FREAK giveaway!


 IT'S GIVEAWAY TIME!
 
It's not August 7th yet, but I do have advance review copies of FREAK to give away, along with a couple of hardcovers of CREEP, and a $50 Amazon gift card. Want to win something? (Don't say no, because that would hurt my feelings!)

All you have to do for your chance to win is: 

WRITE A STORY USING THE WORD FREAK.

It can be a true story or a flash fiction story. It can be an experience you had with a FREAKy person, or it can be about something that FREAKs you out. Or you can TOTALLY MAKE SOMETHING UP. Doesn't matter to me.

There are only two rules:
  1. You must use the some variation of the word FREAK in your story (i.e. freaky, freaking, freaked, etc.)
  2. The story can be as brief as you like – one sentence, even! – but you must not write anything longer than 150 words.
The contest is open internationally, and it's okay if you've already won a copy of one of my books previously (you can always give your prize to a friend). Submit your entry in the comments below. One story equals one entry, and you can enter as many times as you like – just make sure each entry is its own comment. The three most FREAKy stories will win...

PRIZES!

1st Prize: 
Signed ARC of FREAK, signed hardcover of CREEP, and a $50 Amazon gift card

2nd Prize: 
Signed ARC of FREAK and signed hardcover of CREEP

3rd Prize: 
Signed ARC of FREAK


Contest starts NOW and runs until 11:59 p.m. on Sunday, June 17th. Winners will be announced on Monday, June 18th.

And hey, if only three of you participate, then all three of you will win, so take a shot! And for my non-writer pals, don't be intimidated. I'm not looking for perfect writing. Entertainment is what matters most.

Make me cringe, people. MAKE ME CRINGE.

Can't wait to read your FREAKy stories!

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54 comments:

  1. I didn’t hear them slip into the bathroom. Just saw their reflection in the mirror. I spun around, my eyes wide and my mouth slack. The young man advanced while his two praetorians stood guard.
    “So,” he said, “I understand you were at my bride’s bachelorette party last weekend.” He stepped closer and tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear before running his finger along my jaw. He stared hard, his eyes blazing.
    “Yes,” I squeaked.
    “Then tell me, did she in any way act…inappropriately? Because I’ve been hearing some vicious rumors about her and the young man providing…entertainment.”
    “N…no…not at all. Uh-uh.”
    “I hope not. And I pray you’re telling the truth. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to that pretty face.” He dipped his chin. “No more touring freak shows these days, you know.” He snorted then turned for the door, his watchmen close on his heels.

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  2. He was rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he entered the kitchen, when he stopped in his tracks. Sitting at the table, was a little girl with a blond ponytail, leaning over a drawing with a pile of markers on one side of her and a glass of chocolate milk on the other.

    He had no idea that Tiffany, or Bethany, or whatever name was had a daughter. He squeezed his eyes shut, mortified as he thought back over the evening. Her posture was stiff as she colored.

    "Who are you?" She asked without looking up.

    "Uh – I'm Billy." He ran his fingers through his messy hair, trying to regain his composure. He crossed his arms over his bare chest. "I just moved in across the hall."

    "Then why aren't you across the hall?"

    He blinked. “I was just borrowing-“

    “My dad is gonna freak when he gets home.”

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    1. Oh! My! Gawd! That is HA-larious! This is great!

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  3. I'll mention it in my Ninja News Wednesday, after the IWSG post.
    And I'd rather buy your latest than win it.

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  4. My body stiffens as the phone rings again. How unnerving that he has already called three times within fifteen minutes.  I'm sure its nothing, I tell myself. Late for class I run out the door to the sound of my phone ringing. Again. 

    I return just past eleven.  My message indicator light is flashing. I walk over to my call display. Yep, there he is. Caller 1, 2, and 3. 

    But wait! 4, 5, 6, and 7... CREEPY. My heart beat quickens as I continue to scroll. My eyes growing wide with horror. 

    He called me over 65 f%#king times. 

    Before I can change my mind, I hit redial. Ringing, ringing...click, he picks up.

    "Hello", he says casually.

