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Here be another one. This time it's a mind-numbingly stupid story that for whatever reason, everybody seems to like.http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...
oh, is that the one about the lion? I think u posted it on Writer's Who Are Children. I loved it! It was very entertaining.
Ragnarok Skye wrote: "oh, is that the one about the lion? I think u posted it on Writer's Who Are Children. I loved it! It was very entertaining."Yeah, that's the one about the lion. Had no idea I posted that on Writer's Who Are Children. Oh well, glad you guys enjoyed it.
Interesting is a good word for it.Next up is my little essay 'Notes on a Power Outage', one that I am personally very proud of.
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...
Very interesting. Have you read the book yet?
Janeen-san wrote: "Very interesting. Have you read the book yet?"Actually yes I have. It was 'The Postman Always Rings Twice' and it was awesome. Took me longer than it should have to finish it though.
Me, not on the front page? Well this simply won't do. This here is one of my favorite stories of mine. 'The Adventures of Guy Pete On a Friday Night'.http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...
My junk so far. The tenses are a bit funny, but that, along with the rest of the story, will be finished tomorrow.It’s silent. I walk through the room, glancing at the surroundings through the dark. A large mechanic arm holds itself up over a conveyor belt. A metal box sits next to me, a small door open for the belt. Moving toward the box, I begin to glance into the box and freeze. The sound of breathing, panting, the sound of a tired man. I stand still, gun raised to my side, and wait for the noise to move. As I do, I stare at the white outline lying in front of me.
The body was distorted to a point where it no longer looked human. The skull was caved in, with the blood forming a perfect circle around her head. Her arms were both twisted and snapped into impossible shapes. The left standing up and forming a triangle, a bone jetting out from the elbow, the right broken down and reaching to her knees, twisting like a snake. Both legs suffered the same treatment, with each flung into a different, unnatural, position. The most striking feature however, and the thing that I will never be able to forget, is the light. At 8:08, the sun rose and a column of light burst through the door. It made its way through the entire room, blinding all of us for a moment, and encased the girl in a brilliant display of blood and shadows.
A faint halo can be seen around the outlines head, the stain of blood left behind from the body. I realize that the panting has stopped. I look into the box, and see arms dangling from above. Hundreds of arms. They are all the same, belonging to the same body. I can hear the well-dressed man talking to me in the office.
“I’m just shocked that this could have happened. This town has never had a murder before. Not a one. Heck, I don’t even think there has been even any assault. At least reported that is. It just doesn’t seem real to me.”
I waited patiently for the man to finish his rant before questioning him. It was expected that he’d go on about the improbability of it, everybody does. Guilty or not.
“And then in my factory no less. Do you realize how bad this is for business? We already have enough trouble getting along in this world, and a murder certainly doesn’t help. How am I going to explain this to the higher-ups?”
The man paused, only to take a drink from a cup sitting on his desk. The side of it read ‘Everything has its beauty but not everybody sees it’. It was a quote from Confucius. As he began to put the cup down, I took my chance and began to talk.
“I realize that this can’t be good for business sir—“
“Darn right it’s not! I can’t deal with this I tell you.”
I smiled as he interrupted me. He shifted in his chair as if he was going to say something else, but he did not.
It's been nearly an entire day without an update from me. I don't know how you guys survive. This next one here is a candid look at my writing from last year. I'm constantly amazed at how much I've improved in just a year, and this story is a good (and hilariously weird) example.http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/5...
That was good and a little creepy. Why did she kill him?
Uh...bizarre religious beliefs. Sacrifices and all that. I think.
Nah. It was written as a joke way back when. I may consider rewriting it sometime, but no added content.
How many times do I have to tell you guys that I should never be off the front page. Jeez.I finished the story that contains that little except seen above. You know, the one about the mangled lady.
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/5...
Let's start things off with my short tale known by the name of 'Antoine'.
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...