Taking Candy From a Baby ... PART 12 of The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga

Taking Candy From A Baby ... PART 12 ... of The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga ...  written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

You really should pay attention when your baby cries ... if you don't understand why ... look around ... see what you don't see. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.








Walter Sebastian laughed his ass off.  That old girl ... Summer ... was a trip!  She thought he was just an old, senile man with a dog.  He scared her alright.  He knew she wouldn't be able to describe him to anyone.  He had made himself appear old.  He had been sitting ... thinking about different things. She always popped up in his thoughts ... she made him want to play with his polka dots.


He thought about the tax man.  He thought he'd made him disappear without a trace.  Walter Sebastian couldn't count the people who had come into his life ... he made disappear.  Oh, there were a few he let get away.  He always seemed to know when it would be okay too.  Sure enough ... the ones he let go never told anyone what happened.


Walter Sebastian sat in his chair on the front porch ... he was always in a pair of polka dot underwear ... he loved colors.  For one so vile, evil ... one would think he liked dark colors.  But no ... Walter Sebastian loved his colors.  He had at least twenty pairs of polka dot underwear ... all in wonderful colors.  Sometimes ... he loved to let others see his polka dots.


Walter Sebastian was damn bored again.  He never could stay ... not bored.  He always had to have action in his life ... things moving, screaming, struggling.  Excitement!  Walter Sebastian thrived on the pain of others ... he also, liked to end ... their pain.  It was simple as that.


I'm so damn bored.  He scratched his head ... looked around at the scenery around him.  He never saw its beauty ... the only beauty he saw was in hurting others ... and his beloved ... colored ... polka dot underwear.  His shirts, jeans never reflected his love for colors ... he kept his colors hidden.  Why? He didn't know and further more ... he never thought about it.  He didn't give a damn for nothing.


He saw a rabbit hopping along the edge of the yard.  He thought about throwing the broken brick laying near his chair at it.  He'd do it to watch it bleed ... thrash in agony.  He closed his eyes imagining how it would be ... he put his hand to his crotch.  Michael Sebastian played with himself until ... he wet his polka dots.


He grunted, groaned in ecstasy.  He moved his hips hard against his hand.  Harder, harder he pressed until ... the world was quiet again.  The roaring in his head subsided ... his hand relaxed.  Walter Sebastian closed his eyes ... went to sleep.  As he fell asleep he smiled his strange little smile ... damn!  That felt good!


Couldn't nobody play with himself like he could play with himself.  He was the best.  Colors!  That's why ... he loved his polka dotted underwear.  That's what he saw when he played with himself! Colors!


Walter Sebastian woke up ... walked to the edge of the porch ... pulled his Johnson out ... whizzed on wilted flowers below.  Flowers never had a chance ... they came back each year ... each day Walter Sebastian pissed on them.  He never saw them.


Walter Sebastian wanted to make someone cry today ... didn't matter who, what ... when.  He walked into the house to find his jeans and a shirt.  He pulled the polka dotted shorts away from his leg ... where they'd dried, stuck to it.


Walter Sebastian only bathed once a week if he felt he needed it.  Surprisingly ... he never stunk unless someone came close to him or ... he got bloody from a kill.  Walter Sebastian took a shower when that happened ... he couldn't just walk around with blood all over him.


He put his jeans, black shirt on ... walked out to his tax-paid pickup.  Walter Sebastian drove up the long lane to get to the highway.


Thirty minutes later found Walter Sebastian standing in line behind a young mother holding a baby. The baby looked over his mother's shoulder into Walter Sebastian's face.  His little mouth was puckered around a pacifier.  For some reason seeing that little mouth sucking on the pacifier pissed Walter Sebastian. Damn spoiled little fucker!


No one was looking when Walter Sebastian reached up ... pulled the pacifier from the baby's mouth. The baby's eyes went wide ... his little mouth formed into an O ... he began to scream bloody murder!


