I started writing a bit on chapter two and realized the style was completely different from chapter one. Smoother, for one, but not as serious. I'm not meant to be a serious writer. That doesn't mean I wouldn't very much like to be a professional one... more along the lines of Adams, Pratchett, or Moore, though, rather than Tolkien or Gaiman.
Eh, I know my strengths and it lies in not being very serious about most things.
So I've redone (mostly, almost done) chapter one again and am very happy about it. I'm already sending both versions to a friend for him to look at. If anyone else wants to compare styles, leave a comment.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Frag, I really hate chapter 1s
Yes, I started chapter one over again. However, I finally have it started like I want. Decent hook (I think) that should get the story moving.
It's not quite done, but it's getting there. Although I suppose I could stop it where it's at and start another chapter.
Choices choices choices!
Once I see how long the next part is, I'll decide.
Dia Dhuit!
It's not quite done, but it's getting there. Although I suppose I could stop it where it's at and start another chapter.
Choices choices choices!
Once I see how long the next part is, I'll decide.
Dia Dhuit!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Newspaper article on beer tasting event
Yes, I do a little journalistic work on occasion, too.
http://ee.dominionpost.com/Repository/ml.asp?Locale=english-skin-custom&Mode=GIF&Ref=RFBvc3QvMjAxMC8wOC8xOSNBcjAxNTAw
For some reason the "link" tab isn't working, so you'll have to copy and paste.
http://ee.dominionpost.com/Repository/ml.asp?Locale=english-skin-custom&Mode=GIF&Ref=RFBvc3QvMjAxMC8wOC8xOSNBcjAxNTAw
For some reason the "link" tab isn't working, so you'll have to copy and paste.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Facebook Story -- Thursday after 8:00 a.m. -- The Ending
There are footsteps outside my office door... shambling, faltering footsteps...
Thursday at 8:57am
The whispering! The thrumming! It's growing louder! I swear I can hear snuffling outside my door. There's a green light shining from underneath it, starting to fill my office! Sweet merciful heaven, I can hear them out there!
Thursday at 10:13am
I have tried to barricade my door by pushing desk, chairs, and book cases against it. I've also made sure the door is locked. Whatever is out there is not giving up. The door is shaking. The hinges look like they're about to pop off! I can hear many noises outside. There is more than one 'thing' out there. A nameless dread has been filling my soul. I have nowhere else to go. I cannot run anyway.
Thursday at 10:29am
My time is nearly up. I don't have long now. The chair has been broke, the bookshelf bent. A nearly splintered desk is all that stands between me and my doom. My heart is clenched and my breathing ragged. I can see eyes through the crack in the door. Eyes that shine like the heat of a star, and look just as uncaring and unmerciful.
Thursday at 11:30am
I implore all those who read this. Flee the area! Run away. Take your loved ones and go. Do not let them become something else. Don't let your child or lover be taken by this... this thing. Do not look at them and see yourself reflected as prey to be devoured by the soulless things they've become.
Thursday at 11:31am
The desk is shattered! The door is open! I pray to the heavens above my end will be short lived.
Thursday at 11:33am
Sweet Mother of Heaven... I can't describe the horrific thing that is looking at me. It's here... it's here!
Thursday at 11:36am
Thursday at 8:57am
The whispering! The thrumming! It's growing louder! I swear I can hear snuffling outside my door. There's a green light shining from underneath it, starting to fill my office! Sweet merciful heaven, I can hear them out there!
Thursday at 10:13am
I have tried to barricade my door by pushing desk, chairs, and book cases against it. I've also made sure the door is locked. Whatever is out there is not giving up. The door is shaking. The hinges look like they're about to pop off! I can hear many noises outside. There is more than one 'thing' out there. A nameless dread has been filling my soul. I have nowhere else to go. I cannot run anyway.
Thursday at 10:29am
My time is nearly up. I don't have long now. The chair has been broke, the bookshelf bent. A nearly splintered desk is all that stands between me and my doom. My heart is clenched and my breathing ragged. I can see eyes through the crack in the door. Eyes that shine like the heat of a star, and look just as uncaring and unmerciful.
