Nude Punishment Enforced By Law [fiction]

[wicked]

Here is my second story. It is going to have some strong language in it. If you find it offensive, that's fine. You don't have to read it. You can either like it or hate it, relate to it or criticize it.

Anyway, you have been told.

[wicked]

....I can not see a damn thing. I don't even give a fuck. I don't want to see a single damn thing. Besides, I already know what is in front of me. A bottle of empty pills that have been sitting there for too long.... a new fresh bottle of fukin vodka that is half gone.... and some bullets. No gun.
Now why the phuck isn't there a gun? Son of a bitch! F'ing hell. Good. That way I won't see that there is no gun that I can't shoot myself with. My fuckin misery will get better because of that.
I'm sitting alone in my dark room. The damn curtains are shut. I covered the damn window sill with so much cardboard that light cannot get the hell in. The river of phuking tears cannot be seen. It is too dark too see it, as visions of my life flash before me. I was not meant to be here. You are all bastards. Burn in hell.
You want to know what is making me say this shit? How about my “dad”? Go find him and kill the bastard. I don't know where he is. He was too busy setting out to fly to China to find a fucking penny he lost there when I was 8. He still hasn't returned because that's how stupid he is. A penny is more important to him.
And my “mom”. Don't you DARE get me started! She is the rudest and loudest bitch you will ever meet.
I don't care if you find me offensive. If you find this offensive, then you are cursed with love and happiness you sick bastard.
And if I do not find a girl soon to keep me sane, I know exactly where to find a gun.

[kate]

pretty strong words u use. i dont think this is off to the best start, but im curious to see how he gets the nude punishment enforced by the law. in the next post i think u should tell us y this character is so mad and what the characters name, gender, and all of that stuff is. keep on going though.

[erick92]

Indeed the language is strong, but I do want to see where this is going to go. The start is very interesting, and does leave you with a lot of questions. Hope to see more soon.

[Dare861]

The language is excessive. If this were any other writer, I'd say "Fuck this."

But, given your last story, I will continue reading.

- DareDude861
Back from inactivity

[wicked]

Here I am... walking to my last class for school. This is all a huge chunk of my life put to waste. NOTHING in my GODDAMN LIFE has been good to me. I TRY to talk to girls... but my f'ing mom is such a big bitch! You won't understand unless you have been what I have been through. And my dad just HAD to fuckin' leave.... and to make things worse, because of her, I have had trouble getting a girlfriend. I don't know how to treat them right! All that is inside me is dark motherfukin rage. My “mom” made me an outkast. She could only scream, yell, bitch and swear at me, and my dad. I know exactly why he left. He could not stand the bitch anymore... and he didn't bother taking me with him... so he can rot in hell for all I care.
ANYWAY, half the time I don't give a damn if a girl even notices me... I don't get why! I WANT to talk to them, but then the rest of the time I don't give a damn!

“Everyone here today?”
“No, Chad is sick.”
“Alright....”

Mhm.

“All of you did your homework?”
A few random “Yes's”, “yups”, “yeahs”...
“Okay... can anyone tell me the answer to the first question without looking at your paper?”
“1919?”
“Wrong. Alex, what about you?”
“Mhm”
“Huh?”
“Ugh.”
“Do you have the answer?”
“No!”
“Okay...”
“Heather, you know it?”

That is how class starts pretty much every damn day. And I was sick of it on the first day. Shoot me. It doesn't even matter. I'm not trying. I'm failing every damn class. But my mom doesn't care. She pretends to though, by bitching at max volume and max rudeness.
I've been hanging onto the end of a rope. A bitch called hope. NOTHING good is going to happen to me!! I might as well just phukin' kill myself right now. No one would even care. They'll just notice my corpse like 5 weeks later. THAT is how much no one gives a phuck about me.

“Alex, could I please speak to you for a minute?”
“Mhm. About what?”
“I just want to talk with you.”

Whatever. I got the hell up and walked over to his damn desk. He talked quietly to me.
“You're not doing so well in this class, and you've only done one homework assignment.”
“Yeah....”
“Do you want to pass?”
“I don't know!”
“You don't know..?”
“I don't care.”
“You don't care? Well you should care! You will have to-”
Oh my god! Not this goddamn lecture again! I'm going to punch you right in the goddamn face if you don't shut the hell up!