Walter Sebastian pocketed the pacifier ... stood quietly as the mother turned around ... held her baby out to see what was wrong.  She talked to the baby in a soothing, mother's voice.  The baby quit crying.  The mother held it close to her chest once again ... the baby looked over her shoulder.


Walter Sebastian began to grin his little strange smile ... he reached into his pocket ... pulled the pacifier out ... stuck it in ... his own mouth ... sucking on it.


The baby's eyes widened ... his mouth puckered up wanting his pacifier!  He reached his little, plump hand out for it ... whining, crying louder for his pacifier.


Walter Sebastian sucked it harder as if it was the best thing in the world ... then ... he pulled it out of his mouth and acted like he was giving it to the baby.  When the baby barely touched it with his little mouth ... Walter Sebastian pulled it back ... stuck it in his pocket as the baby began to scream again.


The mother turned her baby around ... her forehead in a crease ... wondering what was wrong with her baby.  She never noticed Walter Sebastian at all ... him smiling the whole time.


Finally ... Walter Sebastian was outside the store.  He saw the mother walking toward her car ... it was parked next to his tax-paid pickup.  The baby watched Walter Sebastian the whole time ... with his little hand stretched out for his pacifier.


Walter Sebastian pulled it out of his pocket ... held it out to the baby ... put it back into his pocket quickly.  The baby began screaming bloody murder again!  The mother talked to her baby as she put him into his safety seat ... never knowing what was wrong.


Walter Sebastian got into his pickup ... grinning his evil little grin.  That's how ... you took candy from a baby!  In this case ... he took the pacifier from that little, spoiled bastard.  Walter Sebastian hated babies.

Taxes Have Been Paid ... PART 11 of The Michael Sebastian Corbett Saga

' Taxes have been paid' by Camille Lunsford PART 11 ... The Michael Sebastian Corbett Saga

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Walter Sebastian was sitting on his front porch, smoking a Winston...doing nothing. A small gray truck came down the long, isolated driveway. Nobody ever visited him, most didn't even know the old white house was even there as it was so far off the main roads and not visible.


A medium built, young man got out of the truck. The truck had 'Dundee County Treasury' on the side of it. As the man approached the house, Walter took one last drag off his Winston, threw the butt in the yard. 'Who the hell are you?' scoffed Walter Sebastian, in his polka dot underwear. 'What do you want?'


The young man, taken aback by the rudeness...spoke up. 'My name is Steve, I'm with Dundee County Treasurers office. I'm just doing a tax assessment.' Walter, irritated, yelled back 'I paid my damn taxes already.'


Steve responded to Walter....'yes sir, but I have to do an assessment...we go door to door every so often, to see if you've built on, made improvements.' Walter...pissed at this point snapped. 'You god damn greedy bastards, always wanting more money! Can't you see I live like a damn heathen! '


Walter had lived in the house since he was small, never left home. He lived with his Mother until she... died. The house was falling into disrepair.


'Well, go ahead then, you nosey fucker, look around. You'll see I ain't got shit!'. Steve the tax assessor walked around... then he peeked inside a shed out back. Walter...stood at the little truck reached in and grabbed the keys that were left in the ignition. Steve reappeared from behind the house. 'Well, no improvements here. I'll be on my way.'


The man got in the truck, looked around for his keys. As he was bent over looking in the floorboard for his keys...Walter Sebastian came at him with an old board that was lying on the ground, slamming it into the guys head. ' What...what are you...' Bam. Walter nailed him with the board once more, blood spewing everywhere....the man was unconscious.


' That will teach you not to come on my property again....nosy, greedy bastards! ' laughed Walter with his polka dotted boxer underwear. Walter Sebastian went back to his plastic chair on the porch....smoked another cigarette. 'Damn, I wonder if I killed him? He's not waking up', Walter said, then smiled his strange creepy little smile. Walter walked over to the truck. 'I think he is dead.' Walter dragged the man out of his truck. He dragged him down behind the house.


' I'll bury him next to my mother, said Walter, as he dug a shallow grave, rolled the man over in it and covered him back up with dirt, leaves, and branches.