Thursday at 11:30am
I implore all those who read this. Flee the area! Run away. Take your loved ones and go. Do not let them become something else. Don't let your child or lover be taken by this... this thing. Do not look at them and see yourself reflected as prey to be devoured by the soulless things they've become.
Thursday at 11:31am
The desk is shattered! The door is open! I pray to the heavens above my end will be short lived.
Thursday at 11:33am
Sweet Mother of Heaven... I can't describe the horrific thing that is looking at me. It's here... it's here!
Thursday at 11:36am
Facebook story -- Thursday 7:00 a.m.
We didn't get in the lab until after three this morning. I nearly had to pry Mick out of his chair. Mandy stopped crying a couple of hours before that, and instead has reverted to a near catatonic state. She'll do what she's told, but won't verbally respond or do anything beyond.
Thursday at 7:08am
When we got there, we found Dr. Chapone furiously working at the equipment. He shouted at us to help him before it was too late. If anything, he seemed more frazzled than I. I have to give the old guy some credit, though, at least he wasn't giving in, either. He started to tell us what's going on.
Thursday at 7:10am
Instead of replicating the physical properties of an object, the "replicator" ended up creating some kind of bridge into other dimensions. Dr. Chapone started going on about how many dimensions there really were. He seemed very excited that this project gave him the data to prove how many there actually are, but felt responsible to collapse the dimensional bridge first.
Thursday at 7:13am
He knew something, or somethings, had come across. They had been following him as well. He became very worried when I told him about my experiences.
Thursday at 7:13am
While we were talking, Mick had sat down at his own desk. It seemed that being in a familiar area helped him, as he started to calm down considerably. Mandy had walked over near to the vortex and stood staring at it. Being this near, with its slight humming sound, was keeping the whispering out of my head. I had hoped it was helping her, too.
Thursday at 7:15am
It seemed that between the efforts of Dr. Chapone and Mick, the vortex was starting to slow down and the humming noise grew faint. We all started to become visibly uncomfortable, as the whispering and thrumming sounds returned to our senses, but hopefully it would all go away if we were successful. Within a few seconds, though, Mandy had dropped to her knees and started to scream.
Thursday at 7:19am
I walked over to see how she was doing. As I neared her, the hairs on the back of my neck bristled and I was suddenly seized with the same fear I felt with Dan's mutilated body was nearby. Mandy's head turned around, but whatever was looking at me wasn’t' Mandy any more. Blood dripped from her eyes and the smile on her face was more the rictus of a corpse. She hissed at me and leapt.
Thursday at 7:23am
I managed to get my arms up, but all she did was push me aside anyway. She jumped straight for Dr. Chapone and started to claw at his face and bite at his neck. He screamed and tried to bat her off, but wherever she was getting her strength, it was more than enough to overcome him.
Thursday at 7:25am
I couldn't move, but could only stare in horror and fear as she mutilated him. His cries became less frequent as she tore into him, until he finally stopped struggling, with only one of his hands jerking in spasms.
Thursday at 7:25am
Mandy turned around and I could see corded muscles dangling from her mouth like a bizarre Italian restaurant scene. She smiled at me then. My stomach clenched at the sight. It seemed half the grin of a stalking jungle cat and half the grin of a seductress. Nothing would persuade me to find out which was stronger.
Thursday at 7:27am
Mick had watched the scene in silent horror as well, but was now trying to sneak out through the lab door. Mandy turned on him and shrieked. She jumped up, clearing two desks, and landed in front of the door, blocking his exit. I could see a stain appear on the front of his pants, as he stood rooted in fear.
Thursday at 7:28am
Mandy started to walk towards him, licking her lips, fresh warm blood still dripping from them. With a strangled cry, he turned and ran away from her, straight towards the vortex. He stopped just before it and looked back. Seeing her casually walking towards him with that horrific smile, he turned and looked at me.
