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*squees and flaps hands*They all sound amazing, Eris! Honestly. Can't wait for you to post your stuff:D
Yeah, really looking forward to reading all of the things that you post.
Yes, Eris, yesssss. Gives us your writings to reads. But seriously. *bounces excitedly* So excited to read what you post!
Awwwww, thank you Jo, Ethan, and Ellie. *hugs you all* You guys are too kind. Hope to have fun with this.
Wow, you guys have "Moderator" in a brown box next to your names now! That's new!
Yeah, that's a new aspect to GR. I don't really see what it matters, but hey...
It doesn't, it's just new. Now I'll have to adjust so my eyeballs can stop bugging out over it. :DAlso, gave Napoleon some Chai tea today. He liked it! It is really tasty. ^_^
Yeah, i don't know what's up with the brown boxes. i don't mind though.
Ethan wrote: "Yeah, i don't know what's up with the brown boxes. i don't mind though."Me neither. It reminds everyone that the Moderators are in the house. Not a bad thing. ^_^
Yeah, it does make them behave more, I think.
Ah, that makes sense. Kinda hard on the eyes, though.
Elevetha wrote: "Ah, that makes sense. Kinda hard on the eyes, though."My thoughts, too. Just gotta get used to it, I guess.
Also, your comment bars are a sort of sand color, and mine are a brown-green. Interesting.
yeah, I noticed that as well. It trips me out in my peripheral vision.
I guess I should put some writing here. Just to actually make it what it's supposed to be for.This is an older story. I've had it up on GR before, but hey, I'll put it here. You might notice that I began every single sentence with the letters of the alphabet in order. ABCD... etc., all the way through. It was fun. I wrote it when I was fifteen or sixteen.
"Afternoons are a good time to die. Because you’re nice and warm, not freezing you butt off at night, like when my best-friend Stephanie died last year of exposure. Canada is like that. Dreadful nights, but the afternoons are okay.
Eating a ton of Cheetos before I died was probably not a smart idea to do, though. Filling your pathetic mouth with a food that you are allergic was not my brightest idea – I guess that is how I died. Go figure.
How my mother found me was also pretty embarrassing. I was sprawled in front of the TV, with my hand digging into the plastic bag, my eyes bugging out, and spit soaked Cheetos coming out of my mouth like I was puking. Judge Judy was yelling at some chick on television, and I strongly suspect that she might have also been yelling at me. Kind of appropriate, actually.
Laughing, my mom thought I was joking at first, and she told me to put my food back in my mouth. Mom walked over to me, rolling her eyeballs, and shaking her head at gross teenagers – then she got to where I was slouched, and she read the label on the plastic bag clutched in my putrefying fist. Nobody could understand what my mom shouted at that moment, not the neighbors who heard her screams, not my older sister coming in from the hall, and not our pet parrot who nested beside the television. Only I could.
“Poor me!” is what my mom shouted. Quite right, isn’t she? Realizing that I, her youngest daughter, her slovenly teenaged girl, was dead, her first thoughts were immediately about herself. She certainly has her priorities all set – parents before children, even in death. That was always the agreement in our house, but I never thought she was serious. Unfortunately, I was wrong.
Violets will be strewn over my grave by my mother – violets mean faithfulness in the Language of Flowers, and my mother will play the part of a faithful mother, grieved by her daughter’s death. What my mother doesn’t know is that I know what she said. Xenophobia, arachnophobia, acrophobia, hydrophobia – the list of fears goes on and on, but there will be only one fear that my mother will have to deal with. Yesterday, at my funeral, I almost felt sorry for what I was going to do to my mom as she was sobbing quite artfully. Zealous artifice will not save her though, because her fate will be one made by me – spectrophobia – a fear of ghosts."
It's my mom's favorite story for some reason. XD
*claps* I like it! Esp. the last paragraph.
Thank you! *bows* I love the macabre. :D
At the beginning i was like "meh" but then I read the bit about alphabetizing thingies and I was all "I'll never be that good." So yeah.
It's a really good challenge! I, too, am not extremely proud of this piece, but hey, it was fun to do, and making a story starting with the alphabet is a lovely exercise.You should give it go if you want, Ethan!
yeah, I dunno... I have a new book idea in mind, and I think i want to focus on that. It's all super secret right now, because it's so preliminary, but I'll tell you guys about it first, probably.
Oooooooh, ahhhhhhhhhh! Sounds brilliant. ^_^ Can't wait to hear about it!
Eris Maximilian Vakarian wrote: "So I got a thing.Thought it might be easier for mah homies to read my stuff if they cared to.
We'll see if I use this thing. I hope to.
Current Projects:
AD ASTRA thingy
Book 1: Light From ..."
Brilliant titles! They sound great!
(And your writing is pretty good! The beginning - I'll concur with Ethan - is sort of meh to me but the ending is really good!
"Spectrophobia - the fear of ghosts."
Dramatic! Intriguing!
Downright good ;).
Haha, I read that a while back on your profile, Eris, but I read it again. Fantastic! :D
Thought it might be easier for mah homies to read my stuff if they cared to.
We'll see if I use this thing. I hope to.
Current Projects:
AD ASTRA thingy
Book 1: Light From a Future Star (Future Novel)
Book 2: The Nightingale Has Fallen (Jellyfish Novel)
Book 3: ((Only remotely thinking about it.))
None of those titles are for realsies. I just dubbed them that to give me an idea of what they're about in my head. And no, I've barely gotten far in them. Well... I have and I haven't.
I am most definitely not a professional. Yet.