Wax Zombie
02-10-2009, 07:32 PM
Back in the day I used to turn children stories into my horror version stories.
Heres a one of them.
Jack and the Beanstalk
Once upon a horrible time, there lived an abused boy named Jack. Mistreated by his mother, jack was forced to live outside with the dogs in the yard. He only ate when his mother said. He only bathed in mud. The winters were the worst for poor Jack. He had lost two of his fingers to the bitter shelterless cold while his drunken mother sat by the warm fire in the house.
Not only was he forced to sleep outside, he was also responsible for cleaning up asfter his disgusting mother. She watched with a whip in hand making sure that Jack was working. If he slumped for even two seconds, the whip would slice his back making Jack fall over in pain listening to his mother's sadistic laughter.
Poor Jack shivered outside one night while listening to his dogs snoring silently behind him. Jack was crying. Upset about his life, about his mother, and he couldn't take it anymore. That night, his mother called him into the house to clean up her alcoholic vomit in front of her. Before heading in, Jack grabbed a metal pipe from the ground.
"Hurry up, you sorry sack of shit," his mother drunkenly slurred. The booze was heavy on her breath as she stared down him, whip in hand. Jack grumbled under his breath as he swabbed up the mushy green and yellow colrs from the wooden floor. "Look at you. You're pathetic. You're weak. You're the one who cause me to puke. All i had to was look at your ugly face and- Blahh! Oh, god i hope you die soon. Now hurry up!" She raised the whip. Before it came down, Jack caught the end of the whip on the pipe and threw it across the room. Being drunk and totally stupid, his mother swung at him and missed. She had fallen over. "Why you little-!" she tried kicking him, but jack moved to the other side of the room and grabbed the rusted pipe. She saw him through her drunken eyes and realized what he had in his hand. Fear over took her.
"Jack...honey...put it down."
Jack didn't stir. Rage stripped his heart of his kindness. Rage erupted from his toes. All the years of torture and all the years of abuse finally got to him. Jack Raised the bar high over his listening to his mother screaming as he brought the thing down onto her skull.
Jack didn't even bother picking up the mess. The blood was to dirty and her brains were to ugly. Her skull was shattered, but nothing to complicated. So, Jack left his mother there to bleed, to rot, and to burn in hell. He dropped the pipe.
Jack was cold now. He missed his dogs. He missed their warm fur, their lovely kisses, their playfulness. And yet, he swore upon his grave that he would never go back to that forsaken house. He wanted to forget everything in his wake. Just to get up and go and never look back. But where would he go? Where would he get food? Ah, he didn't know. He didn't really care. Whatever way possible he figured. If he had to steal, he would. If he would have to...kill, then so be it. he wasn't afraid anymore. He wasn't afraid.
Jack stumbled through the town kicking at whatever was in his path. his stomach rumbled with hunger and his feet began to hurt. He then came upon a small old man in a shrowd. The old geezer grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to his eye level. Jack stayed silent and unafraid.
"I couldn't help but overhear your tummy rummbling. Are you hungry, son?"
Jack nodded to parched to speak. Then the man held out his bony hand and opened it. Jack looked down to find that he was holding five beans. He looked at the old man confused.
"Plant these beans and you will never go hungry again," he said in a raspy voice. He took Jack's hand and put the beans in his palm. Jack nodded to the old man and turned to go when he was stopped. "Don't worry, son. Life isn't so bad. Plant those beans and you'll never go hungry. You'll never go poor. You'll be a wealthy man. Very wealthy indeed." The old man then left the boy. Jack watched him disappear into the fog.
'Plant them?' Jack thought,'Why don't I just eat them now?' He raised the beans to his lips ready to swallow. Something stopped him though. What if the old man was right? What if these beans could make his life better? What did he have to lose? And if he was wrong, then he'd just dig them up and eat them. Nothing to it.
And with that, Jack ran to the outskirts of town watching everything fly be him as he went.