“Alright Alex?”
Mhm
“Okay?”
“Yes!”
And I just walked right back to my stupid desk.

For the remaining time of class, I just sat there, not paying attention to the teacher who won't shut the hell up. And when school was finally over, I immediately left the fkng building.
And my only friends? Let me tell you about that.

A couple years ago, I was still in the same damn situation, except feeling less fukcnig rage. I came across these people dressing like gangsters smoking something by this wall.
And so what the fuck? I like said “Yo! You got any weed left?”
And so like, I got to know 'em, I had my first thing of weed, you know what I'm saying? This is when my life got better.
That's right you bastard.
The weed made me feel nothing. Nothin' at all you bastard. For the first time I didn't feel any kind of sadness, angerness, sorrowness... you know what I'm saying? And so I've been on some damn drugs since. In fact, I actually do feel good when I do it. I kinda feel happy. So yeah. F you anti-drug losers.
Pretty much my only friends, other than a few losers that I only see in the damn school. But they know nothing about me. At all. I have to lie just so people think I have a family to talk to. I'm admitting nothing to no one.
Of course, these guys know somewhat of the situation, but I can't act like this so called “emo” that losers call people who are “sad” all the time as they like to call it because they are stupid. I just have to show no emotion. They accept me. There is like 5 of them. 4 of 'em are black african dudes, the other guy a white american dude. Two of them have actually issues. But none of us have to show emotion, otherwise they are going to be fucktards and not accept us as human beings, just like my mom.
Of course, this retarded city I live in is full of fakers. But where else am I supposed to go? I pretty much have NO WHERE to turn! No one gives a shit about me.

So I'm just walking here. And there they are, smoking that damn weed. I bent down, slipped my weed out of my sock, and grabbed the lighter in my pocket.

[wicked]

“And what the goddamn hell are you saying?”
“I'm saying that this will work out. That bitch deserves it. If we do it right and no one phuks it up, we can remain unsuspected.”
“Dude, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.”
“Well I'm not seeing you come up with anything better!”
“Dude! That is actually a good plan man.”
“Dude, it is phukin' dumb! It's obvious that you haven't thought of what kind of evidence would be left behind!”
“What evidence?”
“Dude, are you serious?”
“Oh wait... Oh! Now I get you... Damn it!”
“Wait, what do you mea-.... oh, right. Fuck!!”
“Exactly!”
“Guys, I'll talk to you tomorrow. I have to go get going. Peace.”
“Alright, seeya man.”
“Peace.”
“K, bye.”


And I was walking away. Sometimes I hate them. They think it's so cool to fucking act gangster. I can see it through their teeth, they are full of f'ing lies. Not those two other guys I mentioned earlier though. Those two guys are real.
Anyway, yes, that bitch does deserve what's coming to her, but it is so hard to get away with something like that. That gym teacher is fat, ugly, mean, rude, a bitch and a liar. Doesn't she have a life? AT ALL?
I'm not sure where I am even walking to! I use that excuse so much everywhere, that it became a habit. I don't know where I am going, but I am damn well sure that I am NOT going home! I have no money, I don't any plans, I don't know where anyone in the school lives... I'm fuckin' screwed. I could go back to them in like 10 minutes, and f'ing say another lie... anything that would keep me from going home! ANYTHING DAMMIT! She used to grab me, and drag me across the fucking room and lock me up in my goddamn motherfucking room until I started getting older and fighting back!! Goddammit!!!
Yeah, I forgot to mention that, the damn bitch! I'll rant on as long as I like.
Where the hell am I walking to?!
I turned my head around and saw that my friends were still there. So, I decided to take a turn at the next road, which had my house somewhere at the end of it. I took the damn turn, and walked slowly for like a minute, and turned back.
And when I got back, I turned my head to see they were still there. And I walked back to them. I was thinking about nothing as I walked to them.
They were talking about some kinda shit while smoking that shit. Took a second for anyone to notice I was back
“Dude, I thought you had to go somewhere.”
“I did, but she wasn't there.”
“A she? Who was it?”
I tried to hide my fuckin' anger. “Just..a friend I was supposed to meet. It doesn't fucking matter.” But I think they saw it anyway.
“Dude, was it a chick that lied about meeting you somewhere and never showed up?”
“Yeah, sure! Whatever! You got a lighter?”
“..wait, you have your own lighter.”
“Oh.. yes. That.”


