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Mittwoch, 2. Mai 2018

Writing Exercise 125

Hello again!
This week I was prompted by two of my art group buddies, so you get a drabble to read which combines both prompts. Here it is:
2018/05/02 – dark/ stroll in the park (drabble)

As he walked down the path which led him into the park, he had a strange feeling. He couldn't quite figure out what it was, but it followed him as he strolled well trodden paths. His footfalls quickened, just like his heartbeat. Familiar trees swayed in the howling wind, their branches seemed to clasp at him. So he hurried. Looking over his shoulder time and again he saw nothing out of the ordinary, yet he felt spooked. Dark thoughts haunted him. And what was supposed to be a nice little stroll became an imaginary manhunt, and he was the prey.

Montag, 31. Oktober 2016

Writing Exercise 047

Do you believe in ghosts -- if only for just one day?
Today is Halloween, the night of the hauning ghosts, and living dead, and roaming monsters, and the supernatural.
Maybe you might want to keep your eyes open. You could witness something extraordinary. ;)

The last writing exercise of this month is also the last writing exercise before NaNoWriMo.
Of course, the topic is Halloween, but I hope you enjoy this drabble.
Have a nice holiday tomorrow!
2016/10/31 – Halloween (Drabble)

Tonight is the night. It is All Hallows' Eve. Big and round, yellow and orange, the pumpkins grin at you. Everywhere you go they sit on porches, railings, doorsteps, ogling you, laughing at you with sharp teeth and wicked eyes. At night their ghastly grimaces burn in the darkness like haunting creatures – lurking and waiting, ready to pounce. They look as if they might come alive any moment to haunt you, to taunt you. The wind howls and echoes their imaginative laughter from the trees. It feels as if they'd come for you, and maybe they do. Run, don't walk!

Montag, 26. September 2016

Writing Exercise 042

A new week, a new writing exercise! This time I wrote a triple drabble. The topic was 'the Walking Dead', which is a (in my opinion very good) horror series about...well, zombies, but mostly it focusses on the survivors of a zombie apocalypse, how they cope, how they survive, how they stay human in a world where there is no society anymore. What I did with this topic is -- ah, see for yourselves. ;)
2016/09/26 – The Walking Dead (triple drabble)

One day I woke up and felt something was different. I couldn't say what it was; I just knew my life had changed.
As I was still too tired, I didn't ponder and just stumbled out of bed then shuffled through the corridor. I was pretty hungry so I intended to raid the kitchen. On my way down I suddenly slipped and tumbled down the stairs with a dull thudding noise. I moaned. It hurt less than I thought it would, though. I got up and popped my joints back into the right place before I dragged my feet into the kitchen. But I found it just as empty as my stomach. I groaned, for I needed to stock up before I could have breakfast.
The bakery was just around the corner, so I didn't bother dress up further and left the house clad in my pyjamas. My neighbours wouldn't bother anyways. They didn't even greet when I looked their way. I didn't mind. The bakery was overrun with people. I peeked inside but didn't deem it worth the trouble. Instead I crossed the street, got almost run over by a speeding car, but stumbled safely towards the butchery. I had a craving for fresh meat, and as this place was self-service I happily helped myself. I had forgotten my wallet, but the butcher didn't mind; I often chalked up, so this was no problem at all.
As I returned home I noticed someone break into my house. Some people just had the audacity! Growling, I approached – intent on catching those thugs before they could steal my things. When I surprised them raiding my empty kitchen they were shocked to see me. They pointed a gun at me, but I pounced on them quickly.
What a feast for an undead!

Donnerstag, 22. September 2016

Ah, the Horror!

So my dear friend and I started a Slenderman RPG based in the Marble Hornets universe. As I've never done a horror genre RPG before, I'm quite excited. It is sufficiently scary, but also fun to write. :D
Today I want to share some fanart I did for Marble Hornets. It shows Slenderman/The Operator, Hoody and Masky (left to right).