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I don't really feel like drawing, but I do want to update, so I decided to put up excerpts from writing I've been doing. ----------------------------- I like having conversations with my fictional characters. I don't have DID, I'm just creative. Sometimes I jot down bits of beyond the fourth wall dialog when they particularly amuse me. Talos Quinn is an idealistic, elderly poet who has been particularly talkative lately. He wants me to write a novel about him. I've started doing that. ----------------------------- "The quiet misery singular to teachers is the slow, dawning awareness that however much learning we impart upon our students, it is impossible to teach through words and symbols anything of true importance, or even to significantly prepare them for those lessons they might learn while kneeling at the altar of suffering. We can only hope, hold, and beg them to understand, and not merely endure." -Talos Quinn "My past is littered with mistakes like the night sky is littered with stars. And from each shining folly, I have learned so much. I suppose it wasn't such a mistake to make all those mistakes." - Talos Quinn "You have the capacity to be remarkable. Please exercise it. It would amuse me." - Talos Quinn Abigail: "Write a novel. Write a novel. Is that all you can say? How about I kill you? How about the main plot arc culminates in your violent death. How about that? Still want me to write a novel?"
Talos: "Good lord. The plot seems to be just a series of things intended make me sad."
----------------------------- Eliana is a charming little girl who can turn into a giant monster and mold flesh like clay. This is a little exchange she had that I liked. ----------------------------- Eliana turned around. A fleshy, crab-like stool was behind her. It shifted restlessly from one pincer to another, and made soft clicking noises. Eliana crouched down in front of it. "Who's a chair? Who's a good chair? Are you a good chair? Are you?" The chair clicked excitedly that is was, indeed, a good chair. "You want to sit! You want to sit down? Who wants to sit down?" The chair clicked that it did! It wanted to sit down! "Go find a place for us to sit!" ----------------------------- These are excerpts from the novel Talos is making me write. His name was changed to Gregory Blackwood for plot reasons. It's a vampire novel that takes place in Georgian England. The research is taking a while. None of my vampires sparkle. Sunlight kills them. ----------------------------- "You said there were no survivors from the fire," he said in his hissing rasp. "Yes." Charlotte nodded. "Am I dead?" Charlotte hesitated just a moment before answering. "Yes," she said. There was a brief silence. "Is this Hell?" he asked. "No. We are still in your cellar, Professor Blackwood." "I am dead," he said. "And in my cellar." "If you come with me I will explain everything," said Charlotte. "We can go somewhere safe. And comfortable. And I can get you something to eat. You must be hungry." "Hungry," the creature in the wall echoed. "What do dead people eat?" "Blood," said Charlotte. ----------------------------- Gregory: "Why did you kill me?"
----------------------------- Gregory: "People are people. Even when they are also horrible monsters." ----------------------------- Gregory: "Um. Your magical powers are as startling as they are random." ----------------------------- "Not only is Blackwood not sufficiently dead, but now the Humanists are involved. What the hell was Fell thinking? He was supposed to kill an old man. How hard is it to kill an old man? I could kill an old man! Turning an old man into a hissing monster is not the way you kill an old man! It's much more effective to use a pillow. Or a lead pipe." - Eva ----------------------------- "When you have a hammer, everything looks like a nail. When you have a knife, everything looks like a throat." - Eva |
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News - 02/02/10
You still reading? The whole update was text. You don't need more text. Go out and play. -Abigail |
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