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Morrow den wrote:So how does this work do we post it on here or what?
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by Respubliko de Libereco » Fri Jun 13, 2014 1:25 pm
Blasveck wrote:I'm in. I doubt I can write as much as 6000 words in less than a month, but we'll see where it goes.
by Nazi Flower Power » Fri Jun 13, 2014 1:27 pm
Blasveck wrote:I'm in. I doubt I can write as much as 6000 words in less than a month, but we'll see where it goes.
by Helsary » Sat Jun 14, 2014 11:46 am
by The New World Oceania » Sat Jun 14, 2014 3:40 pm
Helsary wrote:Here is mineAlex rose up from his chair and looked around the room.A sudden surge of rage struck his being,and he punched the wall as hard as he could,leaving a bloody mark on it.
Alex was a talented young artist.Out of all forms of art he enjoyed music the most.He even had his own band.He formed it one year ago out of boredom,but ended up with a couple dozen fans from his ''boredom's creation''.He also enjoyed writing and painting/drawing.
He then dropped to the floor,suddenly realizing that his fist is bleeding,and crawled to the corner of his dark room and started crying.He didn't really cry in the proper sense of the word.He had lost even the power to cry.He sobbed a couple of minutes,after which he got up and proceeded towards his desk again.Starting his favorite music playlist,consisting mostly of DSBM music(Depressive/Suicidal Black Metal),and then jumped on his bed.Wiping the small tears that have formed on his face,he grabbed his cellphone and started reading old text messages with random people...That was until he reached the conversations he had with his former girlfriend...
He just couldn't read any of them anymore.No matter how much he tried,he ended up looking away in self-disgust.She was the only person that he thought could trust with anything.Rolling his sleeve up and grabbing the razor sitting under the bed,he started doing what he did best:hurting himself.His arm was already pretty full of cuts,old and fresh,deep and superficial.The most notable one was the one he had done 5 months ago,immediately after the breakup.It was an old cut that will surely leave marks.He remembered he had cut it until he touched the bone with the blade and had to go to the E.R. .
Suddenly a knock on the door from his room brought him back from his dream-like state.He quickly rolled his sleeve back to cover the wounds and hid the razor back under the bed.
''Yeah?''He asked
The door opened as one of his ''friends'' entered the room.He had really no friends in the true sense of the word,although he had some acquaintances he uses,or used,to go out with.
''Pff,what's with that shit noise?Turn it off.''said Andrew,pointing towards the large speakers sitting on the desk.
Alex proceeded to turn the volume down completely,after which Andrew started talking again.
''You know,let's go out of here and do something.Randy's coming too.Maybe drink some beer or eat a pizza over at Luigi's Restaurant?''Andrew asked.
''Too tired...Maybe tomorrow.''responded Alex,dropping himself back on his bed.
''Whatever,freak...Only reason we keep you around is because we need someone to make fun of...Guess we can find another guy for today...Rest in peace,weirdo...''said Andrew as he slammed the door shut and left the house.
After a couple hours of having a disturbing sleep,due to nightmares,Alex woke up and got back at his desk,starting the playlist over again.He had homework,sure,his high school required that he do them or face detention.After all,in your 3rd year of high school,everyone does things at home too,right?Well,not everyone.Alex just continued listening to his music,telling himself he will start doing them ''later'',which of course,as always,meant tomorrow in classroom or during detention,which he faced every week.
Another knock on the door,but this time a response wasn't needed.It was Mike,Alex's father.
''You done your homework yet?How about the garbage?Do you ever study?You cut yourself again,you schizophrenic maniac?You want people to think you're murdered and you turn that music so loud?Will you EVER get a part-time job to actually help this family with something?''
More and more insulting and sarcastic questions were being addressed to Alex one after another,not even giving him time to answer any single one.He just faced his father,rage boiling in him.He just nodded in anger until his father was done yelling and left the room.Alex took off his glasses to wipe them.Looking at the reading panel he had attached to his wall he noticed that his eye vision has worsened considerably.He had a serious eye condition that will ultimately drive him blind.He hoped it was just because of the darkness and rolled the curtains up,only to realize that indeed,his vision has worsened.