'I'll be waelthy. I'll be wealthy!' And he ran and ran and ran.
ack hurried to the hill outside of town where he stopped to take a breath. He looked back at the twinkling lights of his town. And what a pile of shit it was. He smiled and laughed. He then slumped over falling flat on his back staring up at the night sky. Nothing much to look at.
Jack closed his eyes and let the beans fall from his fingers. Gifting the soil with his tears of joy, the beans were buried deep in the earth. Worms scrambled from the objects, and fleas jumped.
Underneath him, a rumble began to spread to his toes. The crusty blood on his hands melted into the soil from his sweat. The dirt then began to rise. Stalks of green and vines of gold popped from the ground rising higher and higher into the night sky. Jack never felt a thing. he didn't feel the wind on his face nor the mists form the clouds on his fair skin.
Jack had fallen asleep.
Jack began to stir from his peaceful slumber. The bright and shinning sun fell over his face causing his stir. Jack lifted his hands to his eyes sheltering them. Beams of gold spread across his whole body leaving a happy feature within him. Strange though because it was so hot. It was never this hot in his town. Because of the heat, Jack decided to stand up before he burned. Once he stood and opened his eyes, his heart skipped a beat and his head started spinning.
"What the-"
All around him were clouds. Soft white clouds.
"How-" Jack was to stunned to speak. Slowly yet surely, he took a breath and let it out.
"Am I dreaming? Where am I?" Jack looked around left to right trying to make out his where abouts. Jack looked down at his feet. Under him were long green stalks. Thicker then any red wood tree. Giant leaves tickled his face. He suddenly remembered the beans.
"This is it? It just grew into heaven? There's nothing up here. He lied to me. He fucking lied!" Jack screamed and kicked the bean stalk.
Suddenly a large rumble sounded. Then another and another. Jack desperatly held to the stalk to keep himself upright. A hideous oder then filled his sinuses. It smelled like death, fecies, and tabacco. Really digusting. Jack held his nose.
"WHO IS UP HERE?!" boomed a heavy voice. More rumbling. Jack ducked under a stalk and held his breath. A giant man stepped from the cloudy mists. Jack gagged as the smell got stronger.
The giant then made large sniffing sounds. Some mucus covered his lower lip. The giant licked it away. He looked Jack's way and a grin crossed his ugly warted green-like face.
"AHA!" he bellowed stepping towards Jack. "FEE FIE FOH FUM! I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN ENGLISHMAN!"
The giant then laughed as he bent down to pick Jack up. The boy screamed and scrambled from the stalk not caring if he would fall or not. The giant laughed at him again. He started chasing Jack.
"FEE FIE FOH FUM! DINNER TIME! HAHAHAHAHA!" Jack could run no further. He tripped over the giant's shoe. He was then hauled up to meet the giant's disgusting face.
"Let me go! Please!"
The giant only laughed. "I'LL GRIND YOUR BONES TO MAKE MY BREAD! HAHAHA!" Jack wiped a huge glob of spit from his face.
They started walking. Jack didn't know where to. He had passed out again.
Jack woke to the smell of mold. Gray mold stuck to glass. He jumped with a start landing on his feet. Jack toppled a bit when he realized he couldn't move his feet. Panic swept over him making his heart race as he tried to pry himself from the gray substance that held him in place. His heart skipped a beat until he finally began to analise where he was.
Out in front of him, there was a huge cabinet shelf filled with vile gut wrenching plates and giant wine glasses. Giant cockroaches crawled over the yellow aged walls leaving behind a large terd in their wakes. Jack puked at the sight. He looked to the other side.
Out there was a ginormous chair. Wittle, and weak cracked and bruised. Smoke rose into the air from what looked like a kitchen area. Jack noticed a huge stove, and washing bin. Cockroaches climbed over that, too. Jack vomitted again. The disgusting creatures reminded him of his mother. He was forced to eat the damn things for supper while she pigged out on chicken and mashed potatoes. She would look at him on the floor and say, "You weren't born to eat this luxirous food. You were born to munch and crunch on those blasted roaches. Make friends with them, then lure them to their new home." She'd patted her stomach and laughed at the poor boy.
