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Imascribble
7Mins Each
2
ISSUES
What Happens Next?
Updated Jun 20, 2019
PG-13
2
374
0
Tragedy
Inspirational

This is an experimental side project I've been working on after some urging from a friend to write my story down. It's a full account of my struggles associated with my older sister's suicide, both leading up to and after her death. It is my hope that it helps at least one person realize that bits of light can shine through in even the darkest moments.

The response I get from this is going to determine if I continue with it or not, so I encourage you to let me know if this is something worth reading about.

Trigger warnings abound including self-harm, depression, suicide, and probably others.

Also, feel free to give me title suggestions. My friend came up with it but I'm not sure it fits.

Memoir
Tragedy
Inspirational
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What Happens Next?

This is an experimental side project I've been working on after some urging from a friend to write my story down. It's a full account of my struggles associated with my older sister's suicide, both leading up to and after her death. It is my hope that it helps at least one person realize that bits of light can shine through in even the darkest moments.

The response I get from this is going to determine if I continue with it or not, so I encourage you to let me know if this is something worth reading about.

Trigger warnings abound including self-harm, depression, suicide, and probably others.

Also, feel free to give me title suggestions. My friend came up with it but I'm not sure it fits.

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Oliver
5Mins Each
5
ISSUES
Yesterday Was Grey
Updated Mar 11, 2019
PG
4
831
0
Dystopia
Humor

Your standard post apocalyptic setting: Ash covers the earth, a small community hunkers down in an old power station tower and a girl from the past with bright blue eyes awakens, blind to the world around her. Joined by a gang of not so talkative survivors and one very talkative one, they must traverse this bleak grey world, devoid of colour, and maybe in the process inject a bit of life back into it. Because when things are grey, all you can try and do is see the bright side. Course it's not always so easy.

Sci-Fiction
Dystopia
Humor
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Yesterday Was Grey

Your standard post apocalyptic setting: Ash covers the earth, a small community hunkers down in an old power station tower and a girl from the past with bright blue eyes awakens, blind to the world around her. Joined by a gang of not so talkative survivors and one very talkative one, they must traverse this bleak grey world, devoid of colour, and maybe in the process inject a bit of life back into it. Because when things are grey, all you can try and do is see the bright side. Course it's not always so easy.

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Korina Allen Hornbuckle
3Mins Each
4
ISSUES
Mistaken Book 1 of The Close Call Series
Updated Sep 25, 2018
PG
0
457
0
Adventure
Short Story

This book is currently published on Amazon!  16yr old Caitlyn; walking home in the pouring rain. A man in a beat up, red truck offering a free ride.And a bad feeling inside, that sends her running without looking back. The decisions you make could save your life!Will she make the right ones?

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Mistaken Book 1 of The Close Call Series

This book is currently published on Amazon!  16yr old Caitlyn; walking home in the pouring rain. A man in a beat up, red truck offering a free ride.And a bad feeling inside, that sends her running without looking back. The decisions you make could save your life!Will she make the right ones?

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KatieKaty
15Mins Each
5
ISSUES
The Wishing Tree
Updated Aug 29, 2018
PG
1
1541
0
Angst
Fantasy

Candy was eleven years old when a horrible tragedy turned her life upside down. Now she is back to tell her story - a story of love, loss, and very real magic. And perhaps she has time for one more wish... before it is too late.

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The Wishing Tree

Candy was eleven years old when a horrible tragedy turned her life upside down. Now she is back to tell her story - a story of love, loss, and very real magic. And perhaps she has time for one more wish... before it is too late.

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StormieMcNeal
1Min Each
2
ISSUES
Daily Warm Ups
Updated May 16, 2018
PG-13
4
512
2
Short Story
Prose

I attempt to write a story or a story snippet in under 100 words every day, to warm up the writing juices. Some of them may become stories in the future. Some of them... just stay here. Just thought I would post these.

*cover by me*

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Daily Warm Ups

I attempt to write a story or a story snippet in under 100 words every day, to warm up the writing juices. Some of them may become stories in the future. Some of them... just stay here. Just thought I would post these.

*cover by me*

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Duntry
7Mins Each
1
ISSUE
What could I do for her
Updated Feb 1, 2018
G
0
524
0
Parody
Sarcasm

I was praying in the dark empty church when the man walked up to me and told me he’s an angel.

“Yea?” I asked.

“Yea.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to give you a chance to turn your shit around.”

“Yea?”

“Yea.”

"But why?"

"I figure this is the only way to get you out of here," he said.

