| "I'm not inside you." |
[Apr. 2nd, 2007|06:19 pm] |
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| | Dredg- Jamais Vu | ] |
"I looked to the sky, and saw my body die.."
Due to my co-author's need for "liquid imagination" on this project, I'm going to have to "invest" on a solid date for his own Elliot Pike to arrive on the scene.
I believe some of the finest writers had been quite drunk while writing their pieces, *sigh* guess i cant be too picky, I value ryans effort in this, but it would be nice to get it rolling so I can start posting the new. O well.
"I looked to the ground, and was pleased with what I found." |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 1st, 2007|02:41 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | zombies | ] |
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| | Ltown!~where else? | ] |
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| |  pissed off but tryin.. | ] |
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| | Not That Simple- Dredg | ] |
Zombies to be worked on tonight! Time to lay low and forget that other people exist in this world besides my self and a certain character named Elliot Pike.
Zombies to be printed!
~takes place in pennsylvanias happy valley.
~set to be a rather short story =( i wanted an epic, but we have to think about getting the actual plot and story line down first.
Two man writing team, with pleny of out side refferences. (did i spell that right?)
be back atcha with hopefully the new begining of Jacks Story. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 25th, 2007|02:00 pm] |
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| | b's pad | ] |
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| |  cold | ] |
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| | whatevers on pandora | ] |
ah, the story has been tossed, new begining to be added shortly. its a joint work effort now.
in other news, my mind runs like crazy lately. Missin my other half. |
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| In The Arms of Sleep |
[Feb. 4th, 2007|03:51 am] |
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| | the bat cave | ] |
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| | Paint it Black, The Vines cover | ] |
This story is also the begining of quite a epic, other writers are free to add on the enviroment, and start their own trials and tribulations, if your ever interested and adding to this mess, by all means do, and send me it to throw in the mix. |
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| Ryans Part |
[Feb. 3rd, 2007|10:47 pm] |
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| | Bat Cave | ] |
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| | guitar hero | ] |
Ryan emptied a magnum round into an old man he had once seen outside the auto body shop down the road from him. The recoil wasnt too bad, and the crater it left in the old man's face wasnt too shabby either. The walking stiff dropped to his knees and fell over into the grassy yard. They had started to make their way down his lane about a quarter after four. He had been taking a piss after drinking a few brews and probably wouldnt have heard the bastards if it werent for the low moan they seemed to make. He had walked out from where the basement door was around the back of his house. Above him was a wooden deck, woods filled his view in front of him and to his right was a small slope leading to his driveway and lane. Ryan spotted three of the stiff's stumbling through the large field in front of his house, one them had actually managed to run into the electric fence that held his mother's horses in, falling over and flailing as he did. Raising an eyebrow, Ryan started to shout something, when he noticed this behavior. He thought of that old black and white flick, Night of The Living Dead. How they had stumbled about, wandering aimlessly until they spotted fresh meat. When one them had spotted Ryan, it moved faster, but remained awkward and robotish. Another low moan traveled through the night to Ryan, but he didnt wait around to hear it. He ran inside, straight for his father's gun cabinet and the many firearms that wait inside. How? Was the questioned that kept running through Ryan's mind. How and where? He had seen one of these men (things) almost four days earlier. Had he died so recently? Nuclear war? Diesease? Or had they been biten and merely turned, then bit someone else? All these things he knew could never be answered right now, so he had just better kill the things and try and get ahold of someone. Anyone. His folks had since left for Maryland to live, his mother finding a better job and his father joining her. His sisters were with their boyfriends god knows where. Ryan was alone. Firing another round, he killed (or killed again?) an unfamilier face. The only other person out in the yard with him was the man that had tangled himself in the electric fence. Every time the fence would send a current, the man would freak out, twisting and moaning as he failed again and again to get back on his feet. Ryan calmly walked over and fired off one more round into the struggling body, its head caving in from the impact and spilling its brainy contents across the grass. Ryan cringed. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 23rd, 2007|12:21 pm] |
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| | Chin chillin at home | ] |
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| |  mischievous | ] |
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| | Saosin -"I can tell" | ] |
Jack put a hand on the man's left shoulder.
"Yo, did you hear me? Are you alright?" Jack asked again, this time shaking the man slightly.
This time the stranger cocked his head turning his attention away from the main doors window and towards Jack. At this moment clouds gave way, letting moonlight spill through the doors small window, filling the hall with light and giving Jack a good look at his visiter's face. Jack's initial thought, was that the man was grinning at him. Looking closer, Jack could see that he was way off. The man was young, maybe in his late twenties, stray yellow hair that had begin to recede a bit with age, his eyes were lazy looking and bright blue. Half of the mans cheek was gone, it looked as if someone had clawed it away. In some place in Jack's mind, he noticed that the man had had his wisdoms removed. Jack heard himself say something like "Oh gaawd, your not alright." As he stumbled backwards into the living room, his eyes never leaving that permanent and toothy grin. The stranger turned towards Jack, almost mechanically. His bright blue eyes locked onto Jack. The tendons and muscles on his neck begin to bulge as they tightened and were drawn straight. The man's jaw flexed opened widening to an almost impossible width and then snapped shut and then repeated this producing a clack! Clack! sound. ah shit! Jack's mind screamed. The grip he had on the baseball bat tightened til his knuckles hurt. |
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| "hey friend" |
[Jan. 20th, 2007|01:06 pm] |
Blind and scared, Jack held the bat in a crouched swingers position, he made out the outline of everything and that was about it. Jack heard two more slow steps approaching. He's doing it on purpose! Jack thought to himself panicing. the footsteps were almost a staggering minute apart, and no way was this guy trying to be quiet, each thump would have had his mom downstairs in a second if she had been home. Another set of slow moving footsteps. Slowly he watched as the shadowy figure emerged from the hallway. A bad feeling was begining to itch at the back of Jack's mind. Somethings wrong with this, horribly wrong. If this guy was trying to be discreet, he sure was doing a bad job at robbing my house. How could i have not noticed this guy coming in through the deck doors? Probably what woke you up pal. Jack thought uneasily. As far as Jack was concerned, this guy was completely wasted and lost. Shaking just the slightest bit, Jack lowered the bat. Two more slow steps and the man stopped in front of the homes main door. Switching the bat to his left hand, Jack took a step towards the man who had decided to stumble in drunk. Less then 3 feet away, Jack confronted the man.