When he finished burying him...he paused to look where he had buried his mother....'sorry about your accident, mom.' Walter grinned...sick and non-remorseful. 'I told her to stay off those stairs...and she wouldn't listen.' Walter had pushed her to her death years ago....pushed her down the stairs.


Walter walked back up to the house...'shit, what the hell do I do with this truck?' Walter smiled his smile...' I would like a new truck'...'but its got this damn county shit painted on the door.'


Walter had an idea. He went to the shed...spray painted over the door with Dundee County Treasury on it. 'Now.... Let me get rid of these government license plates..'


Walter had some older license plates in the shed. He switched them out....peeled the stickers off the county truck plates and put them on his old plates. Then he got the registration, and all paperwork out of the truck, put it in the trash barrel to be burned.


'Untraceable' smiled Walter Sebastian. 'I have a new truck'....laughed Walter. 'And the best part is...I didn't even have to pay the fucking taxes'.!!!

Deep, Slow Breaths ... Part 10 of The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga

Deep, Slow Breaths ... written by Camille Lunsford ... Part 10 of The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Don't let a stranger near your oxygen tubing. Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Walter Sebastian was bored out of his mind. On the sofa he lay....polka dotted boxers, taking a long drag off his Winston. Reruns of Laverne and Shirley were on... "Stupid bitches, ain't a damn thing on TV' he growled.


A commercial came on, it was an advertisement for a local nursing home. One of the staff....looked familiar...strawberry blonde hair...' I know that little hussy from somewhere' he mumbled as he yawned and walked to his bedroom.



Walter woke up early the next day....his father's Shriner uniform hanging on the back of his door caught his eye... Walter Sebastian changed into the uniform, grabbed a book, and headed to Pinecrest Manor...the nursing home he had seen on TV with the familiar looking girl working there.


Walter walked in the front doors....he approached a staff member and said he was there to read to some patients, from the Shriner's Club. 'Oh, how nice! They would love that. ' replied the short, morbidly obese nurse.


Walter Sebastian scanned the lobby, an old lady in a wheelchair sat, her long, white braid pulled to one side. She had oxygen on, tubing in her nose and attached to a green oxygen tank. There was loud piano music playing...so he decided to take the woman to her room. 'It should be quiet there, so I can read to you better,' said Walter.


'Here's my room' she told him. The name plate on the door read 'Lottie Mann'. He wheeled her into the room and partially closed the door, ' that should help drown out that goddamn piano music' Walter Sebastian smiled to himself, then chuckled.


'Tell me, Lottie...do you like it here?' asked Walter...distracting the woman as he disconnected her oxygen tubing from the green tank behind her wheelchair. 'Well, the food is not good'....she told him, and ' I never get help to the bathroom.'


Walter looked at her, and laughed. 'Do you think this is the fucking Hilton? You can't have your cake and eat it too!' The old woman gasped in shock at what she had heard...grabbed her chest. She reached for her call bell...as Walter slung it under the bed. 'Can't bree...I can't breathe...'


Walter smiled his devilish smile, 'well, you're on damn oxygen. What the hell more do you want...' Lottie's lips were turning blue. She gasped...but no words would come. 'Take deep, slow breaths...' Walter told the old woman, smiling that strange smile the whole time. She sat, clutching her chest, throat, in obvious distress.


Walter got up to leave. He glanced back...'remember, deep breaths', he said as he left.


2 days later....Walter got up, walked the long walk down to his paper box at the end of his driveway. He lit a Winston.....checked the obituaries....' well, I'm not in here,' he smiled that sick little grin. Then he saw Lottie Mann's obituary. She had died the afternoon he visited her, disconnected her oxygen. It read that she died of Emphysema.


'Them damn cigarettes will kill ya' he laughed, as he lit another Winston.

Never Talk To Strangers ... Part 9 of The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga

'Never Talk To Strangers' by Camille Lunsford   ... Part 9 of The Walter Sebastion Corbett Saga

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

'Yep...never talk to strangers' ... By Camille Lunsford.