Jack sobbed. He was glad she was dead. Battered. Blood askew. He was glad.
A loud rumble from under him stopped his thinking. Each course of sound waves almost sent him down into the gushy gray mold. Jack held his balance. He peered through the foggy glass and saw a giant...woman. Probably the wife of the house. She was a holding a steaming pot and she was humming to herself. Jack covered his ears. He watched as her warted nose nose sniffed the steaming brew. Satisfied, she began to stur it with a moldy wooden spoon. She even tasted it leaving the horrible mush on her lips.
Jack swallowed.
"DARLING?!" she called brutaly. "DARLING!"
The rumbling began again and the giant came in the room.
"WHAT?! I WAS HAVIN A NICE NAP. WHAT'D YA WAKE ME FOR?"
"WHEN YOU GONNA COOK THAT LITTLE WEASAL, HUH? I'VE BEEN MAKING ME BEST RECIPE FOR THE LAD. YOU BEST BE COOKIN HIM UP GOOD TONIGHT."
The giant rubbed his neck.
"HE'S GROWIN STALE. GRIND HIM UP ALREADY. ME STEW IS STARTIN TO GET COLD." She left to the stove and continued stirring.
Jack's fear returned again as the ugly man walked toward him.
"I have to get out of here..."
The giant lifted the glass and Jack took a quick wift of air to clear his lungs. The green moldy mush held him in place so he couldn't run. Poor Jack.
"No. Please, don't eat me," Jack pleaded.
The giant laughed at him. His wife reappeared from behind the wall. "STOP TOYING WITH HIM AND GRIND HIM UP. I DON'T WANT IT TO GET COLD."
The giant grumbled and bent to pick the boy up. Jack struggled against his grip and tried desperatey to fight off the smelly warty fingers that brought him meet the giant's face.
"YOU MAKE ME LAUGH WITH YER PITTIFUL PLEAING. HAHAHAHAHA!"
Another large glob of spit covered his face.
Jack tried one last time. "Please, if you promise not to eat me, I can give you whatever you want."
The giant laughed. "WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY GIVE ME? HAHAHAHA!"
"I can give....you gold."
"GOLD?"
Jack was happy with his lie. The giant was fooled. "Oh, sure. Where I come from, they have tons of gold. And silver. Why, I'm the richest of them all. Oh, but um, don't tell anyone that. It'll be our secret. And if you spare me, I'll you all that I have. Whatdaya say?"
The giant murmered to himself and rubbed his chin. he looked back at his wife.
"And," Jack said,"you won't have to share it with anyone. Not even her." The wife hummed awfully to herself.
The giant smiled at that idea. He looked at the boy.
"So...it is a deal?" Jack held out his hand to the giant.
"DEAL."
Jack and the giant stepped out into the clouds over to the giant beanstalk. The giant set the boy on his branches and watched as he started to climb down. The big idiot tilted his head like a confused dog.
"THE GOLD IS...DOWN THERE?" he pointed downward. Jack just looked at him and smiled. The giant was afraid. But of just what exactly?
"Yeah. Why?"
"WELL, I, UH..."
"Don't tell me you're afraid," Jack smiled at him. The giant rubbed his sweaty neck.
"AREN'T THERE...STARVING PEOPLE DOWN THERE?"
Jack smiled at him again and looked down. "No."
The giant sighed with relief and began to climb down with Jack.
On the ground, the giant scanned the horizon and sheilded his eyes from the sun. He looked down at the boy hoping to be lead to the gold soon. He was growing afraid again. His Large and disgusting mother always told him that the world below was a horrible place. Live mutants and horrid bugs the size of stars woulkd eat him alive. As a boy, if he ever was one, he would always throw down giant boulders hoping to squish the mutants and giant bugs. In the process, gold coins would fly up towards him. He'd put on his house window in a large jar so proud of himself. His wife didn't even know about it. He smiled again and relaxed thinking that all his nightmares were gone. Just in case, he had his axe with him.
Jack told him to bring it because all their gold was in a giant tree. Big dummy fell for it.