The angel looked rough, with faded scars and scrapes all over his face. He wore no shoes, and his jeans and shirt were torn beyond logic. Do angels wear those? Well, I didn't care, I had my own problems. There's this iBanker who drove an Audi trying to ask my girlfriend out, and I was helpless. I worked as a postman, drove nothing, owned nothing, and it seemed to me that my girlfriend was getting tired of me. But I couldn't let her go; my parents were getting old and worried, and she's my only chance for marriage. That's why I started coming to church a few weeks ago and prayed till my voice cracked. My luck didn't turn, the guy was still going strong, my girlfriend still picking on my job my income my everything. Sure, I did feel somewhat better after all these prayers, knowing that at least there's someone to blame when things fell through. But still, I was willing to gamble.

"So what do I do?" I asked the angel.

He gave me the instruction and left. I went home and told my parents about it. My dad was a cook, my mum a housewife. They had little enough education to revere the Western theologies and thus were thrilled about the deal and the angel. They went out and bought a chicken to celebrate. I called my girlfriend and told her what happened.

"You sure it worked?" She asked. In her voice there's an excitement that I hadn't heard in a long time.

"Yes. I'm sure. Babe, I love you. We're gonna work out."

"Sure. Hey, I gotta go. I have to take care of a few things," she said, and hung up. That whole night she didn't message me or call me and I couldn't sleep.

Next day I went to the giant trash can down the street, looking for a cockroach. I was afraid of cockroahes but the angel said that only by overcoming my fear could I find the path towards eternal happiness. So when I saw one I grabbed it as quickly as I could, then broke half its legs, ate them and let out a fart, one that would rise till it joins the cloud and becomes part of it, according to the plan.

I was looking at the trail of my fart curling up toward sky when the angel walked up to me.

“I got it! I got it!” I screamed at the angel.

“For fuck's sake, just chill. It’s just a start.”

The angel had me go down to the grocery store and ask for the longest ladder in the world. I told Billy the shop owner about my plan, and the reason that gave birth to such a plan. Billy dropped his head in contemplation.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yes, I'm sure.”

A fan whirled above us but gave no wind.  Bill was 60 and I was 25 and I didn’t expect him to understand me, or the generation that bred me. Petty middle-class moaning of our generations paled in comparison with the life-and-death concerns of theirs. But still.

Soon he went in to the store room. There's sound of many things dropping on the ground. Then he came back out with the ladder.  I paid and left with the ladder. I let the changes sit on the counter, getting the no-wind.

I started climbing toward sky. People were gathering along the street now, talking, cheering for me. Dad and mom were there, being the cheer leaders. I didn't see my girlfriend though. Maybe she'd only come at the end. Didn't matter. Once I came back down things would change.

The ladder was good quality work, it didn’t jerk once during the first million steps. But the trip itself was bad: there’s no chance for rest or chicken-out. I didn’t even get to take selfies, for my hands got so sweaty that I had to cling to the ladder with both hands. The birds and eagles and UFO were circling around me and sometimes charging at me, and from certain height on up the air pressure started squeezing my heart like a poor bug caught by a bad kid. My biceps ached and trembled. I couldn't hear the people anymore. I could only think of my girlfriend and the way she would look when I gave her the gift.

But after another million steps and the ladder started to shake. I didn’t know why. I cursed and climbed on. Twice my right hand slipped and I almost fell. Man, I nearly spitted my heart out. A plane passed and I saw a baby inside with no hair laughing at me. I pushed myself up and continued to curse.

It’s the angel who's shaking the ladder, as it turned out. I was about one thousand steps from where he was, sitting at the top of the ladders with a beer in hand, drinking, shaking the ladder.

“Why are you doing this!" I screamed.

“I am bored."

Then I was there, winded, my body compressed like a butterfly specimen, but I was stunned by the vastness and beauty of the cloud. It was dense, smoky, misty, and I was right in the middle of it. The sun came through but was filtered down into some sort of a holy light. It's better than the kind of heaven I used to dream about.

The angel came forward and grabbed my arm and tossed me out of the ladder. I thought I was dying, but when I fell upon the cloud I didn't fall through. The cloud was soft, but didn't break. I rolled around and around, screaming, and crying. I was here, finally. I thought about my girl, my marriage.

“You want a beer?” the angel asked.

“No. I gotta run back down now. My girlfriend’s probably here by this time.”

The angel shrugged and brought me to the part of the cloud that belonged to me. It’s very discernible because it’s a statue of me and my girlfriend. We’re in our wedding gown standing side by side, looking at each other, her arm around mine, tight.

“It’s beautiful,” I said.

