MINE-Part 3

If you haven’t read the first two parts, I highly recommend clicking them before continuing with this part.

Part 1

Part 2

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I don’t know if I’ll be able to write another entry ever again.  I feel I’m nearing the end; I’m having trouble visualizing a scenario where I come out of this sane, or even alive.  So, if this is the last piece of writing I end up doing, thank you to all who’ve invested their time into my works.  I’m thankful for that.  Maybe people will pass this around as a ‘creepypasta’ or something.  Either way, thank you for reading this, whether you know me, and you are reading this as my final minutes, or you’re just sitting in the dark, enjoying a creepy story.  That’s all I ever wanted, for people to read what I wrote.

I think I may have lost a day during this, today is Sunday, but I don’t remember Saturday…  So much has happened, I don’t even know how I can keep my fingers moving.  I can barely see the words I’m typing, my vision obscured by great wells of tears.  My life has fallen apart, and I know no matter how this ends, I’ll never be able to put it back together.  I’m getting ahead of myself, let’s go back, when I was still sitting in McDonalds.

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MINE-part 1

First off, let me just say, I don’t know if I believe in ghosts.  Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t.  I love science, and it doesn’t really seem possible, but I like to believe that there are things that happen in this world, that we just can’t seem to explain.

With that out of the way, I want to write about some seriously fucked up shit that’s been going on.

Some backstory, there is this ‘ghost’ that follows my two best friends, and I around.  I say ghost, but in all reality it could be more than one, or just us tagging that word onto things we can’t really explain.  This ghost, largely lived in my parent’s house, jumping from person to person every so often.  We never cared, because it never really did anything mean spirited to us. Continue reading

The First Draft of The Darium Arc!

This is the first draft of the first chapter of one of my character’s in my novel.  It is extremely rough, and everything written here is subject to change.  If you have any questions, feel free to leave a comment or something, and I will reply.  All of the following is copyrighted by Alexander Howard-Fuller, and you are required to receive my permission before posting it somewhere else.  Let me know what you think!

Darium Arc

017 U.D.

Darium pulled his bowstring to his cheek, sighting the small bird perched in its nest, fifteen yards away.  An easy kill, but Darium enjoyed creating challenges for easy prey such as this.  His goal for this one was to get it right in the eye, but only with enough force to barely pierce the brain.  He didn’t want to turn the most delicious part of game to mush.

He breathed through his nose, which was situated above his eyes.  He closed his nostrils, and let small breaths escape through his mouth.  Counter-intuitive, he knew, but years of hunting had showed him that what the elders taught didn’t work for all.   Continue reading