    "Uhh, hey," I stammer.  Why I am surprised he answered the phone? After all, he must have been next to the damn thing all day!!

    I inhale sharply and blurt out, "So, you called?"

    He replies, "Oh yeah...just wanted to say Hi."

    Who does that?!! FREAK!!

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    1. Upon entering the dark and dingy cottage the odor of mildew was quite evident. I could not believe that someone actually lived under these deplorable conditions. I wish that Detective Mickey Piela was not on an out of town assignment. I, Mattie Piela, his wife and side kick must venture the collection of DNA material on my own. As I was about to don my gloves a sound of glass breaking freaked me out. I began walking to the location of the sound when I heard " Mattie Piela, is that really you?". Before me stood a previous coworker and the last person I expected to see here. This most certainly has me freaked out...

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  6. I thought she was some freak with her tattoos, piercings, and purple hair. Who knew that she really liked puppies, roses, and precious moments figurines...ok, yeah, she was a freak, but I fell in love with her anyway. I gave her my heart...she ate it for breakfast with a steaming mocha latte and a side of scrambled eggs.

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  7. I got nothin'...
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYHxGBH6o4M
    :)

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  8. You're a freak job. I like it.

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  9. Yeah, I know I'm disqualified because of the high word count. Tough. It was fun to write.



    A Freak of Nature


    After a decade of verbal abuse, she finally admitting to being a freak of nature hoping it would end the fights. She hoped he would stop the insults once she confessed, but he just found new and hurtful names to call her. All he had to do was leave with what he came with, but no, he foolishly chose to attack her more.

    It was easy to lure the idiot to a seedy motel room. It was pure fun watching his form wiggle to get away from her taser. She was terrified that he would regain consciousness before she could handcuff him to the bed so she moved swiftly. Once he was immobilized, she could take her time peeling the skin from his face. She knew the whipping would wake him up so she saved it for last. It was important for the mirror to be in place so he could see himself. She switched on the video recorder so she could capture the moment he noticed his missing face. A money shot like that would separate her film from the rest of the lame videos on YouTube. As she raised the strap, the anticipation was nearly unbearable.

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  10. Oo, great contest! I will have to contemplate it when I'm fully awake. :)

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  11. My cousin and I would babysit her youngest sister when we were kids. One night, we thought it would be a good idea to squeeze the breath out of her. We told her to cross her arms over her chest and take a deep breath. My cuz, standing behind her, put her in a bear hug and squeezed her tight. When she let go, her sister fell limp to the floor. And WE freaked out. We ran to her oldest brother and told him what we had done. He ran to his youngest sister and began slapping her face. Within seconds, she came to and we didn't take our eyes off her for the rest of the night. And we NEVER did that again.

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  12. They say I’m mad, a psycho. But could a madman have got you here? And if I was a psycho would you still be alive?

    Go ahead and scream all you like, no one will hear you down here.

    They call me a freak in the salon. What d’you think? Do you think I’m a freak? Look at this. I bet you can’t do anything like that. Does that make me a freak? I don’t think so. Lots of people are double-jointed.

    Hold still, damn it. I’m nearly finished. Stop crying and quit screaming. Hold still. I don’t want to cut you. Not yet.

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  13. Today was no different than every other day. He learned long ago to never get overly anxious or excited about school, it was never going to change for him. He never understood why he was chosen as the school outcast.

    Once he stepped out from the safety of his mother’s car the horrors would begin.

    “Gaybay”
    “Homo”
    “Queer”
    “Faggot”

    It gradually has gotten worse day to day, year to year. He was almost there, the end was insight. He couldn’t take it anymore. Tomorrow he would go to school and end it all, for himself and the haters.

    He rose once more, grabbed what he needed and rehearsed his speech before heading to school.

    “Today is the end for some of us but the beginning for most,” he announced, “from this day forward we will no longer be FREAKS!” Everyone shouted and threw their caps in the air. “Congratulations!”

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  14. As a doctor, I’m troubled when I cannot diagnose what ails my patients. A particularly vexing case occurred in 1986. A young woman presented with obsessions and psychotic rages. Strangely, when out in the country, she was fine. But upon return to Manhattan, the symptoms reappeared. She’d storm into a random building, and inflict abuse on the building’s maintenance men.