Walter Sebastian was headed to the convenience market just down the road.



' Damn! Out of Winstons! Can't have that!' he said as he gathered his little dog, Mischief, in his arms and headed for his 1988 Caprice Classic.



Once at the store, he went inside, smiled that devilish grin, and got his Winstons. 'Ah, what the hell, ' he grumbled. 'I feel like celebrating today!'. Walter Sebastian walked to the back of the store and got a 6 pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon.



After he paid, he walked outside the store, stood and smoked a cigarette, watching people.



A red, dented Mustang pulled up to the gas pump. A beautiful, strawberry blonde girl got out.



"Damn. What a cutie!" said Walter to himself.



Just as she went inside to pay, Walter got an idea.



"Come on, Mischief, 'as he pulled the matted little Shih Zu out of his car.



Dog in hand, as a lure, and with a frail, sickeningly sweet smile, he approached the strawberry blonde.



'Excuse me, Miss' he said to the girl, who looked startled and puzzled.



'Do you think you could help me and snap a picture of me and my little dog?' he asked.



'I have trouble with this new fangled phone' Walter chuckled....as he feigned ignorance.



'Ok...sure', said the strawberry blonde with a high ponytail, and cut-off blue jeans.



'Here, let me show you which button you push, I think it's right here', Walter came behind the girl to assist her in using his phone.



She could feel his horrid breath on her neck. He reeked of Winstons.



'Now, open your passenger door, don't run or scream, or I will kill you. Understand?'



The girl shakingly opened her passenger door and Walter Sebastian and Mischief climbed in.
'Get in your side and shut the door!!'  The girl got in.



'Take me to Walmart' shouted Walter.  The girl, shaken and distraught, proceeded to drive him to Wal-Mart.

'What's your name, Miss?'  ' Uh....Summer, said the girl.



'How pretty. Tell me, do I look sexy in my polka dotted underwear?' Walter asked as he unzipped his pants to show her.



Summer fell silent. 'Say I look sexy!'



'You.....look sex...y...' the girl said, shaking as she pulled into Wal-Mart. Walter smiled. 'That's better' he said.



'Well, are you going in?" she asked.



' Damn. I forgot my shopping list! Oh well, I come here all the time. ' Walter smiled that creepy smile.



'Say, you hungry?' he asked Summer. I have an apple. You like apples?'  ' They are Ok,' she said.
' The seeds are the best part, ' said Walter, laughing to himself, as the girl looked confused.



'Take me back to my car!' shouted Walter Sebastian to the girl.



They arrived at the convenience store. As Walter got out Mustang, he looked at the frightened girl. 'You know, you really shouldn't talk to strangers. Lot of weirdos out there. Maybe we could...uh...have dinner sometime, Summer?'



Frozen in fear, Summer didn't say a word.



Walter Sebastian laughed as he shut her car door.



'Yep...never talk to strangers' he laughed to himself as he walked to his car.

Fat As A Tick! Part 8... of The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga

Fat As A Tick!          Part 8 ... The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga ...  written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

If you recognize someone truly evil ... don't let them know it ... bad things could happen. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Walter Sebastian was just pure damn bored.  I've got to think of something fun to do he thought.  What? When ... where?

The light bulb went off in his head ... the park!  There were always lots of people in the park ... doing all kinds of things.

Surely to goodness, he could find one little person to have fun with.  He was going to drive to the park ... stroll ... sit ... observe.  He knew what he'd like to do ... time would tell.

You see ... Walter Sebastian loved to lurk around crowds of people ... he was like a wolf traveling the perimeter ... ready to pounce on a victim.  No one ever saw him ... no one ever knew Walter Sebastian was around.

How can you see someone who blends in with his surroundings?  How can you see someone who is neither ugly or pretty?  Our eyes are drawn toward beauty ... if it's ugly ... our eyes are drawn to the ugly.  Whoever looks at the ... in between?

