lets wright our own horror novel
 

so i was thinking were all horror fans so we should come up with our own horror novel, all of us contributing. gus helped me come up with idea so thank him to. some one will start the story, probily me, and then some one else continues it and so on and so on, lets try to make this civil it can be any content but no bickering if you can help it, please try not to go over 4 sentences if you can help it, we dont need it to be finished in 6 posts. ok so ill start

it was pitch black out and he was standing behind the tree, watching as the couple stood in the street under the street lamp, the light ilumminating there hair. he new he was going to do it again, the urge was rising in the pit of his stomic boiling like acid

He put on his orange vest of terror, raised his stake high to the heavens... AIMED... ANDD.........!!! Stabbed and picked up another piece of litter.

thanks posher , hopefully some one can come up with some thing great to match your lol littler you cracked me up.

No problem.

as he stabed the litter with his pick, he tought in side his dark mind how much he wished he could stab it in to there eyes. he so missed the tast of blood, but sience he got put on probation for attempted murder he new he had to control the urge, the hatred for humanity

(a combined effort of me and gus)

he hated his life, every one and every thing in it was bleek and dismal.
every time he talked with some one his mind would wonder to the vast mutilation he pictured in his thoughts.
all the horrible ideas he has in mind for those closest to him never seem to amaze him, but yet he has to resist the urge to kill, to torture...


i only came up with the he hated his life part, everything else is lorens....and if you dont know who that is , too bad...

because he knows that this time he will be caught and he will be found guilty, his last kill was lucky, the girl up against the fence of the tenis courts, well her guts had felt fantastic on his hands honestly, as if he was god, and he could take there life away with one simple cut with a scalple.....

this one was for you gus, happy you got your tennis cort

...Now, every time he could think about killing, all the memories would flood back. He lusted for the power he had over life. It made his seem almost bearable. Now as the couple sat there macking at each other, all he could think about was that blood-lust that was intoxicating his mind...

After you "wright" it you'll have to let me reed it.

tats crule.

b nisse u meenie!!!

You beat me to it.:)

Let's start with grammar, spelling and sentence structure before tackling narrative prose.

and pushing all rational thoughts aside.The darkness , that nobody knew,deep inside him resurfacing once again.For now he would stay quiet,as were his usual days.He would head back home invisible and silent to the world.But on hs way he tripped over a fallen twid which sent his dentures flying to the ground."are you ok?Can I help you with anything?" Came a womans voice.Helooked up into her unknowing eyes.Oh,yes.....oh,yes you can.....he thought to himself and smiled secretely.For who was she to ever suspect a man such as him?

Yeah... Typo's in thread titles are killer.

Blah!I meant fallen twig,not twid......

ok i get it some people they dont like spelling error but instead of being mean about it, why dont you let me and any one else know what the error was so we can go back and correct it, this way sooner or later the correct spelling and error will be stuck in our head, that would be constructive critism, not bashing people.

Well, if you really want to get better, you start by using periods to eliminate your run-ons and uppercasing the first letter in your sentences.

Im bad with trying to figure out were the period should go, or were this thing goes> (,). I seriously need my own editor or some thing, because these windows to typ in dont have spell check, and im to use to having it.
But i do apoligize if my posts confuses some ill try my best.

Was this one a little better?

As the old man looked at the young women he could feel the acid bubbling in his stomic. The darkness inside his demented mind was returning to polute his life. It took every thing in his power to push the filth back down. "no I'm fine, thank you" he replied to her. "your welcome, well have a nice night" she replied back smiling unknowing what atrocities he has commited in his past. It took every thing in his power not to kill her right there.

As he watched her loan figure walk away under the shadow of the moonlight..he couldn't help but feel an overpowering sense of urgency as lust filled his groin.
''um..exucse me miss''..as he called out weakly.., hoping that the shaking in his voice wouldn't betray his motive.
He watched as she stopped in her tracks as she turned towards him..he watched beneath slitted eyes as she made her way back.
However, what he mistook as a friendly smile became soon apparent that she was not impressed at having her time being wasted.
The last memory of her was how black her eyes seemed under the moonlight.
Nobody seemed to care as the old man screamed as the beautiful stranger..reached down and gripped a hold of his throat..ripping a hole so as to expose the veins inside his neck.
A group of teenagers passing by..mistook the eerie scene as some kind of love making and between them whispered..'oh you lucky old son of a bitch''..
not knowing that the woman was..........................

The serial killer the police have been searching for. They never assumed the killer of the teens at the park had indeed been a women. she hid her true self well, masked under beauty and sweetness, she had the perfect cover. Her job in the day time was a libaryian at the center for the arts, but at night she was free to be her self, in her mind she was a goddess, and humanity was there for her pleasure. she new this man had died a very honnorable death by her hands. If he only let her pass dident bother her with his manly needs....

And yet you think you can write a novel?

I never said i could wright a novel, this is for fun god loosen up. why are you picking on me. do you see me saying hert ful shit to you.

He pointed out that you said you didn't know how to write correctly, and asked how you might expect to write a novel...He didn't know that you didn't intend to ACTUALLY write a novel, so it looks like a fair (and obvious) question to me...


Think about it this way...

If someone says they can't swim, then they say they're getting a new swimming pool...Someone may ask, "Why would you be getting a swimming pool if you can't swim?"

