a busy mind
Let's talk about writing. I have to say with school, jobs, dates, and all of the crap that has been a major focus of my life over the past ten years. I haven't had time to write. Before I went to college, I wrote an amazing amount of material, most of it horror, but some of it romance, and some mystery. I have written a few things over the past ten years, but not much. Its strange though, now that I have time ( as the man who survived a nuclear war with all of his books only to break his glasses once said, "Now I have time." The doors are open and the ideas are flowing again. I'm seeing things around us all and getting ideas. Do you know what's in your closet? I do.
When you lay in bed at night and sleep, there is something in the closet. Cars drive by all night illuminating your room in brief flashes. If you were to look in the closet at the first flash, you would see something there behind your clothes. You couldn't see it clearly, but you could see its shape pushing your clothes out. It is man shaped though, and you think you can see something white about the face maybe behind the tops of your sweater. The car drives by and its dark in your room for a bit. You hear something shuffle, your closet clothes maybe.
Another car comes by and you peek at the closet again. There is something there. You see a hand and an arm slowly stretch out form behind your clothes. It's reaching for you maybe. The arm though, there's something wrong with it. It's multicolored in the light. As the arm stretches out and the thing starts to come forward, the car lights pass by and the room goes dark again. You hear the closet door creak as the thing pushes it all of the way open in the dark. Sweat runs down your forehead and your fingers tighten on the covers. Its like when you were a child and you knew something was in the closet. You always wondered "Can I make it to mommy and daddy? Can I jump that far?"
Another car drives by and this time, you can see the thing standing in front of your closet staring at you. It's a dead smiling clown. Its rainbow stage costume is plagued with dirt and dried blood. It has green eyes. One of them is green at least. Where the other eye should be lays a gaping scarlet hole. Maggots fall out of the hole and onto your carpet when the thing smiles. The creatures smile seems to take up its whole lower face. It shouldn't be possible. It's only then that you realize its smiling that wide because its face has been ripped apart. Between the ripped flap of the white greasepaint mouth lie sharp cannibal teeth. The car drives away, the lights go out and you're left along with the thing.
You hear the jingle from the pompom's on the front of its costume as the creatures takes a step towards you. You're too scared to move. A small sound not unlike the wind blowing over the top of a bottle escapes your mouth as you try to scream. You listen and hear nothing. Your eyes frantically search the room for the creature, but you can't see in the dark. You pull the covers over your head as you feel your urine begin to break. You start to wonder "Can I make it to the door? Can I jump"
That's when you hear the creature running for you.
I would tell you what happens next, but you may not want to know.
Or maybe you'd like to hear about the young school teacher and what she found in her backyard, or maybe you'd like to hear about the man who solves the mystery, to his demise of course, as to why he keeps hearing a baby crying in his house at nights.
Or maybe, for a change of pace, you'd like to hear the story of the young man who searches for love in the most ridiculous of places and finds it. I do have a fairy tale mind you, one that you might like. It's about 300 but I think you might like it. I'm going to spend some time writing these stories I think and then I'll add them to my online group of stories on my webpage.
I'm going to go now, I hear something outside. It's misty here. You really cant see more than six feet off of the porch. Who knows what may walk out of the fog. Will it be a beautiful young woman who needs my help solving an action filled mystery? Will it be the lost old man who I let into my house, only to turn and in light realize he's my dead father? Will it be you come to visit me, only you were lost along the way, and now you're totally insane after seeing the horrible things in the fog?
Well see.
At any rate, sleep well. Look towards the stars. Or the closet.
Let's talk about writing. I have to say with school, jobs, dates, and all of the crap that has been a major focus of my life over the past ten years. I haven't had time to write. Before I went to college, I wrote an amazing amount of material, most of it horror, but some of it romance, and some mystery. I have written a few things over the past ten years, but not much. Its strange though, now that I have time ( as the man who survived a nuclear war with all of his books only to break his glasses once said, "Now I have time." The doors are open and the ideas are flowing again. I'm seeing things around us all and getting ideas. Do you know what's in your closet? I do.
When you lay in bed at night and sleep, there is something in the closet. Cars drive by all night illuminating your room in brief flashes. If you were to look in the closet at the first flash, you would see something there behind your clothes. You couldn't see it clearly, but you could see its shape pushing your clothes out. It is man shaped though, and you think you can see something white about the face maybe behind the tops of your sweater. The car drives by and its dark in your room for a bit. You hear something shuffle, your closet clothes maybe.