Jack lead the idiot back toward his home town. Poor people looked his way and saw the giant behind him. Jack smiled as he stepped in town at the people. A starving child lay dead in the street. Their crops were bare, and their well was dry. Jack realized how bad it was and turned to the people. The giant was no good anyway. He'd eat them if he could. But...what if if could be the other way around...?
Jack turned to the giant who held his axe high in fright at the little people. They were licking their chops.
"Don't be afraid," Jack said as people gathered behind him licking their lips in obvious hunger. "We're just poor...hungry folk." The crowd started toward the giant. He backed away.
"YOU LIED TO ME! THERE WAS NO GOLD!!!"
"Only yours," Jack replied as he and crowd continued to move his way. The giant turned and ran causing small earthquakes beneath them. In his panic, he dropped the axe. jack knew where he was heading and ordered the people to pick the axe up. They all dragged it behind them after the giant.
They found him all half way up the beanstalk climbing for his life. Scared shitless. The crowd came up behind him and swung the giant axe. Over. And over again until at last the giant fell to the ground. The people had moved out of the way as the giant landed with a big BOOM! The earth rumbled.
Jack and the rest climbed up to his chest with the axe and held it over his chest. Jack smiled at the giant prize for him and his folk. The giant watched in horror as the crowed plunged the axe right through his rib cage severing his internal organs. Enormous globs of blood and flesh flew every direction landing on the bare crops. The nutrients enriched the soil and suddenly the corn sprouted from the mud. The giant's screams could heard all over the land as he was struck over and over again until he was dead.
Up in the sky, the wife went to her husband's room for a good cleaning and in the process knocked her giant warty ass into the change jar on the window sill. All the years of change saving spilled from the window and onto the world below.
People from below screamed with joy and glamor as gold coins rained down on them and their food.
Jack raised his hands to the sky and licked the giant's blood off lips.
And that was the end of the poor old town. The crops were enriched, the ground water appeared in the well, and everyone had money. Jack had a life and there was plenty food to go around.
The End
Other stories I did from my twisted horror tale series are Tree little pigs, Humpty dumpty, and Christmas carol.
Heres a one of them.
Jack and the Beanstalk
Once upon a horrible time, there lived an abused boy named Jack. Mistreated by his mother, jack was forced to live outside with the dogs in the yard. He only ate when his mother said. He only bathed in mud. The winters were the worst for poor Jack. He had lost two of his fingers to the bitter shelterless cold while his drunken mother sat by the warm fire in the house.
Not only was he forced to sleep outside, he was also responsible for cleaning up asfter his disgusting mother. She watched with a whip in hand making sure that Jack was working. If he slumped for even two seconds, the whip would slice his back making Jack fall over in pain listening to his mother's sadistic laughter.
Poor Jack shivered outside one night while listening to his dogs snoring silently behind him. Jack was crying. Upset about his life, about his mother, and he couldn't take it anymore. That night, his mother called him into the house to clean up her alcoholic vomit in front of her. Before heading in, Jack grabbed a metal pipe from the ground.
"Hurry up, you sorry sack of shit," his mother drunkenly slurred. The booze was heavy on her breath as she stared down him, whip in hand. Jack grumbled under his breath as he swabbed up the mushy green and yellow colrs from the wooden floor. "Look at you. You're pathetic. You're weak. You're the one who cause me to puke. All i had to was look at your ugly face and- Blahh! Oh, god i hope you die soon. Now hurry up!" She raised the whip. Before it came down, Jack caught the end of the whip on the pipe and threw it across the room. Being drunk and totally stupid, his mother swung at him and missed. She had fallen over. "Why you little-!" she tried kicking him, but jack moved to the other side of the room and grabbed the rusted pipe. She saw him through her drunken eyes and realized what he had in his hand. Fear over took her.
"Jack...honey...put it down."
Jack didn't stir. Rage stripped his heart of his kindness. Rage erupted from his toes. All the years of torture and all the years of abuse finally got to him. Jack Raised the bar high over his listening to his mother screaming as he brought the thing down onto her skull.