The angel sat on the cloud and took a long pull from his bottle and didn’t answer. I plucked the cloud-statue out and told the angel that I was ready. He took his time taking a last pull before standing up. He threw the can away and spitted on the cloud. The spit hissed on the cloud and disappeared, no trace left.

"Can I move in here with my girlfriend?" I asked the angel.

"Why?"

"It's beautiful here."

"It depends."

"Depends on what?"

"Your girlfriend," the angel said. Then he gave out a long whistle that almost deafened me and a giant cockroach was summoned up.

“Ready?” the cockroach said to the angle.

“You’re ready?” the angel said to me.

“I don’t know what to say,” I said. We got on the cockroach and slowly it circled its way down. Its wings flapped frantically but soundlessly. I touched its skin. It's smooth, like it’d been varnished. I bent down for a closer look. Man, was it clean, was it stainless. I felt sorry for all the fellow cockroaches that had their lives taken by my plump hands.

We touched ground and the streets were flooded with people. They're singing the national anthem, applauding, the cats and dogs making fierce love, the tigers and elephants and dragons running wild and around. My parents were on their knees, crying.

Then I saw her. As I walked toward her people backed off to make space for me.

The iBanker was standing next to her. He's in suit and tie, an iPad in one hand.

I ignored the guy and knelt down before her.

"Here it is,” I held out the statue to her.

She took it and without looking at it she passed the thing to the iBanker. He looked at it, put it on the floor and scanned the thing with his iPad. I was on my knees, waiting. The world was waiting.

“Any buyer?” she asked the guy after a while.

“No.”

“Let’s wait.”

And we waited. After a few hours people started leaving. There’re no more songs, no more cheering, the cats and dogs started to separate and chase and yell and hate at each other. The cockroach and angel were nowhere to be seen. My parents were still there though, on their knees, but no longer crying, they're watching us, their mouths gaping. I looked back at my girlfriend, who’s looking at the iPad while the cloud-statue stood beside her. I wondered if there’s anything else I could do for her.

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What could I do for her

I was praying in the dark empty church when the man walked up to me and told me he’s an angel.

“Yea?” I asked.

“Yea.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to give you a chance to turn your shit around.”

“Yea?”

“Yea.”

"But why?"

"I figure this is the only way to get you out of here," he said.

The angel looked rough, with faded scars and scrapes all over his face. He wore no shoes, and his jeans and shirt were torn beyond logic. Do angels wear those? Well, I didn't care, I had my own problems. There's this iBanker who drove an Audi trying to ask my girlfriend out, and I was helpless. I worked as a postman, drove nothing, owned nothing, and it seemed to me that my girlfriend was getting tired of me. But I couldn't let her go; my parents were getting old and worried, and she's my only chance for marriage. That's why I started coming to church a few weeks ago and prayed till my voice cracked. My luck didn't turn, the guy was still going strong, my girlfriend still picking on my job my income my everything. Sure, I did feel somewhat better after all these prayers, knowing that at least there's someone to blame when things fell through. But still, I was willing to gamble.

"So what do I do?" I asked the angel.

He gave me the instruction and left. I went home and told my parents about it. My dad was a cook, my mum a housewife. They had little enough education to revere the Western theologies and thus were thrilled about the deal and the angel. They went out and bought a chicken to celebrate. I called my girlfriend and told her what happened.

"You sure it worked?" She asked. In her voice there's an excitement that I hadn't heard in a long time.

"Yes. I'm sure. Babe, I love you. We're gonna work out."

"Sure. Hey, I gotta go. I have to take care of a few things," she said, and hung up. That whole night she didn't message me or call me and I couldn't sleep.

Next day I went to the giant trash can down the street, looking for a cockroach. I was afraid of cockroahes but the angel said that only by overcoming my fear could I find the path towards eternal happiness. So when I saw one I grabbed it as quickly as I could, then broke half its legs, ate them and let out a fart, one that would rise till it joins the cloud and becomes part of it, according to the plan.

I was looking at the trail of my fart curling up toward sky when the angel walked up to me.

“I got it! I got it!” I screamed at the angel.

“For fuck's sake, just chill. It’s just a start.”

The angel had me go down to the grocery store and ask for the longest ladder in the world. I told Billy the shop owner about my plan, and the reason that gave birth to such a plan. Billy dropped his head in contemplation.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yes, I'm sure.”

A fan whirled above us but gave no wind.  Bill was 60 and I was 25 and I didn’t expect him to understand me, or the generation that bred me. Petty middle-class moaning of our generations paled in comparison with the life-and-death concerns of theirs. But still.

Soon he went in to the store room. There's sound of many things dropping on the ground. Then he came back out with the ladder.  I paid and left with the ladder. I let the changes sit on the counter, getting the no-wind.

