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Wednesday Status Report 7/22/2010
Jul 21st
I’m 27 minutes late on the report XD. For once I actually have interesting things to say, lol. Well, right now I am removing malware from my big computer that I obtained from a random website (it was probably embedded; I don’t even know what website). It’s my first unwanted program on my desktop. It has no virus protection, yet I still kept it clean for 9 months! Impressive! Tomorrow I am off to DC for vacation. During the drive I plan on writing more, which I am doing now. I actually finished the first chapter of The Art Murderers. I originally planned for there to be 4 chapters, but from the looks of things there will be 5. So, yeah, it’s short.
I swear I had something else to say too… Oh, I’m going to take my permit test next tuesday. Wish me luck!
My Full List of Writings
Apr 3rd
Having a full copy of all my works was becoming too hectic, so now I am just keeping track of links to my works on Scibd here. My longer works will each get dedicated pages on the site, though. In the future there may be more to those pages, but for now they are really no better than their respective Scribd pages. Oh well. Happy reading!
- When the Sky Bleeds (WtSB)
- Haunted Dreams
- He Was Scared
- You Lose
- Poems about Anonymous
- Between the Lines
- My World
- Storms
- Friends
- Why Do You?
- If I Could Make Music
- Summer is Ending
Description: This is a draft of my book When the Sky Bleeds (aka WtSB). Expect more chapters to be posted soon. Until then, check out my site http://romanceotaku.com/ for updates. Hope you all enjoy. Oh, and don't forget to leave your comments, no matter what your reaction is.
Descriptions: A short experiment with second person. Your thoughts will be well appreciated.
Descriptions: A short story I wrote in school last year edited and revised.
Descriptions: This is a terrible poem. It's my first though. Expect a few more every so often when something comes to me.
Descriptions: Yes, that's right, the same Anonymous that owns the internet from their 4chan throne.
Descriptions: The prompt was to make the reader infer something about the situation. Do you think I did well?
Descriptions: Just a short test of my descriptive abilities. Opinions would be great!
Descriptions: A very short poem I came up with while walking in the rain. Comments, critiques, and readcasts appreciated.
Descriptions: A short story about a person and their "friends" as he walks through life.
Descriptions: Just a poem I wrote on the way to DC to avoid working on my novella. It's only so-so, if that. But, hey, it's something to post.
Descriptions: It's three o'clock in the morning and it's terrible poetry time! Whoo! In all seriousness, this is a poem about my musical dilemmas. Hope you enjoy!
Descriptions: Just a poem about the summer ending.
When the Sky Bleeds Prologue Draft Released!
Jan 9th
About a week ago I released a draft of the prologue of my book When the Sky Bleeds. I began passing it around my friends, a teacher, and a person on YWS. So far it has only received positive reviews. If you have a few minutes, I would love it if you too read the prologue of my book. It’s only seven pages; only ten minutes of your time.
You can read it on the page of my site called “When the Sky Bleeds”.
Oh, and don’t forget to comment, retweet, and share it with your friends if you like it!
Prologue is Finally Typed!
Dec 8th
Finally! The prologue has been typed! I have a bunch of homework to do tomorrow, so I doubt I will be editing then. I also want to play a bit more Combat Arms because it has voice chat now… Oh well.
P.S. I added a little snowman animation to the site ^-^. Hope you all don’t mind it.
A Bit of the When the Sky Bleeds Prologue Draft
Nov 29th
Since I haven’t gotten much done, I at least owe you guys a little preview of the prologue. Please remember that this is a first draft, so there may be mistakes and some stuff that plain and simply doesn’t make sense. Hope you enjoy ^-^!
Phil rubbed his eyes. He wasn’t able to sleep the night before. Dreams of his sister laying there on the floor in her room, sobbing and cutting herself with a pair of scizors she kept with her school supplies. He could see her blood ooze from her wrists down her arm and drip onto the carpet, as his seven year old self watched helplessly through the slighly cracked door. In his arms he held a teddybear that he received when he was born, which was wet from his own tears. He gathered his courage and took a deep breath, opening the door. He slowly walked up to his sister, now laying with her head on the ground.
“Sis… please hold Teddy… he always makes me feel better… he’ll make you feel better too…” His chocked words were only answered by silence. But that was okay, he thought, she was only sleeping. He knew she needed her rest. He set his teddybear next to his sister and took her limp arm, putting it around the bear. He whispered goodnight, and walked out the door, closing it behind him.
It wasn’t until the next morning that he learned that his sister had bled herself to death before his eyes.
Phil rubbed his eyes. He wasn’t able to sleep the night before. Dreams of his sister laying there on the floor in her room, sobbing and cutting herself with a pair of scizors she kept with her school supplies. He could see her blood ooze from her wrists down her arm and drip onto the carpet, as his seven year old self watched helplessly through the slighly cracked door. In his arms he held a teddybear that he received when he was born, which was wet from his own tears. He gathered his courage and took a deep breath, opening the door. He slowly walked up to his sister, now laying with her head on the ground.
“Sis… please hold Teddy… he always makes me feel better… he’ll make you feel better too…” His chocked words were only answered by silence. But that was okay, he thought, she was only sleeping. He knew she needed her rest. He set his teddybear next to his sister and took her limp arm, putting it around the bear. He whispered goodnight, and walked out the door, closing it behind him.
It wasn’t until the next morning that he learned that his sister had bled herself to death before his eyes.
