Oky doky. Will be looking for it.
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by Norstal » Tue Jul 31, 2012 1:06 am
Toronto Sun wrote:Best poster ever. ★★★★★
New York Times wrote:No one can beat him in debates. 5/5.
IGN wrote:Literally the best game I've ever played. 10/10
NSG Public wrote:What a fucking douchebag.
by Creative Vikings » Tue Jul 31, 2012 1:38 am
by Norstal » Tue Jul 31, 2012 7:06 am
Toronto Sun wrote:Best poster ever. ★★★★★
New York Times wrote:No one can beat him in debates. 5/5.
IGN wrote:Literally the best game I've ever played. 10/10
NSG Public wrote:What a fucking douchebag.
by Nationstatelandsville » Tue Jul 31, 2012 7:30 am
by Natair » Tue Jul 31, 2012 7:40 am
Stedicules wrote:Mine is a short one. I rarely surpass 1,000 words.
~~~
Her paper fangs
His long flowing robe danced around his legs in the dim moonlight. the floor he walked on was elegant hardwood and his bare feet made a distinctive sucking sound as he crept across it; he could hear the loud sounds of a grandfather clock's chimes echo through the house.
His wife slid onto the hardwood floor from behind a shadowed door and the man stepped back, frightened. "Dear Christ, Margaret, you could have sent me to the grave early!" he whispered excitedly. "I'm sorry, Declan, but you woke me up."
"You should really go back to bed, Marge. I've come down with something, I need some fresh air." he said to her, half-smiling.
"Alright, then. I'll see you in the morning." She passed by him, frowning. He heard the door slam.
He waited. The door opened again, "Do come back to bed soon!" she called, longingly. He began to walk, ignoring her. He pushed gently on an ornate oak door and walked into his magnificent kitchen. He hated it but his wife loved it.
His impressive arms pushed on another door and it swung open and unfolded a small, carpeted staircase for his feet to deftly glide across. Four steps down and then a door that opened into the awesome night that encompassed his large mansion. The night air was cool and his skin grew bumpy instantly.
"She’s dangerous..." said an echo.
"She’ll kill you..." chimed another.
"Be careful, she’ll..." a third voice now.
His mind trembled and in his agitation he scratched his head, pressed hard against his skull, as if to try and push out the sounds that invaded his thoughts. “No, stop, get out of my head. I won't hear it tonight.” he said to himself slowly. These voices were common during the night.
"Listen to me, Declan, listen to me..." the first echo pleaded.
He pressed his body against the balcony railing and gripped it angrily with noth hands, "No, shut up, shut up! She can't do that; she won't!" he groaned desperately. The voices echoed through his thoughts like a charged lightning bolt and he crumpled to the floor in pain, leaning against the balcony's edge.
"Yes she will..." the second voice said as Declan's vision started to fade.
/|/|
He woke up terrified, his sheets were wet from his sweat. "Oh my god..." He sputtered as he slid out of his bed. Declan held his wet clothes in disgust and started to undress, "That felt so real!" he said to himself, still shocked. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and walked into the closet, drowsily putting on a second pair of silk pajamas. Declan looked back at his large bed, searching for his beautiful wife who was supposed to be sleeping soundly beside him. But she wasn't there, he panicked for a moment.
The thoughts flooded his brain, and he rushed to the faucet on in his large Jacuzzi, turning it left and right. He put one foot in after the other, the intense heat burned his skin for a moment. "Ah, yes. Relaxation." he said thoughtfully. It was still dark outside the bathroom window and he soon fell asleep on the comfortable bench in his Jacuzzi.
He woke up with something covering his entire body, darkness overwhelming him immediately. He pushed and prodded the material but couldn't break it. The water temperature was turned on a higher degree. "Oh fuck, ow! Let me out!" he yelped in pain as his skin began to boil.
"I told you she'd kill you..." the third voice said. It sounded overjoyed that it was correct.
The voices came together and interrupted his struggle, shooting fiery pains through his head, like a migraine you can't rid of. Declan struggled harder under the sheet, trying to break free, while the voices in his head grew louder and more painful with every sentence,
"I told you she'd kill you..." they all said in unison.
"Stop it! Make the voices stop!" He shouted, on his knees in the water as the sheet was thrown off his head, letting him see the sun peaking the horizon through the glass window that casted a pinkish yellow sunbeam across the white tile floors. "It’s... So beautiful." he said as the light danced across his face and twinkled in his dying eyes.