Sinking deeper into his own mind's dark abyss,he simply dropped himself to the floor and started staring at the ceiling.He did that for at least half an hour,after which he heard the alert tone of his mobile phone.He had received a message.He got up from the floor and grabbed his phone again.
''She found someone else dude.Your chances with her are over.Get over it already...''read the message.
It was from a common friend Alex and his former girlfriend had,Steven.Since Alex's ex has changed her number,he had no other way of continuing to talk to her than through this ''friend''.This message was a reply to Alex's last one,which asked Steven to ask Diana(Alex's ex) if he has any way of proving that he is sorry and if she can ever forgive him and get back together.
Finishing reading the message,he opened his window and threw the cellphone as hard as he could.
Another one of his impulsive moments,this time much more serious than the ones he had before.Sure,he had two suicide attempts before,but he wasn't completely serious about those.He started running downstairs,quickly checked the kitchen to find a note from his parents telling him they will be away until tomorrow.
''Enough time to die.''He whispered to himself as he turned the paper on the other side,grabbed a pen and wrote ''Goodbye''.Leaving the note on the kitchen counter,he entered the bathroom,closed and locked the door,and turned on the faucet for hot water in the bathtub.
About 10 minutes later,the tub was full with hot water.Alex quickly swallowed a full bottle of sleeping pills,grabbed a razor from the mirror's cabinet,and jumped into the bathtub.As soon as he got inside,he simply put the razor against his veins and started cutting.Ignoring all the pain,he continued cutting through the veins and muscle,almost reaching the bone with the razor.Soon he started seeing black and fainted due to blood loss and the sleeping pills he took.
Some time after that,opening his eyes,Alex found himself in a seemingly endless field.It was night and it was very dark,so dark he almost couldn't see at all.Looking at the sky for any stars,he noticed a very bright light and started ascending towards it,reached it and entered inside...
Except the last part(where the main character dies),this is pretty much inspired from my own life,so I'm basically not that creative...Anyway,this is still different from myself,since I used my imagination to change some details and names,events and all.
Hope you enjoyed it.
by Nazi Flower Power » Sat Jun 14, 2014 7:43 pm
The New World Oceania wrote:Helsary wrote:Here is mineAlex rose up from his chair and looked around the room.A sudden surge of rage struck his being,and he punched the wall as hard as he could,leaving a bloody mark on it.
Alex was a talented young artist.Out of all forms of art he enjoyed music the most.He even had his own band.He formed it one year ago out of boredom,but ended up with a couple dozen fans from his ''boredom's creation''.He also enjoyed writing and painting/drawing.
He then dropped to the floor,suddenly realizing that his fist is bleeding,and crawled to the corner of his dark room and started crying.He didn't really cry in the proper sense of the word.He had lost even the power to cry.He sobbed a couple of minutes,after which he got up and proceeded towards his desk again.Starting his favorite music playlist,consisting mostly of DSBM music(Depressive/Suicidal Black Metal),and then jumped on his bed.Wiping the small tears that have formed on his face,he grabbed his cellphone and started reading old text messages with random people...That was until he reached the conversations he had with his former girlfriend...
He just couldn't read any of them anymore.No matter how much he tried,he ended up looking away in self-disgust.She was the only person that he thought could trust with anything.Rolling his sleeve up and grabbing the razor sitting under the bed,he started doing what he did best:hurting himself.His arm was already pretty full of cuts,old and fresh,deep and superficial.The most notable one was the one he had done 5 months ago,immediately after the breakup.It was an old cut that will surely leave marks.He remembered he had cut it until he touched the bone with the blade and had to go to the E.R. .
Suddenly a knock on the door from his room brought him back from his dream-like state.He quickly rolled his sleeve back to cover the wounds and hid the razor back under the bed.
''Yeah?''He asked
The door opened as one of his ''friends'' entered the room.He had really no friends in the true sense of the word,although he had some acquaintances he uses,or used,to go out with.
''Pff,what's with that shit noise?Turn it off.''said Andrew,pointing towards the large speakers sitting on the desk.
Alex proceeded to turn the volume down completely,after which Andrew started talking again.
