"Hey... Moon? Why are there heartaches and tears?" · 3:49am Sep 18th, 2014
Greetings fellow sufferers!
In my time on this site, I've made my fair share of interesting comments. The range and stylistic choices in these comments are quite vast. Some are just an emote. Some are of a picture or youtube video conveying stuff. Some are serious. Some are dead serious. Most are comedic attempts of fail, while others are successfully retarded beyond all recognition. It's often a mix of these as I seriousness turns to humorous on a dime.
A few are respitefully short, while others are long enough to show I put way too much effort into crafting them and have possibly wasted at least an hour (like this blogpost) spewing words on an obscured digital background, overshadowed by somebody else's story or blogpost. It's useful to be able to type fast, something I suck at, especially on an iPhone, which is where I do all my interweb crap. Yeah, oftentimes it takes me an hour to comment on something because I am just that bad.
Some comments are, admittedly, strange. Sometimes, they're purposely like that. But there are others that are quirks and end up like that to my satisfaction and I can't put into words how delightfully creepy they sound to my ears. Oh, and I like how I almost subconsciously make little references to previous, almost irrelevant posts. It's fun!
A few of my comments have role play aspects to them because hey, I have a (really) minor background in RP forums. A rare few comments of mine turn into small stories, forming into them as I think more about the topic at hand as I type. Quirky...
Although, I can hardly say any comment or anything I write is perfect. I dunno. Something gets lost in the translation of ideas from brain, to nerves, to muscles, to fingers that sluggishly tap on the clear, but worn, protective screen of a purple and black otterbox that houses a white 16GB iPhone 4S that displays a small-assed keyboard. I think it's partially why I'm sometimes seem cryptic. I can never be happy with what I write, even if I get a good laugh.
Anyways, I see people posting the comments they've made on stories and forums on their blogs like a bunch of strutting peacocks and thought maybe I could give it a try. I like showing off crap, too. I guess this might be the first of these, depending how lazy I am.
RainbowBob recently made a blogpost reviewing the featured box. One of the stories was of an intersex EqG Twilight going to college. That got one guy kinda getting his jimmies rustled regarding meetings with transgendered women and traps and whatever a la The Crying Game, calling the situation a nightmare. My response was to say I would be willing to try it with a transgender gal. I would be kinda pissed if she didn't tell beforehand, though. What? I like guys and gals, and a gal with a dick sounds hawt. Personality plays a massive part in who turns me on, and not so much what gender they are, although that does play a bit. I guess I'm sort of a foolish romantic that way.
But, that little catboi at the back of my head didn't want me to stop, so I kept on writing past my welcome. I wanted to figure out what the guy's mindset was for saying such a thing, so I did a little point of view exercise which turned into a scene that could be used in a larger story. Keep in mind he did use the word "nightmare".
The hotel room is dark, but there's still enough moonlight shining into the window that you see what you need to see. You're trapped in that scene from The Crying Game. You're aghast at that thing that invited you and that thing you honestly thought would welcome you inside. An unsettling feeling grows in your gut, making you limp instantly.
Something small cracks in your mind and darkness oozes right in, viscously dribbling onto the floor. Your heart races, going from zero to a hundred in a single second. The feeling of smooth, warm, comforting silk from a moment ago is replaced with rough sandpaper, grating abrasively on your skin. Your back doesn't feel right. Out of alignment, it tingles with numbing cold. Condescending thoughts bubble in the thick black ooze on the cold, apathetic ground.
Slowly, it congeals, stretches upwards and solidifies into something monstrous, a bastard parody of the human form, black, murky and wet. It raises a slimy hand. With a slick-grease gesture, the abomination points with a flick, judgement and condescension flung into your face, as a literal glob of sticky, pungent goo.
A ragged laugh erupts from a head that's only a mouth attached to a thin, fragile, gelatinous throat. It bulges and undulates as it gurgles and chortles.
You blink in confusion and when you open your eyes, there's three of them. Blink again, six. Again, and there's ten. Once more, and the whole room is filled. They're so many of them that they stick to the walls and ceiling, sideways and upside down, anchored to globs of thick potent ichor. Putrid monsters who point and gurgle-laugh at you, pelting you with globs and throaty spittle that run slowly down your half-dressed form.
Slowly, they clear a path to that detestable thing, your bile rising and threatening to drown you as they do. They might be laughing and pointing, too, at her. Him. It. It's hard to tell who's the sacrificial totem to their ridicule. You. Her/him/it. Maybe neither, but likely both.
Both are threatening predator-beasts that hunt, trap, and kill. One is normal, the other a disgusting abomination.
You book it out of the hotel room covering your ass. Your face contorts, a grimacing vitriolic cocktail. Ashamedly, fear is part of the mix, too.
Unfortunately, I'm always late to the party on these things, so I doubt anybody saw my pretentious, non-sensible bull crap.
The guy, Serefin, said he would like to see it made into a story. In my experience, if you wanna get shit done, you gotta do it yourself. I guess I might do it, eventually. I have a feeling it would be a bit of a mirror of It by M E Lovecolt.
It would probably draw a lot of hate, too. It is displaying transphobia, after all. But I dunno... I'm not sharing the same viewpoint as what I would be writing :/ Awkward Turtle. Maybe I'd end up making a happier ending. I dunno. I do like the surreal horror, and horror does like bad endings.
I think I'd be digging myself my own grave. Might be fun(?)
Yeah, I think I have a plot building in my mind now for the little catboi to play with... it might work. We're all flawed individuals, after all.
But that's at a later time. I got so much crap to do, like reading and judging for this month's write off. I'm donating some Magic to it, and I'm kinda hoping my prize incentive was the reason there are so many participants.
There is a fuckton for me to read still.
-YM
Red thumbs incoming on that story in 3, 2, 1...
But you could write it, probably better than anyone. I'd read it. Just remember, the first time is the worst.
Hah. Just kidding. It gets worse.
I've now decided the way to get you to write a story is to tease you about your authorial virginity.
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To give it away so easily is simply awful... 
But... but Bad Horse-senpai. My mother has told me that my cherry is a valuable and irreplaceable gift of innocence...
*titters*
Hmph. Maybe you should actually be teasing me about it more often
It actually might be strangely motivational.