Thursday at 7:30am
There was no light left in Mick's eyes. I don't know if he was trying to say good-bye or that he was sorry, and I will never know. After just a moment’s hesitation, he turned back and leapt into the vortex. There was a hideous shredding sound and on the edge of hearing I swear I could hear him scream. Then there was a horrible silence. Then I could hear the sound of Mandy walking towards me.
Thursday at 7:32am
Blindly I reached out and grabbed hold of the nearest object. A large metal cylinder was behind me. It took all my strength, but with overdoses of adrenaline boosting me, I picked it up and hurled it at her, hitting her in the chest and causing her to fall backwards.
Thursday at 7:33am
She had moved slightly more to the vortex and a panicked plan came to mind. I continued picking up objects, as large as I could quickly find, and kept throwing them at her. None of them seemed to hurt her, but she was forced backwards a little more each time. Finally she was nearly touching the swirling bridge between dimensions.
Thursday at 7:34am
I picked up the next object which turned out to be a chair. I grasped it firmly and rushed forward, smashing it into her, pushing her into the vortex. The same ripping sound came through the humming, but instead of a scream of pain, there was a shriek of failure.
Thursday at 7:38am
I fell backwards and landed against a desk. Every nerve was on fire and I could see dots in front of my eyes from over-exertion. I wanted to cry, I wanted to sleep, and I wanted to believe that none of this was real. Then I could hear the laughing.
Thursday at 7:40am
Laughing, loud and shrill, came from the vortex. I could see a hand, red with blood on it, starting to wriggle through the maelstrom of colors. Another hand started to push through, and against all logic and reason, the vortex was pushed wider from the other side.
Thursday at 7:41am
Mandy's head started to appear. Her eyes were glowing and her mouth was smiling wider than humanly possible. My legs took over, overriding my brain, and bolted for the door. I could hear the laughter follow me as I ran down the hall.
Thursday at 7:47am
I have now been cowering in my office for over three hours. The whispering has come back to the edge of hearing and I can still hear the Mandy thing's laughter in my mind.
Thursday at 7:51am
Thursday at 7:08am
When we got there, we found Dr. Chapone furiously working at the equipment. He shouted at us to help him before it was too late. If anything, he seemed more frazzled than I. I have to give the old guy some credit, though, at least he wasn't giving in, either. He started to tell us what's going on.
Thursday at 7:10am
Instead of replicating the physical properties of an object, the "replicator" ended up creating some kind of bridge into other dimensions. Dr. Chapone started going on about how many dimensions there really were. He seemed very excited that this project gave him the data to prove how many there actually are, but felt responsible to collapse the dimensional bridge first.
Thursday at 7:13am
He knew something, or somethings, had come across. They had been following him as well. He became very worried when I told him about my experiences.
Thursday at 7:13am
While we were talking, Mick had sat down at his own desk. It seemed that being in a familiar area helped him, as he started to calm down considerably. Mandy had walked over near to the vortex and stood staring at it. Being this near, with its slight humming sound, was keeping the whispering out of my head. I had hoped it was helping her, too.
Thursday at 7:15am
It seemed that between the efforts of Dr. Chapone and Mick, the vortex was starting to slow down and the humming noise grew faint. We all started to become visibly uncomfortable, as the whispering and thrumming sounds returned to our senses, but hopefully it would all go away if we were successful. Within a few seconds, though, Mandy had dropped to her knees and started to scream.
Thursday at 7:19am
I walked over to see how she was doing. As I neared her, the hairs on the back of my neck bristled and I was suddenly seized with the same fear I felt with Dan's mutilated body was nearby. Mandy's head turned around, but whatever was looking at me wasn’t' Mandy any more. Blood dripped from her eyes and the smile on her face was more the rictus of a corpse. She hissed at me and leapt.
Thursday at 7:23am
I managed to get my arms up, but all she did was push me aside anyway. She jumped straight for Dr. Chapone and started to claw at his face and bite at his neck. He screamed and tried to bat her off, but wherever she was getting her strength, it was more than enough to overcome him.
