If you have a lot of patients and tacos we're gonna get on just fine. 28 male and single. Favourite authors are Clive Barker, H.P Lovecraft and Steven King. Try too hard to be funny when I should just rely on my good looks to get me by. Random.
#acrostic Even I know it's a bad idea Visiting a cabin In the woods, Looking in the root cellar Deciphering ancient text Entombed demons Awake and possess. Dead by dawn dead by dawn!.
#household - photograph The soft glow of the bar lights were comforting,that and the few glasses of rum were working their magic.
#household - clock I have a clock that alarms me when it's time to start my day. Tho I don't find much alarming when I open my sleep filled eyes. I look out my window to see the sky an ominous grey.
#household - peg(s) Peg leg Pete Has wooden stumps for feet. It might sound bizarre, But when he goes aaargh It means he's reading a tweet..
#household - knife There once was a butter knife that lived in my cutlery drawer. Every nite, when the lights went out, it sat up late and wished it could be more.
#household - water Water you waiting pour. I've heard it all be-fjord. Is there some thing about me you just don't lake. Or have you drizzle up because your water board.
Been away from opuss for a bit fighting the constant war with laziness and apathy. Any way while browsing the feed catching up on some stuff noticed #household going on.
Just got recommended a book to read by a friend at the weekend and he knows his stuff, bought it and loving it. "John dies at the end" by David Wong.
A start of a story I know is there in my head,rest to come soon hopefully. Curtains and relish makes a tasty dish for the moths but for those of us non insects it's just a mess to clean up.
And while I watch those around me fall, I wonder what is the point of it all. Loved by many needed by few, holding my breath 'till all this is through.
I cannot tell when the dreams began any more. I've lived with them now as long as I can remember and wouldn't be surprised to learn I've had them even longer than that.
Ok fog of mental block hard to get through, my intention was to post a complete long short story. Now however I've reached a mid point which could be an end in itself or cliff hanger for more.
He was a death dealer, a soul stealer. A life taker he was the oath breaker. Living in shadows, resting with death. Cursing the living, with every breath.
I stood in the hallway with my head bowed noticing the florescent lights above my head glowing brightly then dimming in a slow rythmic pettern as if in tune with the power I felt surging inside me.
Well at 1,561 words at the moment, conservative estimate is that it will be at least double that to finish. I've got a revised story plan and hopefully this extended version will be worth the wait.
Ok I've mentioned the story I'm working on, I started it last year and was put on the back burner until opuss gave me a fresh burst of enthusiasm to finish it.
Working on a story quite proud off little tribute to H P Lovecraft and Clive Barker, favourite writers and filled my head with so many worlds and ideas always feel like writing after reading their...
Hmmm noticed the personal blog tag so hey ho here I go. I've never been one for social networking so I don't go for all this letting people know what I'm doing every moment of every day thing.
A few nights ago I woke up through the nite with a phrase stuck in the back of my mind,finding a pen, I jotted down this before it was lost to sleep again.
As I stood there surveying the blasted landscape knowing in my soul this is the end, yet finding comfort in that fact, I waited.
An explanation Firstly this isn't my normal style, area or even something that I think is reasonably good.