Creature’s Comments (group member since Dec 23, 2009)

Creature’s comments from the If Only... group.

That'll do it every time. Zombies are one of those monsters that really kinda creep me out.
Pleasant Screams!!!
John (aka, the "Creature")
P.S. I wrote a zombie x-mas story entitled "Santa Claus Vs. the Zombies."

The Dog or the fleas, Hmm! Decisions, decisions. Just kidding. I know what I'll write about.
Sounds like fun!!!
Have a Great Day!!!
John (aka, the "Creature")

Jason just looked at the man and said nothing. The guy looked a little awkward but he didn't give it a second thought.
From the shadows of a nearby alley a man overdressed in a trechcoat and wearing an old fedora watched the two. His name is Louiss and he is a dimensional hopping time traveller. He to noticed the man seemed to be disguising something. He would try to stay unnoticed even though it was full daylight. If this guy was involved in something, Louiss was going to be in on it.

If only dreams were real. That is an interesting statement. I think they are real in a way. It's an extension of yourself, many times in another, more fantastical, world.

I had a dream not long ago where I was visiting some small town in Wales. It was during the night when I heard what I thought was a muffled cry for help. I was already in bed but I couldn't ignore the cry, especially after I heard the sound of a garbage can being overturned. I got up, threw on a coat (yes it was a bit chilly that evening) and quietly went to the door. The screams were more muffled now but still evident.
I opened the door and peered into the semi-darkness. At the edge of a streetlights glow I saw what looked like two people struggling, one on top of the other. My gut reaction told me this was not a rape in progress, it was an attack. I entered the scuffle with no regard for my own safety. Grabbing at the arms of the attacker, I pulled him back, kicking him hard in the leg, knocking him off balance. He went down like a ton of bricks and turned to look at me. It was then I noticed the attacker was not human. It's face was both human and animal at the same time and it's legs had a strange backward curve to them. It snarled at me and at first I was frightened but quickly regained my resolve and kicked the creature in the leg again. It howled like a banshee,a blood curdling noise that chilled me to the core. The sound sent the victim of the attack, a beautiful dark haired girl probably in her mid twenties, scrambling out of the way.
The thing jumped to it's feet and began cackling like a hyena. It was only then that I stood face-to-face with a creature of legend...Spring-Heeled Jack.
Though frightened beyond belief I did the only thing I could think of without turning my back on this monstrous legendary creature; I kicked the lid of the overturned garbage can. The metal lid made a ton of noise as it skated along the surface of the road. Spring-Heeled Jack wheeled, quickly bounding away on his powerful, inverted, legs.
I stood there dumbfounded for a long moment until something touched me on the arm. I jumped but it was only the girl who, luckily, was none the worse for wear. She smiled, thanked me, and gave me a hug. We turned and I walked her safely home. By the time I got back to where I was staying I was pretty cold. Sleep came easily as I snuggled down once again inside my warm blankets.

So, yeah, I think dreams are as real as "The Real Life!!!" Besides, now I can go around telling everybody how I kicked Spring-Heeled Jack's butt...and it would all be a true story.
Have a Great Day!!!

Ah, Lassie, If only we weren't caught in this blasted tempest. Alas we be lookin' for yer island.

Actually that brings up a good point. Many writers have a reading group that actually get to look over what they've done and critgique it and offer suggestions long before an editor touches it. I have a small group that does the same for me. Whether the suggestions and changes are used or not is strictly up to the writer. Quite often when we nurture a story along we become "too close" to the project to see it's faults. That's where the reading group comes in. in return these people are usually given high accolades on the acknowledgements page.

Ahoy me Buckos, alas I do believe the tempest, she be breakin' up. AAAARRRRGGGG!!!!
Have a Great Day!!!
John (aka, the "Creature")

Ah, Lassie, you have my crew and I at a disadvantage for ye can ride the winds on a steed most noble whereas us scurvy dogs must ride the tides on wind most foul. Shiver me timbers!!!

Writing what you know is definitely a plus because you can draw upon lots of imbedded knowledge. But (there's always a but, right???) writing about what you are passionate about can be most exciting indeed. And...as I have previously mentioned, being a good reader makes one a much better writer. There are certain formulas that, once learned make the process of writing much easier. So many people look for that magic wand that releases the muse but all the writers books and nelp guides cannot take the place of sitting down and...writing!!!
You see I look at writing as more of a discipline than a craft. Everyone has a story inside them and while it's true that one needs to learn the craft, there is a certain amount of discipline involved. One of the most difficult things about writing is also the easiest to cure and that is putting words to paper. Just ataring at that blank piece of paper or blank screen can be frightening. with discipline one just begins to write, filling that blank page and becoming one with the story. Soon those blank pages fill up and before you know it a story, or even a book, is created. Good times all the way around!!!


Now batton down the hatches lads while we weather the tempest. Aye, we'll emerge victorious against the sea i promise ye!!!

If only it wasn't too late Lassie (again not the canine star). We're hundreds of miles out of port. Now raise them sails, we be riding with the wind. AAARRRGGG!!!

English Springer Spaniel
the letter is "S" and is on the crew of the USS Enterprise.

Sand.
The letter is "G" and you make it with sand!!!

Microscopic pieces of crushed...Nachos.
the letter is "T" and come from Norway!!!

If only people who lived in glass houses didn't throw stones. Then we'd all say...right back at ya' and totally destroy their crystal towers.
If only...

If only ye had realized..."It's not our ship that stinks,,,It's THEIRS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Aye, me lads, we lose more good Dragons that way. Have that be a lesson to ye. But fret ye not oh treacherous ones, the whole lotta' ya. For I , Captain Cordray of the SS Pestilence, had switched manuscripts with yonder Dragonrider so foul. I feared treachery was afoot. we have the stories. Now off with the lot of ye and make way world. We be tellin'a tale or to so fowl...to make we skin crawl.
To the printers. Mister Scott, if ye be hearin' me...Beam me up, Scotty!!! AAAARRRGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If only I couldn't smell ye comin' a mile away. Take us down wind Mr. Taylor!!!
And Lads, remember we have a Dragon aboard whose tails will make us all filthy rich. the whole stinkin' lot of you!!!

Yer right, things could go very BA-A-A-A-D for us indeed!!!

Aries, God of War.
The letter is "O" and is from Norway.

Aye, we have full sail and be heading for the land of sheep!!!

Nuggets (as in chicken).
The Letter is "P" and is a food.

Thomas Payne (I won't finish the rest)
The letter is "B" and it is supplied through the generocity of a real swine!!!

If only ye would hop on board and teach us scurvy dogs the finer points of Dragon Riding. Aye, lassie (again not the other one of tv fame) ye could write a book then we could collect all yer treasure!!!

Grass Ice Cream!!!