Thursday at 7:25am
I couldn't move, but could only stare in horror and fear as she mutilated him. His cries became less frequent as she tore into him, until he finally stopped struggling, with only one of his hands jerking in spasms.
Thursday at 7:25am
Mandy turned around and I could see corded muscles dangling from her mouth like a bizarre Italian restaurant scene. She smiled at me then. My stomach clenched at the sight. It seemed half the grin of a stalking jungle cat and half the grin of a seductress. Nothing would persuade me to find out which was stronger.
Thursday at 7:27am
Mick had watched the scene in silent horror as well, but was now trying to sneak out through the lab door. Mandy turned on him and shrieked. She jumped up, clearing two desks, and landed in front of the door, blocking his exit. I could see a stain appear on the front of his pants, as he stood rooted in fear.
Thursday at 7:28am
Mandy started to walk towards him, licking her lips, fresh warm blood still dripping from them. With a strangled cry, he turned and ran away from her, straight towards the vortex. He stopped just before it and looked back. Seeing her casually walking towards him with that horrific smile, he turned and looked at me.
Thursday at 7:30am
There was no light left in Mick's eyes. I don't know if he was trying to say good-bye or that he was sorry, and I will never know. After just a moment’s hesitation, he turned back and leapt into the vortex. There was a hideous shredding sound and on the edge of hearing I swear I could hear him scream. Then there was a horrible silence. Then I could hear the sound of Mandy walking towards me.
Thursday at 7:32am
Blindly I reached out and grabbed hold of the nearest object. A large metal cylinder was behind me. It took all my strength, but with overdoses of adrenaline boosting me, I picked it up and hurled it at her, hitting her in the chest and causing her to fall backwards.
Thursday at 7:33am
She had moved slightly more to the vortex and a panicked plan came to mind. I continued picking up objects, as large as I could quickly find, and kept throwing them at her. None of them seemed to hurt her, but she was forced backwards a little more each time. Finally she was nearly touching the swirling bridge between dimensions.
Thursday at 7:34am
I picked up the next object which turned out to be a chair. I grasped it firmly and rushed forward, smashing it into her, pushing her into the vortex. The same ripping sound came through the humming, but instead of a scream of pain, there was a shriek of failure.
Thursday at 7:38am
I fell backwards and landed against a desk. Every nerve was on fire and I could see dots in front of my eyes from over-exertion. I wanted to cry, I wanted to sleep, and I wanted to believe that none of this was real. Then I could hear the laughing.
Thursday at 7:40am
Laughing, loud and shrill, came from the vortex. I could see a hand, red with blood on it, starting to wriggle through the maelstrom of colors. Another hand started to push through, and against all logic and reason, the vortex was pushed wider from the other side.
Thursday at 7:41am
Mandy's head started to appear. Her eyes were glowing and her mouth was smiling wider than humanly possible. My legs took over, overriding my brain, and bolted for the door. I could hear the laughter follow me as I ran down the hall.
Thursday at 7:47am
I have now been cowering in my office for over three hours. The whispering has come back to the edge of hearing and I can still hear the Mandy thing's laughter in my mind.
Thursday at 7:51am
Facebook story -- Wednesday evening
I've found Mick and Mandy. They've been hiding in Mick's office since the vortex opened. They ventured to the lab once, and found it still swirling, with everyone completely ignoring it. They've had the same things happen to them, as I've had to me. People staring at them, being followed, and hearing sounds. Mandy has obviously been crying and Mick just sits next to the window, peeking out from the drawn curtain.
Wednesday at 5:27pm
My heart is still nearly frozen, but I can feel it thawing. We're going to have to do something soon. I'm going to see if the two of them will help me get into the lab so we can try and make it go away. If they aren't willing to work the equipment themselves, I'll have to try myself; although that means using a blunt instrument instead of knowledge.
Wednesday at 5:29pm
I think I have them convinced. Tonight at midnight, we're going into the lab. Hopefully we can shut it down. I hope the other two can keep their courage up. Mandy is starting to sob again. She keeps whispering that she can hear it. Whatever "it" is, she hasn't shared with us. She's too scared. Honestly, right now I’m nearly too scared to hear what it is, too.