How would that be hurtful?
:p :D

it dident look like a question but if it was then sorry for going psycho, i am having a bad day but thanks blood for clearing that up, i hope thats what it is, and no there will be no novel

maybe were going to learn how to swim....

That's a possibility...I still wouldn't see that as 'hurtful' in any way

no me either, not the way YOU say it.....

im over it its ok, thanks blood for calming me down:D

As the blood dripped down the womans arm, she began to fall sioently into a trance like state. That smell, that feeling, the sound of it dripping, the beautiful colour and that amazing refreshing taste. The warm red mercury finally filling her senses once more, she was unaware of the teenagers looking back, horrified at the sight. She suddenly stepped back, a terrified expression on her pale, soft face. The blood was dark, it was a killers blood. The woman fell backwards as the blood seeped into her pourous skin as she became a creature of the night.

hehehe... yeah, I'm done.
Too many trances for me... I can't think.
Maybe tomorrow.




@ Bleeding:
- ( , ) this is called a comma.
- Some internet things come with spell check (Such as Firefox), and some don't (such as Internet Explorer).
- I seem to be having a bad day as well. I feel for you chickie. <3

I hate not having a spellcheck. I always feel a bit self conscious for my spelling.

Thanks, some forums have spell check on them. Is there any chance this one will have it eventually?

If you really want to improve your spelling, stay away from spell checkers...When people grow dependent on things like that, they never learn anything...Just like people who constantly use calculators never learn math (my sister)...Then when you have no calculator, you're screwed


When Usher made his post, he wrote the word 'write' correctly...Then you came in just after him and still spelled it 'wright'...If you were REALLY concerned about your spelling, you would have payed attention to the way HE spelled it, and then corrected it

If you're not sure how to spell a word, you can go to google.com...Type in the word...If it's spelled incorrectly, it will give you the correct spelling

It's never too late to learn something, and teaching yourself isn't that difficult...It's much better than being dependent on help-aids for the rest of your life


And to answer your question...No...We will not have a spell check

In the darkness, the two teenagers, Nadia and Tristan, gripped each other in terror. They stood frozen as they watched the woman start to change. The woman's body shuddered as dark, thick hairs started growing out of her skin, her nails turning to claws, her nose and jaw lengthening into a muzzle--she was becoming a wolf!

The clouds in the sky parted revealing a bright full moon, illuminating the wolf now as it rose and howled deeply. Nadia finally broke from her frozen state and screamed.

[Bleeding Angel-

It's never too late to learn how to write well. Unlike some of the other things we learned in school growing up, you will use your writing skills all your life.

Here is a link to the Merriam-Webster's Dictionary: http://www.m-w.com. I use this website all the time to check words when I am uncertain of their spelling. It's really a great resource because they have a Thesaurus too.

Here's another really great website on sentence structure and punctuation: http://www.edufind.com/english/grammar/index.cfm.

Hope this helps!]

The creature continued to change. It looked like bones were spltting from under her arms and skin was growing over, then hair, then hands formed with fingers. Two spikes came from just behind it's shoulders and suddenly, a thin layer of skin flapped down supported by strips of cartiledge. Wings. The creature's hideous face turned to look at the teenagers. Nadia broke into a run. The creature of the night flashed towards her.

Amen, sister and God bless ya!!!!!

It seems people become lazier every day. Spell-check is a handy tool, but dependence upon it weakens the mind.

Film fans are typically pretty bright folk. If this thread is any barometer of the level of education out there, I weep for the future.

The creature sprung up into the air, flying towards Nadia with the speed of a hawk.

Tristan blinked himself awake and started towards Nadia, "Wait!", but before he could get to her, the creature collided with Nadia, it's claws wrapping around her and lifting her into the air as she screamed.

"No!", Tristan cried, his arms reaching towards the sky. "No", he whispered, his eyes becoming watery.

Tristan's ears perked as he heard behind him the sound of a shotgun being reloaded.

"Get down!" came a voice from behind him, an ursine growl of a voice that he wasn't altogether sure came from a person. Man, beast, whoever said it...he knew he had to duck or get shot, and that was enough for him. The second shot rang out, and it seemed like the creature almost flew back to meet it. It took the shot in its wing as if it were nothing, as if it were just informing the shooter that his gun was no good. The creature smiled at Tristan, a smile that made his stomach drop to his knees.

It held nadia high, it's wings still beating. Another shot rang out this time but the creature had already planned this. With twice the speed of the pellets, it lowered Nadia infront of itself. Tristan's life stood still as an explosion of blood covered the night sky. He heard a deafening screech then the beating of wings growing fainter and fainter. The man cursed under his breath. He held out a scared and burn hand, missing one finger. "Hey, my name is Bark." he said with a gruff english accent. Tristan looked up at his face and gasped...

Bark's burn scars did not stop at his hand, but covered the right side of face, his right eye was covered by an eyepatch. He looked to be middle-aged, but he was fit and sinewy and not "old" by any means. Bark smiled slightly at Tristan with the snub of a cigar clenched between his teeth.

Tristan shook the man's hand, "Tristan...what just happened to my girlfriend...and what was that thing?", he said hesitantly.

Bark's smile faded somewhat as he took his cigar out of his mouth to answer. Before he could speak, a red-headed woman came out of the shadows with a crossbow in one hand. "Get ready for a big shock, honey", she said to Tristan as she laid her free hand affectionately on Bark's shoulder.