yumm....
sushi, then bar-b-q!

damn dude, wtf is going on in your head lol.

Yeah, they may be a bit better to look at (MAYBE), but I know nothing of their fellatio abilities. The five I said I've SEEN them giving head and can vouch for their talent (Heather Brooke especially so)

I see your point(Heather Brooke especially)

tom awakes with a serious head ache, hanging by his ankles with his arms tied behind his back.

a loud noise, the steel door in front of tom opens. a tall being dressed in black with a pale white blank mask enters.( he shall be called the mr. x)

mr. x draws a skinning knife from its sheve. he aproches tom. mr.x places the knife on toms left leg and slowly draws it down peeling skin away.

the screen goes black. tom is know totaly skinned, he is still alive.
mr. x pulls out a scalple. he then slowly slices toms bloody fleshy body. this continues for about 2 min.

mr. x then leaves the room. 1 min or 2 min passthen the door opens again. in run 3 german rotts. they begin to knaw on toms body( he is still alive). 2 mins of the eating pass when the door opens again and mr. x has a gasoline can. mr. x calls the dogs.

mr. x walks up and poors the gas on tom. he lights a match, ignites tom and walks away.






i admit im a little fucked in the head, but i would love to see my creation of death in a film.

it would be extremly gory, i toned it down alot cause i was short on time. id have to film it myself.


ive got it ill film it and send into project greenlight as my short film. i wish i would have done it sooner so wes could see it, and fuck mirmax if they dont like it, deminsion and wes craven would love it.


i just copy and pasted cause i cant remember how to quote

That is the funniest sentance...ever! Fellate me ........:p

Nice to see someone besides me on this board watches her stuff

John sat on the wooden stool in the dimly lit basement, staring at the vice that was mounted on the workdesk. He ran his fingers over the rusted steel, flipping the crank and watching the vice expand.

"Come on, do it," the Devil said, standing over John. He patted John's shoulders with his long, black nails.

"I'm gonna, gimee a second."

John turned to crank until the vice was large enough to fit a human skull into. He swallowed a large bubble of saliva.

"Come on, let's go." The Devil was getting impatient. "I dare ya."

"You don't have to dare me, I'm gonna do it anyway."

The Devil clapped and giggled like small child as John fit his head into the vice, and gripped the crank as best he could with his hand.

"I... I can't."

"Oh, that's OK. Here, I'll help you out," the Devil said as he placed his hand over John's on the crank.

:confused:

Another death


One curious night a young man was tempted to dare the chance of walking into the supposedly abandoned house. A mile walk lead the man to a crumbled driveway. The narrow driveway was hugged by a dense woods. About 200 yards into the woods sets the abandoned house.

The man pulls out a flashlight as he gets to the front stone steps. He walks across the porch up to the front door. There is a window on each side of the door. The man looks through each window seeing nothing but black and still shadows.

He flicks his flashlight on, a beam of light hits the rough wooden door. He pushes into the door with his shoulder and slips inside. He falls to the floor, his body laying half in and half out of the house.

He picks himself up and brushes himself off. He sweeps the light across the front room. The room is bare of furnishings. The pungunt stench of something vile rests in the air and nearly doubles him over in nauseia.

The sharp sound of a womans cry of agony came. It made him tense up in fear. He thought to flee the house but decided to muscle it and search the house. The cry came once again. It seemed to come from the beneath the floorboards.

The sound was to real to be a ghost. So the man ran further into the house to find a way into the basement.

He walked down a hall and opened a door that opened to a descending stairway. The stairway had a small landing that turned left. He could see a faint glow of light.

The crys now are horrifying screams that pulse through the mans nerves.

The man went down the stairs carefully not to lose his balance. His adrenaline made him shake. As he got to the landing he could almost see the full sight.

A naked womans body was on a medical lab table strapped down and twitching violently in pain. A red blanket of blood was slick and sticky from the womans torso to her disfigured but once pretty head.

The man beside the lab table wearing a doctors coat and pair of bloody surgeons gloves pulled at the womans black and crimson hair. A sickening snapping sound came as the man pulled her head from her body.

The doc looked up at the man on the staircase and grinned. Carrying the womans head in one hand and a meat clever in the other he walked slowly toward the man on the stairs.