I was walking up to the front door of my house. I grabbed the door knob, and slowly opened the door. I looked around inside. No one around. This damn place is a mess. There is garbage all over the place!
I walked inside and shut the door. I walked into the kitchen, expecting that bitch to be there drinking some alcohol shit. But wasn't there. I just opened the fridge and grabbed the milk. I grabbed the cookies, a plate, and whatever. I had like 200 cookies on the plate and like 50 cups of milk. I stood there phuking away my emptiness inside me with junk going in my mouth. This is what I do a lot. And if it wasn't for my high metabolism, I would be a fatass.
I got nothing to live for! NOTHING! All I got inside is hope that is turning into rage! It's turning me into a bitter twisted motherfucker. Why do you think so many fucking school shoot outs happen?
Whatever. I went into my room, and shut the door. I went for my closet door, opened it and grabbed my vodka, and drank it... and drank it some more... till i was phukcign drunk.
And when I am drunk, I feel better just like when I do any other drug. You know my mom doesn't give a shit.

I was watching TV and other shit for the past 2 hours drunk. I was on myspace. I hardly ever get friend requests or messages... but today I have a message. So I click the inbox....
Damn! I hear my “mom”'s car pulling in!
Come on dammit, Load! LOAD ALREADY!
....and it is a message from this hot girl in one of my classes. But I have to go!
I stop what I am doing, and go straight to my room, with the door shut. She bitches at me and says all I do all day long is use the computer and watch TV, because she's covering up the fact that she doesn't have the intelligence to say anything else, goddammit!
I sit on my bed quiet... and wait till I hear the door open and close.... footsteps.... noises of random everyday items, like shit being put down hard on the fucking counter and whatever.
I sit there with this goddamn scowl on my face. Each and every f'ing day.
And as 2,000 hours pass, I wait to hear her come to my door and say “Alex, you home?”
And half the time I say nothing. Because then she repeats, but really f'ing rude.
“Yes!!”
“Well then answer me when I ask you the first time!!”
Nothing.
“OKAY!?”
Nothing.
thabitchrepeats “OKAY!?”
I scream “OKAY!!”

You know what? Forget it. Let's fucking skip to tomorrow. You don't need to see this shit!

I smash my alarm clock with a mallet. I tear the sheets off my bed. I thrust my clothes on. I stomp out my bedroom leaving holes in the floor. I smash a bowl on the counter and drown it in cereal n milk, and gulp it with an f'in shovel, flip off mom's f'in door, and slam the front door which collapses the house.
I would stay home and check that message I got, but Sally likes to bitch if something slightly bothers her. Such as forgetting where she placed a soda can in a dream last night. If sally sees me on the computer for just two minutes just before I go to school, she calls the sonuvabitch police and says I kidnapped the governor.
I really need to read that message!

[Norse Fire]

This is a really good story. The only critical thing I have to say is just to ease up on the swearing a bit to add emphasis for when you do use it.

P.S. Where did you get your inspiration for this character?

[wicked]

My inspiration for him?

i usually don't tell people that stuff



I'll ease the swearing a little

[wicked]

