So, my writing is back :)
I remember at the start of this blog.. I was very excited about writing a story, and keeps updates and posts about it..and then I got distracted with the other joys of blog.
So I've decided to have a extraordinary over-due, mind you, post about my writing.
I want to write a thriller.
I would make a fantastic serial killer, but you know, I don't really fit the job description, considering:
1) not bothered
2) I can't find leather black gloves anywhere, or ski masks except those shotty ones in Jay Jay's
3) Blood makes me squeemish
4) You have to actually kill someone. I think. Not sure.
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Anyhow. Back to the point. I want to write a thriller, and I'm not posting the name cos someone might steal it. Unless someone already has stolen it. Stolers. So I'm going to post the prolouge I wrote, because that is definitley copyrighted, so you'd better watch it, if I find someone else snatching it up.
Because I will hunt you down.
Okay. If you don't like disgusting scary stuff, skip reading all the writing in the green colour. Because that's going to be the prologue.
Nails.
Sharp, pointy, filed nails.
Not your ordinary manicure; these nails were coloured a sickly yellow like the flesh of a decomposed body. They were pointed like arrow heads, thick and stained, the rim of dried red blood cells permanently trapped underneath.
Then there was the hair.
Stringy, full of knots, greasy hair.
The kind that hadn't been washed for months, filthy and tattered, containing the hidden reek of dead bodies slowly rotting in the harsh conditions of time.
The most important though, was the hands.
Of course, it was the hands that did everything to satisfaction, the unrelaxed crease of planning to perfection with a old rusted ballpoint. The jagged, uneven stitches of an eighth finger, the handmade scars of the other seven.
Two more to go, two more to do,
You can't stop it, this much is true.
One game for me, one game for you,
One more game of peek-a-boo.
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Okay. So. Phew. Update finished. Completed. YAY.
Fun blog stuff now :D
Okay I really need to get this in.
I don't think I've ever told you guys how special and awesome grandpa's really are. My grandpa, (my mum's side, Maltese, alive) - (well, you want me to say he's dead?) is really smart and clever. He is like, a ceramic/painter/sketching expert. Professional standard. But he awesome part is that he has never used his talent to get him money, only like, self happiness. Or something.
His is really really really good at wood work too.
A few weeks back ( I know how delayed I am ) his church in his area asked for some help, to fix up some statues that are put out during mass around Christmas time. Take a look:
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| This statue belongs to the Catholic church that asked my Grandpa to repaint and fix up; above is one of the kings bringing gifts from 'afar' to baby Jesus in the Nativity story from the Bible. |
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| This is the statue of baby Jesus; he even had to repaint the eyes and facial features. Imagine.... |
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| Joseph and Mary, from the Nativity scene, parents of baby Jesus. |
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| The whole set, except for the third wise king because their wasn't enough room on the table. They were really heavy, actually. |
Okay :) Did you like? Make sure you all appreciate your elders ( your real elders, not your friends that are one month older,
ahem; ) and learn as much as you can from them.
Yes Jessie, that includes your grandma.
Annyeong xxx
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