Writing

You did last time, go ahead and do it here lol you REALLY like that song don't you,
then again... it does sound like something the old Linkin Park woulda done, man those were the days!

yes, those were the days...

vincent, you can write songs on here if you want.

i don't think that would be funny, devious, i think that'd be awesome! freaking the spy from burn notice getting all of the powers of Angel from buffy the vampire slayer or something would just be fantastic. only problem with all of these cool characters, who's the main character?

yeah, i plan to have moods on my site, as well as using a forum (they're just easyer) this could take a while though... so... yeah, i'll keep you all updated.

alright, bring on the songs and the different vampires!

No Will, I meant like, a specific group of characters would do through each show(original characters) And meet thsoe characters and get the abilities of that world although that'd be an awesome idea too!

nice song, Vincent. i like it.

Tim, (ha, i know your name now) i meant that like after it happened, you know?

Ah lol

First vampire description, this one sucks, it has no story use yet, so I never bothered making a character for it, it's just a simple explanation of a human form of a vampire, actually, I'll just wing it, here goes nothing! Literally!

The man was obviously insane, his eyes were red, but not the pupils, no, his irises were covered in so many little red veins that the eyes actually appeared red, the color of his eyes was blue which seemed to mix in with the red, giving a purple ring around the eyes. He grinned widely revealing bloody gums, a forked cut tongue and faint scars on his lips. He had done those to himself in earlier times before he had the means to get what he desired. His tongue flicked in an out of his mouth, moisturizing his dry lips. He glanced around at everything, seeing anything and everything as his prey, for he believed himself to be a predator. He opened his mouth to talk which revealed sharpened canines, probably from a very painful afternoon with a nail filer. His eyes showed that he obviously was not all the way there, something was missing, perhaps sanity, perhaps compassion, but whatever it was, it sent a shudder through the detective as he walked into the questioning room. three officer stood by the door watching the man in disgust. He was very pale, probably from keeping himself locked up inside in order to get his 'image' as he put it. bags hung over his eyes showing insomnia, he never could adjust to sleeping in the day, but he was a hunter of the night and he intended to follow that set of procedures. His nails were hideously long and painted black. They had been sharpened, probably again by a nail filer. His black hair hung down just above his eyes and seemed as if the wind had been blown through it. His clothing was simple, a grey t-shirt, black jeans and a pair of Nikes, probably stolen from one of the victims. The detective sat down and the man's eyes came to rest on him, but he didn't move. He didn't even try. Perhaps he realized that all three of the guards had been told if he so much as stands up, kill him. Or perhaps he didn't feel like working with the hand cuffs in order to stand up. Or maybe it was the fact that he was heavily tied into the chair with chains, probably while he was still sedated. The detective straightened some papers and then returned the man's look.
"I believe you are Clyde Sanfield, am I correct?" The detective asked, staring at the man. Was that a touch of interest in the young detective's green eyes. The man believed so and chuckled for a moment, drawing his head back. He then let out a strange guttural noise and returned his look to the detective.
"I see my fanbase is growing, I'm impressed I caught on so well. You smell nice... perhaps AB?" The man asked, leaning closer and licking his lips casually
"Type O... now I get to ask a question, is it true that you killed a family of 5?" The detective didn't even flinch at such an odd thing to say. The man found this intriguing and smiled.
"Type O you say... They're the best you know? ... A family of 5 you say... I don't remember, I never bother remembering which prey is where... I have lots of prey..." He trailed off and smiled, reading the detective's face for a sign of shock, it was his favorite emotion in people.
"How many is a lot?" The detective asked. No emotion at all. The man frowned, most people would've been shocked by that.
"I don't know... I've been cutting back, I'm down to 2 or 3 a week now... and I started last month... You do the math, I never was any good at it!" He laughed, basking in the memories of his hunts.
"That's quite a bit isn't it... Too bad you won't be seeing anymore... You just admitted to us that you killed a lot of people, a search for missing persons will begin in a moment to find who has disappeared in the past month. Have a nice life in prison..." The detective smiled and stood up, turning to go.
"Ah, I don't really care, the people there deserve to die, I'll just bring it to them faster... Now tell me... Why is it that such a pretty innocent looking girl like yourself is so unafraid of me?" He grinned and put both hands on the table, leaning as close as the chains would allow. She flicked a strand of blonde hair from her face and removed her sunglasses, revealing ice blue eyes with a troubled past.
"Because I've seen the real thing..." She smiled and turned around again. "A pathetic imitator such as yourself could never possibly be as scary as that creature was..." She trailed off and stood there for a few moments. The man stared at her back for a few seconds and then laughed.
"Oh please honey! Don't tell me you think I'm not the real thing! I am the one who has begun this horror that is the vampire! I've made it something that truly exists, and now people will follow in my footsteps! I'll be a god!" He smiled widely and laughed a little more.
"You have no idea... some things in this world are best left unknown... there are far worse vampires then yourself..." And with that she walked out the door, leaving the psychotic vampirist in the questioning room for some time...