Here I am. Walkin' to school. It's not that cold out. I look on the other side of the street, I see two random guys walking to school. Behind me some random girl. I'm pretty much the only one not wearing a damn backpack. I'm just walking along. Hands in pockets. Scowl on my face when people aren't looking. Thinking angry thoughts. Living on nothing but drugs, only a few friends, and hope... which is fading away. Damn you all to hell.
I'm just walking. Walking. Grunting... five hours go by. I pass this store, turn the corner and walk by dunkin donuts....And suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder. I stop walking and I turn around.
“Alex, where are you going?”
It was some kid I knew since last year. We haven't spoke for like two weeks or more. He sounded kinda... desperate...
“To the school... why?”
“Screw the school! I need your help with something.”
“What?”
“Caighla is in trouble!”
“Who?”
“You know! Caighla!”
“Oh, right! What's wrong?”
I don't really care at all. My kindness was taken away from me. But I still feel the need to act like I do.
“Just... come with me!”
“K”
Why is he picking me?
Whatever the reason, he turned around and ran really fast. I shrugged and went after him. I just tried speed walking but he started running faster. I didn't want to look like a fggt... but I couldn't keep up with him like this. And he looked behind. He slowed down... “Come on!”
So I f'ing ran.
We ran for 20 miles before we got to this random house. I have no idea whose house it even is. He looked behind to see if I was right behind him like 5 times.
He ran up the porch and opened the door. He ran inside leaving the door open. I speed walked inside. I looked around. I heard him run up the stairs panting. I was in a living room. There was some junk on the floor and coffee table. There was a pizza box with two slices of pizza left and can of coke. I walked over to it and picked up the can of coke. Half empty. I took a sip. Warm... still kind of carbonated. I took a slice of pizza and ate and drank.
Suddenly I heard yelling upstairs.
Oh, shit!
I put down the pizza and coke and ran upstairs. Now I feel kind of bad.
I looked around to see an open door and walked inside a bedroom. He was standing at the door crying.
“Caighla! Please don't!”
He suddenly noticed me.
“ALEX!! What were doing down there!! Help me with her!”
I speed walked up to the door!
“Caighla!”
I could hear sobbing inside this bathroom.
“Caighla!” Ben was panting and worrying like crazy!
Caighla suddenly sounded surprised and tried to stop crying...
“Alex!?”
“Yes, it's me!”
“What are you doing here!!”
“Ben brought me!”
“What the fuck did you do that for you stupid bitch!”
Now she sounded pissed...
“Caighla, please stop!! Don't do it!”
Now i was frikkin worried what was going on myself! I started whispering to Ben.
“Hey, what is going on!”
“She wants to kill herself!”
“What!?”
“Try to stop her! I don't know what to do man!”
“Caighla! It's Alex! I-”
“Alex, leave right this fucking minute!”
“Caighla, I want to help you!”
“I don't need f'ing help!”
“Caighla! Please try to relax!”
“GET THE FUCK OUT!!!”
And then every glass item in the entire damn house shattered....
“Caighla!-”
“Psst! Ben! Give her a minute.”
“No, dude! She might-”
“I know what I'm saying!”
Ben continued to be looking traumatized and scared as hell. I wasn't showing much, but I did feel some shit inside me... and her sobbing was quieter than it was when I first came in.... and more calm.... and I think Ben noticed that. Ben turned around and walked awayand was holding his forehead. He was pacing back and forth saying shit under his breath... and I... I knelt down in front of the door... and waited.....
and waited.... I turned my head. Ben was pacing back and forth... i don't know what is going through his mind. I'll never feel that gawddam feeling.
I watched him... and I was listening for Caighla...
And Ben couldn't stop looking at the door. Then he finally started speed walking up to the door... but I held up my hand which signaled for him to stop.
“But-”
Then I gave him the one minute finger...
Ben sighed... well... a heavy sigh...
I turned my head a little to look at the door...
and...
Caighla was calming down more and more....
and...
“Caighla.... are you okay?”
and she didn't say anything... natural...
I stood up. I walked up to Ben, and held his shoulder for a second. “Good luck.”
Ben immediately went up to the door.
“Caighla!”
I watched. She didn't say anything... Ben was paranoid...
8 seconds later, the door opened. Ben looked eager and happy. I could tell by his body motions. Caighla automatically hugged Ben.
I just now noticed that... that she was probably naked, or at least topless. I stood there for 15 seconds watching... and when they didn't notice that I existed, I left the room. I walked down stairs and kicked over the coffee table. I didn't care. I just walked out onto the porch... and I sat down on the gawddammutherphukin steps.

[Lolly]

Wow Ben was just using him. Very interesting story, took another emo turn.

