Her whispered answer still rested on red kissable lips, “My name isn’t Dorianda,” she had protested weakly, wishing it was, “Its Tina, Tina Jones.” He wheedled, “It can be Dorianda, or any other pretty, exotic name you desire. Imagine my dear one, imagine for but one moment that you are Dorianda, everyone’s darling. Imagine that [...] read more »
This Monday I bring you what is probably one of the most underrated of creepypastas: Abandoned by Disney. I swear to God, I was hearing Mickey's screwed up voice in my head for days after I read this. DAYS.*shudder*You won't regret reading it. Or maybe you will. That's the point after all, isn't it?
Here's a reading of it on Youtube by MrCreepypasta.The scariest part of all of this? Disney does this shit all the time.And they always have a perfect little alibi every time. That's the only reason why th... read more »
The first monthly analysis of my time, following the example of the earlier weekly stats.
Target was eight stories submitted for contest and magazines. I achieved four, two to each. Halfway there, so not a complete loss.
Six books read and reviewed. A reasonable success, considering I had aimed at one per week. So, ahead of the game here.
Four blog posts written and posted. On target for this one.
Five Chapters of the fantasy edited. Not as much as I would have liked, but a reasonable amount of w... read more »
I cleared my throat, “Anna,” I did my best to keep my voice unemotional, “I don’t see what you’re so upset about. They’re just kids playing doctor. The way you yelled, you’d think Brian was a mass murderer, instead of a boy full of natural curiosity.” She snarled, “It’s just like you to try and [...] read more »
TRAS LA MÁSCARA
De repente esa imagen me resulta extraña. Círculos verde claro como los de ciertos dibujos animados japoneses. Sin las pestañas postizas impresionan como cuadros futuristas, incomprensibles, enmarcados por unos finos arcos dibujados con lápiz negro que no acusan movimiento alguno. Viejas persianas, ahora abiertas con desmesura, sorprendidas. Nunca antes las vi llorando y ahora desprenden gotas densas, pegajosas y negras.
Sobre el mentón distingo un rojo corazón de rouge, menos ancho q... read more »
HideI will shut my mouth and hide behind my eyes. Alone I sit on this bus. staring out the window. I miss my daddy. I miss my friends. The kids on this bus are rude and loud. I feel small and invisible. Unseen by anyone. I will shut my mouth and hide behind my eyes. Alone I sit in this car. Staring out the window. I miss my daddy. I miss my friends. My mom is trying not to cry. I wish I could comfort her. I feel small and powerless. Unable to do anything. I will shut my mouth and hide behind my eyes. Alo... read more »
“I’ll get even with the bitch,” I promised myself. ‘Tomorrow I’ll put all the sordid details of our little fling into my column. Then we’ll see how long our strait-laced Prime Minister keeps you in his cabinet.” Over-and-over the story went in my mind, as I drove to my favourite watering hole, The Steer and [...] read more »
Le sirvió un mate dulce y espumoso. El gaucho Méndez no dijo nada y miró pa’arriba, como desentendiéndose. Sabía, como buen pampeano sureño el significado que tenía: la Rosario estaba muerta de amor por él y le era fiel. Pero el corazón del hombre pertenecía a otra desde ya no sabía cuándo. Mateó él y se quedó oteando las nubes negras que corrían hacia ellos como zaino desbocado. Dijo: —se viene la lluvia—, y le alcanzó el mate frío. La paisana supo que la rechazaba.
—Ahora déme un amargo y váy... read more »
I'm going to give every day that I make a new post on the blog a theme to try and encourage myself to write more. I really need to build up the amount of posts, and I also need to write more often. Way, way more often. A couple of sentences on a bad day and maybe half a chapter of a story on a good day isn't cutting it, and everybody knows there's nothing better for your writing than putting limits on it. You know...like those writing prompts that tell you to write something without using certain vowels ... read more »
I had been immunized against the bug and this is received through all the amazing lessons life hands you on a platter. I had a boyfriend when it was a taboo to have one. I was 17. Our first meeting was as ordinary as it gets. I went on a stroll which was not uncommon those days on our estate, and there came this young man driving his father’s car.He stopped, chatted with me for a while and I wonder what he said that made me get into his car and have him drop me off. He called the intercom and we talked a... read more »