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Hm. Working on a story right now. It's lame. Really. o_o What? You want to read the first paragraph? o_O Not a good idea...but. Okay. Here:
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There is a story about a book whose tales are eerie and chilling. If a person be thick enough to utter aloud its haunting phrases, the bloodstained pages will curse the being that be naïve enough to meddle with its dark magic.
This book, you see, has lain untouched for ages, encased in blankets of accumulated dust. Not a single foolish hand has gone near it since the strange disappearance of Gregory Klein. Its deadly cover slept, as if in a coma, awaiting the night that another child…should they be curious enough…tiptoe with a candle into the library where The Book slumbered, just as Gregory had done. The Book waited with incessant eagerness for a child to torture; another to carry under to its world…A place where all his enslaved, insane, possessed children disappeared to: The deepest, filthiest, most wretched pit of Hell.
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Uhm. Yeah. It needs editing. I've basically finished the plot. Seven pages already, and still going. Might publish in our writer's club. But. -gasp- then I'd look like a nerd. So. Like the poem. Lemme know what you think (: My dear guinea pigs..
<333 Hearts from Jay.
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There is a story about a book whose tales are eerie and chilling. If a person be thick enough to utter aloud its haunting phrases, the bloodstained pages will curse the being that be naïve enough to meddle with its dark magic.
This book, you see, has lain untouched for ages, encased in blankets of accumulated dust. Not a single foolish hand has gone near it since the strange disappearance of Gregory Klein. Its deadly cover slept, as if in a coma, awaiting the night that another child…should they be curious enough…tiptoe with a candle into the library where The Book slumbered, just as Gregory had done. The Book waited with incessant eagerness for a child to torture; another to carry under to its world…A place where all his enslaved, insane, possessed children disappeared to: The deepest, filthiest, most wretched pit of Hell.
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Uhm. Yeah. It needs editing. I've basically finished the plot. Seven pages already, and still going. Might publish in our writer's club. But. -gasp- then I'd look like a nerd. So. Like the poem. Lemme know what you think (: My dear guinea pigs..
<333 Hearts from Jay.