Jack didn't even bother picking up the mess. The blood was to dirty and her brains were to ugly. Her skull was shattered, but nothing to complicated. So, Jack left his mother there to bleed, to rot, and to burn in hell. He dropped the pipe.
Jack was cold now. He missed his dogs. He missed their warm fur, their lovely kisses, their playfulness. And yet, he swore upon his grave that he would never go back to that forsaken house. He wanted to forget everything in his wake. Just to get up and go and never look back. But where would he go? Where would he get food? Ah, he didn't know. He didn't really care. Whatever way possible he figured. If he had to steal, he would. If he would have to...kill, then so be it. he wasn't afraid anymore. He wasn't afraid.
Jack stumbled through the town kicking at whatever was in his path. his stomach rumbled with hunger and his feet began to hurt. He then came upon a small old man in a shrowd. The old geezer grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to his eye level. Jack stayed silent and unafraid.
"I couldn't help but overhear your tummy rummbling. Are you hungry, son?"
Jack nodded to parched to speak. Then the man held out his bony hand and opened it. Jack looked down to find that he was holding five beans. He looked at the old man confused.
"Plant these beans and you will never go hungry again," he said in a raspy voice. He took Jack's hand and put the beans in his palm. Jack nodded to the old man and turned to go when he was stopped. "Don't worry, son. Life isn't so bad. Plant those beans and you'll never go hungry. You'll never go poor. You'll be a wealthy man. Very wealthy indeed." The old man then left the boy. Jack watched him disappear into the fog.
'Plant them?' Jack thought,'Why don't I just eat them now?' He raised the beans to his lips ready to swallow. Something stopped him though. What if the old man was right? What if these beans could make his life better? What did he have to lose? And if he was wrong, then he'd just dig them up and eat them. Nothing to it.
And with that, Jack ran to the outskirts of town watching everything fly be him as he went.
'I'll be waelthy. I'll be wealthy!' And he ran and ran and ran.
ack hurried to the hill outside of town where he stopped to take a breath. He looked back at the twinkling lights of his town. And what a pile of shit it was. He smiled and laughed. He then slumped over falling flat on his back staring up at the night sky. Nothing much to look at.
Jack closed his eyes and let the beans fall from his fingers. Gifting the soil with his tears of joy, the beans were buried deep in the earth. Worms scrambled from the objects, and fleas jumped.
Underneath him, a rumble began to spread to his toes. The crusty blood on his hands melted into the soil from his sweat. The dirt then began to rise. Stalks of green and vines of gold popped from the ground rising higher and higher into the night sky. Jack never felt a thing. he didn't feel the wind on his face nor the mists form the clouds on his fair skin.
Jack had fallen asleep.
Jack began to stir from his peaceful slumber. The bright and shinning sun fell over his face causing his stir. Jack lifted his hands to his eyes sheltering them. Beams of gold spread across his whole body leaving a happy feature within him. Strange though because it was so hot. It was never this hot in his town. Because of the heat, Jack decided to stand up before he burned. Once he stood and opened his eyes, his heart skipped a beat and his head started spinning.
"What the-"
All around him were clouds. Soft white clouds.
"How-" Jack was to stunned to speak. Slowly yet surely, he took a breath and let it out.
"Am I dreaming? Where am I?" Jack looked around left to right trying to make out his where abouts. Jack looked down at his feet. Under him were long green stalks. Thicker then any red wood tree. Giant leaves tickled his face. He suddenly remembered the beans.
"This is it? It just grew into heaven? There's nothing up here. He lied to me. He fucking lied!" Jack screamed and kicked the bean stalk.
Suddenly a large rumble sounded. Then another and another. Jack desperatly held to the stalk to keep himself upright. A hideous oder then filled his sinuses. It smelled like death, fecies, and tabacco. Really digusting. Jack held his nose.
"WHO IS UP HERE?!" boomed a heavy voice. More rumbling. Jack ducked under a stalk and held his breath. A giant man stepped from the cloudy mists. Jack gagged as the smell got stronger.
