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beginning/summary
so basically i started writing a new story and i have no way to consistantly save and transfer from computer to compter and i could use gmail but then i have to sign in and do the google thing everytime- its a whole thing, and i cant write on wattpad because yk, too much smut and therefore bias from non users, however spacehey seems to have little to no bias about it, and afterall i did say i was thinking of something to write, i hope to make a 70 page ish long story but truth be told ill just go as it takes me, no need to rush or force it, ill just use this blog and update it so not only do i get a good save place for it, but you all get to see it!!! yay!!! do note this is a rough draft. there will be cutoffs, shitty quality because not only am i so very mid at writting but also at the same time, ya know. rough draft. oh and i got to use someones layout so thats a plus.
the story concept
so basically a psychological horror thriller comedy mashmix written in a 2nd perspective about a 16 year old body (shut up, im not projecting; you are.) who experiences auditory and visual hallocinatory dellusions, like for exsample his cat could be a writhing, slithering gelatnous mass of bleeding human flesh with rings of eyes and teeth, anyway i need to wrap cause time
bad news
cant get into my gmail to put here,ill do later
update: i got into gmail.
note: its a unrevised save, it might look shitty, it might be self sarcastic: breaking the pace and its just generally low quality anyway enough dance around dilly dally
anyway heres my save:
Premise; psychological horror/comedy-ish with a guy who thinks theres monsters around him but really he's just hallucinating them and he has a mental disorder, truly a statement about the horrors of mental health and nuerological disorders, what a bitter sense of truth and irony.- blah blah blah, if you don't already know this then you prob dont need to.
rehash idea 4-6, with elements of 1
'It was a foggy morning, the nice smell of dew in the air, humidity in it's full spring being. Ah. Nature.'- idea-ish, setting setting the setting
Desc setting start concept- new to
It was the brief gray morning hours, in which the foggy was settling over fields, houses. really anywhere it could stay, almost inquisitively and indiscriminately, casting a cloudy gray over the air, leaving a thin layer of dew on all the surfaces it could touch in the small Maine town of Lewiston, not that it was a really small town but it was urban. Intimate. One of those places where someone always knows someone who can do something-or get something if you so desired- but in truth, in accordance to other towns? It's mini, Petite, tiny, Etc. You get the point; it was small, a small Maine town. cold but only in temperature, the kind of place where you stop by a friends and get offered a warm slice of apple pie or something of the sort, hospitable to say the least... but yet there was always something wrong. insincere. something always off. the smiles so saccharine, the offerings off-putting and the compliments too authentic, feeling less of admiration and more of some form of appeasement. like it was practiced; rehearsed, it felt like hours of trying to get it right, settling for the next best thing rather then authenticity had created some... off compliment. wrong, not in a way i could describe, but rather the kind that makes you tingle, just a feeling. in the town there was a house- shocking truly, what do you know, a house in a town? mind-blowing. but, continuing the thought, there was a 16 year old boy, who lived in the rundown cape on maple st, his mom never home. a single parent, she tried her best but after all there's only so much one person can do, right? between her nightshift and her 9/5 she was almost never home and when she was, she was sleeping to be well rested for her next job, the boy never blamed her. the water still flowed, the house had electricity, i mean after all, she must've been doing something right for that to be in order. the bright morning sun barely peeking through window of his room, casting sun on his face and arms, the house not quite awake but it was definitely time to, i mean, lest he miss the bus, not like his mom would wake him up, given she was at her night job still. the alarm felt jarring, a bolt out of no where, dragging him from the throws of sleep to the dull colors of his navy blue room, the black blanket, the wooden bed frame, such dull gray-like colors at such a early time, eitherway he didn't sit up but instead his arm flung out from his side, slamming the snooze button so hard its a miracle it didn't break- anything to silence it, really, still blinking the sleep out of his eyes with a whole hearted yawn, the kind that to a outsider view can only be compared to the looks of a cat. he tried sitting back and falling asleep but it was hardly worth the effort to try and sleep. he was already up. no changing that. and yet, with that full information he still layed back, not quite thinking, just craving the familiar warmth of his bedΒ
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