Behind his wife was an evil man who crossed his arms around his wife's hips. They were both laughing together. "No! It can't be! they can't be right!" he wailed from the Jacuzzi, her low, tone was indifferent as she spoke to her husband: "I'm sorry honey, but they were." she grunted as she raised the sword high and let it fall heavily against the desperate, dying man's skull. splitting it in two.
~~~
And, just for the hell of it, I'll tack on an unfinished and untitled story that I've been unable to complete ;
~~~"And I lit that little shit on fire..." he said in such a matter-of-fact way that it petrified and stunned his dinner guests like ancient trees, or famous Greek statues.
"You... lit a little boy on fire, Greg?"
He nodded and took a sip of his pinot and examined a molding cheese slice, "Yup! Did it with Sterno. He was acting quite rude. I did it to teach him a lesson." the woman looked shocked and appalled by the man sitting across the fancy table from her.
"My god, that's just terrible Greg!" his friend said, standing up now.
"Yes, isn't it? Sterno isn't exactly cheap nowadays -- hey, what are you doing? Oh, Jorge, don't pick up that phone now, we're all friends here."
Greg stood up and dusted cheese and cracker crumbs off his fancy tuxedo and crossed the room, grabbing the wall mounted receiver and casually tearing it out and slamming it to the ground. His face was red, but slowly lightened up as he pawed his greasy blonde hair back behind his ears.
"Now then, if you'd do me the pleasure and return to your seat, Jorge, we can finish our pleasant dinner and conversation without further... interruption."
Jorge looked at his friend with horror and slowly made his way back to his seat, his eyes skittishly moving from person to person.
Greg returned to his seat and began to eat slowly and with a funny grin."I enjoy this," he said quietly to himself, "very much."
His friends looked at him and then at each other, their faces were stretched back and they all looked like they were about to vomit the branzino they were eating.
by Norstal » Tue Jul 31, 2012 8:21 am
Toronto Sun wrote:Best poster ever. ★★★★★
New York Times wrote:No one can beat him in debates. 5/5.
IGN wrote:Literally the best game I've ever played. 10/10
NSG Public wrote:What a fucking douchebag.
by Esternial » Tue Jul 31, 2012 9:23 am
by Natair » Tue Jul 31, 2012 9:28 am
by Page » Tue Jul 31, 2012 3:00 pm
Natair wrote:
I'll be entering a more supernatural-tragedy type story.
by Nationstatelandsville » Tue Jul 31, 2012 3:10 pm
Page wrote:Natair wrote:
I'll be entering a more supernatural-tragedy type story.
I've rest all but the most recent entries and most seem to be quite dark, including mine. I suppose that is just the zeitgeist of the time.
Pretty much all of my writing, whether it's stories poetry, focuses on why humans are the way they are, what motivates people and all that. And when it's prose it's always inevitably dark.
by Natair » Tue Jul 31, 2012 3:24 pm
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Page wrote:
I've rest all but the most recent entries and most seem to be quite dark, including mine. I suppose that is just the zeitgeist of the time.
Pretty much all of my writing, whether it's stories poetry, focuses on why humans are the way they are, what motivates people and all that. And when it's prose it's always inevitably dark.
I would actually call this a very hopeful time.
Dark is just more fun.
"Hey, you know you that guy you just spent 200 pages bonded with? His head is in a million pieces now. Also, your mother never loved you."
by Amon and Friends » Tue Jul 31, 2012 4:46 pm
by Natair » Tue Jul 31, 2012 4:50 pm
by Nazi Flower Power » Tue Jul 31, 2012 5:07 pm
Natair wrote:F*** F*** F*** F*** F***!!!!!
I REALLY need to get to work on this, don't I?
by Nationstatelandsville » Tue Jul 31, 2012 5:08 pm
by Nazi Flower Power » Tue Jul 31, 2012 5:09 pm
by Nationstatelandsville » Tue Jul 31, 2012 5:24 pm
by Natair » Tue Jul 31, 2012 5:27 pm
by Amon and Friends » Tue Jul 31, 2012 5:28 pm
by Natair » Tue Jul 31, 2012 5:32 pm
Amon and Friends wrote:Hey, I have a question.
I'm writing a short story about Team Fortress 2 and its characters. Would that be acceptable, or do I have to make up my own setting and characters?
by Amon and Friends » Tue Jul 31, 2012 5:33 pm
Natair wrote:Amon and Friends wrote:Hey, I have a question.
I'm writing a short story about Team Fortress 2 and its characters. Would that be acceptable, or do I have to make up my own setting and characters?
Writing Deadline July 30th (Subject to change)
6000 word limit
No fanfic, public domain characters are fine
Stay within the site's rules
Must be a new/original story (IE one not posted on another site before this)
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