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Eat'em SynopsisAt 10-years-old, Jacob Brook awoke to a foot-tall crimson-quilled demon sitting on his night stand and shaking a bottle of Pepto-Bismol chewables. The imp offered itself as Jacob's eternal servant, best friend, and side kick, if only he would give it the delectable morsels encapsulated in the eloquent pink container. In hindsight, "I don't care, Eat'em" was a bad choice of words.
A decade later, Jacob (still partnered with the sugar-addicted Eat'em) sees things others can't. When exposed to even the smallest amount of adrenaline, Jacob is able to visualize the world on an almost molecular level, which is really only a problem with keeping a steady girlfriend. That is until the day he inadvertently walks in on a man violently attacking a woman. In fact, the man is biting her. And in an act of self-defense, Jacob is forced to kill in order to keep from being killed.
Except the man doesn't stay dead. According to a short article in the local paper, what Jacob expected to be a crime scene
Parenting for Sex Addicts - Daddy DayDaddy Day
It's difficult to gauge how traumatized Kayla was after walking in on her mom and I. The neighbors, however, are far more readable. I waved at Thomas on my way out the door and the little brat burst into tears. All he saw was my butt. I mean, if my butt ruins the kid's perfect existence, it's safe to say the boy's got it pretty good.
His father. Morgan or Maury... one of those... he didn't return my smile. He looked at me like he'd just swallowed something bad. And that's not my fault. There are much greater problems in this world than my wife and I having a physical relationship.
If the kitchen sink's the issue, it's not like we've ever prepared them a meal or anything. Neither of us have used much other than a microwave since Jami, our oldest, was born. We rinse dishes in the sink... and occasionally, I guess, ourselves. Whatever? I'm over it... and that had to be more awkward for me, right? Nobody has nightmares of being the only one with clothes, I'm pretty
Eat'em: Chapter 3Chapter 3
“Of course, I didn’t think any of it was real either,” I’m trapped in a box with Mike. My pudgy lawyer stares at me as I confess the existence of Eat’em like a grown man with an imaginary friend I never grew out of. “I didn’t want to. I’d rather have been going through some schizophrenic phase than have accidentally adopted a foot-tall talking crimson porcupine-spider monkey thing only I could see and hear. From what I’m reading in prison, serial killers are often bed-wetters when they’re a kid. That doesn’t sound so bad in comparison.
“I get that it’s hard to imagine how someone thrust into abnormal circumstances could simultaneously have a normal upbringing. But it’s not that I didn’t have more than my share of strange experiences. Not everyone’s life can be humdrum boring, but that doesn’t mean I’m automatically a psychopath. It’s not like I chose to hav
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