Story Teller's Tea-House

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In a shadowy area of the town, with a few smoky lanterns and a little bit of mystique, there is a little building with shady curtains, and a bit of porch, and some plants. Stone, bricks, wood- it is somewhat tidy. It neither stands out fully, nor blends in fully. If you are looking for it, you might find it. And if you find it, you might go in. And if you go in, you might look around, and be noticed, and offered a seat. There are low chairs and high chairs and cushions on the floor. There is a spicy-sweet scent in the air, and the story teller might put the kettle on. The lights are a little dim, and the air is a little heavy, but the steam of the hot water should help clear your head, soon. If she was reading, she might have to put her book down. She would probably make herself comfortable. Then, if these things had happened, you might tell her a little about yourself, and then she might tell you a story. You would probably have some tea. It is, after all, a tea-house and story house. So.
...Will you have a seat, then?
 

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In the same area of the very same town , still relatively smoky , all peace and calm is about to be smashed into a fucking distant memory and any mystique the tidy little porched building with the shady curtains once enjoyed will soon be torn asunder.
For a visitor to these parts is unintentionaly making a beeline straight towards the Tea-House ,which just happens to be on the route he is carving through the once quiet neighborhoods .
And woe to anyone or anything unlucky enough to stray into his path, for surely they would have more luck trying to reason with a high speed freight train fully loaded with dynamite, gasoline , hand grenades and a fucking atom bomb being driven by the ghost of a WW2 Japanese Kamikaze pilot, because at least the train has brakes .... our visitor,sadly, does not .
You see, this interloper , this intruder is on the crest of one of the mightiest , balls-out crazy PCP binges in the history of anyone anywhere and as a result of using enough drugs in the last few hours to make everyone in New Zealand a cracked- out spastic for a couple of days - so too has it changed him.
No longer does he resemble the Tusken Raider he woke up a couple of days ago as .
He has become a true force of nature , an unstoppable helion reeking of sweat , blood and madness as he pounds his way ever onward .
Amid his hostile and unmerciful roars he would make chicken and motorbike noises one moment and start laughing the next , a strange high- pitched unsettling laugh full of fiendish glee then seconds later he wails and screams as if being chased by Satan himself and perhaps he is.
A stinking cloud of PCP smoke and the terrified and confused occupants of the dwellings that have been obliterated are all he leaves behind him , no sounds of any law or militia can be heard to bring his frenzied berzerkering to a end and who can blame them , I mean why get your face eaten off and bones turned to a fine dust by this fucking lunatic for a measly 2 copper peices an hour ?
So he is probably 200 metres from the door of the Story Teller's Tea-House and hopefully the woman has packed her book , kettle and maybe a couple of cushions into a sack and just fucking legged it as he's nearly there .
And I don't reckon he's up for a story
 

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It had been the week from hell. The boss had been on his arse all week, everything that could go wrong had gone wrong and, to top it all, head office had sent through a memo late on Friday afternoon stating that there were to be cut backs across the board and that staff would be losing their jobs.

It was all a little too much for Steve. He could feel the tension in his jaw and in his loins. Night after night he had stayed late at work, trying to sort things out and this was the thanks he got! It was really difficult knowing that come Monday he would either be told that he had lost his job or he would have to start calling people into his office and giving them the bad news that they were laid off. He was bushed and totally worn out and he just couldn't face going home to more of his wife's nagging. Each night when he got home late after burning out at work all he wanted was to eat and go to bed and instead all he got was an ear bashing.

Thelma wouldn't believe that he wasn't seeing another woman, no matter how hard he tried to convince her. He had been so damn tired he had hardly even had time to think about another woman but tonight as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door he had sex on the mind. But it weren't no lady he was thinking about. When he was as deeply stressed as he was now there was only one thing that Steve found calmed him down and that was the illicit thrill of another man's throbbing member.

He felt weak kneed as he parked his vehicle outside the tea room on the edge of the seldom visited park. A tiny, weak voice tried to urge him to get back in his car and drive home to the safety of his family but his raging lust drowned it out. It felt like his heart was beating in his throat: his tongue was like sandpaper. He quickly scanned the parking lot, trying to spot any obvious danger and then with a trembling hand pushed open the squeaking outer door of the tea room. This was the point of no return! He slowly pushed open the inner door....
 

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Onward stormed the slavvering , slobbering fiend . Onward . Towards the innocent little tea house that god had ever so cruelly placed in his way .
A balding little carpenter on his way home from work stepped into it's path .
'FUCKING BOOM !!'
He didn't stand a chance - blood , body parts , hammers and nails were sent flying into the air .
A family of gnomes came frolicking down an alley all happy from doing whatever gnomes do when the father gnome said
" There is trouble afoot my little gnomelings, we shall have to remain vigilant or..."
'ANOTHER FUCKING BOOM !!'
His words were cut off as he was snatched off his little feet and turned inside out with a fountain of blood coating his family, who barely had time to even look shocked before they too were pulled into the sandy maelstrom and ripped viciously apart .
The thing that was once a Tusken Raider had no more use for things like mercy or reason than a polar bear has use for a lawn mower . The PCP binge had gone waaaay overboard and he wouldn't know how to stop rampaging even if wanted to . Luckily he didn't want to , he was having a ball .
He burst through the smoke . Howling in glee and higher than any living thing should ever be ,and he tore through a bakery (and a baker) , now , a cloud of flour joined into the dust , sand , sweat and blood billowing around him.
And in front of him was the tea house . Not that this place was his destination , in fact he had forgotten what his goal was long ago . He didn't know if he was being chased or if he was the one doing the chasing anymore. He just knew he had to run , run and keep running until the PCP had released its grip on him .
He hammered at top speed across a small park , the grass and trees dying from fright in his wake , bashed into a car parked in the otherwise empty car park , blowing it apart and leaving its front bumper sticking out of the mangled machine like some sort of flag pole and smashed through the outer door of the little building .
The instant he was inside he came face to face with a tired looking man wearing nothing on his trembling gaunt frame . As the nude man turned to run , his thin little hard-on deflating like a water balloon , he was grabbed and mightily flung back towards the car park where he landed -anus first - onto the jutting front bumper of the ruined car .
The Once-Tusken looked back with a snarl and strangely it registered, through the damaged recesses of his PCP drenched brain , that the naked , tired man looked happy as the bumper slid impossibly deep into his back door . A little voice in his head said " that's weird " and then the madness was on him again .
He turned and smashed into the tea house............
 
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