Btw: I decided on Vampirist because this form of vampirism seems like a sort of cult or religion quite possibly, so I have named this version of vampires the Vampirists :D
Who knew making it into a story would give me a way to classify them differently from the real thing

Sorry I had to end it so fast, I have to go! Lol

Yama. Your story has a great plot to it. But it seemes to be rushed. Maybe you should redo it and a bit more detail. And youve got a secret thing going. Good vampire novels have secrets and romance. But so far I really like it:]

Heres another one of my stories^^


She sat there in the room by herself. It was dark except for the one light hanging from the celing. There was nothing in the room but the table that streched out in front of her with the manilla folder with her name on it. Carla Dee. Little Carla Dee. Thats what most called her. She was sweet and innocent looking. Only 9 years old. She sat there while the people out side the room talked.
"I'm telling you she did it." pleaded the chief.
"Plese Rasco, she's only nine years." said a woman.
"But we've got enough evedince." Rasco said pleading again.
"We're droping the case and thats final." she said walking into the room. "Carla Dee."
Carla looked up. She had the face of an angel. Eyes that were a bright blue. She was beautiful. Not a flaw on her face.
"Yes?" she asked in a small voice that rang like bells in a soft wind.
"You go home now." Carla stepped down from the chair and lightly onto the floor.
Shw walked out of the room and outside. She lifted up her umbrella and opened it walking into the cool night air.
Upstairs Rasco stood watching her leave.
"Little Carla Dee. So sweet. So innocent. No body knows what you really are. No body ever will while you are wearing that face of an angel." he paused.
Carla Dee turned toward the upstairs window and tlooked directly at Rasco. Her eyes werenolonger a sweet blue. They were now red. She smiled up at him flashing a beautiful smile with two barely noticable canines. But Rasco knew they were there. "No body will ever know,...my sweet little Carla Deee." he finished as Carla turned and walked away.

Haha, thansks Cali, I honestly just wung that, but it actually seems like a good middle to a story, I may fill it in a bit, and yes, I'll redo it if I fill it in, it was rushed cuz I had to go around where the guy is talking about how he killed dozens of prey for almost 2 months

Good story Cali, I like your vampire in that, a young gir getting away with something horrible(Since it does not specifically say what) and being a vampire with an angelic face, I like it,
I'll have my next vampire out next, technically, they're incubus' and succubus', but there are two different types which then fall under other classifications too, (you'll see)

i like your idea about the religious cult thing for vampires, devious. it sort of makes sence... like it could really be (if it isn't) you know?

i also like calis, she's got some good ideas in her head (none to compete with mine. LOLOL, JK, i'm just being big headed) and she should expand them more.

yet, i think they were both too short. i understand yours, devious, but not calis.... oh well, life goes on.

and i've took to heart what REvan is saying. just a thought, but as of now, everytime some one posts something dark on here, you have to post something equally happy withen two days. if you don't, then give me a reason why, and THEN write something happy. let's not make the whole world depressed people (though we would be so good at it...)

