

Death Comes Halloween Robby dashed to the next house with his skeleton mask bouncing on his face. He turned to his friend, Max, who wore a striped shirt and an eye patch.Death Comes Halloween
Hey Max, if I get more candy than you, I get a shot with your sister, Cindy.
No way, dude.
Pussy.
Robby pressed the doorbell as he rocked on his toes. The door began opening


Strottenville Gregor woke with a fright. The sun hadnt risen yet, but there was no reason not to get an early start. He stumbled to a mirror, still wavering on his feet from the gin. In the mirror, he saw a man who didnt want to live. His beard had grown unevenly, and his hair hung down to his chin. He forced himself to pull away from the reflection and geared up. As he turned the lights off in his apartment, he grabbed a stale piece of bread out of the trash and ate it quickly. No one was awake in the early morning, instead they hid in their houses, praying to God and trying to pretend the nearbyStrottenville


Monstah The small black boy adjusted his cape and cowl, and knocked on the door. It creaked open. A large yellow eye hung in the crevice. The pupil awkwardly shifted, straining to see. Below the eye, a large cavernous mouth breathed slowly and deep, drooling black spit onto the welcome mat below. The boy watched the vile liquid seep into the mat.Monstah
Shit, you some kinda monstah?
A green tongue lurched out of its gnarled mouth and licked its gums, savoring the dark saliva. &n


Leg Snatcher Jimmy hugged the door with his ear pressed against the surface. He listened to his parents argument. Their voices sank to a whisper then rose accompanied with the sound of slapped flesh. Jimmy smiled, trying to make out all of the words. He didnt understand half the words, but was still proud.Leg Snatcher
His fathers heavy footsteps approached the door. Jimmy jumped back onto his tippy toes and flipped into bed, trying to keep his eyes shut, but not too tight.
The door swun
I'll start posting again regularly, just pulling myself off the ground right now.
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Writers-Club [link]
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Viddy well, little brother, viddy well...
just face it dude, you lost, now get over it. and like you have said before about deztornmind, how he is all talk because it is over the internet, well look in the mirror mate, i bet you are all talk as well. so get off his fucken back and go find someone else to have a fucken pointless debate with.
get a fucken life mate
2) It's a very small part of an incredibly long argument. Don't jump to conclusions until you've read the full argument.
3) Your grammar is fucking awful.
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I was given this:
I was 13 years old and I heard [SlipKnot] on the radio so I took a baseball bat and swung into my stereo. Then I went out and bought a Steely Dan CD. And the rest is history.~ZoSoLover202
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I was given this:
I was 13 years old and I heard [SlipKnot] on the radio so I took a baseball bat and swung into my stereo. Then I went out and bought a Steely Dan CD. And the rest is history.~ZoSoLover202
I'll definitely tell you my opinion of your work (prose).
Your goal is pretty interesting. I don’t quite agree with it, but at least you have direction and purpose with what you’re doing. Personally I see value in tradition and ethics, but I think it’s important to question them and understand them on more then face value. I try my best not to harm other people, not because other people say it’s wrong, but because I see nothing to gain from it. Everyone has different views though. Some people run around killing each other for fun, but it’s not like I’m going to sit them down to tea and cookies and talk them out of it.
I’ll have to flip through your Ranicla stories. I think I’ll like them better after I collect a bit more understanding.
Well, I’d like to warn you about the run on sentences and comma rape ahead of time.
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To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
-Mary Oliver
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