Dead to Writes (April Almighty #1) Read Free Page B

neck fifteen times before her head fell away, rolling onto the floor.
         “See?” Marty said, wiping blood off his face.
         “Took ya long enough.”
         “I just need some practice is all. You been doing it for years.”
         “It ain’t rocket science Mr. Book Writer.”
         “Shut up. That why you all mad? Cause I have a published book and you still ain’t got no movie?”
         “Oh, I’ll have my movie. It will blow your goofy ass book away. Your book don’t even got no pitchers,” Cletus said.
         “Grown up books don’t have pitchers you dumbass.”
         “They do if they any good. Like naked girly pitchers.”
         “You got a naked girly right here,” Marty said.
         “She ain’t no fun. You done fucked her up before I could play with her. I get the next one.”
         “Whatever,” Marty said as he went to work, hacking up the girl’s limbs.
         It took a few hours for Marty to clean and skin the girl’s body. Cletus took most of her skin once they had the meat separated. He liked to tan the skin to make props for his movies and who knows what else with them. Marty skinned her head and cut the hair away and took it back to his room. They put the rest of the meat in their deep freezer except for what was needed for dinner. Usually one girl her size would be food for a couple weeks.
         Marty got to his room and placed the head in a large aquarium filled with maggots. The maggots would eat the remaining tissue away over the next few days. He sat and watched the little critters crawling all over the skull. He wondered how much meat each of them little buggers could eat at once. Then did they shit it out? Did they eat their own shit later? He’d have to look that stuff up.
         For now, he wanted to check on his sales. He opened his laptop and logged into his Crashbooks author page. The book had just gone live the day before and he spent the extra money to put it on some mailing lists. When he looked, he about squealed with glee as he saw he’d had three hundred downloads in just twenty four hours. From what he’d read, you’re lucky on a first book if you have twenty or thirty.
         He got up and danced around his room, almost knocking the maggot aquarium off its stand. He corrected it and sat back down. Clicking off the page, he clicked over to the book listing on Crashbooks and saw there were already five reviews. Yes! Though his excitement faded once he actually started reading the reviews.
         “Stupidest piece of crap I’ve ever read.”
         “Should be called Tunnel of Stupidity.”
         “The only thing scary here is the author’s lack of ability.”
         “This writer needs to go back to the third grade.”
         “M.C. McDougal, please kill yourself before torturing us with anymore crap!”
         And then there was his favorite:
         “I wish someone had killed M.C. McDougal’s mom a long time ago. Then we may have been spared this garbage.”
         He picked up the laptop and hurled it across the room. It busted into several pieces as he kicked over his chair and flipped his desk as he screamed.
         “Motherfuckers! Kill my ma! Kill myself! I’ll kill all of you cocksuckers!”
          His room door swung open as his Ma looked around.
         “What in the hell is going on boy?” she said.
         “It’s time for me to make some real horror.”
    Chapter 5
     
         “Why’d you have to take my computer?” Cletus said.
         “Cause mine broke,” Marty said from the desk as he logged into Cletus’ laptop.
         “You mean you broke it.”
         “Shut up. I need you to help me though.”
         “With what?” Cletus once again was filming.
         “You’re good at like finding people and shit. I got these assholes on Crashbooks. They let any old person leave a review. So I got a whole bunch of shitty