In the dim light of a crumbling California bungalow, I found myself ensnared in the twisted world of Mike, an elderly man whose presence was as unsettling as the shadows that danced across the walls. With roots tracing back to Slovenia, Croatia, and Peru, Mike embodied a peculiar blend of cultures, yet it was his pedantic nature that truly defined him. His obsession with order was palpable; every item in his home was meticulously arranged, a reflection of his obsessive-compulsive tendencies. Yet, beneath this veneer of control lay a darkness that seeped into every interaction, a malevolence that left me feeling both trapped and terrified. As the days turned into weeks, the abuse escalated, each encounter more harrowing than the last. Mike’s words cut deeper than any physical blow, his pedantic critiques of my every action leaving me feeling small and insignificant. I became a mere subject in his grotesque experiments, a living canvas for his twisted desires. The walls of his home, once a refuge, transformed into a prison, echoing with the laughter of a man who found pleasure in my suffering. In the suffocating silence that followed each episode, I could almost hear the whispers of the obscure… Read more »
Troll. You really do write remarkable . . . things.
I admit I did post one eight word comment to this movie. It’s there to see.
You wrote 216 words 1,319 characters in reply. (A word counter told me that)
Somehow, I doubt you’re in California. For one thing, I’ve never seen a “crumbling” California bungalow. Doubt that there are any. All the California bungalows I’ve ever seen are in neighborhoods that have a lot of “pride of ownership” – good restoration. No crumbling. So your fiction just didn’t start well at all.
I see you bit on my “Slovenia, Croatia, and Peru” posts from a day prior. Mike Of course, I could have gone with, say, Calabria, Wales, Belgium, Germany. . . Would that also have been be a “peculiar blend of cultures?”
You’ll never really know anything about any of the commenters who you troll, troll. And you’ll never invent anything accurate.
But, you’d wanted to sling derogatory terms like beaner, raghead and squaw, or with the commenter mindblown, you’ve invented an ancestry from India or Pakistan.
The “obsession with order” thing was remarkable, troll.
FWIW, before I drove to meet a fraternity brother for dinner, I did do a load of laundry. But – I didn’t fold it once it was dry. Just towels and socks. I left it on the bed to put away later.
When I came back, I read a bit from Terry Pratchett’s book Eric. That’s reading a book full of English humor. Does that make the “peculiar blend of cultures” even more peculiar? But, when I put it down, it was just tossing it aside. Didn’t straighten it. How does that jibe with an “obsession with order?”
FWIW, love England troll. And for instance, I think time in England really improved Taylor Swift’s songwriting. I was listening to her “So Long London” about the time you posted your troll post.
You’ll never really know about the commenters you troll, troll.
So why do you pretend to? Why do you dedicate so much time to posting bizarre, off base thoughts about people who comment in the site’s comment section?
It’s a choice you repeat daily, troll. Why do you continually choose to do this, again, and again, and again. . .?
The “whispers of the obscure Japanese pornographic movie titles that haunted him” 🙂
That’s remarkable writing, troll.
Oh, of all possible things to be haunted by. . .
Just trying to get a handle on that
So, instead, of say, a haunting like in Hamlet, where his father’s ghost appears, says “List, list, O, list” – you’ve got a haunting by whisperings of “obscure Japanese pornographic movie titles?”
Go for it. Give us some examples.
How about a top ten, Letterman style. The top ten whispered “obscure Japanese pornographic movie titles” that you, troll, could almost hear. . .
She needs to be poached by better companies like Madonna or SOD. Prestige is the single most boring stupid ever. The same boring camera angles and more focus on the ugly af male co-stars. Fucking bastards. They waste Remu Suzumori too.
So pretty. No matter which actor she’s with
In the dim light of a crumbling California bungalow, I found myself ensnared in the twisted world of Mike, an elderly man whose presence was as unsettling as the shadows that danced across the walls. With roots tracing back to Slovenia, Croatia, and Peru, Mike embodied a peculiar blend of cultures, yet it was his pedantic nature that truly defined him. His obsession with order was palpable; every item in his home was meticulously arranged, a reflection of his obsessive-compulsive tendencies. Yet, beneath this veneer of control lay a darkness that seeped into every interaction, a malevolence that left me feeling both trapped and terrified. As the days turned into weeks, the abuse escalated, each encounter more harrowing than the last. Mike’s words cut deeper than any physical blow, his pedantic critiques of my every action leaving me feeling small and insignificant. I became a mere subject in his grotesque experiments, a living canvas for his twisted desires. The walls of his home, once a refuge, transformed into a prison, echoing with the laughter of a man who found pleasure in my suffering. In the suffocating silence that followed each episode, I could almost hear the whispers of the obscure… Read more »
Some plot
Troll. You really do write remarkable . . . things.
I admit I did post one eight word comment to this movie. It’s there to see.
You wrote 216 words 1,319 characters in reply. (A word counter told me that)
Somehow, I doubt you’re in California. For one thing, I’ve never seen a “crumbling” California bungalow. Doubt that there are any. All the California bungalows I’ve ever seen are in neighborhoods that have a lot of “pride of ownership” – good restoration. No crumbling. So your fiction just didn’t start well at all.
I see you bit on my “Slovenia, Croatia, and Peru” posts from a day prior. Mike Of course, I could have gone with, say, Calabria, Wales, Belgium, Germany. . . Would that also have been be a “peculiar blend of cultures?”
You’ll never really know anything about any of the commenters who you troll, troll. And you’ll never invent anything accurate.
But, you’d wanted to sling derogatory terms like beaner, raghead and squaw, or with the commenter mindblown, you’ve invented an ancestry from India or Pakistan.
You do seem to have unusual creative needs.
The “obsession with order” thing was remarkable, troll.
FWIW, before I drove to meet a fraternity brother for dinner, I did do a load of laundry. But – I didn’t fold it once it was dry. Just towels and socks. I left it on the bed to put away later.
When I came back, I read a bit from Terry Pratchett’s book Eric. That’s reading a book full of English humor. Does that make the “peculiar blend of cultures” even more peculiar? But, when I put it down, it was just tossing it aside. Didn’t straighten it. How does that jibe with an “obsession with order?”
FWIW, love England troll. And for instance, I think time in England really improved Taylor Swift’s songwriting. I was listening to her “So Long London” about the time you posted your troll post.
You’ll never really know about the commenters you troll, troll.
So why do you pretend to? Why do you dedicate so much time to posting bizarre, off base thoughts about people who comment in the site’s comment section?
It’s a choice you repeat daily, troll. Why do you continually choose to do this, again, and again, and again. . .?
The “whispers of the obscure Japanese pornographic movie titles that haunted him” 🙂
That’s remarkable writing, troll.
Oh, of all possible things to be haunted by. . .
Just trying to get a handle on that
So, instead, of say, a haunting like in Hamlet, where his father’s ghost appears, says “List, list, O, list” – you’ve got a haunting by whisperings of “obscure Japanese pornographic movie titles?”
Go for it. Give us some examples.
How about a top ten, Letterman style. The top ten whispered “obscure Japanese pornographic movie titles” that you, troll, could almost hear. . .
shut up shut up shut up
Daiki > Yudzuru, change my mind.
She needs to be poached by better companies like Madonna or SOD. Prestige is the single most boring stupid ever. The same boring camera angles and more focus on the ugly af male co-stars. Fucking bastards. They waste Remu Suzumori too.
trueee and true… yeah that’s pretty true