''You know,let's go out of here and do something.Randy's coming too.Maybe drink some beer or eat a pizza over at Luigi's Restaurant?''Andrew asked.
''Too tired...Maybe tomorrow.''responded Alex,dropping himself back on his bed.
''Whatever,freak...Only reason we keep you around is because we need someone to make fun of...Guess we can find another guy for today...Rest in peace,weirdo...''said Andrew as he slammed the door shut and left the house.
After a couple hours of having a disturbing sleep,due to nightmares,Alex woke up and got back at his desk,starting the playlist over again.He had homework,sure,his high school required that he do them or face detention.After all,in your 3rd year of high school,everyone does things at home too,right?Well,not everyone.Alex just continued listening to his music,telling himself he will start doing them ''later'',which of course,as always,meant tomorrow in classroom or during detention,which he faced every week.
Another knock on the door,but this time a response wasn't needed.It was Mike,Alex's father.
''You done your homework yet?How about the garbage?Do you ever study?You cut yourself again,you schizophrenic maniac?You want people to think you're murdered and you turn that music so loud?Will you EVER get a part-time job to actually help this family with something?''
More and more insulting and sarcastic questions were being addressed to Alex one after another,not even giving him time to answer any single one.He just faced his father,rage boiling in him.He just nodded in anger until his father was done yelling and left the room.Alex took off his glasses to wipe them.Looking at the reading panel he had attached to his wall he noticed that his eye vision has worsened considerably.He had a serious eye condition that will ultimately drive him blind.He hoped it was just because of the darkness and rolled the curtains up,only to realize that indeed,his vision has worsened.
Sinking deeper into his own mind's dark abyss,he simply dropped himself to the floor and started staring at the ceiling.He did that for at least half an hour,after which he heard the alert tone of his mobile phone.He had received a message.He got up from the floor and grabbed his phone again.
''She found someone else dude.Your chances with her are over.Get over it already...''read the message.
It was from a common friend Alex and his former girlfriend had,Steven.Since Alex's ex has changed her number,he had no other way of continuing to talk to her than through this ''friend''.This message was a reply to Alex's last one,which asked Steven to ask Diana(Alex's ex) if he has any way of proving that he is sorry and if she can ever forgive him and get back together.
Finishing reading the message,he opened his window and threw the cellphone as hard as he could.
Another one of his impulsive moments,this time much more serious than the ones he had before.Sure,he had two suicide attempts before,but he wasn't completely serious about those.He started running downstairs,quickly checked the kitchen to find a note from his parents telling him they will be away until tomorrow.
''Enough time to die.''He whispered to himself as he turned the paper on the other side,grabbed a pen and wrote ''Goodbye''.Leaving the note on the kitchen counter,he entered the bathroom,closed and locked the door,and turned on the faucet for hot water in the bathtub.
About 10 minutes later,the tub was full with hot water.Alex quickly swallowed a full bottle of sleeping pills,grabbed a razor from the mirror's cabinet,and jumped into the bathtub.As soon as he got inside,he simply put the razor against his veins and started cutting.Ignoring all the pain,he continued cutting through the veins and muscle,almost reaching the bone with the razor.Soon he started seeing black and fainted due to blood loss and the sleeping pills he took.
Some time after that,opening his eyes,Alex found himself in a seemingly endless field.It was night and it was very dark,so dark he almost couldn't see at all.Looking at the sky for any stars,he noticed a very bright light and started ascending towards it,reached it and entered inside...
Except the last part(where the main character dies),this is pretty much inspired from my own life,so I'm basically not that creative...Anyway,this is still different from myself,since I used my imagination to change some details and names,events and all.
Hope you enjoyed it.
We got one! hecks yeah turnip
by Nazi Flower Power » Tue Jun 17, 2014 1:18 am
by Nazi Flower Power » Tue Jun 17, 2014 1:54 am
Helsary wrote:Here is mineAlex rose up from his chair and looked around the room.A sudden surge of rage struck his being,and he punched the wall as hard as he could,leaving a bloody mark on it.
Alex was a talented young artist.Out of all forms of art he enjoyed music the most.He even had his own band.He formed it one year ago out of boredom,but ended up with a couple dozen fans from his ''boredom's creation''.He also enjoyed writing and painting/drawing.
