Wow.

A chilly and disturbing story that is strangely tender at times, this reminds me in parts of Dennis Cooper, and as he's one of my favourite writers that can be counted as a compliment. The writer has riffs and themes that are prevalent in my writing so I suppose I was always going to be receptive to this story. Great dialogue in parts and some inspired passages of writing. A bracing trip into hell.

Wow...this was insane. But amazingly well written.

Very well written, but not really my cup of tea. This guy is so unrelentingly vicious that it makes it difficult for me to find any common ground with him.

Sheesh, no wonder you don't waste your time on bad fiction. Yours is damnably good!

The beginning is a little too disorienting for my tastes, too many euphemisms. But once it really starts rolling this thing just doesn't stop.

Great work!

That was a brilliant story. Out of curiosity, why only one chapter? Does that not effect the amount of feedback you can use?

A couple things- in the future, the guy is not just a pedophile and rapist; he's a serial killer, no? Since he obviously fails to cop an insanity plea, where does that land him where he can have unrestricted physical contact with his therapist? This scene immediately follows the one in the showers, which doesn't support special priveledges on account of behavior. The scene also immediately preceeds the one where he takes the slipper: delirium or complete fabrication- was everything that came before, and was what would come after?

I think I find that the most awesome part of this story. To me, this guy never took a slipper, returned back to his past from the future, and rescued himself in the only way he knew how. I think he's been here all along, hiding among us. As mentioned before, this story is a case study delving into the deviant mind.

Consider how easily the deviant can recognize parts of himself in two pedophiles, follow them, and seize control over their victim, a victim with whom he identifies with and sees as a manifestation of his younger self, especially if he has done hard time or committed murder.

Then the guy dies. You know how they say the mind's effect on the body can be greater than its environment? This deviant in particular makes claims to practice honing his mind, does he not? Additionally, narcotics and cocktails will also facilitate delusions of grandeur and induce death, whether the instrument of suicide or accidental overdose.

Even the literal interpretation of the story speaks volumes on subject matter I personally find intriging. I think a tight plot, well developed characters, and superior writing make this story one of the most fascinating reads on this site.

So he raped himself in the past? That's so nasty but so interesting! You should write more, but you haven't updated for a while.

I'd like to give you a review but after that I'm at a loss for words. Amazingly, insanely disturbing. Perfectly, unabashidly written... it is what it is... Great, Dreamshell.

Beautifully written. Dark, gritty, and surreal, yet not. Reminds me quite a bit of Stephen King's writing.

Dark, hypnotic, and brutal without gratuity. Excellent work as usual, Dreamshell. I admire your ability to avoid exposition and cheap shock value.

Delightfully surreal piece you have it. Confusing, strange, and I do love the in-character profanity from the narrator. Fun stuff. HoSaM's updated.

What a beautiful and terrible story. It's a real story, because it's true. It's the story of a cycle that doesn't end even when it does. This is a powerful piece of literature and you deserve a lot of merit for writing it.

It delves into the mind of the sadistic killer who seeks to kill innocence because he himself was an innocent killed; he realizes it and yet can not overcome it. The buddhist terminology really accentuates how intelligent this person is - his actions are not completely instinctual, because he is aware of what he's doing and the implications of his actions.

Like anyone trying to end the pain and illusion of reality and living, attaining Nirvana is as difficult as it is for this murderer to overcome his past. You've captured the psychology of a torn man with such painful accuracy! Of all your stories, this is by far my favorite. Please continue to write tragically, because you improve every time.

A glowing golden box of snakes and fear and anger..brutal and poetical in its brutalness..I will need to read this more than once, to catch the word trapezes, the imagery, the sheer pain of boy and man and the need to give pain because that's all he's known, and if anybody Johnny Perfect, Johnny Goodboy, Johnny Saint, is almost himself from long ago, and the need to violate to make rape love because in this edgy world Dreamshell writes about, rape can only be love and love can only be rape. And the slipping. The time machine. The horror snake eating itsself over and again, that black and white world children sometimes have, broken hearted and broken headed eventually, because there is prison and Halloween can last an entire lifetime, as the broken name and the broken boy reside in close proximity to each other, there for sex with forearms and vaginas and penises, bullshit from prisoners who want to see the show and the con who wants just to have his cock sucked, what the shit, he's doing the sucking, not me, after all...the scope of the story is an entire world, if Johhny Goodytwoshoes invites with innocenct a terrible mockery of love can be gilded by destroying that trust, for the mere sake of loving that trust, but with force and with no heart and with no conscience and no mind. Ever the man in prison. Ever the man with the doctor Asshole who is doctor like Mengeles was, and rape of the mind and heart and whatever soul is by this time left, this is every bit as chilling as the physical violence, everyone has to have to right honor place, everyone has to have the world go there way and victims on a solid gold leash are hardly any worse off than victims on a filthy leash in a scrab table tenenent, and the need to throw the world against the wall and make it go smash is so edgy and so evocative here--a mood that is the world as it is, the mean girls, the boys with shivs, the madmen with nukes, all the world goes staggering round and when some due is paid back late in the day to the rapists, it comes with sadness and bone deep melancholy, it comes from a place of worship that has been kicked straight to the ninth circle of hell where it will burn and drip and scour and sizzle flesh forever--all the assholes who take the boy back to his rapists, all the assholes who let him sink lower and lower into the muck, all of this confluence coupled with an intelligent narrator, a narrator who sees what he has become, sees some of what made him that way--diggit, I heard a story once about a fourteen year old boy who was hitting the gay bars of a nearby city, he had sex with the men there and thought they loved him. In response, a man in his forties, gay, told him that when he was fourteen, believe it or not, he looked attractive as that boy, and he went to bars and had sex too, cause they "loved" him, till one joyful night, they loved him too much and gang raped him. Now if those mothers who did that had been confronted with it, they would have denied it all the way to hell and back--but the facts stand and fuck the whole miserable gay culture business-community?--not a chance-fuck and be fucked without knowing a name, who the hell cares?--there's always next Saturday night--this story of Dreamshell's points out the hypocricy, and the little hurts and the scream hurts and the need for a boy to kill as he was killed himself so young and so monstrously. Dreamshell has herein entered a world of night, a world of horror even H.P. Lovecraft would appreciate and find his heart racing with chills were he to read it; all guttiwucks this story, all Droogs, who would just trounce and kill and trouncing and killing is what this story is all about--pain, the world is nothing but pain, to paraphrase Harlan Ellison, love ain't nothin' but pain misspelled. Get this story published. It is a slash of knife coming cross the throat, ripping the head half off..diggit it's cool and icy and hard and unflinching and beautifuly written, it will offend some people who need to be offended, it will delight many many others who know it's the truth--all the way there and back again.