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Wednesday at 9:25pm
Wednesday at 5:27pm
My heart is still nearly frozen, but I can feel it thawing. We're going to have to do something soon. I'm going to see if the two of them will help me get into the lab so we can try and make it go away. If they aren't willing to work the equipment themselves, I'll have to try myself; although that means using a blunt instrument instead of knowledge.
Wednesday at 5:29pm
I think I have them convinced. Tonight at midnight, we're going into the lab. Hopefully we can shut it down. I hope the other two can keep their courage up. Mandy is starting to sob again. She keeps whispering that she can hear it. Whatever "it" is, she hasn't shared with us. She's too scared. Honestly, right now I’m nearly too scared to hear what it is, too.
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Wednesday at 9:25pm
Facebook story -- Wednesday morning
I don't have long. Ever since I escaped, I've been followed. I can hear footsteps and breathing next to me wherever I go. Many of the university city's transients are following me around, their eyes empty and soulless. One of them even screeches as she gets close. I've done nothing but run. Right now I'm hiding under an overpass. At least my jogging has made me faster than the homeless.
Wednesday at 10:16am
I don't know if I want to share what happened as I escaped from the darkened room that held me trapped. The thing that was on the other side finally managed to open the door. As it swung in, the terror in my soul increased dramatically. There was a figure outlined in the noxious green light. Only man sized, but it was hunched over its arms were crumpled up. It let out a small moan and looked up into my eyes.
Wednesday at 10:18am
Heaven help me, but I had to make a break for it. Steeling myself the best I could, I took control of my body away from the fear that had been gripping it and ran forward. I caught the thing off guard and managed to push it into the door way. I slipped on some foul liquid and went sprawling on the floor, but thankfully I managed to go past the thing.
Wednesday at 10:19am
As I tried to get to my feet, I heard it scream at me. A horrible bird like call that pierced my ears. I looked up at it as I scrambled up off my knees. Its face had been torn into and was a jangled mess of flesh and muscle and bone. Jaw bone was showing through its cheek and its throat was a mess of gashes. Its arms had been broken in many places, which is why they were hanging so oddly.
Wednesday at 10:21am
But it was still alive! I could see the gleam in its eyes that spoke of pain and a desire for an end. I wish I could say I was brave enough to have given the thing the end it wanted, but I fled. My courage had been expended and I couldn't say. The final straw for me, that made me flee? It was Dan!
Wednesday at 10:22am
I can hear the breathing again... next to my ear... I'm so tired... but must run again.
Wednesday at 10:22am
Wednesday at 10:16am
I don't know if I want to share what happened as I escaped from the darkened room that held me trapped. The thing that was on the other side finally managed to open the door. As it swung in, the terror in my soul increased dramatically. There was a figure outlined in the noxious green light. Only man sized, but it was hunched over its arms were crumpled up. It let out a small moan and looked up into my eyes.
Wednesday at 10:18am
Heaven help me, but I had to make a break for it. Steeling myself the best I could, I took control of my body away from the fear that had been gripping it and ran forward. I caught the thing off guard and managed to push it into the door way. I slipped on some foul liquid and went sprawling on the floor, but thankfully I managed to go past the thing.
Wednesday at 10:19am
As I tried to get to my feet, I heard it scream at me. A horrible bird like call that pierced my ears. I looked up at it as I scrambled up off my knees. Its face had been torn into and was a jangled mess of flesh and muscle and bone. Jaw bone was showing through its cheek and its throat was a mess of gashes. Its arms had been broken in many places, which is why they were hanging so oddly.
Wednesday at 10:21am
But it was still alive! I could see the gleam in its eyes that spoke of pain and a desire for an end. I wish I could say I was brave enough to have given the thing the end it wanted, but I fled. My courage had been expended and I couldn't say. The final straw for me, that made me flee? It was Dan!
Wednesday at 10:22am
I can hear the breathing again... next to my ear... I'm so tired... but must run again.
Wednesday at 10:22am
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