The giant then made large sniffing sounds. Some mucus covered his lower lip. The giant licked it away. He looked Jack's way and a grin crossed his ugly warted green-like face.
"AHA!" he bellowed stepping towards Jack. "FEE FIE FOH FUM! I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN ENGLISHMAN!"
The giant then laughed as he bent down to pick Jack up. The boy screamed and scrambled from the stalk not caring if he would fall or not. The giant laughed at him again. He started chasing Jack.
"FEE FIE FOH FUM! DINNER TIME! HAHAHAHAHA!" Jack could run no further. He tripped over the giant's shoe. He was then hauled up to meet the giant's disgusting face.
"Let me go! Please!"
The giant only laughed. "I'LL GRIND YOUR BONES TO MAKE MY BREAD! HAHAHA!" Jack wiped a huge glob of spit from his face.
They started walking. Jack didn't know where to. He had passed out again.
Jack woke to the smell of mold. Gray mold stuck to glass. He jumped with a start landing on his feet. Jack toppled a bit when he realized he couldn't move his feet. Panic swept over him making his heart race as he tried to pry himself from the gray substance that held him in place. His heart skipped a beat until he finally began to analise where he was.
Out in front of him, there was a huge cabinet shelf filled with vile gut wrenching plates and giant wine glasses. Giant cockroaches crawled over the yellow aged walls leaving behind a large terd in their wakes. Jack puked at the sight. He looked to the other side.
Out there was a ginormous chair. Wittle, and weak cracked and bruised. Smoke rose into the air from what looked like a kitchen area. Jack noticed a huge stove, and washing bin. Cockroaches climbed over that, too. Jack vomitted again. The disgusting creatures reminded him of his mother. He was forced to eat the damn things for supper while she pigged out on chicken and mashed potatoes. She would look at him on the floor and say, "You weren't born to eat this luxirous food. You were born to munch and crunch on those blasted roaches. Make friends with them, then lure them to their new home." She'd patted her stomach and laughed at the poor boy.
Jack sobbed. He was glad she was dead. Battered. Blood askew. He was glad.
A loud rumble from under him stopped his thinking. Each course of sound waves almost sent him down into the gushy gray mold. Jack held his balance. He peered through the foggy glass and saw a giant...woman. Probably the wife of the house. She was a holding a steaming pot and she was humming to herself. Jack covered his ears. He watched as her warted nose nose sniffed the steaming brew. Satisfied, she began to stur it with a moldy wooden spoon. She even tasted it leaving the horrible mush on her lips.
Jack swallowed.
"DARLING?!" she called brutaly. "DARLING!"
The rumbling began again and the giant came in the room.
"WHAT?! I WAS HAVIN A NICE NAP. WHAT'D YA WAKE ME FOR?"
"WHEN YOU GONNA COOK THAT LITTLE WEASAL, HUH? I'VE BEEN MAKING ME BEST RECIPE FOR THE LAD. YOU BEST BE COOKIN HIM UP GOOD TONIGHT."
The giant rubbed his neck.
"HE'S GROWIN STALE. GRIND HIM UP ALREADY. ME STEW IS STARTIN TO GET COLD." She left to the stove and continued stirring.
Jack's fear returned again as the ugly man walked toward him.
"I have to get out of here..."
The giant lifted the glass and Jack took a quick wift of air to clear his lungs. The green moldy mush held him in place so he couldn't run. Poor Jack.
"No. Please, don't eat me," Jack pleaded.
The giant laughed at him. His wife reappeared from behind the wall. "STOP TOYING WITH HIM AND GRIND HIM UP. I DON'T WANT IT TO GET COLD."
The giant grumbled and bent to pick the boy up. Jack struggled against his grip and tried desperatey to fight off the smelly warty fingers that brought him meet the giant's face.
"YOU MAKE ME LAUGH WITH YER PITTIFUL PLEAING. HAHAHAHAHA!"
Another large glob of spit covered his face.
Jack tried one last time. "Please, if you promise not to eat me, I can give you whatever you want."
The giant laughed. "WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY GIVE ME? HAHAHAHA!"