He then dropped to the floor,suddenly realizing that his fist is bleeding,and crawled to the corner of his dark room and started crying.He didn't really cry in the proper sense of the word.He had lost even the power to cry.He sobbed a couple of minutes,after which he got up and proceeded towards his desk again.Starting his favorite music playlist,consisting mostly of DSBM music(Depressive/Suicidal Black Metal),and then jumped on his bed.Wiping the small tears that have formed on his face,he grabbed his cellphone and started reading old text messages with random people...That was until he reached the conversations he had with his former girlfriend...
He just couldn't read any of them anymore.No matter how much he tried,he ended up looking away in self-disgust.She was the only person that he thought could trust with anything.Rolling his sleeve up and grabbing the razor sitting under the bed,he started doing what he did best:hurting himself.His arm was already pretty full of cuts,old and fresh,deep and superficial.The most notable one was the one he had done 5 months ago,immediately after the breakup.It was an old cut that will surely leave marks.He remembered he had cut it until he touched the bone with the blade and had to go to the E.R. .
Suddenly a knock on the door from his room brought him back from his dream-like state.He quickly rolled his sleeve back to cover the wounds and hid the razor back under the bed.
''Yeah?''He asked
The door opened as one of his ''friends'' entered the room.He had really no friends in the true sense of the word,although he had some acquaintances he uses,or used,to go out with.
''Pff,what's with that shit noise?Turn it off.''said Andrew,pointing towards the large speakers sitting on the desk.
Alex proceeded to turn the volume down completely,after which Andrew started talking again.
''You know,let's go out of here and do something.Randy's coming too.Maybe drink some beer or eat a pizza over at Luigi's Restaurant?''Andrew asked.
''Too tired...Maybe tomorrow.''responded Alex,dropping himself back on his bed.
''Whatever,freak...Only reason we keep you around is because we need someone to make fun of...Guess we can find another guy for today...Rest in peace,weirdo...''said Andrew as he slammed the door shut and left the house.
After a couple hours of having a disturbing sleep,due to nightmares,Alex woke up and got back at his desk,starting the playlist over again.He had homework,sure,his high school required that he do them or face detention.After all,in your 3rd year of high school,everyone does things at home too,right?Well,not everyone.Alex just continued listening to his music,telling himself he will start doing them ''later'',which of course,as always,meant tomorrow in classroom or during detention,which he faced every week.
Another knock on the door,but this time a response wasn't needed.It was Mike,Alex's father.
''You done your homework yet?How about the garbage?Do you ever study?You cut yourself again,you schizophrenic maniac?You want people to think you're murdered and you turn that music so loud?Will you EVER get a part-time job to actually help this family with something?''
More and more insulting and sarcastic questions were being addressed to Alex one after another,not even giving him time to answer any single one.He just faced his father,rage boiling in him.He just nodded in anger until his father was done yelling and left the room.Alex took off his glasses to wipe them.Looking at the reading panel he had attached to his wall he noticed that his eye vision has worsened considerably.He had a serious eye condition that will ultimately drive him blind.He hoped it was just because of the darkness and rolled the curtains up,only to realize that indeed,his vision has worsened.
Sinking deeper into his own mind's dark abyss,he simply dropped himself to the floor and started staring at the ceiling.He did that for at least half an hour,after which he heard the alert tone of his mobile phone.He had received a message.He got up from the floor and grabbed his phone again.
''She found someone else dude.Your chances with her are over.Get over it already...''read the message.
It was from a common friend Alex and his former girlfriend had,Steven.Since Alex's ex has changed her number,he had no other way of continuing to talk to her than through this ''friend''.This message was a reply to Alex's last one,which asked Steven to ask Diana(Alex's ex) if he has any way of proving that he is sorry and if she can ever forgive him and get back together.
Finishing reading the message,he opened his window and threw the cellphone as hard as he could.
Another one of his impulsive moments,this time much more serious than the ones he had before.Sure,he had two suicide attempts before,but he wasn't completely serious about those.He started running downstairs,quickly checked the kitchen to find a note from his parents telling him they will be away until tomorrow.