I started climbing toward sky. People were gathering along the street now, talking, cheering for me. Dad and mom were there, being the cheer leaders. I didn't see my girlfriend though. Maybe she'd only come at the end. Didn't matter. Once I came back down things would change.

The ladder was good quality work, it didn’t jerk once during the first million steps. But the trip itself was bad: there’s no chance for rest or chicken-out. I didn’t even get to take selfies, for my hands got so sweaty that I had to cling to the ladder with both hands. The birds and eagles and UFO were circling around me and sometimes charging at me, and from certain height on up the air pressure started squeezing my heart like a poor bug caught by a bad kid. My biceps ached and trembled. I couldn't hear the people anymore. I could only think of my girlfriend and the way she would look when I gave her the gift.

But after another million steps and the ladder started to shake. I didn’t know why. I cursed and climbed on. Twice my right hand slipped and I almost fell. Man, I nearly spitted my heart out. A plane passed and I saw a baby inside with no hair laughing at me. I pushed myself up and continued to curse.

It’s the angel who's shaking the ladder, as it turned out. I was about one thousand steps from where he was, sitting at the top of the ladders with a beer in hand, drinking, shaking the ladder.

“Why are you doing this!" I screamed.

“I am bored."

Then I was there, winded, my body compressed like a butterfly specimen, but I was stunned by the vastness and beauty of the cloud. It was dense, smoky, misty, and I was right in the middle of it. The sun came through but was filtered down into some sort of a holy light. It's better than the kind of heaven I used to dream about.

The angel came forward and grabbed my arm and tossed me out of the ladder. I thought I was dying, but when I fell upon the cloud I didn't fall through. The cloud was soft, but didn't break. I rolled around and around, screaming, and crying. I was here, finally. I thought about my girl, my marriage.

“You want a beer?” the angel asked.

“No. I gotta run back down now. My girlfriend’s probably here by this time.”

The angel shrugged and brought me to the part of the cloud that belonged to me. It’s very discernible because it’s a statue of me and my girlfriend. We’re in our wedding gown standing side by side, looking at each other, her arm around mine, tight.

“It’s beautiful,” I said.

The angel sat on the cloud and took a long pull from his bottle and didn’t answer. I plucked the cloud-statue out and told the angel that I was ready. He took his time taking a last pull before standing up. He threw the can away and spitted on the cloud. The spit hissed on the cloud and disappeared, no trace left.

"Can I move in here with my girlfriend?" I asked the angel.

"Why?"

"It's beautiful here."

"It depends."

"Depends on what?"

"Your girlfriend," the angel said. Then he gave out a long whistle that almost deafened me and a giant cockroach was summoned up.

“Ready?” the cockroach said to the angle.

“You’re ready?” the angel said to me.

“I don’t know what to say,” I said. We got on the cockroach and slowly it circled its way down. Its wings flapped frantically but soundlessly. I touched its skin. It's smooth, like it’d been varnished. I bent down for a closer look. Man, was it clean, was it stainless. I felt sorry for all the fellow cockroaches that had their lives taken by my plump hands.

We touched ground and the streets were flooded with people. They're singing the national anthem, applauding, the cats and dogs making fierce love, the tigers and elephants and dragons running wild and around. My parents were on their knees, crying.

Then I saw her. As I walked toward her people backed off to make space for me.

The iBanker was standing next to her. He's in suit and tie, an iPad in one hand.

I ignored the guy and knelt down before her.

"Here it is,” I held out the statue to her.

She took it and without looking at it she passed the thing to the iBanker. He looked at it, put it on the floor and scanned the thing with his iPad. I was on my knees, waiting. The world was waiting.

“Any buyer?” she asked the guy after a while.

“No.”

“Let’s wait.”

And we waited. After a few hours people started leaving. There’re no more songs, no more cheering, the cats and dogs started to separate and chase and yell and hate at each other. The cockroach and angel were nowhere to be seen. My parents were still there though, on their knees, but no longer crying, they're watching us, their mouths gaping. I looked back at my girlfriend, who’s looking at the iPad while the cloud-statue stood beside her. I wondered if there’s anything else I could do for her.

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Auburn Rain
1Min Each
18
ISSUES
Flame in the dark
Updated Jul 19, 2019
PG
8
3495
0
Lyrics
Inspirational

This is a collection of poems I've done over the years. Most are about my personal experience with mental health

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Flame in the dark

This is a collection of poems I've done over the years. Most are about my personal experience with mental health

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5Mins Each
10
ISSUES
Manga Reviews - Tame
Updated Apr 8, 2019
G
0
2536
2

The storyline of Tame follows a young man named Kioshi and his demon Nekeo who he has a contract with. The rules between human and demon deals are very clear but the question lingers, what happens when the human and demon start to grow close and form a bond?