Hehe, first part of first chapter of a novel I'm writing =D

I had one word to describe my new home: awful. I loved Boulder, Colorado. I loved skiing and snowboarding and the cold climate there.

I hated Oakwood, Ohio. That was where my father, dog, and I had moved to. Or near there, anyway. We'd moved to a more rural area close to Oakwood. But Oakwood High School was where I'd be getting educated. We had no neighbors, and the only other person who lived there was an odd boy I didn't pay much attention to.

"Cristina?" My father called. That's my name. Cristina Richardson. "Could you come inside?" I stood up and went into our new house, a cream-colored two-story with blue shutters and front door. I hated it, too.

"Yeah, Dad?" I asked. He got up off our sofa, which was red, and walked over to me. "How do you like our new house?" He asked with a smile. Smiling back, I lied brightly. "Yeah, it's nice. Can't wait to meet all the other kids at school." This last part wasn't a lie. I was a very social person, and I loved meeting people.

Still smiling, my dad replied, "That's great. Listen, I've got to go to town and pick up some groceries. Will you be okay here by yourself?" I rolled my eyes and said, "Sure thing. Not like you've never left me alone before." He laughed and said, "You're right. I worry too much. Well, I'll see you in a few hours." He then laced up his shoes and left, driving his dark blue pickup truck.

I walked out onto the porch and sat on the steps, petting our german shepherd named Carol. My father, always sentimental, had named the dog after my mother. She'd been killed in a car crash about two years before we'd moved. I stared out over the grassy lawn, lost in my own thoughts, and I noticed my only neighbor, that strange boy I didn't pay much attention to, walk over to his car, open the door, and then pause. He turned and looked at me, seeming to weigh his options over some matter that I didn't care enough to ponder. Finally, he grinned and closed the car door, walking over to me.

Great, I thought. Some kid randomly decides to come over and talk to me? Weirdo. I brushed my reddish brown hair out of my face, so as to get a better look at him. He had black hair, lightly tanned skin, and dark gray eyes, and looked to be older than me. Even his eye color is weird, I thought, though I had no room to talk. My eyes had an odd purplish color to them, deep gray around the outside and lightening to an amethyst-like color around the pupil.

"Hello," he said after getting close enough for me to hear him. "My name is Matthew Hayes. I believe you are Cristina Richardson?" He smiled as my eyebrows shot up. "That's right. How did you know my name?" Smile widening, he replied, "Oh, I have my ways." I waited for him to say more, but he didn't. Giving a snort, I said, "Right, whatever. Nice to meet you too." He laughed at that, apparently finding me funny. Shaking my head at him, I said, "Wonderful, you think I'm funny. Would you mind explaining why you came over here?" His face soon became serious, and he responded, "I felt like I had to come talk to you, and I'm not sure why." I rolled my eyes and threw my hands up in the air. "Like that makes any sense!" I yelled. "What the heck do you mean, 'you felt like you had to talk to me'?" A little frown appeared on his face. "I told you, I don't understand it myself." Like that makes sense at all, I thought bitterly.

"Riiiiight..." I said, drawing the word out and then becoming silent. He sighed and said, "Well enjoy your day, because you moved here halfway through the school year and have to go tomorrow. How old are you, anyway?" He asked. "Seventeen. You?" I inquired in return. "Eighteen. I'm a senior." He answered with a smile. Well, like I said, he'd looked older than me from the start.

"Well, I'll have to talk to you later, since I've got things to do in town. See you around, Cristina." He said with a small smile, turning and getting into his car. I watched him drive off, shaking my head as he went. Strange kid, I thought, getting up and going inside.

vermillion, rp's going fine for now i think.

ayame, novel? huh... well what's it more about? what title should i look for?

Idk bout the title yet x.x

It's like a shapeshifter guy and a normal girl...romance/supernatural type thing.

Or call it urban fantasy, I don't careee.

