Behind The Scenes With The Writers Of "This Is The End"

Here is the behind the scenes of the last Funday. First I will write the final piece then we will explore together what was going in the writers' minds (in their own words) as they were writing their verse.

It slides close to me, a chill wraps up my spine
A ghostly presence haunting me, clawing at my mind

It steps into my skin, looks out through my eyes
Twists me from this world as I scream out my denies

Who shall be my victim, as I step into the street
The demon takes control, I have many souls to reap

Slaying wailing spirits, from my left and from my right
The world won't soon forget this terrifying night

Havoc shall be wreaked, and the wreaking shall be swift
After gathering their essence, to the next one I shall drift

Within this world of mortal souls, no-one shall be saved
Into the ever spinning maelstrom their pleas will now cascade

With the last mortal gone, the world becomes eerily silent
I am left alone, I have become the last one to go

I am the very last one standing, yet it still remains within
And as I feel it leave all that's left is bone and skin

This island Earth, needing new birth, lit coldly by the sun
Reveals my final thought to be, 'By God, what have I done...'

Fin

Contributors:
@yikici
@RichWithey
@sjw
@evilfingerz
@patdolan83
@chickgamer
@vieromero
@leelee101

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And now presenting the best part

It slides close to me, a chill wraps up my spine
A ghostly presence haunting me, clawing at my mind
@yikici: "I wanted to set an eerie setting, a person (I was thinking a young female) in a dark room with a full moon glimmering through the open window, curtains softly blowing in the wind -that was the image in my mind.
I thought who this person was and what they were feeling, the darkness and it's ghouls came alive then; but I wanted to sway away from vampires and demons so brought in the suggestion of something ghostly -a spirit of some sorts -there but not there surrounding the young girl, freaking her out, calling to her, tormenting her. Something that always follows her -which she battles with yet accepting of her fate."

It steps into my skin, looks out through my eyes
Twists me from this world as I scream out my denies
@RichWithey: "I read Ozlem's part as being haunted by memories or perhaps something more literal and sinister like a demon or a ghost. These suggestions help my thought process develop my part into a possession or darker thoughts that may steer the character in a dark way."

Who shall be my victim, as I step into the street
The demon takes control, I have many souls to reap
@sjw: "Reading what Yikici and Rich wrote, I decided it was a possession and it needed to be an evil one because of the fact the body was denying its intrusion, so I wanted my lines to open up the story for it to create some kind of havoc. I totally enjoyed reading where other writers took it x"

Slaying wailing spirits, from my left and from my right
The world won't soon forget this terrifying night
@evilfingerz: "Well when I started writing mine by then there was already a demon ready to do some damage . I guess my piece was kinda a small intro to the pain to come."

Havoc shall be wreaked, and the wreaking shall be swift
After gathering their essence, to the next one I shall drift
@patdolan83 : "I can only say what I was thinking whilst writing, I guess that's what you are asking for. I assumed the writers roles with the idea that I speaker had been taken over by a spirit who had been trapped in a hell dimension and every so often he escapes and takes it out on the souls who get to live life still....he resents them, so he punishes them. "

Within this world of mortal souls, no-one shall be saved
Into the ever spinning maelstrom their pleas will now cascade
@chickgamer:"I have to say sjw's part about souls is what gave me my idea for Friday fun. Its random but i thought of how lost we can all be without our souls and with them as well. So i took that and thought that within us, we're screaming to be heard but no one mortal hears us. Some people are trapped in an endless cycle of pain and I felt like that's where the poem would take it"

With the last mortal gone, the world becomes eerily silent
I am left alone, I have become the last one to go
@vieromero: "when I was contributing to the Friday Fun poem, all I thought was: shit. I'm going to fuck it up.
I had never done that before, although I have come across a few of them. It was kinda nerve wracking that other writers were expecting something of me. I usually write when I want and about what I want. The Friday Fun poem forced me to focus on a topic that wasn't my choice. It was cool. It was a challenge.
Um...I also had a hard time deciding how to add to it. Like what to say. I had to think for a bit. But I did my best...and it was a cool experience. I appreciate having the opportunity to contribute to a group piece. "

I am the very last one standing, yet it still remains within
And as I feel it leave all that's left is bone and skin
This island Earth, needing new birth, lit coldly by the sun
Reveals my final thought to be, 'By God, what have I done...'
@leelee101 :"I didn't think I was going to be tagged for this one, so I didn't have anything ready. And it seemed to be taking an age to get finished, so I read it one last time and made plans to sleep. Wrong, because that's when the call came and I wrote a verse in case @vieromero couldn't do it. But then it turned out she could, and she tagged me. And so to the poems second day of life, and I thought what the hell, kill everything and everyone off with a 4 line burst. So I did, and the title seemed naturally to be This Is The End. And it was! "

Fin

Big round of applause to all the contributors to this piece. I really enjoyed it.