''Enough time to die.''He whispered to himself as he turned the paper on the other side,grabbed a pen and wrote ''Goodbye''.Leaving the note on the kitchen counter,he entered the bathroom,closed and locked the door,and turned on the faucet for hot water in the bathtub.
About 10 minutes later,the tub was full with hot water.Alex quickly swallowed a full bottle of sleeping pills,grabbed a razor from the mirror's cabinet,and jumped into the bathtub.As soon as he got inside,he simply put the razor against his veins and started cutting.Ignoring all the pain,he continued cutting through the veins and muscle,almost reaching the bone with the razor.Soon he started seeing black and fainted due to blood loss and the sleeping pills he took.
Some time after that,opening his eyes,Alex found himself in a seemingly endless field.It was night and it was very dark,so dark he almost couldn't see at all.Looking at the sky for any stars,he noticed a very bright light and started ascending towards it,reached it and entered inside...
Except the last part(where the main character dies),this is pretty much inspired from my own life,so I'm basically not that creative...Anyway,this is still different from myself,since I used my imagination to change some details and names,events and all.
Hope you enjoyed it.
by Helsary » Tue Jun 17, 2014 7:00 am
Nazi Flower Power wrote:Helsary wrote:Here is mineAlex rose up from his chair and looked around the room.A sudden surge of rage struck his being,and he punched the wall as hard as he could,leaving a bloody mark on it.
Alex was a talented young artist.Out of all forms of art he enjoyed music the most.He even had his own band.He formed it one year ago out of boredom,but ended up with a couple dozen fans from his ''boredom's creation''.He also enjoyed writing and painting/drawing.
He then dropped to the floor,suddenly realizing that his fist is bleeding,and crawled to the corner of his dark room and started crying.He didn't really cry in the proper sense of the word.He had lost even the power to cry.He sobbed a couple of minutes,after which he got up and proceeded towards his desk again.Starting his favorite music playlist,consisting mostly of DSBM music(Depressive/Suicidal Black Metal),and then jumped on his bed.Wiping the small tears that have formed on his face,he grabbed his cellphone and started reading old text messages with random people...That was until he reached the conversations he had with his former girlfriend...
He just couldn't read any of them anymore.No matter how much he tried,he ended up looking away in self-disgust.She was the only person that he thought could trust with anything.Rolling his sleeve up and grabbing the razor sitting under the bed,he started doing what he did best:hurting himself.His arm was already pretty full of cuts,old and fresh,deep and superficial.The most notable one was the one he had done 5 months ago,immediately after the breakup.It was an old cut that will surely leave marks.He remembered he had cut it until he touched the bone with the blade and had to go to the E.R. .
Suddenly a knock on the door from his room brought him back from his dream-like state.He quickly rolled his sleeve back to cover the wounds and hid the razor back under the bed.
''Yeah?''He asked
The door opened as one of his ''friends'' entered the room.He had really no friends in the true sense of the word,although he had some acquaintances he uses,or used,to go out with.
''Pff,what's with that shit noise?Turn it off.''said Andrew,pointing towards the large speakers sitting on the desk.
Alex proceeded to turn the volume down completely,after which Andrew started talking again.
''You know,let's go out of here and do something.Randy's coming too.Maybe drink some beer or eat a pizza over at Luigi's Restaurant?''Andrew asked.
''Too tired...Maybe tomorrow.''responded Alex,dropping himself back on his bed.
''Whatever,freak...Only reason we keep you around is because we need someone to make fun of...Guess we can find another guy for today...Rest in peace,weirdo...''said Andrew as he slammed the door shut and left the house.
After a couple hours of having a disturbing sleep,due to nightmares,Alex woke up and got back at his desk,starting the playlist over again.He had homework,sure,his high school required that he do them or face detention.After all,in your 3rd year of high school,everyone does things at home too,right?Well,not everyone.Alex just continued listening to his music,telling himself he will start doing them ''later'',which of course,as always,meant tomorrow in classroom or during detention,which he faced every week.
Another knock on the door,but this time a response wasn't needed.It was Mike,Alex's father.
