Author Topic: I get a life.  (Read 4446 times)

Im want to do something with emergency services. Like Fire, police, ex. So computers dont really help at all. Oh well.

Try-outs for the school team. I dont know what the "en-list" thing was about...
I want to be a Horror Artist or Writer. Just my dream ;)

How good are you at it? Sample? A lot of my friends say that I would be a decent horror writer because I have a "Twisted Mind"... I want to compare to know if I'm actually a psyco...

How good are you at it? Sample? A lot of my friends say that I would be a decent horror writer because I have a "Twisted Mind"... I want to compare to know if I'm actually a psyco...
Here's a sample of a story I'm writing. And I don't have any drawings with me so, here is the second chapter:

Quote from: The Bell.txt
Peter and Jackson sprinted across the sandy beach in the eerie moonlight, they weren't about to get laughed at because they believed in a stupid curse. They stepped inside the cave as they were instructed, and walked over to the giant, moss covered bell. With all their strength, they lifted the bell out of the rocks that littered the cave, and carried it slowly out on to the beach.

"This is so dumb..." mumbled Peter.
"I know, i'd like to see the curse stop us." replied Jackson.

   As the boys carried the bell across the beach, Peter looked out over the sea, at first he thought it was his eyes, but now he was sure of it, he saw figures slowly climbing out of the water and getting closer. Peter was to scared to say a word, it was like his brain only knew two things, walk, and carry the bell. Then the figures got close enough to see who, or what they were, they were pirates, dead pirates, most of them had frayed or worn clothes, in which it distinguished plenty of ivory white bone. They moved silently, and quickly towards the boys. Out of fear, Peter let go of the bell and ran. Jackson let the bell drop and watch Peter run off, puzzled he called,

"You're chickening out?!"

   Peter couldn't answer, he just ran. He turned around as he heard Jackson scream, all Peter could do was stand there and gape in horror as the pirates grabbed him, and dragged him down the beach and into the sea.

Here's a sample of a story I'm writing. And I don't have any drawings with me so, here is the second chapter:


Peter is a jerk. ;) Nice story. Reminds me of Goosebumps.

I want to be a Horror Artist or Writer. Just my dream ;)

Yeah, my dream is deffinatly to join some form of emergency service. Its an exciting job and I get to help people. Ever since I was helped when I was in a car accident, its been a dream of mine to one day help someone else in that situation.

Yeah, my dream is deffinatly to join some form of emergency service. Its an exciting job and I get to help people. Ever since I was helped when I was in a car accident, its been a dream of mine to one day help someone else in that situation.

Bloody-guts freak the crap out of me.  Not to a point of fainting, just throwing up. And it's not really the sight of the actual things, it more me thinking about how they got exposed... *Shivers* You got balls in my book. Not really sure what my dream is yet. But hey, I still got quite a bit of time...

Well today is a great day, I just enlisted in football, and I realized that I'm on my damn laptop to much. So, i'll be on my computer a lot less. So yeah I guess.

Lol me 2, what are you going to play? Im going to probably play defence cause im big. I weigh 144 (im 13) and like less than 15% is body fat (dont wanna be called fattass)



Gamers have lots of lives. :D


Many people think that I sit at my computer all day and never go outside. They are wrong because I often have to go to Gamestop when I can't get a game on steam.

I hate football. I'm good at it but I hate it. Same with soccer.

I have a 1 rule life:

Rule one:
Take the easy way out for EVERYTHING.
Lemme get you a handgun then.