So, today, I come to you asking not for ideas for posts, but for things you want me to write, just to challenge my ability to write. Be it a letter to someone, be it anything. I just want to test my ability as a writer, and who knows, if this goes well, maybe I could actually consider a career as a journalist or freelance writer. If that happens I WILL be back for advice on how to do that.
Tomorrow is a Sunday, which means I can just have my regular ol' music post, and consider which ones to write up, and maybe even make a start on them, and then next week I'll put them up. If I can get them done lol. So next week, a supreme amount of effort is going to go into the blog ^_^
And because I cannot have a short post, here is a short creepypasta I wrote. A creepypasta is essentially a short story that's creepy and gets passed around a lot. I guess right now it's just a creepy story unless people pass it on. It's pretty short, and I was looking for an excuse to post it, so I have one! Enjoy!
Michael was walking down the street when he felt something bump into him. When he looked to see what it was though, he couldn't find anything. He was the only person around, and he couldn't spot anything that might have hit him either. Not thinking much of it he kept walking home after his night at the bar.
He got home and was just starting to forget about the incident when he heard his doorbell. It was pretty late, so he was a bit cautious. But when he opened the door there was no one there. Cursing quietly, he shut the door, thinking it was just the kids out past their bedtimes. It was then he noticed just how late it actually was and decided to go to sleep.
He had fairly troubled sleep, and woke up the next morning feeling not too much better than when he went to bed, and was woken by someone ringing his doorbell again. Walking down the stairs, trying to shake the sleep away, he was once again greeted by an empty doorway. He thought he heard some laughter behind him, so he shut the door and looked around. But all he saw, once again, was nothing. He decided to just get some breakfast, and next time he heard the bell, he'd check to see who it was before opening the door again.
He didn't have to wait too long before the bell rang again, and this time he did look through the curtain, but didn't see anybody there. He could still hear the doorbell going, but couldn't see anyone ringing it. He shook his head, trying to clear it, when the ringing suddenly stopped. Presuming he had just imagined it, he let it be and watched some television. While he was watching though the channel changed every so often, and he couldn't find the remote. When he went up to the TV to see if a button was stuck, he was sure he felt something covering the button, but as soon as he felt it, the feeling disappeared.
After quite an uneventful day he went to bed again, and once again had nightmares. This time of people with pointed ears and slits for eyes. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he was sure he could still see them. After blinking for a few times they disappeared, so he assumed it was just something left on his eyes from the nightmare. After managing to calm down, he tried to go to sleep again.
When he woke up properly though, he did see the creatures again, and this time, they didn't seem to go away. They hadn't noticed he had seen them though. He noticed quite a few of them and in a bit of a shock, he also noticed they had quite big claws. He shut his eyes, willing himself to wake up, that it was all just a horrible nightmare, and when he opened them again, the creatures were gone. Breathing a sigh of relief he closed his eyes again. This time when he opened them though one of the creatures was sat on him, it's claws in his chest.
The last thing he heard was a raspy voice telling him he should have who was there before opening the door from the start.