Two Girls One Cup – Scat Lit At Killercon!

 

My Novelization Of An Overlooked Cinematic Masterpiece (An Excerpt) 

MICHAEL ALLEN ROSE

 

Although still in the first decade of my professional career as a writer, I have kept my eyes open and focused, and noticed that my colleagues with the most success have diversified their portfolios. Many have approached Hollywood, understanding that the real money is in writing for film. I have decided, thusly, to pursue my own Hollywood dream come true, by attempting the official novelization of one of the greatest cinematic masterpieces of the past century, somehow still untouched by the screenwriting community.

For reasons unknown to me, this elegant and sophisticated story treatment took the 2nd prize at the 2018 Killer Con / Deadite Press Gross-out competition. The astute reader will notice that there is absolutely no cursing in this piece, and the themes are those of sharing with your friends and determination in achieving a common goal. I even tried to bring a little class to the proceedings with my performative reading. Could I help it if I hadn’t eaten all day, and needed to eat a candy bar during the reading in order to find the strength to continue? Also, the room was very hot, and in my nervousness, I was forced to open my shirt and bare my chest. Is that so wrong? Also, when my friend and host asked for some of my candy bar, didn’t it behoove me to share it with him? He was kind enough to kneel, so that I could continue my reading as I fed him the chocolate, which he deserves kudos for. As you can see, gross is in the eye of the beholder.

Without further ado, then, an excerpt from my forthcoming novelization:

 

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Chapter 2: The Screw Turns in August; OR: A summer wind doth blow as hot

 

Sharon pooped. Then, Elizabeth pooped. Then, Sharon pooped again, ensuring the cup was overflowing. Sharon looked down at the pile of poop.

There, before her, twisted hazy memories of days passed, glimpses of a favorite snow globe, a half remembered melody, lost to time and the fragility of memory. She yearned for a return to the carefree days of ignorance before the responsibility of being an adult weighed upon her like a mountain. It made her have to poop, so she pooped some more. She pooped on the floor, and then her friend ate the poop.

Would a spiritual awakening follow? The ontological meaning of the act of defecation suggested philosophical implications that were difficult to wrestle with. It made Sharon have to poop, but for the moment, she was out of poop, so she she licked a little more poop from the cup and made out with Elizabeth. Then, her friend Elizabeth took some of the poop and smeared it around on her mouth, and then spit some of the poop into Sharon’s mouth. This made Elizabeth poop some more, and they both rolled around in the poop, and then ate some poop together.

 

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Hunger. A word with different meanings, depending on one’s social standing, economic situation, metabolism, and a host of other ephemeral attributes known only to the fates.

 

Sharon knew that a hunger could buzz and thump deep inside the gut, grow into a longing, and flower into desire that blossoms both action and reaction. The constant struggle of loading the vessel with fuel only to burn it off, to use it in pursuit of great deeds and epic actions. Yes, it was fulfilling to find one’s destiny, perhaps in the eyes of a lover, or in the satisfaction of a job well done. Elizabeth’s mouth came close to her and pressed up against her cheek, sliding around to her full lips. They shared some poop, and swallowed the poop, then Sharon barfed the poop into her friend’s mouth.

 

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As Elizabeth fully undressed, Sharon knew that soon, more poop would come, and there would quickly be an excess of poopy, barfy vaginas. Mentally, she prepared herself for a physical test underlying a philosophical battle for which only the likes of Saint Augustine or Socrates himself could be prepared, but her resolve was steel, and her thoughts fired like lightning across the synaptic tissue of her sharpened mind. This would be a moment of supreme and sublime transformation, if only they could come to an understanding. Synthesis. Yin and yang. The melding of two into one whole.

They had come into this room as two girls, but united, together, they would fill this one cup.

 

 

Michael Allen Rose is a writer, musician, performer artists and producer based in Chicago. His books have been published through a number of small presses. His newest is a horror novel from Omnium Gatherum called “The indifference Of Heaven.” In addition to writing weird stories, he performs burlesque with his partner, Sauda Namir. He also makes industrial music under the name Flood Damage, and studied comedy at the infamous Second City. He likes tea and cats.

 

PHOTO CREDITS

 

THE JUDGES: Rose O’Keefe, Brian Keene, Edward Lee

FEATURING THE TALENTS OF a shirtless John Wayne Comunale

 

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