    With my colleague, Dr. James, I consulted with Dr. King, a world-renowned specialist in urban psychiatry. She happened to be on safari, near Kinshasa, and could only be reached by short-wave. We quickly described the situation.

    “Only apartment buildings?”

    “Yes, usually the head of maintenance. We’re stumped.”

    A moment of static. We feared her radio had died.

    “She’s a super-freak.”

    Rick and I exchanged looks. Super-freak?

    We needed clarification. “She’s super—”

    “Frieda King. Out.”

    We never spoke again. But my patient? Happy to say, she’s all right.

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  15. The bleachers were on fire. The football team lay scattered across the field, blood staining the Astroturf beneath them. Coach Edelman dangled from the goal post, a thick string trailing from his slack mouth. It took me a minute to realize it was his whistle. Someone had jammed it down his throat.

    A group of cheerleaders lay in a pile near the end zone. Their skinny legs with orange spray tans stuck up at odd angles making it impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

    It wasn’t until I caught sight of the mascot that something inside me broke. We were the Shadow High Eagles but the costume looked more like a freaky chicken. It was upended in a giant cooler of Gatorade. Bright yellow feet drifted slowly from side to side as the green liquid sloshed and spilled over.

    I screamed my anguish at the sky.
    -end

    Awesome contest! I had this scene lying around...and I had to cut the crap out of it to fit 150 words!ha Love you, girl! Now give me your books!lol

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    1. "Their skinny legs with orange spray tans stuck up at odd angles..."

      I love that visual. You're hysterical Marsha.

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  16. Oh man, I should've known you were going to make me work for an entry. I'm brain dead right now, but if I think up something later, I'll be back. Good luck to all the entries!

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  17. I'm assuming this isn't international, but I'll tweet about it now. And also, congrats!!! <333

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  18. They said I was a freak. They didn't realize I was proud of the fact.


    -Lauren
    lauren51990 AT aol DOT com

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  19. They used to say I was "different", "weird", "stuck-up", etc. But they didn't even know me. I was only 9 years old. How could they be so mean? Once I reached middle-school, and after taking karate classes with my brother, I returned to school full of new found confidence. Nothing had changed. The minute they saw me, the snickering and name calling began. I had had enough. "You want weirdo? I'll give you weirdo!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, as I darted towards the main culprit. I wrestled her to the ground and happily, beat her up.

    Freak no more.

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  20. Killed a man on the train, the voices in my head said he was a monster..freak's nature. I always do what the voices say, they are faster than a speeding train... when they stop the squeal is loud. Voices..., I am the conductor.

    jeremy
    jeremy@jmhdigital.com

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  21. The monster had been a sideshow freak.

    The newspaper articles claimed the man-like fiend attacked its keeper's daughter. It bit her finger off, as if munching on a carrot. Its blood lust spiked when it ripped into the keeper's jugular. The beast buzzed with crimson life.

    The violence continued paper after paper, year after year.

    The freaky man-beast was rumored to have killed Confederate soldiers, save the one who got away. Not even their bones remained.

    Then, this monster fell from news to legend. Had it died as the decades flew by? A missing hiker caused no alarm, but I knew better.

    I met it on a cold December night. My best friend's blood clung to its hairy chest as it ripped her neck open. I ran and lived to tell my tale.

    Ten years later, it has fed again. It's time to kill that freak.

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  22. Freaking demons could go straight back to Hell and really make my day start looking up.

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  23. What total and complete freaks. Did they think it was fucking Halloween? Since when is it okay for people to walk the streets dressed as a zombie, a vampire, and some sort of ghost pirate?

    As they approached, I was nearly knocked off my feet by their smell, a mix between vomit, a ripe compost pile, and maggoty flesh. Must be the damn zombie. I covered my nose and the pirate grinned through a mouthful of jagged-edge teeth. I turned down a side street.

    The smell followed me, along with a chorus of chuckles. I spun, noticing the pirate had pulled a wicked knife. He gestured crudely. “Ever gotten lucky with a trio of the undead?”