Okay not sure this is going to work but since it does count as writing, technically, I figured it couldn't hurt to try posting it here as well. I write reviews involving manga and artwork as well as sometimes visual media. I want to expand the reach to spread word of what I have reviewed. If this is not allowed technically here then I shall remove this ASAP.

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Manga Reviews - Tame

The storyline of Tame follows a young man named Kioshi and his demon Nekeo who he has a contract with. The rules between human and demon deals are very clear but the question lingers, what happens when the human and demon start to grow close and form a bond?

Okay not sure this is going to work but since it does count as writing, technically, I figured it couldn't hurt to try posting it here as well. I write reviews involving manga and artwork as well as sometimes visual media. I want to expand the reach to spread word of what I have reviewed. If this is not allowed technically here then I shall remove this ASAP.

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Talon
9Mins Each
1
ISSUE
When Death Comes Knocking
Updated May 24, 2015
PG-13 Completed
0
989
0
Short Story

Features the same characters from Cat-and-Mouse, and is another story I had to write for one of my classes.

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When Death Comes Knocking

Features the same characters from Cat-and-Mouse, and is another story I had to write for one of my classes.

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Createology
4Mins Each
4
ISSUES
My neighbor, Jack
Updated Jan 3, 2015
PG-13 Completed
0
1800
4
Suspense
Dystopia

Caution: This story contains intense violence, disturbing content, blood and gore.

This is a mystery-suspense about a man named Brayden H. Gulligan, who is a friendly policeman, who has just moved to a dark place known as Sinister Street.  Shortly after moving there, Brayden meets a man named Jack, who seems nice... for a moment.  After Brayden notices strange events happening after his meet up with Jack, he begins to question Jack's true self, who is not what Brayden expected Jack to be. (This story is PG-13 possibly for violence, brief drug references and tobacco images, and some disturbing content.)

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My neighbor, Jack

Caution: This story contains intense violence, disturbing content, blood and gore.

This is a mystery-suspense about a man named Brayden H. Gulligan, who is a friendly policeman, who has just moved to a dark place known as Sinister Street.  Shortly after moving there, Brayden meets a man named Jack, who seems nice... for a moment.  After Brayden notices strange events happening after his meet up with Jack, he begins to question Jack's true self, who is not what Brayden expected Jack to be. (This story is PG-13 possibly for violence, brief drug references and tobacco images, and some disturbing content.)

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UtopiaAngelic KhanRainbowluv2SURBHIWeavingwords
4Mins Each
7
ISSUES
IMAGITOPIA
Updated Feb 20, 2020
PG
26
690
24
Adventure
Romance

Sophia and Alex are friends. They have been chosen as hero's to destory the cruel witch, Cristianna. As she has taken the throne of Imagitopia, the world of beauty and imagination. Can they both get back the happiness of the beautiful world, Imagitopia.

Young Adult
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IMAGITOPIA

Sophia and Alex are friends. They have been chosen as hero's to destory the cruel witch, Cristianna. As she has taken the throne of Imagitopia, the world of beauty and imagination. Can they both get back the happiness of the beautiful world, Imagitopia.

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6Mins Each
4
ISSUES
Siphon Break
Updated May 11, 2019
PG-13
1
535
0
Romance
Dark

'Because a Siphon is never taught to feel guilty about eating a mermaid.'

The first thing you are taught as a Siphon is to never feel guilty about the consumption of the beautiful and yet naive mer-people.

The second is that you will never drown, but never walk into the ocean.

The third, your prey will always wear a necklace of blue and green around their neck.

Finn knew these rules like the back of his hand, right up until he stumbled upon the young, charming and sweet merman Finn. And suddenly, those rules began to look different, like chains enslaving him to his own nature. A Summer romance can give a lot of things. Like love. And freedom.

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Siphon Break

'Because a Siphon is never taught to feel guilty about eating a mermaid.'

The first thing you are taught as a Siphon is to never feel guilty about the consumption of the beautiful and yet naive mer-people.

The second is that you will never drown, but never walk into the ocean.

The third, your prey will always wear a necklace of blue and green around their neck.

Finn knew these rules like the back of his hand, right up until he stumbled upon the young, charming and sweet merman Finn. And suddenly, those rules began to look different, like chains enslaving him to his own nature. A Summer romance can give a lot of things. Like love. And freedom.

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