Bible Camp Bloodbath
Joey Comeau
Language: English
Pages: 78
ISBN: 145387769X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Martin is going to Bible Camp for the summer. He's going to make new friends. And he's excited, but that's probably because nobody told him what this book is called.
Eventually he reached out and turned the water down to a more reasonable temperature so that he could wash. The warm water felt cool by comparison. He stood facing the wall, rubbing the soap through his chest hair, then up and down each of his arms. He soaped the muscles on his upper arms and his shoulders. While he washed, he thought about soaping up Cindy’s body, running the bar over her breasts, circling her nipples. He imagined the suds on her body while her boyfriend stood watching them.
Chip felt himself getting hard, and reached down to stroke his penis. He didn’t notice Ricky, peeking around the corner into the shower, watching as Chip stroked himself. Chip put his free arm against the wall for support. He pictured Cindy on her knees in front of him, while her boyfriend watched, powerless to stop them, getting angry but also a bit turned on. After a while, Cindy’s boyfriend was stroking an erection through his pants while his girl sucked off another man. The water was still
boy!” “I,” William said, but he never got to finish his sentence. Tony grabbed him by the back of his head, and flicked a straight razor open. He pushed William against the wooden post of the Flying Fox and held him by the jaw. William tried to struggle free, but Tony was already pushing the blade into his throat, and there wasn’t much struggle left in him after that. “Ready or not,” Tony yelled in the direction of the two fleeing boys, “here I come!” He wiped his blade on William’s face to
into the other room for cake. Tony had stood up and asked them if they’d accepted Jesus into their hearts and Mitchell hadn’t known. He wanted to let Jesus into his heart. But everyone else went into the next room like they were sure and Mitchell followed. And then this morning his counsellor had found Mitchell crying in bed, with the Bible under his pillow, and he’d taken him down to see Tony. Mitchell had worries. If he did accept Jesus into his heart, he would be saved, he would live forever
dirty. And, to be honest, it had a slimming effect. Not a lot, but every bit helped. Mitchell still wasn’t back and the boredom was getting intolerable. He had even begun flipping through the small red New Testament that his grandmother had given him. But enough was enough. John Dee went into the other room and found Chip writing something in his log book. “Why hasn’t Mitchell come back yet?” John Dee said. “It’s been hours now. I thought you said that he was going to talk to Tony.” He had