Another car comes by and you peek at the closet again. There is something there. You see a hand and an arm slowly stretch out form behind your clothes. It's reaching for you maybe. The arm though, there's something wrong with it. It's multicolored in the light. As the arm stretches out and the thing starts to come forward, the car lights pass by and the room goes dark again. You hear the closet door creak as the thing pushes it all of the way open in the dark. Sweat runs down your forehead and your fingers tighten on the covers. Its like when you were a child and you knew something was in the closet. You always wondered "Can I make it to mommy and daddy? Can I jump that far?"
Another car drives by and this time, you can see the thing standing in front of your closet staring at you. It's a dead smiling clown. Its rainbow stage costume is plagued with dirt and dried blood. It has green eyes. One of them is green at least. Where the other eye should be lays a gaping scarlet hole. Maggots fall out of the hole and onto your carpet when the thing smiles. The creatures smile seems to take up its whole lower face. It shouldn't be possible. It's only then that you realize its smiling that wide because its face has been ripped apart. Between the ripped flap of the white greasepaint mouth lie sharp cannibal teeth. The car drives away, the lights go out and you're left along with the thing.
You hear the jingle from the pompom's on the front of its costume as the creatures takes a step towards you. You're too scared to move. A small sound not unlike the wind blowing over the top of a bottle escapes your mouth as you try to scream. You listen and hear nothing. Your eyes frantically search the room for the creature, but you can't see in the dark. You pull the covers over your head as you feel your urine begin to break. You start to wonder "Can I make it to the door? Can I jump"
That's when you hear the creature running for you.
I would tell you what happens next, but you may not want to know.
Or maybe you'd like to hear about the young school teacher and what she found in her backyard, or maybe you'd like to hear about the man who solves the mystery, to his demise of course, as to why he keeps hearing a baby crying in his house at nights.
Or maybe, for a change of pace, you'd like to hear the story of the young man who searches for love in the most ridiculous of places and finds it. I do have a fairy tale mind you, one that you might like. It's about 300 but I think you might like it. I'm going to spend some time writing these stories I think and then I'll add them to my online group of stories on my webpage.
I'm going to go now, I hear something outside. It's misty here. You really cant see more than six feet off of the porch. Who knows what may walk out of the fog. Will it be a beautiful young woman who needs my help solving an action filled mystery? Will it be the lost old man who I let into my house, only to turn and in light realize he's my dead father? Will it be you come to visit me, only you were lost along the way, and now you're totally insane after seeing the horrible things in the fog?
Well see.
At any rate, sleep well. Look towards the stars. Or the closet.
I spent the day with mom today. That may sound like an odd way to start an entry, but we haven't done it in awhile and it was fun. I'm watching Apocalypse Now. Its a fun movie , but a bit creepy. I had things I wanted to say, but now that I try to think of it, I cant remember any of it. How was your Thanksgiving? Mine was good. I'm not a turkey fan, but I'll eat the hell out of some ham. I have to say I have spent the last week in a perpetual bliss playing the nintendo WII. As you may know, its an interctive system. One of my friends came over and said "This is sad, weve quit playing tennis outside and started playing it on tv." Where do you want to vacation? i want to go to germany. I speak the language. the only time ive ever used it here was when i delivered pizza in high school and one client spoke german and no enlglish.
Do you ever find your mind divided? I stay with my veiw points and wioshes most of the times, but I find my mind divided almost daily on a few issues. I personally blame my chess use for that. When i was young, I tought myself to play chess. I would play with myself. I would make a move on one side, switch sides then look at the board and decide the best move. In some ways, this skill has continued and I have been able to have conversations with myself at times and debate viewpoints as though I were of two minds. On the bad hand though, I never learned to foreplan strategy in chess becuase I was used to playin as two competing people. I think this has trancended into my everyday life. I rarely ever plan ahead. it hasn't hurt me mind you, i make good decisions most of the time, and I'm fantastic in a snap. I never get hurried or rushed and am usually laid back.
What else? I've become addicted to these goestze Candies. When I was younger, my father worked with a man who was a contractor on a frequent basis. Everytime I saw the contractor he gave me one of those pink coconut candies from his pocket (still rapped of course). I thought it was magic at the time. Now I find myself looking abck and wondeirng what kind of person continually has candy in their pocket.
Well I'm off! Take care and be good to one another. P
xoxo
Onie