"I can give....you gold."
"GOLD?"
Jack was happy with his lie. The giant was fooled. "Oh, sure. Where I come from, they have tons of gold. And silver. Why, I'm the richest of them all. Oh, but um, don't tell anyone that. It'll be our secret. And if you spare me, I'll you all that I have. Whatdaya say?"
The giant murmered to himself and rubbed his chin. he looked back at his wife.
"And," Jack said,"you won't have to share it with anyone. Not even her." The wife hummed awfully to herself.
The giant smiled at that idea. He looked at the boy.
"So...it is a deal?" Jack held out his hand to the giant.
"DEAL."
Jack and the giant stepped out into the clouds over to the giant beanstalk. The giant set the boy on his branches and watched as he started to climb down. The big idiot tilted his head like a confused dog.
"THE GOLD IS...DOWN THERE?" he pointed downward. Jack just looked at him and smiled. The giant was afraid. But of just what exactly?
"Yeah. Why?"
"WELL, I, UH..."
"Don't tell me you're afraid," Jack smiled at him. The giant rubbed his sweaty neck.
"AREN'T THERE...STARVING PEOPLE DOWN THERE?"
Jack smiled at him again and looked down. "No."
The giant sighed with relief and began to climb down with Jack.
On the ground, the giant scanned the horizon and sheilded his eyes from the sun. He looked down at the boy hoping to be lead to the gold soon. He was growing afraid again. His Large and disgusting mother always told him that the world below was a horrible place. Live mutants and horrid bugs the size of stars woulkd eat him alive. As a boy, if he ever was one, he would always throw down giant boulders hoping to squish the mutants and giant bugs. In the process, gold coins would fly up towards him. He'd put on his house window in a large jar so proud of himself. His wife didn't even know about it. He smiled again and relaxed thinking that all his nightmares were gone. Just in case, he had his axe with him.
Jack told him to bring it because all their gold was in a giant tree. Big dummy fell for it.
Jack lead the idiot back toward his home town. Poor people looked his way and saw the giant behind him. Jack smiled as he stepped in town at the people. A starving child lay dead in the street. Their crops were bare, and their well was dry. Jack realized how bad it was and turned to the people. The giant was no good anyway. He'd eat them if he could. But...what if if could be the other way around...?
Jack turned to the giant who held his axe high in fright at the little people. They were licking their chops.
"Don't be afraid," Jack said as people gathered behind him licking their lips in obvious hunger. "We're just poor...hungry folk." The crowd started toward the giant. He backed away.
"YOU LIED TO ME! THERE WAS NO GOLD!!!"
"Only yours," Jack replied as he and crowd continued to move his way. The giant turned and ran causing small earthquakes beneath them. In his panic, he dropped the axe. jack knew where he was heading and ordered the people to pick the axe up. They all dragged it behind them after the giant.
They found him all half way up the beanstalk climbing for his life. Scared shitless. The crowd came up behind him and swung the giant axe. Over. And over again until at last the giant fell to the ground. The people had moved out of the way as the giant landed with a big BOOM! The earth rumbled.
Jack and the rest climbed up to his chest with the axe and held it over his chest. Jack smiled at the giant prize for him and his folk. The giant watched in horror as the crowed plunged the axe right through his rib cage severing his internal organs. Enormous globs of blood and flesh flew every direction landing on the bare crops. The nutrients enriched the soil and suddenly the corn sprouted from the mud. The giant's screams could heard all over the land as he was struck over and over again until he was dead.
Up in the sky, the wife went to her husband's room for a good cleaning and in the process knocked her giant warty ass into the change jar on the window sill. All the years of change saving spilled from the window and onto the world below.
People from below screamed with joy and glamor as gold coins rained down on them and their food.
Jack raised his hands to the sky and licked the giant's blood off lips.
And that was the end of the poor old town. The crops were enriched, the ground water appeared in the well, and everyone had money. Jack had a life and there was plenty food to go around.
The End
Other stories I did from my twisted horror tale series are Tree little pigs, Humpty dumpty, and Christmas carol.