Craven, Wesley Approximate Words Counted 200
2013: Wes Craven
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Pinch Me; Introduction
by
Wes Craven, Mark Walt Meredith
Michael Jackson is dead; so quit pretending that you didn't know for sure Mike kidnapped little boys! Stop pretending Mike wasn't a child diddle-r! Don't pretend Mike was a great musician just before Mike's death! Mike could only tour in London and Japan because Billy Jean was the height of Mike's career!
A story about one-time Mike fought Freddy Krueger after Jason vs. Freddy!
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Craven, Wesley _Word Count; 1,700
2013; Wes Craven
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PINCH ME, I MUST BE DREAMING
by
Mark Meredith
One day, a famous star went to take a nap, little realizing that when he did, he would have a nightmare. He drifted off to sleep, and a nightmarish figure stalked into the materializing world of his dreams. This nightmare figure crept along the shadow-lined alleyways of this nightmare nether world, wearing an old threadbare striped sweater on his thin lanky form and specially made glove with razor-sharp blades where the fingers were. He slowly found his way to a street where the performing star found he standing, looking around quizzically, not understanding where he was.
Slinking out onto the desolate expanse of gritty, rain-slicked blacktop, the nightmarish boogeyman sneaked up on the popular singer, who was unaware of any intruder in his presence. The creature of nightmare stood one step behind this famed singer to millions, his claw rising up like an ax, ready to swing down and bring mourning to the lives of the singer's millions of fans. Then, his hand pausing in midair before the strike, this creature of darkness said in his dark, gruff voice, turn, turn and look into the Face of Fear! The star had only one second to look around and see this nightmare creature before its hand came down upon his face, and stopped short, the razor-ed points of the glove nearly touching the pupils of the singing star's eyes.
The nightmare figure said after a short, dumbfounded pause, finally, "Waita-minute, you're not afraid. You're looking into the face of fear and you're not afraid. Why aren't you afraid?"
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The professional singer, shrugging his shoulders, still looking at the nightmare casually replied in his high-pitched voice, "Why should I be?"
The monster drew back, startled by this sudden unexpected turn of events and answered bewildered, wide eyed, "W-well, because! Th-the glove! You've never seen someone as insane and bizarre as me before! I'm a crazy man! I've got a strange, bizarre glove on one hand!"
The singer merely said, "So? So, do, I. Mine even has diamonds sewn onto it."
The nightmare thing, afraid of not being taken seriously, stumbled over his words to defend the tattered remains of his wounded, overblown pride, b-but I am nightmare incarnate, evil personified, corrupted by anger! I'm intimidating! My face is monstrously disfigured!
The singer simply retorted, "So? So is mine! I've had so much plastic surgery that my face doesn't even look remotely human anymore!"
The nightmare figure leered angrily at the singer, as he hunched over, like some animal and began to shake a clenched claw at the man, yelling in a tiger's growl, WHY you little, insignificant microbe! I am a being whom has been burned by the scourge of flame! Lived through the horror of being set aflame by a group of people working together to bring harm upon me! I am the one whom had vowed to wreak vengeance on those whom burned me AND has risen up to achieve their downfall!
I have felt the hair on MY very head crackling and sizzling as flames engulfed me!
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The singer looked over at the nightmare creature and said, "What a coincidence! Pepsi tried that with me, too! I had to go through all of that legal lawsuit stuff to get pay back for my damages. I ended up suing them for everything they had!"
The monster trying to match each story the professional singer came up with, with one even worse, sputtered angrily, "So you think you've experienced it all? In my childhood, my youth was corrupted by the constant daily beatings I received at the hands of the man that adopted me and became my father."
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The star only laughed at the nightmare, eee-heee-hee! You crack me up! Now you ain't ever had a beating until you've gotten one from my father Joe Jackson! He hit me and Latoya in so many places that he wore the color off our skin!
The nightmare fumed at this impertinence and stormed up to the professional performer to confront him and set everything straight, poking him in his chest with a long sharp index finger to make his point. Listen, pal, I'm a monstrously insane human being, a mistake of nature, an evil seed from the harvest of an insane fiend's lust, the result of one dreaded night between the woman who was my mother and a crazy man!
The star said, so am I! My father Joe Jackson is the most psycho mother you'll ever see on this Earth! Is one crazy man whom you don't want to cross paths with! He'll slap the skin right off your head, no matter whose kid you are!
The nightmarish creature suddenly stood there feeling helpless, pausing unable to think of anything else to say with shoulders slumped, then uttered with an upturned palm of his gloved hand, "But, but, I'm unspeakable evil! You have to fear me! In my life my crimes were so horrendous and perverted that when the world had found oUT that I had committed them, great numbers of people with children banded together because they didn't want me to get my hands on the youth, bringing upon my downfall and demise!"
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The singer stated, yeah, that happened to me, also. There's a lott-a' people boycotting my new album, could mean the end of my career. Oh well, maybe marrying what's-her-name will help things, my agent said it would.
The nightmare, indignant, clenched his gloved claw at his side, shaking as he yelled, you insignificant, little worm! Do you realize whom you are talking to? I am a warped evil being that can take youths into the world of my dreams where they are helpless against me.
The singer looked slightly surprised, me too! I have a place like that; I call it Never-Land Ranch. I have an amusement park right next to my house. It's the land of my dreams!
Always dreamed of a place where I could take my pick of young boys out of a crowd of kids. It attracts children like a magnet. I mean, what other reason would I have for having such a huge thing?
Suddenly, simmering with such anger that he began to shake like a volcano the demonic creature erupted in an angered fit, raising up his claw to strike the singer down, yelling, "You festering slug! Have you no conception of THE evil that you are trifling with? I am the Destroyer of Innocence! I am the Pillager of Mankind's Children!"
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The demonic nightmare loomed over the professional singer about to cut him down just as the star said, you too? The nightmare stood there frozen, dumbfounded. The professional singer continued again, I mean, what a coincidence!
The creature drew his hand slowly down from where it stood frozen in the air in awe, saying, "Waaaaiiit a miiiiinuuuuttte. I recognize you from somewhere. Say, you wouldn't happen to be that guy who made that music video where you were screaming, would you?"
The singer smiled bashfully, blushing. "Why, yes, I am!" he said.
The nightmare stared at the singer, wide-eyed with fear, saying, "n-no! No! Th-the things you've done are, horrible, horrible! Moreover, your music, horrendous! Aaaaaaaahhhhh!" the demonic creature screamed in horror, bolting out of sheer panic to run aimlessly away thought the shadowed, nightmare streets, wildly flailing his gloved and ungloved hand alike in the air until he was just a tiny screaming dot diminishing on the horizon, then he was gone.
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The singing star turned away from the strip of horizon from which the nightmare creature had just disappeared, a puzzled look suddenly on his face. Then he said to himself, what a strange dream that was. Oh, well, it's over. I might as well get down to dreaming my usual normal dreams that every average everyday person has.
Beside the singer on the front step to a building on that dreamscape appeared Macaulay Culkin, draped seductively across those steps in a bikini. I'm home alone, you big, bad man, you better catch me!
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