[wicked]

thanks


I'll need more comments before I continue please

[ferret604]

im intrigued. please continue

[wicked]

My phukin head is in my gawddam hands... not thinking about anything at all... except how much I hate this goddamn world!
Five hours went by-no not really you retard!
That bastard better come down those goddam stairs before I crack his head open with my f'ing finger! You don't believe me? Watch me do it to a tree you retard!
I vaguely heard some footsteps coming down the stairs. But it was only vague because I was ignoring it! The bastard.
Suddenly I felt someone's hand on my shoulder.
“Thanks a lot man!”
I turned my head around.... and I stood up.
“Hugh... no problem.”
“I owe you one...”
“Yes...”
Knuckle bump.
“She is so much frikkin feeling better! What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“No.. wha? Nothing?”
“What was she about to kill herself over?”
“Oh.. it's... personal.”
Must have been a very small issue, the happy stupid dipshit.
“Well, it happened quicker than I thought... I figured I would still be in there, but...”
“Okay, yeah... I think she was also high on something, but I think it wore off quickly! I don't know! But thanks man!”
“Yeah, no problem. Seeya.”
“Wait!”
“I'll seeya tomorrow.”
Knuckle bump.
“Um yeah.. seeya...”
I walked away without looking back. He had a confused and surprised look on his face, like as if he expected a bigger reaction out of me.
Anyway, now I had no idea where I was or what time it is. I don't even know why I am leaving. I just don't care! I don't wanna go to school! Maybe I can find some random kid named Kenny and kill him.


I started taking a walk down this dirt road I found like fifteen minutes ago... but I think it was intended for cars, cause this is taking so damn f'ing long... I'm going to have to go back if I don't find anything soon... and these f'ing mosquitoes are starting to annoy me! I've been having an f'ing war with these mosqui- oh look, it's coming to an f'ing end!
I started running just to see what is at the end and to get away from these f'ing bugs!
By the time I got to the end, I was out of breath dammit!
I started taking heavy breaths to get my breathe back... and when I lifted my head... I saw a sign...
'Welcome To _____ Nudist Camp!'
“What? Nudist camp?”
It had some motto at the bottom of the sign, but I was already speed walking past that sign. But then I stopped. I saw cars parked on a big space with parking lot signs, and a gate. There was a space between the gates where you could walk through and go up a hill... which must lead to the nudist camp!
I already had a soft boner, and I was speed walking up the hill.
If I was caught spying on them? Gah! I don't give a fuck!
I was hurrying up there like crazy. And soon enough I could see a building... painted blue.

It was a big building. Then I noticed a big wooden fence in front of it. It was like 5 inches away from the building, and the fence went around a long way.... both left and right, out of site. And inside the area was like smooth ground. Likely so your feet don't feel so uncomfortable. There were a lot of buildings. And I like, hid behind the building. Well, behind the fence. You know. But behind the building.... I slowly leaned over so I could get a good look...
Except... I didn't see anyone... damn!
Well, I waited anyway. It wasn't like I had anything better to do... I'm just hoping a naked chick comes along soon!
......
.....
.....
......
....
What time is it?
I've been f'ing crouching her for like 10 minutes! Where the PHUCK is everyone!!!
I stood up and went to the other side of the damn building!
No one on this side either!!!
So I looked for an f'ing way inside!!
Hey!! That looks like a gate door of some kind!
I ran for that damn door!
....
All I can frikkin hear are my gawdam feet running along the ground....
I pushed open the door....
...and it won't budge! What the hell!
Oh, look! A fucking lock!
Well, I can't climb this damn thing!
Oh look, a sign!
I walked to get a closer look of the sign that is hanging on the gate....
Yeah... welcome to this nude camp.... um.... uh huh... open from 1:50 pm – 8:00pm on weekdays when school is in... uh huh... whatever! Great...
Wait a damn minute! What about the cars!
Well, the way they built this, I can't climb it! SONUVA-!
Phuck this.
I went back down the hill.
Then I remembered it was a really long walk.
I walked back anyway... I mean, I could wait 20 minutes, and no one could show up! And if someone were to show up, it'll probably be a guy or a FRIKKIN old lady!
I didn't give a damn. I'll walk back. I don 't care. I'll end up somewhere soon.


I hit the snooze button on my alarm.
I don't need to get up. I don't need to go to that stupid school.
But I'll get rudely bitched at.
I don't give a damn.
What about Caighla?
Fine.


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[wicked]

Alright, let's get right onto the punishment, shall we....