Authors: Kipp Poe Speicher
She reaches up her other hand and pulls the other strap down exposing her firm breast with rock hard succulent nipples. She reaches for my hand and places it on her right nipple and gives me that look to gently squeeze.
She then straddles me and forces me to take each one into my mouth and throws her head back moaning in ecstasy. She starts grinding on top of me feeling my erection almost bursting through my pants.
She jumps up her green shirt falls around her feet and she unbuttons her hip hugging shorts and starts to slide them down removing her panties with them. Her freshly shaved mound glistens with moister and she turns around and bends over and slides her finger into dripping pink lips.
As her hand moves up and down I can see her face tense up with extreme pleasure and her breast swaying with each thrust she opens her mouth and lets out a deafening jet engine hum and the room fills with harsh daylight.
I wake sitting straight up with the screaming humming coming from right outside my bedroom window. I glance over at the clock 6:30 in the morning “What the FUCK” I reach for my glasses and look out the window.
There she is my dike neighbor with her gas powered leaf blower cleaning off her porch. I throw off the covers and look for some shorts to throw on as I stumble through the hall to the front door. I throw it open and squint at the morning sun.
I round the house and look hastily in her direction and scream, “Why do you have to wake up the neighborhood with that thing?” She sees me and mutters something about it being a beautiful morning and smiles.
I just turn around and recede back into my home slamming the door behind me. The dike next door repeatedly tarnishes the one-day out of the week I get to sleep in. That’s it this ends today this beautiful fucking morning I’m making a stand for the neighborhood.
I leave my house by the back door and head towards my shed in the corner of my back yard. As I walk barefoot through the long grass my feet become wet from the morning dew. And I curse the fact that it’s that early in the morning.
I swing the shed door open as the door drags on the ground from years of use and neglected maintenance. One day I will get around to that. I search the cluttered area in search of something that will aid me in my task.
I exit the shed as a warrior with a weed eater strapped to my back a spool of weed eater refill hanging from belt loop. Wearing duct tape as a bracelet and a pair of safety goggles. Remember safety first my friends.
I can see her now sitting in her kitchen with her TV assaulting my ears as I walk across my yard to hers. This is the moment of truth I kick open her wooden gate as it splinters and falls to the ground. She drops her toast on her table and runs out her front door to her porch.
The screen door slams behind her and she looks at me with pure shock on her face . I swing the weed eater around and bash her square in the forehead with it. Blood sprays everywhere as a flap of skin sticks to the base of the weed eater.
She falls backwards smashing a potted plant that falls off the patio table. She shrieks with pain and surprise raising her hands to fend off my next swing that digs into her wrist spraying more blood.
She leans to her side and tries to pull herself up onto the table and slips on her own blood causing her to fall face first onto the table sending a tooth through her lip. As she becomes woozy I grab the line spool and wrap it around her hands then around her feet.
She lay there squirming like a pig spitting blood and moaning. In the corner I see what I came for sitting there gleaming in the sun is the leaf blower. I jet across the porch and grab the leaf blower then walk back towards her and yes I’m grinning like a mad man.
I kneel beside her and bring her face forward look at her and I laugh as I shove my fingers into her mouth parting her lips. With a full force of pure lunacy I shove the leaf blower into her mouth chipping a few teeth.
I slide the spool of duct tape off my wrist and pull off long strips and wrap it around her blood-covered head and around the blower end of the leaf blower leaving no chance of escaping air. I shove dirt from the smashed plant into her nostrils.
I can see tears forming in her eyes, as she knows what will happen next. I reach down and turn on the leaf blower I see her cheeks fill and about to burst her eyes roll into the back of her head. Her body starts to thrash and she relieves her bowels dripping out of terry cloth white shorts on her front porch.
Not sure what did her in maybe it is her lungs exploding or maybe her heart giving out but it will be a quiet summer now and just my luck I find her gas can full so now I have some gas to mow my lawn.
1. I recently read your book
The Rot
and enjoyed it. What inspired you to write it?
That story just came to me within a few minutes, A friend of mine asked on twitter for some story ideas to fill out her short story collection, and in result this story is what came to mind. Needless to say she didn’t jump on the idea so I went with it and wrote it myself.
Conspiracy theories run through my mind all the time. I worry about what is going on behind the scenes. Greed, corporation, and the fight of the common man, we are not on the top of the list of concern with the powers in charge of us.
