Posted:Sun Jan 4, 2009 10:59 AM CST
Circle Jerk Jinx 3: The Alpha B*tch
The girl tried to silence the muses, but they would not shut up until she gave them life via the stories. They gave her migraines until she wrote down the visions. The vril was at work, the visions would not stop, she could do nothing to stop them until she finished the story replete with the horrifying visions.
Circle Jerk Berserker 2:
One of the online forum Circle Jerk Berserkers, who for some strange reason known only to herself, had a lot invested in convincing herself that she was the 'Alpha B*tch' of the online forum chain of fools whose sole raison d' etre was to harass and gang up on anybody who dared post independent thoughts in the forums. This chain of fools jealously guarded their precious online forums in packs with a form of arrested development rivaled only by that of punk bully brats on a short school bus who would attack en masse any new kid who dared sit in one of their designated seats, but only in a posse where their mob behavior propped each other up and masked the individual weaknesses of each one of the pack.
The middle aged Alpha B*tch of the online clique had no friends in her life outside of her job as an assistant manager at Walmart and as a single mother. She relished her role as a puppet mistress of the forums, cackling to herself anytime she had the opportunity to bare her fangs and snarl at anyone who threatened her position.
She'd received a phone call about the horrible accident of the first Circle Jerk Berserker that left him in a vegetative state after not seeing his online presence for a while.
She brushed her teeth in the mirror, thinking of the poor guy's accident, only to see the formation of a canine fang protruding from her upper gums. She paused and reflected on the yellowing fang and made a mental note to get it removed, only she had no idea how that would happen with her lack of dental insurance from the stingy policies of Walmart. She went to work to discuss her options with her superiors.
At Walmart the next day, she began to instruct the new cashiers, defying the unspoken social contract of allowing at least three feet of space between herself and the employees. They recoiled in horror as she barked the instructions, the words coming out in tortured, incomprehensible yelps and growls. She stopped and excused herself to the bathroom to finger the fang peeking from underneath her lip, even when her mouth was closed. That is when she discovered the patch of fur on the back of her right hand. She decided to excuse herself as sick and attempted to tell her supervisor that she needed to go to the doctor. Every other word was a bark or a growl, she had to speak the sentences three times before the supervisor could understand her plans to see a doctor. Her supervisor recoiled at her mouth as she spoke and told her to leave right away. As the Alpha B*tch walked toward the door leading to the parking lot, she heard the other employees and her supervisor whispering that not only did she have a face like that of a dog, but her breath smelled like a German Shepard with a forgotten rotting soup bone stuck in its' maw.
The tears flowed as she half walked, half crawled to the car in the employee parking lot. Her hands shook as she reached into her purse for the keys and started to unlock the door. She collected herself and adjusted the seatbelt, too afraid to look in the mirror even as she heard her sobs stop and the panting begin. She gingerly turned the mirror toward her face and saw a paper thin, red, long, steaming wet tongue hanging down beneath her wet snout, draping her jaw. She tried to scream, but only barks came out. She shoved the keys in her hands and tried to turn over the ignition, only to realize that her hands had morphed into fur covered paws with claws that kept slipping and sliding off of the keys.
-to be con't