After seeing some many succesful writing threads I thought I'd start my own. This will mostly bee full of poems, but you might see a short story here or there, just not that many. Occasionally I might add some random, dumb crappy art that I made in MS Paint.
Well, here is one of the first things that I ever drew in MS Paint. I was just fooling around with it and this is what i got.
One of the first short stories I wrote. It was here on AG somewhere...
Ahh, found it. Kinda strange if you ask me.
Gone Blind
Nicholas Packard was an outstanding artist. Nobody's art was even close to his superlative, and extravagant art. Some people say that his repainting of the Mona Lisa was better than Leonardo Da Vinci's. He was so rich from selling his paintings that he could buy the White House, or buy out Wal-Mart, or McDonald's, but he wasn't the kind of person to spend all of it on his own personal needs. He loves to help the poor families that couldn't even support themselves. Nor was he the secluded type that stayed in there home with all there money in privacy. Nick liked to be out with the people, and enjoy the world and appreciate all that nature has to offer. Nature, it's so beautiful. This is the reason Nick started his painting journey. Ever since he was a kid his love for the outdoors and painting increased. Each of his paintings has to do with nature, animals, etc. This is how he got so successful, painting. He loved his art, and if any thing happened to him that rendered his art making abilities he'd kill himself. One day after he was done painting a beautiful deer, he went to go to bed for the night. As usual his dream was about being out in the wild painting pictures. Every night this was his exact dream, of course the things he painted changed. But he never got tired of it. Some people say that if there was no such thing as art he would have had never been born. When he started to wake up something didn't feel right, like he was awake with his eye's open but he couldn't see. At first he thought it was a nightmare, but he still wasn't seeing anything yet. He started to get up and then he realized something, he wasn't asleep, he was indeed awake. He had gone blind. "Rebecca!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nick screamed. "What? What is it honey?" She asked "I've gone blind!!!!" "Oh, your just acting silly, Nick." "I'm not kidding, I can't see anything! What am I going to do, my art, my fans, all of my life is ruined." Nick said sobbing. "Ok, don't panic, panic is the enemy. Alright, we need to take you to the hospital, pronto." She helped him up and around the house. It was quite difficult trying to tug around a two hundred and fifteen pound man down the stairs and out the door into the Lamborghini. It was an exhausting one hour drive to the hospital. For Nick it felt like three years. Once they got there everybody tried greeting him but security kept them away. When they got inside the doctor said nothing could be done because they had never seen anything like this before and it could take years to find a cure. This was devastating news to him. When they got home he started to interpret all that had just happened in the past two hours or so. "I'm ruined, what am I supposed to do now?" He asked. "Nothing, I guess." She said. It was late that night and he was dead asleep when he started to wake up. He needed a nice, cold, refreshing, glass of water to forget his nightmare of going blind. There's only one thing wrong about this, it wasn't a nightmare, it was real, it actually happened. He knew his own house enough to get to the stairs. That's when trouble happened. He took one step down, slipped, and fell down the stairs making an earth rattling sound. BOOM! BANG! POW! SNAP! Unfortunately for Nick that snapping sound was his precious neck. He had just died. Now, he said that if anything rendered his painting abilities he'd kill himself. I don't think this is what he meant. Rebecca came running down the stairs and saw his lifeless corpse and yelled at the top of her lungs, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"
Here is another peom. Not much to say about it though.
Sometimes Miracles Can Happen
There is a storm inside of me Sucking out all of my glee It leaves me sad and depressed Making me think that I should have confessed
As I think about you It is the only thing that I can do I miss you baby, very much You were released right out of my clutch
You were my life and everything in it But now I sit falling in this endless pit I fall and depression rules I wish I had you back, if only I had the right tools
There is a storm inside of me Sucking out all of my glee It leaves me sad and depressed Making me think that I should have confessed
The affair that I was in Fells like a hurtful, lowly sin Well, I rolled the dice And know I have to pay the price
I will probably never see your face again I tell you I regret this shameful sin As you leave I look with sorrow Wondering how I will live through tomorrow
There is a storm inside of me Sucking out all of my glee It leaves me sad and depressed Making me think that I should have confessed
As I sit here gouging in my own depression I think hat I've learned my lesson But now I have these thoughts That are all over my brain like little blots
These thoughts of suicide I really need to confide But I must tell someone Although I don't have any one
There is a storm inside of me Sucking out all of my glee It leaves me sad and depressed Making me think that I should have confessed
As these thoughts pass through my mind I think about death, now my brain is in a bind I get the gun load with a clip I am going to shoot but then I hear a flip
It is the door it is cracking Could it be her or are my ears lacking I look at the figure in the light It is you my love, you gave me a fright
It seems like you have come back but why It's because I don't want you to die I've been thinking about you baby You've been my only thoughts lately
But I felt the gun disappear A new me has reappeared I feel refreshed to have you here I think I'll celebrate with some beer
Thank you for coming back Without you my life has lost track I felt lonely I felt depressed Now with you I feel caressed
I'm glad to be with you too I don't know what I would do without you Letâs go off a happy couple And letâs make a promise to make us inseparable
I just thought this one up. Yeah it probably sucks. Fell free to say whatever you want.
Alone
It was nine fifty-two in the morning, I had just woke up. Man last night was awesome. I had just received an Employee of the Year award. And then I came home to celebrate. That was one big party we had. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and get woken up. After that I went down stairs to ask my wif if she made coffee and nobody was there. After searching the whole house nobody was here. I looked outside and the cars were still here. I went to go ask my neighbor Walter if knew what was going on. I knocked on the door and no answer. Hmm, the door was locked. I peered through the window and no one was home.I thought "God this is weird, What the heck is happening?" I search everywhere and ther was no sign of life. I tried turn on the T.V but no power. That was when I felt shaking. I thought "What the hell?" Then I woke up screaming. My god I must have had a horrible dream.
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I like scribbles.... it seems like true art.
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I was bored so I started my own journal. Not all of it is true, but some of it is true though.
My Journal: July 19, 2009
Today as usual nothing happened. I sat there on my bed, laying, thinking about something to write, but as usual, nothing prevailed. I've been having serious writers block lately. I've never felt anything like it. And it is getting increasingly worse. This is the only thing that I have written in a couple of days. On a different note we got our pool set up. Man did it feel good to get in that water and swim on such a hot day. I got out my Gameboy Advance today, ahh, going back to the good old days and playing some Pokemon Gold and Fire Red. I don't play it that much though. Other than that I've been on my computer surfing the web.
I sit here watching life pass by wondering why I fell I wan't to die I just hate my life right now There has been nothing in my life to make me go WOW
Suicide has entered my mind These thoughts have put me in an awful bind Yes I have thought it over It is my fortune, my luck, my four leaf clover
Suicidal thoughts, these are mine I think that they are just fine As I hold the knife to my chest I push, what, I am wearing a bulletproof vest
Maybe it isn't my time to die God has stoped me, but why He says it isn't my time just yet Maybe I do have a purpose on on this earth that is so big, green and wet