2. What made you decide to self-publish?
Since I can remember I have filled with all these stories, at first I tried to write when I was younger but my education achievements were not stellar. I have Dyslexia and the school system just pushed me through with no real concerns about my abilities.
So to tell stories and with the birth of home editing video systems I turned to filmmaking, I have had some very positive reviews for my work in video and still continue working in the field.
Filmmaking requires $ and that is something I don’t have much of so as a complete turn around I decided to take some of my film projects that would cost me to much money to pull off and turned them into short stories using the Storyboards I did up for them.
Closing My Eyes was one of those projects, I figured if I could sell the short story and get some interest in funding to make into a movie? Now it turns out my writing has brought on a fan base and writing without harnessing yourself to what you can pull off in film is like an awaking.
3. Will you ever consider being traditionally published if the opportunity arrives?
I this point I would have to say NO I love having the freedom to write what I want to write, what I’m passionate about, and not what some person telling me what I should be writing. That they think will make them money.
My writing style is a bit strange to some but I don’t really care about making big bucks doing this. I’d rather have ten rabid fans waiting for my next release than make on some top 100 list of mainstream work.
I’d rather be what Grindhouse films were to the movie business.
4. How long have you been a writer, and what made you want to write?
I am an extremely quiet person I would not be surprised going through a whole day not saying more than ten words. Story telling and over active imagination has been a big part of my life since I can remember. My mind is in constant movement.
All day long these stories play out in my head living in this other world and some what fading away from the normal world.
5. What do you feel about the eBook phenomenon? Do you think the market will eventually balance itself out and become similar to the traditional markets we have now, or do you think this will remain a field for all writers, both established and new, to prosper?
The eBook has changed my life in so many ways, aiding me in my dyslexia and now instead of reading 3 books a year I read over 50 books a year.
I hope traditional publishing gets their crap together and sells the books at a competitive price compared to the indie authors.
I LOVE having the ability to read all these indie authors work my Kindle is filled with 90% indie authors. They are the new voice, for years we had these Gate keepers telling us what we should read, now we have the freedom to read what we want to read.
I see this as the beginning of many new forms of story telling and thoughts and ideas. I was always a fan of the Beat Generation in writers, Now I see us being the Bit Generation.
6. Do you think badly formatted eBooks with poor grammar will eventually affect the eBook market?
I hope authors who have put out works with these problems will correct them and put all that behind us. That is another magical thing about digital publishing, we can fix our work and reload it back up to server and within a day the new file is up and running.
Take the time and money and get an editor.
7. I’m not sure if you have a full-time job other than writing. I know I do, and I find it difficult to work, then come home and write and promote. How do you manage to do all of these things?
I actually work two jobs Monday through Friday I get to my first job (print shop) at 7:30 a.m. till 4:30 p.m. then off for an hour then clean two banks at night and get home around 10 every night. So either I get up really early and write or do most of it during the weekend.
Yes it sucks I wish I had more time to create, and promote. One day I hope to have more time, my friends always ask me when im not going to have to work two jobs I always tell them when I get a third one.
8. I’d like to ask you about your writing process. Do you just write and let the story take you where it may, or do you outline?
I have never outlined I just plant a seed in my head and see where it takes me.
9. I’ve noticed you have a free book available at Amazon and it is constantly going under the top 1,000 mark. I downloaded it to my Kindle, read it and enjoyed it, especially “Gas for Grass.” How did you get your book’s price dropped to free, and what inspired you to write these stories?
Along with being on the Amazon Kindle page I also load my short stories up on Smashwords.com where I put them up for free, just to establish a fan base and get my name out there. So then somehow Amazon will go through and find these posted on other sites for free and then match that price on their site.
Amazon wont let you post for Free so it was very exciting to have Closing My Eyes become one of the free selections. Now it is on over 8000 Kindles out in the world.
Closing My Eyes is a really trippy short story that came from my subconscious I have this strange thing happen to me through out the day where if I am the least bit relaxed I have these waking dreams. At any given moment I see these scenes playout taking me out of the reality we are in. As a result to these visions came Closing My Eyes Helps Me To See Clearly.
Gas For Grass is actually the first thing I ever wrote when I decided to write for Kindle. I wrote it all in one sitting. I have some readers that absolutely hate and others who Love it so I guess I must be doing something right. And yes there is a neighbor that it is based on.
Just yesterday I got a one Star review on the book and she said it is the weirdest thing she ever read, that review made me very happy
10. What do you have coming up next?