DJ Robbins
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He wrote a short film that is currently up on Youtube called ,''All the Lonely Boys'' He is an avid Ohio State and Cleveland Browns fan
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Werewolf
Eddy Bauer sat in the driver’s seat of a semi – truck. It idled noisily as the big monster semi slid into the parking lot of the Shady Pines Truck Stop. Eddy’s hair was white and thinning. He wore a camouflage hat that said Hell Yeah. He shut off the radio which had been blaring Willy Nelson’s on the road again. Eddy jumped out of the semi and he filled up with diesel gasoline. He walked inside the little, shack like gas station and he approached the cube like, checkout counter. A man with straight black hair and glasses stood behind the counter. His nametag read Hank. He wore square looking glasses and he was abnormally thin. “That’ll be 15.75.” hank said stiffly.
By DJ Robbins4 months ago in Horror
Five Changes I Would Make to the Current WWE
Five changes I would make to the current WWE. The first thing would be to call the Women participants “Divas” again. It is not the name that hurts women’s wrestling. It had always been the dumbass and trashy storylines involving women that ruined Women’s Wrestling. Ever since Bayley, Sasha, Charlotte, and Becky Lynch legitimized the division again, the Women’s Division has been the strongest it’s been. Now, don’t misunderstand me, there have been standouts in the WWE’s Women’s Division, but today it’s more about competition and belts than
By DJ Robbins5 months ago in Geeks
Halloween. Content Warning.
Paranoia had gripped Haddonfield. They thought they had killed Michael Myers. They were right. However, The Shape dwelled within Michael. It was the evil that had infected Michael in 1963 and corrupted his soul. The Shape was Michael once again. It had manifested itself as its favorite form. That is 1978’s Michael Myers, the twenty-one-year-old. He crept inside Laurie’s house and grabbed the mask. As soon as he put it on, he felt whole again.
By DJ Robbins5 months ago in Fiction
Herbert. Top Story - August 2025.
A hulking figure stood in the doorway. He smelled like whiskey and clenched a cigar between his teeth. It had a cherry scent adding a pleasant smell to an otherwise horrible one. Brad and Wendy turn and their faces twist in horror. Herbert revs his chain saw; then he lets out a terrifying squeal while chasing after the couple. Wendy bashes the clown over the head. Glass shatters and candy goes everywhere. Herbert shakes his head. Brad drives his shoulder into Herbert’s belly. The clown lets out a grunt as he staggers backwards and crashes through the coffee table. The terrified couple tries fleeing out the back door.
By DJ Robbins5 months ago in Fiction
Mom
How do you spell love? I spell it MOM. Never has there been a more special bond than that between mother and son. For the seraphs of Heaven sing no sweeter song than that of hearing your mother's voice. No one is more selfless nor caring or empathetic than my mother.
By DJ Robbins8 months ago in Poets
Brother's Stone
He took another swig of ale and Samuel burst in. He approached DJ Stone, the broad chested brute. His blue eyes wanted to mask his pain but could not. Samuel approached DJ.“I have found your brother,” Samuel said. DJ looked at Samuel.“Be you lying to me?” DJ asked. Samuel vehemently shook his head. “My words are true,” Samuel said.“Where is he?” DJ asked.“I’m here, you dog faced troll,” Clay Stone said. DJ looked behind him and saw his brother standing there. DJ embraced his brother. “I thought those thieves had murdered you,” DJ said.“Their leader’s skull sits on my mantlepiece,” Clay declared. “Your finest mead,” Clay ordered “Why are you still here Samuel?” DJ asked. Samuel’s mousey features seemed to add to his squirrely essence. “Your girlfriend has been kidnapped!” Samuel told them. DJ looked at Samuel.He was looking for any kind of hint of deception. “Who took her?” DJ demanded. “Lord Darquay,” Samuel whispered. “That son of a bitch!” DJ remarked. Clay gulped his mead and slammed his mug on the counter. “I’ll have another trophy,” Clay said.“This fight is mine,” DJ stated. “Your fights are my fights,” Clay insisted. 1
By DJ Robbins9 months ago in Fiction
How to Write a Horror Script . Top Story - April 2025.
Hello dear reader. What scares an audience? A filmmaker could concentrate on phobias centralized to certain groups of people. That would be one route to go. A much more Advantageous route to go would be the purely and simply sake of universal fears i.e. death, loss of loved one. Every story ever told can be broken down into a beginning a middle and an end. In a horror story think of it in these terms opening tragedy evil attacks and is it over.
By DJ Robbins9 months ago in Geeks
The Bizarre Life of Edgar Strange
Chapter 1 The birds chirped outside. The sunlight poured into Edgar Strange’s bedroom window. The rest of Edgar’s bedroom was shrouded in darkness. The lid to Edgar’s wooden coffin popped open. The inside of the coffin was lined with pillows. Edgar’s father Mike knocked on his son’s bedroom door. ‘’Come in,’’ Edgar said. Mike opened the door and a bat flew towards his head. ‘’ Yikes,’’ Mike shrieked.‘’Edgar how many 'mes have I told you to keep that darn bat inside its cage,’’ Mike shrieked. “I’m sorry father,’’ Edgar spoke so+ly. Edgar whistled and the bat $ew into the bedroom. The bat perched on the index -nger and the middle -nger too. ‘’Marty now you know you aren’t supposed to be out of your cage,’’ Edgar scolded his bat. Edgar placed his bat inside its cage and Edgar closed the door behind the bird. ‘’Hurry up and get ready I am taking you to school today,’’ Mike said. ‘’Ok,’’ Edgar groaned. The clouds burst open and rain water poured out of them. The rain tapped against the windshield of Mike’s 1999 Ford pickup truck. The truck shone so brilliantly the car could have passed for maybe a 06 or maybe an 07 even. Mike pulled his truck out in the horseshoe where
By DJ Robbins9 months ago in Chapters
Red Envelopes
The warmth of the sand at my toes and the sunshine on my face put my mind at ease. The waves of the ocean rocked gently on the salted sea shore, every now and then, some sea weed or fragments of fossilized sea creatures washed up on shore. My wife lie beside me, clad in a white bikini and reading some trashy romance novel. I wrote trash myself. Horror junk, but I liked to think that my trash was be$er than the trash my wife read. Perhaps the two of us could be characters in some novel. I, a man of thirty &ve, pudgy white belly, wearing red swim trunks. My wife Anita’s abdominal muscles tensed as she periodically applied generous amounts of suntan oil to the muscles. I was deaf to the world, wearing my headphones and reading my own li$le horror novel and periodically I would scribble down some notes on my yellow legal pad. My wife was a Florida na*ve. I was a Midwestern boy. Ini*ally from Ohio. Before I moved to Florida, the only beaches I had ever seen was on the television. I was on a book tour promo*ng my &rst book when I met Anita. She had come to hear me speak at Walmart and from the moment I &rst saw her, I said there is nothing for me in Ohio and I did not even bother going home or packing. I learned she loved the beach, but had never owned beachfront property before. Bought a beachside house and we were married in a year. We had been married eight y ears. I had wri$en four books since then and had acquired a net worth of about sixty million dollars. A seagull landed next to me and snapped at me.
By DJ Robbins10 months ago in Fiction
Santa Tyrone
Santa Tyrone snuck in through the window and found Michelle Williamson watching a scary movie. He was wearing a Santa Claus costume and was clearly a black man, much like Michelle was a black woman in her early twenties. He cried out as he brandished a pocket knife. ''I'm the devil and I'm here to do the devil's work.''
By DJ Robbins10 months ago in Horror
