More Blog Posts9

449 weeks
A change of heart

My best friend shot himself Saturday. He was my first friend here in America, and I was heartbroken that he had done it. He was always so happy and cheerful, I would've never thought he would... Just end it all. I'll miss him. But I almost made a mistake as well. I was going to delete my account and take a handful of pills, but I couldn't. I have a friend here and he helped me these past two
Read More
10 comments · 382 views
452 weeks
Story Time

I wrote a story. The start of one, anyway. Please critique me, as i am a glutton for punishment. It's my first real foray into recreational writing and i want know how my performance was. Also, i hit publish and it doesn't appear in my stories section. do i just wait? or have I buggered it somehow?
7 comments · 308 views
452 weeks
Heroes of the storm

If any of you would like to play, I'm always looking for more friends. Please let me know if interested!
9 comments · 419 views
458 weeks
Criticism needed

Black boots clacked on the cracked pavement. The heavy footfalls echoing along the dark alleys and off the grimy brick walls that lined the sidewalk. They stopped after a time, the iron grey toes of the jet black boots coming to a stop inches before a plastic trash can. Gray hands came out of leather pockets, reaching towards the garbage bin. They dug through the mess, grimy fingers clutching
Read More
3 comments · 361 views
462 weeks
Digging me down

Have you ever felt like everything in the world was against you at once? Like the gods themselves conspired against you? Recently, my aunt and Grandfather passed away, both barely recognizable when I saw them before the final moment. My mother, who was a recovering alcoholic, has fallen into her old habits, as well as some new drug related ones if the foreclosed house she lived in is any
Read More
0 comments · 319 views

Jul

26th

2015

Criticism needed · 4:27am Jul 26th, 2015

Black boots clacked on the cracked pavement. The heavy footfalls echoing along the dark alleys and off the grimy brick walls that lined the sidewalk. They stopped after a time, the iron grey toes of the jet black boots coming to a stop inches before a plastic trash can. Gray hands came out of leather pockets, reaching towards the garbage bin. They dug through the mess, grimy fingers clutching around anything metal. Copper, tin, even some tarnished silver. The metal pieces clashed and scraped together as they were moved from the bin to a burlap sack resting by the iron-toed boots. A jet black eyebrow was raised when their owner found something he didn't expect to. A filthy hand came up from its crawl in the garbage, fingers laced around a ruby red gem fragment. It felt... Unnatural. The hand travled slowly to the pocket from which it emerged before, depositing the gem fragment. A wicked grin went showed yellow teeth. He remembered. He had seen the gem before. He remembered what they did. Now... Now it was the time. Now... It was his time to be adored.

Report Hex Bloodstone · 361 views · #Progress

Comments ( 3 )