I've got a story like that called Shift :P (I even designed the cover... although it looks gay, I gotta make it more... dark and... idk, it's gotta warn people that the thing is relatively sick and twisted and characters die left and right

....

shift... you should try and get all o' these things published sometmie, you know that right devious?

okay... so we've got a new Twilight on the way... (Not meant to be offensive, just a figure of speach where i'm at now) a romance supernatural thing....


ummmmm, i'd go for something witty for the title, like love changeling (corney) or something like that.

No, a new Twilight is a good term actually,
it means we've got a new hit on the way that's supernatural romance written by a girl,

now, if you continue it to BE offensive it would add: which is overly hyper and obsessed about even though it's not that great, but since he means no offense, this part of the meaning is null

I thought of lightning in the shower
and felt I had some rhythmic power
so I spit the words on my tongue into a mess
and put them to the test
in order to see there best

We are the lightning that takes all your feeling
Rise up from the ground, straight up to the ceiling
Then fall back down to keep from revealing
The static that keeps on stealing

Your life from you
We strike and come through
We’ll take you out before you count one two
And before you come to
We steal it away from you

Lightning strike!
You have no right
To say you’re alright
Cuz before you enter the ring you’ve already lost the fight
So sit back, hold tight
And watch the white light
Goodnight

Everything to fear
For your, end is here
But let me make this clear

You won’t feel a thing
You’ll hear angels sing

They’ll call your name
Cuz you’ve, lost the game
For you cannot tame
The lightning’s flame


^^ I liked it considering I've never tried rapping before ^^

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devious are you insulting me?
lol. just kidding.

RANDOM POEMS!

here's one for you, nice and short to.

it's hard to care what others think
when you've a heart as black as ink
Why should i care while others stare?
thier deaths will make my day complete
When it get's down to it and i've had time to think
i know i've a heart as black as ink
yet i won't walk alone any longer
What dosn't kill us only makes us stronger.

dome ones post on ehre, quickly, i don't have my book with me.

i think the last poem u put was pretty cool. im not a poem person more of drawings. but i have some friends who write poems. their good at it 2

okay here goes nothing sorry if it sucks


As the blood runs down the razor
i think
why did you have to die so young
why did you have to leave me in this world alone]
can you tell me why
no
i dont think anyone can
when i said thos three words i meant them
now your gone and the blood runs down the razor
i tell myself i will soon be with youbut now i am waking up in a white room
i say to myself now how will i unite myself with you
then i hear your voice saying dont take away something so great
you say i dont want you to die
so i say okay i wont until the time comes
good bye david i will miss you soo much
i love you with all my heart
This is dedicated to david and gas my entire heart and soul put in to it and i want you all to know i loved him so very much and love is not a light thing

please dont be afraid to tell me the truth

LOVE IT!

mayhaps you could have used some more discriptive words, or some bigger ones, but other than that, i LIKE IT!

you should post pomes on here more often stevie.

thanks

That sounded REALLY nerdy, and really cool at the same time, is that even possible?

so, yeah...

I know, I already knew that, I'm starting fresh somewhere else lol

Yup ^^ ah man I gotta find intelligent people to be mods, I.E. you, Will and Ash so far, you're the only 3 who seem capable (As long as you can put up with Ash and not try to ban her 8 or 9 times lmao

I'll wait for Will to respond to see if he's making a site still, it'd make no sense to put out forums at the same time, it'd split the group and mess with eachother

Sage?
(BTw, this is leading up to something, I'm thinking up my next vamp. intro, it'll either be one of the Sci Fi or another 'realistic' one

Oh like Kakashi? (Psychotic bastard lol)

i've got some bad news....

i was unsuccesful at making the writing site.
someo ne i know hacked into it and completely screwed it up.
needless tyo say, they're much better with computors than i am, so i can't fix it.

devious, go a head and make a new site, like the old one you said got knocked down.
make it have all taht good stuff
i have failed...

(just in casse you didn't get it, the last three lines of this post was a short poem.)

This thread is getting too long and is too pointless to warrant such length. If any mod disagrees, feel free to reopen, but I'm locking this for now.