefer the squirts, personally, but the farts just make me laugh.
Thank you, Arthur. I wholly agree, but with a slight nuance requiring at least a mental reciprocity on half of 7).
I'm elated. I'm only 68 and already may entertain fantasies of becoming a student of the master.
I'm elated. I'm only 68 and already may entertain fantasies of becoming a student of the master.
Arthur wrote; "6) Well, if you like your meat rare..."
As a follow up, did you ever "accidentally" swallow one of those stringy things? I have been advised that the politically correct police are now attempting to end period "shaming." So, be careful of your response.
As a follow up, did you ever "accidentally" swallow one of those stringy things? I have been advised that the politically correct police are now attempting to end period "shaming." So, be careful of your response.
I don't blame you for your reticence. Personally, I think they got the whole thing backwards too, as in antiquity if anyone was shamed it was those who had missed one. But, these Millennials know better.
I'm just grateful that not much flak is expected from Kidsworld and AARP; but thought it a bit of a stretch when the Zombies' "Time of the Season" was taken down on Youtube.
No, that was not meant that way. Got to be so careful during these police actions and it's all Trump's doing.
I'm just grateful that not much flak is expected from Kidsworld and AARP; but thought it a bit of a stretch when the Zombies' "Time of the Season" was taken down on Youtube.
No, that was not meant that way. Got to be so careful during these police actions and it's all Trump's doing.
"Tired of the speeches."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UC9sR...
This guy was pretty all right, and with a little more pracice might have been able to rival our own DH.
DickHead.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UC9sR...
This guy was pretty all right, and with a little more pracice might have been able to rival our own DH.
DickHead.
A recent, unfortunately overlooked recent release from DH; "Different Types of Hackle."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fxl_i...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fxl_i...
JUST LOOK AT THIS!!! We're all supposed to be rational, polite, and not rant. But, look; some things are worth getting really pissed about. This fucking guitar player doesn't even know how to string the fucking thing, never mind play it. FUCK!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mEeF...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mEeF...
I'm signing off, but I'm pissed and jealous. By tomorrow AM I want an answer to whether you are with my Mrs. Vitone or not. You don't have to provide the specifics because I know them.
And that lump head Leo is such a blabbermouth, untalented cunt that it's not funny.
And that lump head Leo is such a blabbermouth, untalented cunt that it's not funny.
ErrolApta wrote: "I have been advised that the politically correct police are now attempting to end period shaming.I blame the PCP for killing genre and suppressing period pieces.
Arthur wrote; "I blame the PCP for killing genre and suppressing period pieces. "
That is so good all is forgiven for taking Mrs. Vitone away from me. In fact, I'm going to work it into a book, with our without your permission, and you can just sue me if you don't like it.
Better than that for the period of one week I'm going to click the like button on all that other stupid shit you put on GR.
That is so good all is forgiven for taking Mrs. Vitone away from me. In fact, I'm going to work it into a book, with our without your permission, and you can just sue me if you don't like it.
Better than that for the period of one week I'm going to click the like button on all that other stupid shit you put on GR.
ErrolApta wrote: "for the period of one week I'm going to click the like button on all that other stupid shit you put on GR"This is sure to have an astronomical effect on my book sales, so thank you ever so much!
Homosexuality? ........ Homosexuality? ........ I’d really rather not go there, but it seems required in 2017. I was aware of two male homosexuals back then and had a suspicion about a third. The two overts consisted of a guy in his thirties who lived uptown and wanted a special friend in return for buying kids alcohol and one my age who seemed un-naturally happy all the time, especially when he was giving pimple-head Diskin a hand the year he was in my gym class. The third suspicion is a story which fits better elsewhere. Female homosexuals did not exist in any male mind. Capish?
Now in 2017 this little thing has become a big issue; at least on Goodreads. I once called someone there a homo and within an hour I was called a homophobe, a racist, a Nazi, a nitwit, a troll, and something rudely involving my mother that I don’t want to think about. I’d like to take this opportunity to assure my friends in the gay community that the rest of us don’t care about your putz, mouth, bum, or any other derivation invented by the Millennials. Just use your head a second and see it from our side. For every one of you there is one more potential female for us. Thank you. I’m not even going to argue with those who agree with Elton John, who matter-of-factly said that Jesus was obviously a gay man. You may well be right. I always thought that there was something hidden going on with his penchant to get on his knees and wash guys’ feets. .......... Yeah, all right, every once in a while somebody gets strung up in rural Georgia; but hey, what the hell is anyone doing in rural Georgia in the first place? I mean like, it’s a place for fat faggots who can’t get a girl to put on very-out-of-date white dresses and try to figure out which lever corresponds to Trump. That’s all. And you know, no one ever has and no one ever will achieve 100% market share. So, for your own good just grow up and get over it. Okay?