    Five minutes later the three gentlemen lay dead – truly dead – at my feet. I smiled. Ever gotten lucky with the undead? Bitch, please. I‘m a succubus, the ultimate freak. Sex and soul-sucking included.

    149 words! This was fun :) I don't usually do cringe-worthy.

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  24. The woman gazed down at her husband dangling below her. The rope had saved him, but he couldn't get a foothold on the sheer rock face.

    She sighed. The climbing vacation had been her idea. It had taken all her powers of persuasion to get him up here, but she couldn't decide which was the harder battle: overcoming his vertigo, or getting three full days out of his schedule all to herself.

    He was taking it all very calmly. Remarkably so. No sign of his terror of heights. Maybe high-powered - and wealthy - vice-presidents were made of sterner stuff than she'd given him credit for.

    "It'll be over soon, honey," she called. She fingered the knife at her belt. "But, if you're going to, this would be a good time to freak."

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  25. They never try to hide the names. Loser. Weirdo. Freak. Their voices follow me down the hallway, a constant buzz in the background, like the TV tuned to a dead channel, like the tide sucking at my feet, drowning me an inch at a time.

    Weirdo. Freak.

    It's my own fault. I know I bring it on myself. Long blonde hair dyed black over a sink in the girls' bathroom, cut to just below my ears with scissors stolen from art class, not caring when the roots start to show.

    Not caring when the cuts on my wrists show.

    Freak.

    It should bother me more: the names, the voices. But it's so much easier to ignore them than the others, the voices no-one else hears, and for a little while after the cold metal splits my skin, they go quiet.


    Well, how much fun was that? Thanks, Jennifer!

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  26. Two years. One new school. Countless hours at the gym and adding up calories. All for the perfect body.

    Two killer parties and one amazing first kiss and she'd snared the perfect boyfriend.

    She'd worked long and hard to build the perfect life, and now some bitch calling herself her friend was going to take that away? Oh, hell no.

    So what if Katy and Tyler had history? History’s in the past. Tyler was her boyfriend. He'd slipped up with Katy, but he was still hers; she wasn't above a little convincing.

    But what Katy did, there was no going back.

    She rolled her eyes as Katy sniffled over the phone. "You really forgive me?"

    "Of course. Now get over here. I have the house to myself all weekend and a new dress I'm dying to show off."

    She smiled and fingered the knife's blade. "You're going to completely freak."


    Um, slightly addicted.

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  27. I know when you were in bed last night you told your friend I'm a freak. It's cute that you thought you were alone.


    And stopping now!

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  28. Hi, Jennifer. It took forever to get here, but now that my boys have graduated and school's out for the summer, I can finally breath again. *laughs* I totally agree with Alex, but the chance at winning something signed by you is too tempting to pass up. I wrote the following piece this morning. I swear it's fiction, okay. ;) The speaker is a perceived voice and the parenthesis reflects thought since I couldn't get the italics to show up...

    “Wake up!” the all-too-familiar voice commanded, so I did. I could never deny her.
    (Please go away.)
    “No. That girl sleeping there…”
    (Please don’t make me.)
    “Yes. You must. She’s…beneath you, and not nearly special enough for my baby."
    (But I’m not your baby anymore. I’m a grown man now.)
    “Please!” she said, exasperated. “You must do this and do it quickly.”
    (But I like her.)
    “Yes, I know. You like them all, don’t you? Now, hurry.”
    (I can’t do this.)
    “You always think that and yet always do as Moma says. She thinks you’re a freak.”
    I felt something snap. (No, she doesn’t.)
    "She told someone that while texting on that phone of her's tonight. She told more than one."
    (Who did she tell?) I got up, taking my heavy pillow with me as I went to her side. It still smelled like the last girl.

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  29. Just popping in to say how crazy fun these entries are! :)

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  30. I mentioned the contest on my blog - I agree, these are super fun!

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  32. Ok, I had a really good story but at 1am, I didnt READ the part about it being less than 150 words. I had to delete it. (Mine was over 4,000). But it was a true story and it was good. Jennifer, I will send it to you sometime so you can read it. I spent way too much time typing it to let it go to waste. HAHA
    so I will post something else.

