In which things get scary, and Pierrot suffers picturesquely.
New stuff on my dad and my feelings... hell, if I can't deal with it, I write it. So shut up and read. (Warning, foul language)
I wrote this story a couple weeks ago while drawing a really bizarre picture on my computer. I was about half way done with the drawing when a few lines just 'popped' into my head. I thought they were pretty cool, so I opened up a new word document and started typing. The last few lines were actually written several days after I 'finished'. I brought it to a writers' club thing I'm in so it would be published in the newsletter, and one of my friends there said that this was rather disturbing. I don't know. I normally don't write poems, in fact, this is only the second one I have ever written that I really like. I'm going to post the first one soon, which has received very good criticism. Anyways, PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT!! And enjoy this...morbid poem!!
This... well, this scares me. I have no idea what it's about, but the fact that I wrote it creeps me out. I got the idea for this at roughly twelve o'clock at night, and it's been insisting I write it down for a day now.
i was very much awake when i wrote this in the middle of the night. i'm not sure where the idea came from, except that lately i have been wondering what human reactions are to extreme events. i hope to do several short pieces to illustrate my ideas.
'A broad dirt highway curves through the forest. A cloaked figure stands beside the path, listening. After a few moments, the figure turns back towards the trees and gestures to someone--or something--in the shadows.'
There was a mysterious castle that appeared out of nothingness, on a hidden path no one had ever seen before. Would you travel it?
This has nothing to do with Annie Harrington. I wrote this a while ago, and the name was perfect. This story is a prime example of how a person's fear can overcome their sanity... and the universal consequences. This is also a spin off of Ripple, including Chaos, Order and Sandman. This story is dedicated to those who feel trapped in their own fear of everyday things and the monsters hiding in the dark recesses of their own minds... this is mine.
This is a test writing for one of the books in my series. It comes from book seven, 'The Ghosts of Nahor'. It was done for a creative writing class, and was done completely to convey mood.
A litle horor story i wrote, i dont think this story had any emotional significance, maybe trapped furstration? but i dont remember that much. It's more of an "Imagine this" situation, basically what if you die and wake up to your own dissecion with a little twist. Enjoy.
A weird little bit of a story I wrote a year or two ago. I'm not sure if it was meant to be the beginning of an actual longer story or what. I'm not sure if I'll ever continue it (I'm not sure what else should happen), but it does end without an explanation so maybe there should be more.... I'm not sure how I thought of it or why. It's mostly completely random.
This is a poem I wrote for a contest, it is basically about some sort of creature. I was inspired by a drawing I saw in the gallery on elfwood, I'll name the picture as soon as I can find it again
This is the raggedy unfinished end, which I thought I'd put in for criticism. A new character is about to appear, but I ground to a halt in a fit of embarrassment just before introducing her. Any tips on how to make this bit better? There's too much linking narration, but I'm not sure what to do about it...
I love this story. What a strange thing. Uhm.. yeah. Help me out on this, it takes place in the future, but should it have futuristic references like dates in it? Or should it just be abstract?
This is a poem I came up with in about ten minutes for an English Lit class, and I thought would work really well here.