Walter Sebastian was God ... he could do anything he wanted to.  As a young boy, he learned he had such power in his hands.  One could ask his childhood friend ... if he were still living.  Damn if he didn't take care of his ass.

No one ever suspected little Walter Sebastian.  That was the day he realized if he wanted to have excitement in his life ... he would have to take matters into his own hands.

Not only that ... take the ones out who could 'see him for what he was'.  Believe it or not ... some people instantly recognized how evil Walter Sebastian was ... he always knew when they did ... it was always in their eyes.  They never lived to tell what they saw ... Walter Sebastian took their asses out.  Damn the bastards and their mamas too!

Walter Sebastian sat on the bench at the park.  He wore his black sunglasses and a straw hat.  He sat watching everything that moved ... while a strange little smile played on his lips.

Nearby an old man sat in a wheelchair.  He had a quilt over his legs.  Colors of blue, green, red, white, purple stood out ... it was a pretty quilt ... cheerful too.

Walter Sebastian noticed a foley bag on the side of the wheelchair.  It was almost full of piss.  Walter Sebastian kept looking away to study people walking by ... is that the one?  His eyes kept coming back to the man sitting in the wheelchair ... the foley bag.

Without realizing it ... Walter Sebastian got up from the bench.  He walked over to the man in the wheelchair.  The man was napping.  Walter Sebastian looked around ... he didn't see anyone around.  He unlocked the wheelchair ... pushed it on the paved lane that traveled throughout the park.

Soon he saw an opening in the shrubbery ... he pushed the old man through.  He saw they were on a path that animals probably made.  He waited for the old man to wake up ... he slept soundly.

Walter Sebastian came to a clearing ... he parked the wheelchair.  He sat on the tree stump close by ... the old man never woke but ... his piss bag was full by now.  Walter Sebastian watched ... waited.  He wanted to see what would happen.  He'd never thought of a foley bag before ... he was curious to see ... he was grinning as he imagined it blowing to hell with the man with it.  Pissing in the wind!  Walter Sebastian had a sick sense of humor.

The foley bag began to swell.  Damn ... didn't the man feel anything?  The old man slept never feeling the pressure it had to have put on his penis.  Walter Sebastian walked over to the old man ... pulled the quilt back ... the man was in a hospital gown. That made it easy to just pull it up and look.

The bag kept swelling ... the tubing began to swell.  Walter Sebastian knew something had to give!  He began grinning ... waiting to see what would happen.

The old man began to move in his chair.  He was mumbling something about it hurt ... it really hurt!  Walter Sebastian grinned ... this was more like it!  He loved action ... pain made good action.

The foley bag was swollen as fat as a tick ... Walter Sebastian knew it was a matter of time before something happened.  He imagined it busting wide open ... drowning the old man in his own piss.

The tubing popped out of the old man's penis.  Piss was spraying everywhere ... including on Walter Sebastian.  Damn if that didn't make Walter Sebastian some kind of pissed off  ... the saying someone told him once went through his mind ... 'it's better to be pissed off than pissed on!'

Walter Sebastian was angry as hell ... son of a bitch!  The bastard pissed all over my ass!  What made it worse was ... the old man never apologized.  Didn't matter that the old man didn't know anything much less his name.  He didn't even know he was in the world.

Walter Sebastian stood there no longer grinning ... oh no ... Walter Sebastian felt the flames of hell shoot through him.  Somebody was going to have a bad day!  His eyes glowed red as hell's fires ...

He jerked the old man up from his chair ... threw him back into the wheelchair.  The piss smelled bad ... Walter Sebastian almost vomited.  Then ... he vomited all over the man.  Walter Sebastian grinned ... this was fun!  He'd never done this before.

Mr. Worthington!  Mr. Worthington, where are you?  Walter Sebastian heard someone calling for the old man.  The old man tried to answer ... couldn't.  Walter Sebastian had cut the tubing from the foley bag ... made the hole big enough... to stretch over the old man's face.  He grinned as the old man took his last breath.

