Those butter knives were positively gleaming.

“W-w-w-w-w-w-hat do you want?” I asked with totally abject fear.

“Oh, you know,” he replied brandishing those knives in a brutally obtuse way.

Suddenly there was a clatter behind me and Slait’s eyes widened in unadulterated horror.

“W-w-w-w-w-w-hat is THAT?” he asked in a flabbergasted way.

I turned around and there was Jerome and a dangling dead head storming into the room. With a roar he headed towards Slait who dropped the knives and then dropped himself to the floor.

After a few twitches, he lay still.

“Is he……dead?” I asked in quite the subdued way.

Jerome walked over to the prone body, tore off the dangling head and pummeled Slait’s still body with the head until it was nothing more than a puddle of mush and bones.

“Well, he is now,” Jerome said without a trace of irony and headed back to the basement/laboratory.

Then the doorbell rang. Since it still is the season for PCH, I stepped over the puddle of grue and flung open the door.

Instead of PCH, I found myself staring down the barrels of sharpened boomerangs.

Behind those boomerangs was Slait Piperiz.

And he looked really angry.

“Remember me?” he asked as he forced his way into my home.
Stephen Johnson

The idea of building a website with Bob came from Stephen in the days of message boards and chat rooms. We settled on the name TheWeirdcrap.com and the rest is history. Retired since he hit the ripe age of 25, he spends most his time doing odd-jobs around the house and digging thru trash bins for "stuff that's still good." Stephen has contributed several short stories and hosted the "Lunatic Ravings" column since the beginning (1999). The idea of writing weekly columns came from Stephen before blogs or blog sites ever existed. So, I guess that makes him THE FIRST BLOGGER IN THE WORLD!!!


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