Stinky Steve Novels & Stories

" Is that all," Steve asked as he placed his boot on his fingers holding the rails. " Why are you here?" Steve probed in a low and gravely voice. " She just lost her mother, are you here to rub salt into her wounds?" " I swear, I came for the funeral, I have no sinister intentions, on God, on my mama," he breathed an explosion of words. Steve shook his head in disbelief, hardly listening to his words. " You failed the interview and guess you are going down the rails, to fall on the cold hard concrete, so your brains can be splattered out their for everyone to see the dirt inside," Steve mocked in a low register voice.

Me: Hey Vic, are you coming to the pool party that I don’t remember planning? Vic: FUCK YOU NEMESIS. I don’t ever want to hear from you again. Me: Wow. What happened, Vic? Vic: Are you serious right now? You don’t remember what you did at the party a couple of weeks ago? Are you really that stupid? Me: I have no idea what you’re talking about, Vic.

After half an hour, he stood up and pulled on a pair of leather gloves. Steve was groggy but conscious for the first few blows. The man laughed as he promised he wouldn't kill Steve, yet. He wanted him softened up for easier transport. He explained to Steve that he was taking him to a place where he had video equipment set up to record Steve's execution. He laughed even harder as he spoke about how he was going to broadcast that event on the internet, much like the 'Lady in Red' dance Steve and Gwen had performed. He continued to hit Steve long after he had lost consciousness.

My fridge had a half-empty jar of pickles and a yogurt that had already expired. I took my shower and dressed up, heading to Bar Solace. * * * The bar was in the nice part of town. I stood outside for a full minute just looking at the sign. It was in gold letters on black, classy as fuck, and I tried not to think about how Cole once made me clean a vomit puddle with my bare hands because "rags are for pussies." I walked in with one mindset. Avoid Sebastian, talk to the manager, apply, and leave. Simple.

No one would find them there. She bumped into an old man she’d never seen before as she ventured further into the house and received her second shock of the day when she realized it was Steve. Holy shit, meth was one hell of a drug, indeed. Both he and Jimmy should be on posters for some anti-meth campaign. He gave her a dizzy leer, teeth missing where they weren't decayed and browned. She nearly gagged from the smell of his breath. "Hey girl, you lookin' good. Come give your daddy a hug." He opened his spindly arms to her.

I said, waiting. The demon, who I call Steve because his name is bizarre and hard to pronounce, isn’t an ordinary run-of-the-mill demon. He was actually banished from Hell and refused to tell me why, but I still ended up sticking his incorporeal form in a small box. Remember all those railroad killings in the 1890s? Yeah, it was Steve. “Alright, honey bunnies,” I said, standing and walking over to the shelf, grabbing a small box of special herbs, “Rejection session is over. Good night, everyone!”

Cocky bastard. “I’ve not,” I swallow the thickness in my throat. “I’m afraid I’m a butt virgin.” I try to play it cool with a joke but the truth it, I’m sort of nervous. As turned on as I am, it doesn’t change the fact that this is a novelty for me. “You’ll like it,” Steve says it like a promise. “I’ll make it good for you.” His voice has lost all of its usual bite. Right now, he sounds so hypnotic, so much that I don’t resist when he turns me around and presses my face against the storage door.

Other seats had been occupied 'cause everyone has his/her usual spot. The food was served and we all began to eat after a short prayer. During the course of meal, Steve started acting weird and I didn't really mind until it graduated. He would pick up cabbages and meats once in a while and add it to my plate of food. Everyone almost abandoned their meal to stare at the strange chemistry between us. He refilled my glass cup and said "drink up". I did 'cause it actually coincidentally met with my need. He continued to give me cabbages and meat. "Eat up, you need to look nourished" he said and he rubbed my hair. I looked at the rest and their surprise couldn't be concealed. "You..." He wanted t

is that what he thought, Mirabel stared at Steve in disbelief. "You are a filthy whore" he spat out but he didn't end there "You even went ahead to open your legs for the boss of IMPERIAL, just so you can work at GoldFox and even stay beside him" That's it! Mirabel had accommodated his words enough but it wouldn't be to this extent.

"It's Loraine's uncle Jay. I want you to meet him and know him better. He'll be of great help to you for your studies and business." "Okay," I nod and sit down. Another cup of coffee later, a black Sedan comes to a stop on the gravel driveway beside this lawn. Mr. Steve places his half-eaten biscuit on the plate and stands up. "My best man!" He spreads his arms as a man gets out of the car. He's a short height, almost 5'5. I stand up too and see his bald head, his twisted smile, and glinting evil eyes. I stumble back and hold the chair. My heart feels like drowning. Only if Dad had shot Joshua Stevens instead of Mom.