"Hey friend, I think you have the wrong house." Jack chuckled trying to sound friendly and apologetic.for some reason that felt right to do react to this.
The man didnt seem to hear him, but instead stared straight ahead, looking through the small square glass pane that looked out apon the front porch and yard revealing a curving sidewalk that led to Jacks family's red Ford Explorer. He had always hated the truck because of its handling, making it seem like it would tople over at every sharp turn. No stars tonight, heavy grey clouds passed lazily overhead, letting the moon's own rays illuminate the area every so often. A large red barn sat across the street beyond. When the man didnt respond, that horrible itch at the back of Jack's mind grew worse. Jack put a hand on the man's left shoulder. |
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| Morning |
[Jan. 19th, 2007|08:49 am] |
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| | home | ] |
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| |  working | ] |
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| | Saosin - Penelope - | ] |
Jack woke up with a start, he found himself drenched in a cold sweat and tangled in his own bedsheets. His Digital clock read 4:15 am. It took him a minute to get his bearings. Looking around himself, he lie on his mothers plaid couch in the dark living room. He made out a tv, a computer desk and another couch, pictures of his family lined the walls of the small den. Behind Jack lie a kitchen, to the right of that, stairs leading to his now vacationing mother and sisters room, and beyond that, a hall that traveled to the back of the house, going into his own bedroom which he dubbed "the summer room." because of the drafty windows and lack of heat, he rarely slept in the room and only went in if he needed to go to the back deck, or grab something he stored in there. The bedroom was also connected to five different rooms, a basement, two decks, a small back room and a group of stairs leading to another room near the attic. Jack often found himself creeped out by the concept of soo many ways in and out of the room, but this also was a reason he enjoyed summers in the musty old hard floor room. Sneaking out to smoke a cigarette or the occasional joint he aqquired from friends. The door had lost its door knob and was usualy shut, and could only be opened by means of a trusty butter knife. His mother, a short and pretty woman now heading into her early forties would scold him for leaving it open due to the chilly drafts that floated in during the fall.
Why did I wake up? Jack thought to himself, gently rubbing his eyes freeing them from any eye boogers that may have crusted to the corners of his eyes. Lying back down, Jack put his hands behind his head and looked thoughtfully at the panels that made up the ceiling above. Waking up a few hours before day break had always been the worst. Waking up drenched in cold sweat was even worse. Maybe it was a bad dream, it seems like those are the only things to visit me anymore. Jack grinned to no one in particular. Closing his eyes, Jack decided to try for sleep again. The familier low crack of his bedroom door opening slowly drove his eyes wide open at once. At once a thousand alarms went off in Jacks mind. Millions of vivid images of serial killers, things that went bump in the night and whatever gloved fingertips wrapped tightly around the shaft of a long serrated hunting knife, clenching and unclenching tighter, ready to open him up stem to sternum, turning his body into a human canoe, filled his mind's eye. He lay still, allowing himself more time to stew in his own sweat, which had started to roll down his armpits and chest. A century went by. The thought of some sadistic madman standing in that dark door way, holding the fateful bayonet or hatchet that would surely be sinking deep into the fleshy one-hundred-and-fifty pounds that made up Jacks physique. He anwsered those thoughts with a silent scream. Oh get ahold of yourself! His mind cried, your going to lose it, the door was open already, and any second (you'll hear footsteps) your cat is going to come strutting out because (the insane lunatic will begin to drag that large hunting knife across the staircase walls) the dumb cat needs to go outside (slowly advancing to where you now lay) and you'll laugh at yourself, and-( he'll slice you into a million bloody ribbons) get up and let that little shit of a cat out. Jack your the little shit. He thought to himself frowning. Letting his imagination run stark raving mad was something he did alot. His eyes caught the shadow of his sisters little league ball bat, which was resting in the corner, just an arms stretch away. Oh right Jack, beat your cat to death, great idea.
Yawning and scratching the back of his neck, Jack sat up straight. Staring at the ground in front of the stairs where Quincy his beloved white grump would undoubtably appear wanting out or food. Quincy's white form did not appear. Two slow heavy footsteps anwsered Jack instead. Reaching in the dark, Jack found the bat quite easily. |
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| Machete Romance |
[Jan. 19th, 2007|08:42 am] |
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| | home | ] |
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| |  anxious | ] |
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| | The Need -MushroomHead | ] |
Writing has never been easy, but I do it constantly, and almost always at random. So I'll use LJ to post short stories and what not. Cheers!
-Mexi |
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