Gas, Chopper Babes, and Jessica effing Bloom

Avatar Author: The Electric Hillbilly In short, the Electric Hillbilly is a free and untrammelled citizen of the great state of Alabama, who lives in the hills, has no means to speak of, dresses as he can, talks as he pleases, drinks whiskey when he can get i... Read Bio

“What’s your name?” the taller teen asked. He looked about seventeen, and wore an Arizona Wildcats sweatshirt. It was stained red with blood. He stood inches from the Jeep’s headlights.

“Jessica Fucking Bloom,” she replied. “Who the hell are you?”

He moved closer, right hand extended. “It’s hard to see in the dark.”

“Like it that way,” Marisa said, unscrewing the round gas cap and placing it between her teeth. She lifted the red-and-black can, pouring its contents into the hog’s hungry underbelly.

“Mind if I come closer?” Brandon asked.

Marisa lifted her left index finger, spat the gas cap to her feet. “Stop!!”


“Just wait!”

“Christ! Just being friendly.”

“What’s your friend’s name?” Marisa asked

“Jesse,” Brandon responded. “He’s kind of quiet.”

“Look like a couple of Nancies to me. What the hell are you doing up here?”

“Just drop the attitude, bitch! What the hell are you running from?” Brandon asked.

Jesse stared at Marisa, sullen and disgusted. He raced toward her in a lustful rage.

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  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Well that was a dark turn. The sweatshirt covered with blood certainly pushes it more towards the post-apocalyptic option. I like the fumbling attempts at being nice.

  2. Toonrmicon Robotech_Master

    I’m curious why the blood is there.

  3. Avatar The Electric Hillbilly

    Write a sequel and find out, Robotech_Master… Sometimes you just dangle the carrot out there and wait for someone to bite. Other times, we think about what could be and leave a door or two open. Which door will it be? I’d really like you to sequel this one.

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