This is the new layout I picked. I changed it around some and still have a few things to mess with. Unfortunately the banner does not fit.. so i will be ether taking it off or making another.
enjoy the new layout!
-eb_fourside
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Hmph.
Ok, so this is something that I wrote AGES ago. Like, seriously; AGES. I wonder if this will even count or I'm allowed to post old things...hmm. Well, I guess we'll find out! (and M.M., I'm too tired to write anything original right now. Thus this blog.)
The scene we start out with is one where an elderly woman sits in a dark corner of an old abandoned cabin, hidden in the deepest part of the forbidden woods at around midnight. She's weeping and sobbing so hard, that she retches often and can hardly breath. She's pleading for mercy, saying every now-and-again how sorry she is for finding out his secret. The male in which she refers to is a tall, thin creature, nothing like anything man has seen before. He is over 7 feet tall, so tall, his face is hard to see in the darkness of the night. He steps into a patch of moonlight that is shining through a hole in the cabin roof. His face makes the woman gasp, though she knows what to expect. His face is the palest of white, so white the moonlight seemed to make it invisible. His eyes are red slits, full of hatred and evil thoughts. His mouth is formed into a wicked grin, which showed his sharp, sharp fangs. So sharp, that his grin became bloody as soon as his teeth touched his lips. The blood, some of which was not his own, trickled down his chin, and fell softly onto the woman's face. "I meant no harm!" she cried, not knowing that these would be her last words. The creature only laughed his horrible, high pitched laugh, before he reached down and choked the woman with his 3 inch claws on either hand. Blood poured from the woman's neck, and the creature laughed yet again as he looked at the silent scream still on the elderly woman's face. He stepped back into the darkness, and he, the dead body, and the cabin disappeared until it was time for him to feed again.
The scene we start out with is one where an elderly woman sits in a dark corner of an old abandoned cabin, hidden in the deepest part of the forbidden woods at around midnight. She's weeping and sobbing so hard, that she retches often and can hardly breath. She's pleading for mercy, saying every now-and-again how sorry she is for finding out his secret. The male in which she refers to is a tall, thin creature, nothing like anything man has seen before. He is over 7 feet tall, so tall, his face is hard to see in the darkness of the night. He steps into a patch of moonlight that is shining through a hole in the cabin roof. His face makes the woman gasp, though she knows what to expect. His face is the palest of white, so white the moonlight seemed to make it invisible. His eyes are red slits, full of hatred and evil thoughts. His mouth is formed into a wicked grin, which showed his sharp, sharp fangs. So sharp, that his grin became bloody as soon as his teeth touched his lips. The blood, some of which was not his own, trickled down his chin, and fell softly onto the woman's face. "I meant no harm!" she cried, not knowing that these would be her last words. The creature only laughed his horrible, high pitched laugh, before he reached down and choked the woman with his 3 inch claws on either hand. Blood poured from the woman's neck, and the creature laughed yet again as he looked at the silent scream still on the elderly woman's face. He stepped back into the darkness, and he, the dead body, and the cabin disappeared until it was time for him to feed again.
Prologue
"This isn't working!"
He sat on his black leather piano stool, frustrated with the sounds coming from the shiny grand piano that he had for years.
In his youth, he had written many songs, but somewhere down the road the music left him. The last time he ever wrote a song was when he was seventeen, nearly 8 years ago.
He couldn't write anymore, and it frustrated him. He had no passion, and he couldn't find it. He wasn't a passionate man anymore. He was an outcast. One of those creepy guys. He was alone.
He was angry, angry at everything and everyone. When he was 17 his mother died in a car accident, then shortly after that his only sibling drowned, then his father died of a heart attack. His friends turned their backs on him, and the love of his life fell in love with somebody else. He had nobody and he liked it that way.
He had no reason to play the piano anymore, or even try. He had no reason for anything. Everyday he woke up, went to work at Wal-mart, came home, and went to sleep. Every single day.
But soon something would happen to him, something that he never expected would happen to anyone on earth, and more importantly, something he would come to re-discover. He was going to find his happiness again. He was going to find love.
He sat on his black leather piano stool, frustrated with the sounds coming from the shiny grand piano that he had for years.
In his youth, he had written many songs, but somewhere down the road the music left him. The last time he ever wrote a song was when he was seventeen, nearly 8 years ago.
He couldn't write anymore, and it frustrated him. He had no passion, and he couldn't find it. He wasn't a passionate man anymore. He was an outcast. One of those creepy guys. He was alone.
He was angry, angry at everything and everyone. When he was 17 his mother died in a car accident, then shortly after that his only sibling drowned, then his father died of a heart attack. His friends turned their backs on him, and the love of his life fell in love with somebody else. He had nobody and he liked it that way.
He had no reason to play the piano anymore, or even try. He had no reason for anything. Everyday he woke up, went to work at Wal-mart, came home, and went to sleep. Every single day.
But soon something would happen to him, something that he never expected would happen to anyone on earth, and more importantly, something he would come to re-discover. He was going to find his happiness again. He was going to find love.
Friday, January 29, 2010
A New Beginning
To all of the loyal fans (if any) of Our Super Stories blog, we apologize! We are sorry for not entertaining you with our randomness and wacky stories and letting you down, but we are coming back, and we are actually going to be writing!
To all the authors of this blog, there has been a new rule. As of right now, each member must post at least one thing a week, whether a story or a chapter of a story you are writing. If you fail to write anything within two weeks, I will be forced to remove you from the blog.
Also, to any readers of this blog who I know, if you would like to be an author, or you have a sibling who likes to write and wants to be an author, contact me. We'd like committed and passionate writers!
Again, we are sorry, and I will be having discussions with my fellow administrator Luna about new ideas to liven the blog and make it more interesting and enjoyable for your reading! Thank you!
To all the authors of this blog, there has been a new rule. As of right now, each member must post at least one thing a week, whether a story or a chapter of a story you are writing. If you fail to write anything within two weeks, I will be forced to remove you from the blog.
Also, to any readers of this blog who I know, if you would like to be an author, or you have a sibling who likes to write and wants to be an author, contact me. We'd like committed and passionate writers!
Again, we are sorry, and I will be having discussions with my fellow administrator Luna about new ideas to liven the blog and make it more interesting and enjoyable for your reading! Thank you!
