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11 years ago
Well, my new years resolution is to find a mate! One, that I can really like, and hopefully see in Real Life at some point, and one that won't disappear from my life like that. Hehe but other than that, I do want to publish the most creepiest, disturbing, grotesque, malevolent, goriest creation of a piece of writing that has ever been written. I want to create something, that will make readers regurgitate after reading the story. It'll be full of monsters, creatures of the night, blood, alcohol, sex, rape, decapitation, torture, indefatigably chopping off limbs, nightmares, burning, fire, and all of that good stuff ^_^
Please, don't think I'm demented in any way. Dont' think I need psychological help. Heheh I'm just good at writing that kind of stuff. I just aim all of my anger and depression into my writing, and I detail it to a great spec. Here's a piece of my writing I just made up in my head while writing the above sentence ^^
"I gripped the knife with my left hand, as I slowly walked back to the torture chair where I held my victim. I sat myself onto his lap, as I grabbed his crotch in an erotic way, well at least for me. He started to moan and scream, his voice being violated by the duck tape I had adhered to his face. I took the knife, switching it over to my write hand, and I set it on the table next to him. "Come on?" I said. "I'm not that crazy?" I got up off of his lap, and made my way over to the medical tray I had. I picked up the syringe from the tray, and got back over to him, plopping myself down. I then slowly, meniackly, probed his eyeball with the syringe. The devilish screams coming from his being, as I injected his eyeball with cold water, I savored the moment. Taking in every moan and cry for help, I picked up the knife, and tore it into his right eye. Slowly cutting it out, and blood gushing onto my chest, and onto his lap. I took a finger full of blood, and stuck it in my mouth. I pulled out his eye, and placed it in a bottle on the counter. "Mmm..." I said moaning. "You taste good." "
Please, don't think I'm demented in any way. Dont' think I need psychological help. Heheh I'm just good at writing that kind of stuff. I just aim all of my anger and depression into my writing, and I detail it to a great spec. Here's a piece of my writing I just made up in my head while writing the above sentence ^^
"I gripped the knife with my left hand, as I slowly walked back to the torture chair where I held my victim. I sat myself onto his lap, as I grabbed his crotch in an erotic way, well at least for me. He started to moan and scream, his voice being violated by the duck tape I had adhered to his face. I took the knife, switching it over to my write hand, and I set it on the table next to him. "Come on?" I said. "I'm not that crazy?" I got up off of his lap, and made my way over to the medical tray I had. I picked up the syringe from the tray, and got back over to him, plopping myself down. I then slowly, meniackly, probed his eyeball with the syringe. The devilish screams coming from his being, as I injected his eyeball with cold water, I savored the moment. Taking in every moan and cry for help, I picked up the knife, and tore it into his right eye. Slowly cutting it out, and blood gushing onto my chest, and onto his lap. I took a finger full of blood, and stuck it in my mouth. I pulled out his eye, and placed it in a bottle on the counter. "Mmm..." I said moaning. "You taste good." "
...OMFG THAT IS MESSED UP