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    2. 4,000 characters, that is. not 4,000 words LOL although I could write a novel about my work experiences. ok, it's 2:30 am my time. I need sleep.

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  33. I do laser hair removal and of course, we remove hair EVERYWHERE except around the eyes. I see a lot of things most people probably wouldn't want to. But it's what I do and I am used to it. The other week, I have a wife come in for a "Brazilian". She didn't speak very good English, so when he asked if he could "watch", I assumed he was doing it for her comfort, in case she had questions. I let him come, even though I usually have a standard excuse that I don't have an extra pair of goggles for him to wear. (you have to protect your eyes from the laser light). I just don't feel comfortable with a husband watching. Well, I was right feel that way. The whole time, he kept saying "oh baby, this is hot. Oh yeah, this is hot."
    It was so creepy and I felt like I was part of some very bad porn movie. WHAT. A. FREAK. Afterwards, I decided that I would stick to my "no husbands/wives" policy when doing pubic areas.

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  34. hello dear,
    great blog
    want to follow each other?

    :)

    http://kleiderhauli.blogspot.de

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  35. A boy takes a shortcut through the woods. He stops when he approaches a decrepit bridge. He suddenly hears a faint growling from beneath the bridge. He quickly races across it. A hideous troll jumps up from underneath and chases him. It grunts ferociously as it gains on him, finally tackling him to the ground. It pulls the boy's face up to its own. The boy closes his eyes in fear and braces himself to have his face eaten off. He feels a slimy tongue run over his lips. The boy, gripped by an uncontrollable terror, has peed his shorts. He slowly opens one eye, and is shocked to see the monster has miraculously transformed into a beautiful girl. As he comes to his senses, he sees she's standing in a puddle of his urine. She exclaims, "Ew! You peed on me, freak!”

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  36. Hello dear,
    maybe you would like to follow each other's blogs with GFC or via bloglovin? or even both?

    wolffashion.blogspot.com

    have a nice day!
    gV

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  37. Amused he looked out of his window watching as another couple arm in arm wrapped from head to foot in skiwear slipped and skidded past his chalet window overlooking the Chapel Bridge in Lucerne. God he loved this season, the snow hadn't yet arrived but it was bitter cold outside, however the sky was clear and the tourists loved to walk in the old town.

    Just as the couple were nearly out of view he noticed a small flash of light coming from across the river.

    Ping!

    Went the microwave meaning his hot chocolate was ready.

    Just as he opened the door he heard the splinter of wood near his left ear then the crash of falling glass and the gunshot. Too stunned to move he stood frozen, freaked out, and scared shitless. A second shot shattered the microwave door and this time he dove behind his cooking island.

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  38. Yeah, this is what happens when creeps and freaks have too much time on their hands. The following mash-up is a compilation taken from the fans of Jennifer Hillier.


    1

    Today was no different than every other day. They said I was a freak. They didn't realize I was proud of the fact. I always do what the voices say, they are faster than a speeding train.

    ”Just popping in to say how crazy fun these entries are! And I'd rather buy your latest than win it."

    " Agree, these are super fun!"

    "Want to follow each other?"

    "Oh, hell no."

    "Oh! My! Gawd! You're hysterical Marsha. And also, congrats!"

    "Thanks Alexia! Appreciate it!"

    I wrestled her to the ground and happily, beat her up. When she let go, her sister fell limp to the floor. We never spoke again.


    2

    He was rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he entered the kitchen, when he stopped in his tracks. Too stunned to move he stood frozen, freaked out, and scared shitless. I will have to contemplate it when I'm fully awake. I'm sure it's nothing, I tell myself. Freaking demons could go straight back to Hell and really make my day start looking up.
    "I need sleep."

    It was easy to lure the idiot to a seedy motel room. I could not believe that someone actually lived under these deplorable conditions. I thought she was some freak with her tattoos, piercings, and purple hair.

    A hideous troll jumps up from underneath and chases him.

    "Hi, Jennifer. You're a freak job. I like it."