The excitement wasn't as much drama as he had hoped but ... it was still good.  Not that he was going to do it ... but he bet it'd been more fun if he'd duct-taped the tubing to the old man's penis.

It couldn't have popped out then.  As Walter Sebastian walked off ... he chuckled to himself ... it was amazing ... that foley bag looked like a fat tick ... before it popped!

SEE RED ... Part 7 of The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga

See Red ...    Part 7 ... in The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga
Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Live each day ... put excitement in your life but ... don't be like Walter Sebastian Corbett. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Walter Sebastian enjoyed his life ... it was full of excitement.  Of course, he had to help himself have fun.  That's what life was all about ... right?



Walter Sebastian was bored ... and when he got bored there wasn't any telling what would happen next.  Damn, he had such fun at the beach several weeks ago.  His favorite color was red ... he got to see it ... everywhere!  Liquid red ... thinking about it made him begin to crave to see it again.



He laid back on his couch ... put his legs up on the back of it.  He scratched his balls in deep thought. What could he do to generate some excitement ... see red?  His eyes glazed over at the pleasure he felt touching himself ... and seeing the red water brought about by the sharks at the beach.



Walter Sebastian played with himself as he thought ... soon he felt such wonderful relief.  He fell asleep while seeing red ... thoughts of what he was going to do to make fun things happen.



Several hours later Walter Sebastian woke up feeling refreshed ... hungry.  He went to the bathroom and pissed up a storm.  He liked to see how far he could piss ... he stood back several feet to pee.  Didn't matter if it wet the floor ... commode ... what mattered was he could step back farther to piss.  He had a strong pisser.



Walter Sebastian walked out of the bathroom without washing his hands.  The thought never entered his mind that he had germs on his hands.  Damn ... he was hungry!



He walked into the kitchen ... stood with his hands on both hips.  What do I want to eat?  His mind went to the container in the refrigerator ... in the container was one of his favorite foods.  There was even some red in the liquid it all sat in ...



Walter Sebastian opened the refrigerator door never seeing the wilted lettuce, moldy cheese ... dead roaches ...dead flies ...  he did see the large, plastic container with ... red liquid in it.



He took the cold container out ... set it on the countertop.  He went back for 4 eggs, scrambled them ... opened the container and took a large spoon ... dipped out some of its contents.  Damn!  This was going to be good.  Saliva dripped down one side of his mouth.



He let the big, slotted spoon drip for a minute ... put the contents of the spoon into his eggs.  He whipped all up ... poured into a hot frying pan.  There was nothing like good old brains and eggs! Nothing!



When the brains and eggs were cooked ... Walter Sebastian put them in a paper plate.  He picked up his fork ... his hand shook as memories came flooding back ... when he got his brains ... to eat with his eggs.



Screams sounded in his mind ... blood-red curdling screams.  Eyes wide open with pure fear ... snot pouring from a nose!  This was good for his appetite ... it made the atmosphere for eating brains and eggs good!  He closed his eyes to eat, savor ... all the while he watched his memories in his mind ... he was at a movie in his mind.  He was the star!

I Have To Tell Everyone ... Skip Worries About Me!

Photo of Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ... June 2017

I write to tell my characters' stories ... I don't put words in their mouths ... I write real. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

I HAVE TO TELL Everyone ... Skip worries about the words used in my stories ... I told him my characters are like that ... it's not me!

I don't talk like that ... but when I write I have to write what I see in my mind and what ... I see, hear, sense ... as I tell the story. Their life is like that ... and I know when my characters are very scary, demented, crazy people ... they sure aren't going to act ... lily-white. They aren't worried what others think.

Don't judge me by what my characters say/do ... if you do ... then that's just an excuse not to like me ... that's something you would have to cope with. It doesn't bother me. Any writer I know ... goes on to write their stories not caring what someone thinks.

