I have been reading Steven King's After Sunset Stories, but it started off with a story about a group of ghost that don't realize that they are dead. They believe that they are waiting for a train, but what really happened was that there was a crash and they were killed. The main character loses is wife and he goes looking for her. Wait! you should read it yourself it's called "Willa" I think that I'm combining to different stories, I don't want to confuse you. This is a really good story. There is so much to read that I want to read it all, but I don't have the time any more. All I do now is read for school, and only for school. Not much time to write my idea's out on paper. I always wanted to write a short story about a killer clown that eats people, or a crazy swat officer that snaps and kills everyone around him. The number one thing that I wanted to write was the transformation of a human to a vampire. Now I wrote some stories, but I didn't want to put them on my blog. I think at this point in my life I'm all about the scary shit. There hasn't been to many movies out there that has really scared me. Most of them are just fucking stupid, my favorite show Supernatural has better writing then these movies. Let me give you some examples; One Missed Call not scary, the plot was dumb, looks like Final Destination. The Mirrors, it didn't go anywhere, and it wasn't very scary. I'm saying bringing in a demon, but where did this demon come from? Why is there only one? I don't know if I want to see My Bloody Valentine 3D. I know Jensen Ackles is in it, but the movie looks like a copy cat of many others. I saw the preview for the remake of Friday the 13th and it looks pretty good, but I still don't know. I might go to the theatres to see it.
Please tell me what you think! Read the book, see the movies if you have not. I want to here what you think. If you have any questions ask them.
rain falls from the blackness in the sky, the water soaks the earth. here we stay a float, but slowly we are drowning. the mud grabs us by the ankles, pulling us into the ground. everyday is a struggle to move. With all of these days, we carry out this weight, walking closer to the pavement. we tippy toe across the marsh, crashing faster each time. crushed to our knees, our hearts slow to a beat. we question our strength, savoring every last drop, like the very last scotch. and at the end of the day, when the moon covers the view. your soft hand pressures, then squeeze’s these muscles and slowly cracks the bones, you push down upon me, I pray you don’t break me. With all the pain and agony, we continue to push forward, but we question our lives, always struggling to stand up straight. fearing our inevitable fate. carrying this horrible weight. Note; In all honesty this is about the world and the struggle to live, have faith in God, but the weight some t...
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