    "Bitch, please. I‘m a succubus, the ultimate freak. Sex and soul-sucking included. Go ahead and scream all you like, no one will hear you down here. Now get over here. I have the house to myself all weekend and a new dress I'm dying to show off."

    "It's cute that you thought you were alone. I just don't feel comfortable with a husband watching."

    “I hope not. And I pray you’re telling the truth."

    /Yeah, she was a freak, but I fell in love with her anyway./ "Testing? I got nothin'... I'm brain dead right now, but if I think up something later, I'll be back."


    "It'll be over soon, honey," she called. She fingered the knife at her belt. Someone had jammed it down his throat."Well, how much fun was that?" /Thanks Alex! I love this!/ "Have a nice day!"

    ... Not even their bones remained. It's my own fault. I know I bring it on myself. This most certainly has me freaked out, but it was a true story and it was good.

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  40. A trailer decorated with graffiti and banners is thumping around. From shadows all you see is chaotic bumps jutting through the sheets. A woman rashly peeps her head out shrieking, “Ewww. I’ve had enough! She jolts up, grabs her dress, and rushes towards the door yelling, “freaks!” There’re Siamese boys lying there shocked.

    Boy 1: “What a bitch.”

    A boy pulls out a chunk of ginger carved into a cone.

    Boy 2: “I guess she didn’t expect us to get that freaky.”

    The woman walks into the bearded lady’s almost pitch-black trailer.

    Woman: “You wouldn’t believe what the boys tried.”
    Bearded Lady: “Ginger?”
    Woman: “Yes.”
    Bearded Lady: “Stings at first, but you get used to it.”
    Woman: “Holy shit! What happened to your beard?”
    Bearded Lady: “I got a new boyfriend really into cunnilingus, so I glued my facial hair to my crotch.”
    Woman: “Now that’s just freaky.”

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  41. Nothing freaky is coming to mind. I'm having a suburban vanilla moment. Oh well, guess I'll just have to buy your book when it comes out! Squee!

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  42. Painted yellow by the amber streetlight, bearded, belly protruding, wire-rimmed lenses reflecting flashes that hide his eyes, the freak nods to himself as couples cling hand in hand, slipping into the shop for frozen sweets in more than thirty flavors. Hands thrust into his pockets, leaning back on worn boot heels, he surveys dessert choices from the outside in, approving one lovely pair’s final decision while frowning at another’s. Pistachio and boysenberry? Whoever heard of such a wretched combination?

    He watches a girl’s limber tongue catch a green drop dangling from her boyfriend’s overstuffed cone.

    It may very well be his last.

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  43. Hot, weak, young, and twisted;
    Wore a wig, number unlisted.
    Snuff film madame,
    Real name, Adam;
    Transvestite joke,
    Gave head for coke.

    Six lines down, rock star clown;
    She'll make you laugh in the worst part of town.
    She'll show you hers and leave a scar;
    You won't make it home if you get in her car.
    She'll get you high, she'll make you cry,
    She'll freak you out, and then you'll die.

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  44. A vegan cannibal speeding down Sunset Boulevard, in a hurry to get home to eat the passengers she'd met at a fetish party: hermaphrodite Siamese twins and an 80-year-old male lactokleptophiliac (a necrophiliac with a compulsion to steal dairy products), was momentarily blinded by a flash of lightening that struck the hood of her ice cream truck, swerved onto the sidewalk, and ran over Marilyn Manson. It was a freak accident.

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  45. Ten fingers, ten toes, two eyes. I am reminded of my abnormality every single day. I will never be like them. I'm just a freak. Someone they feel bad for. I’m startled from my pity party to a knock on the door. It must be her! She doesn't pity me. She actually likes me. Me! I more than like her. I love her. I open the door and am in awe of her beauty each time I see her long slender legs, beautiful hair and those gorgeous eyes: one blue, one green, and one violet. "Sorry, I don't mean to stare come in," as she walks in holding a gift. She looks into my eyes with the most beaming grin I’ve ever seen. "Open it!" she demands. I unwrap it to find one of her hearts in the box. "I am yours now," she says with tears in her eyes.

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