Man With The Upside Down Face Novels & Stories

These guys were shitty human beings. Laughing man groaned in pain as he ripped his mask off. He rolled to his back, his hand wrapped around his upper thigh. I held back a smile when I realized that I'd nearly hit his gonads. He was in his late twenties with a buzz cut. Not bad looking, but he was the ugliest person in the world. All of them were. "You shot me." Laughing man shot daggers at me. "Really? Was that me? Whoops. My fingers must've gotten lost because I meant to do this." I flipped him off.

"It must be uncomfortable squatting like this in the cold. Why don't you come back in with me?" "No, that's a bit... inconvenient", the man rejected. Then he sighed. "Well, I guess you've heard the most embarrassing part already. You can as well see the rest." He raised his head, and Katherine had to grip the railing to not curse out loud. The man had a finely craved face with an almost feminine prettiness to it that made him look even frailer then his already thin body. However, someone had cruelly destroyed this composition. The complete right side of the man's face was red and swollen from a punch, the lip even had a bleeding crack, caused by some sharp object.

Soon, just as predicted, darkness took. “Hahaha. Honestly man. You really need to control yourself.” Anderson opened his eyes and realized he lay on his back on the floor in the familiar place. He turned his head towards the source but continued to lay there quietly. “I’ve never seen anyone pass out from happiness before. Hahaha.” The man with the burnt face joked and continued to laugh. Anderson continued to stare quietly at the burnt face man who stood by the side laughing so hard at his bad joke he was holding his sides.

Shameless! "Are you okay, miss?" the man asked me. “Do I look okay, mister? It’s not! ” I shouted him. I heard it laugh. I was shocked when he picked me up and then walked away. I just stared at him. I wanted to shout at him for holding me but I couldn't. I looked at his face mask. I wanted you to remove it, so I slowly touched her mask. He did not growl. I successfully removed his mask. I was amazed because this man is handsome even though I can't see his whole face.

And there is a black round wall clock above the piano. And there is a man who plays the piano. I observe how broad his shoulders are in his white shirt. And he has masculine arms. He suddenly stops and turns around, as if he senses someone’s looking at him. And because he does not wear a face mask I clearly recognize his face. He has thick eyebrows, a pair of manly deep eyes, a sharp nose and small lips. He also has fair skin and black hair.

The man's silhouette is grotesque, his features obscured by shadows, and his movements carry an unsettling grace. The prisoner's eyes widen in terror as the man's face becomes visible—a twisted visage, marked by a manic grin and wild, unpredictable eyes. "No, no, please spare me, please spare me!" the prisoner screams, knowing that nobody can hear him there. His eyes dart around the cell, searching for an escape that doesn't exist. The man, looking slightly unhinged and extremely malevolent, simply gazes at him with a chilling smile that seems to stretch unnaturally wide. "All good things must come to an end, my friend," he utters cryptically, his voice a low murmur that sends terror running

There are a lot more things inside this tent too. "Ah, I see that you are finally awake. It looks like it's time to start the show" A man says. I lift my head so that I can look at him better. I find myself squirming in my chair as I try to get away from him. He has the largest scar on his face I have ever seen. He looks like an evil villain. When he comes closer the heat from his breath causes my eyes to water.

Both hands tried to lift and push the young man out. “Uh, let me go.” The young woman tries to use her two hands to push the big man out with all her might, but to no avail. So, he looks up with an annoyed expression on his face. But the big round eyes staring at the dark face were too close. Mirawadee blinks and looks at the young man’s face up close. Even looking at it from a distance was already good. But the closer you look like this, the face looks like a westerner, but the eyes are like those of the east

The man stood up. “If a man picks shit and throws it on your face, what would you do to the man?” Isiewu asked the man. The man stroked his beardless chin; his protruding stomach distinguished him as a good drinker of palm-wine. The man moved and folded his hands around his chest. Thought for a while and looked at Isiewu. “I will pick up the shit and make sure the man feeds on it until his mouth is filled with it,” the man replied with a glee that spread on his face.

He was half a head taller than Mane, and was twice his size! “I am Mane. It’s good to meet you Sir Ivor. I finally understand why you carry the moniker of the Tattler.” Mane put on his friendly face and extended his hand for a handshake. “Hahaha! You are interesting kid. No need to call me by honorifics. Ivor will do just fine!” Ivor laughed boisterously and took Mane’s hand. But once he took Mane’s hand his expression shifted and his eyes bulged in surprise. But he wasn’t the only startled one. Mane looked like a clown with his widely opened mouth and comically bulging eyes. He looked nothing like the elegant Supreme of the True Universe; rather, he looked like a man who had just come acros