''You done your homework yet?How about the garbage?Do you ever study?You cut yourself again,you schizophrenic maniac?You want people to think you're murdered and you turn that music so loud?Will you EVER get a part-time job to actually help this family with something?''
More and more insulting and sarcastic questions were being addressed to Alex one after another,not even giving him time to answer any single one.He just faced his father,rage boiling in him.He just nodded in anger until his father was done yelling and left the room.Alex took off his glasses to wipe them.Looking at the reading panel he had attached to his wall he noticed that his eye vision has worsened considerably.He had a serious eye condition that will ultimately drive him blind.He hoped it was just because of the darkness and rolled the curtains up,only to realize that indeed,his vision has worsened.
Sinking deeper into his own mind's dark abyss,he simply dropped himself to the floor and started staring at the ceiling.He did that for at least half an hour,after which he heard the alert tone of his mobile phone.He had received a message.He got up from the floor and grabbed his phone again.
''She found someone else dude.Your chances with her are over.Get over it already...''read the message.
It was from a common friend Alex and his former girlfriend had,Steven.Since Alex's ex has changed her number,he had no other way of continuing to talk to her than through this ''friend''.This message was a reply to Alex's last one,which asked Steven to ask Diana(Alex's ex) if he has any way of proving that he is sorry and if she can ever forgive him and get back together.
Finishing reading the message,he opened his window and threw the cellphone as hard as he could.
Another one of his impulsive moments,this time much more serious than the ones he had before.Sure,he had two suicide attempts before,but he wasn't completely serious about those.He started running downstairs,quickly checked the kitchen to find a note from his parents telling him they will be away until tomorrow.
''Enough time to die.''He whispered to himself as he turned the paper on the other side,grabbed a pen and wrote ''Goodbye''.Leaving the note on the kitchen counter,he entered the bathroom,closed and locked the door,and turned on the faucet for hot water in the bathtub.
About 10 minutes later,the tub was full with hot water.Alex quickly swallowed a full bottle of sleeping pills,grabbed a razor from the mirror's cabinet,and jumped into the bathtub.As soon as he got inside,he simply put the razor against his veins and started cutting.Ignoring all the pain,he continued cutting through the veins and muscle,almost reaching the bone with the razor.Soon he started seeing black and fainted due to blood loss and the sleeping pills he took.
Some time after that,opening his eyes,Alex found himself in a seemingly endless field.It was night and it was very dark,so dark he almost couldn't see at all.Looking at the sky for any stars,he noticed a very bright light and started ascending towards it,reached it and entered inside...
Except the last part(where the main character dies),this is pretty much inspired from my own life,so I'm basically not that creative...Anyway,this is still different from myself,since I used my imagination to change some details and names,events and all.
Hope you enjoyed it.
If that's based on your own life, then you might want to get some help...
If you cut yourself, that's your business, but if you're unhappy, then that is something to get help with.
by Nazi Flower Power » Tue Jun 17, 2014 12:48 pm
Helsary wrote:Nazi Flower Power wrote:
If that's based on your own life, then you might want to get some help...
If you cut yourself, that's your business, but if you're unhappy, then that is something to get help with.
Sure sure...if only my psychiatrist wouldn't have told me I'm an ''attention seeker'' on my first visit.
by Respubliko de Libereco » Tue Jun 17, 2014 3:30 pm
by Nazi Flower Power » Tue Jun 17, 2014 9:03 pm
Respubliko de Libereco wrote:Helsary wrote:
To hell with it actually,whatever,I didn't come to whine about my life lol.
What you think of the story itself?
Surely any discussion about the stories should be saved until after judging, right?
(I don't know what the official stance on this is, but I'd assume that we don't want other entrants' comments/discussion affecting the judges decisions)
by Helsary » Wed Jun 18, 2014 11:56 am
Nazi Flower Power wrote:Respubliko de Libereco wrote:Surely any discussion about the stories should be saved until after judging, right?
(I don't know what the official stance on this is, but I'd assume that we don't want other entrants' comments/discussion affecting the judges decisions)
Discussion is allowed, but obviously good sportsmanship is appreciated. If you think you need to keep some things private so as not to influence the judges, you can always take it to TG or just not comment.
by Shaggai » Wed Jun 18, 2014 6:55 pm
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