I told Skip when I write ... not to hear the words used ... 'feel, see' the story in his mind ... that's what story-telling is all about ... not sitting, judging every word used. They are stepping stones to get the imagination working so, the readers can see the story ... forget they are reading.

But ... if anyone reads and sits thinking about 'the words Gloria uses to write her stories' ... that's all the reader will get out of it. Relax ... enjoy ... let me tell you a believable story with ... real people ... real words. After all ... that's ... real life.

Think about ... the things ... you do ... in your private life ... you know what I mean. :) <3 Life goes on ... there are sadly some very sick people in this world ... just like my characters. Don't judge my words when I tell their stories ... it would be best to always be alert around you ... pay attention to those people you ... never see ... :) 

Gloria Faye Brown Bates The strange thing is I care ... that's why ... I bother to reassure my readers I'm not a foul-mouthed heathen :)

Maybe ... It Was Something She Ate ... Part 6 of the Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga

Written by Camille Lunsford ...

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Walter flipped through the channels, in his underwear.....still smiling from the news he had just heard.

On another channel, he heard the same story.... authorities are still trying to determine just what happened to 16-year-old Kaylee Ryan. The girl had no known health problems, and her parents have stated they are....unsure if they want an autopsy.'

'Hmm, maybe it was something she ate, ' Walter Sebastian laughed out loud to himself.

Schoolmates used to refer to Walter Sebastian as 'Walter, the bastard.' In fact, his mother whored around so much, maybe....he really was...a bastard. He didn't look like any of his siblings, and he certainly was different.

Walter, having been rejected all his life, knew he had to make his mark on this world before he left it. Walter Sebastian fell asleep, smiling, on the sofa.

Words of wisdom from Camille: 'beware of smiling men, especially if he wants to cook for you'...

Words of wisdom from Camille:

'beware of smiling men, especially if he wants to cook for you'...

Bikinis ... Pink, Yellow Polka Dot Underwear Part 5 of Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga

Bikinis ...Pink, Yellow Polka Dot Underwear .... written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee............ Part 5 in the Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga.

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

You never know who is wearing pink and yellow polka dotted underwear ... if you never notice them. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

The man finished up at the Shriner's bake sale. He couldn't wait to watch the evening news ... see the newspaper tomorrow. It was going to be interesting.

He drove home in deep thought. He loved how he could make his life interesting. Amazing how nobody thought about the power they held in their hands. In his whole life he'd never give out of things to do ... to make life exciting.

He walked into the house, unwrapped the last brownie ... grinned, popped it into his mouth. He never thought twice if his brownie held poison from the apple seeds.

He had wrapped this brownie ... left it on the countertop to eat when he came home. Damn, it was a good brownie. He didn't mind saying so himself.

He couldn't wait to hear what the girls thought about his brownies ... that is ... if one of them could think now. The exciting thought in his mind was ... did she ... or ... didn't she get the poisoned brownie?

Walter Sebastian Corbett ... laid back on his bed ... smiling. He always smiled that strange little grin. It was like his name ... everyone always called him ... Walter Sebastian ... not Walter ... not Sebastian.

Walter Sebastian closed his eyes for a little nap. He'd wake up about the time the news came on. He turned the volume down on the tv. He was one of those people who kept the tv on 24 hours a day.

Two hours later Walter Sebastian woke up to the news. It seemed he woke up just in time. The reporter was telling about a girl who died at Walmart this morning. She and her two friends were shopping when she fell to the floor. No one knew what happened to her.

The reporter interviewed one of the girl's friends. Her name was Marcia Dunston. "Oh no ... she wasn't sick at all ... she felt excited about going to the beach tomorrow!" "We were going shopping for our bikinis!"

Walter Sebastian grinned ... bikinis! Who is going to wear a bikini now? Snotty-ass girls who thought they were better than anyone. Bitches!

Time to decide what to have for supper. Walter Sebastian walked to the kitchen in his polka dot underwear. He looked damn-ridiculous in pink and yellow polka dot underwear. Didn't matter ... no one ever noticed Walter Sebastian.

To be continued ...