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BlackWidower


Old story writer, trying to get back on the pony. Really just want to finish something.

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  • 100 weeks
    Return to the Fiction

    I haven't written anything related to fanfiction, or any type of prose, in over five years. That's actually why I've been avoiding this site for so very long. Partially out of having nothing to actually post, but also embarrassment. At first, it was just college, but then it became something else. I love writing, and cannot believe I ever stopped. And... well rather than go into great detail, I

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  • 413 weeks
    Regarding Sibling Rivalry

    I recently wrote a review of the Avengers, which will be posted by noontime Monday on my website. And I opened it thusly:

    Sometimes, you have to know what you’re doing. Where you’re going. What your purpose is.

    I never quite understood this until recently.

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  • 422 weeks
    Return to Sibling Rivalry

    It feels like so long ago that I last wrote anything fictitious.

    I actually enjoy writing. It's a great way to share your thoughts with the world. But lately most of my thoughts haven't been on the continuing adventures of fictitious ponies in the land of Equestria. Recently, I spent my time writing about Tron; Star Trek; and Littlest Pet Shop, my new favourite cartoon.

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  • 432 weeks
    Another cry for help!

    Once again, I must put out a call for editors. Particularly this week, I’m gonna need some real a-holes to look for any and all errors in my work.

    The reason I’m putting out this call once again, is that so far, I’ve failed to find any usable assistance. A problem which I detailed here.

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  • 437 weeks
    A Waking Dragon

    I want to apologize. It's been a while since I wrote a chapter of A Waking Dragon. Six months to be precise. That's pretty fucking pathetic, even for me.

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Dec
11th
2012

That's a Lot of Blood · 10:49pm Dec 11th, 2012

Allow me to tell you about my weekend.

Saturday Night in particular was a very special night for me. It all started as I was cleaning a few dishes. Simple task, just go to the kitchen sink, take a soapy sponge, scrub every square inch, go to my room, and let it dry on a paper towel. See? Simple!

Unfortunately, that night, something went awry. As I'm drying a single rocks glass, something happened. Best guess: the glass slipped from my grip, broke, and I tried to grab it again. But all I remember clearly was the glass slipping, a pain in my left hand, half my ring finger going numb, and a lot of blood. Acting quickly, I found a small towel and wrapped my hand in it

Thankfully my roommate, J Mo, was home and willing to help, responding to my screams. I asked him to call 9-1-1, and call my mother who's number was on my phone. I don't think either of us were thinking straight. I should have just told him the number, and he probably shouldn't have taken that task as higher priority over 9-1-1.

J had a bit of a medical background as a lab tech. He told me to find a bigger towel and helped me wrap my hand in that. I got a good look at the wound and it was wide open, not a small wound.

Anyway, since he didn't know how to work my phone I had to use my right hand, covered in blood from my left hand, to call my mother, who advised me to call 9-1-1, which I didn't do at this point, because I didn't think it was worth it. The dispatcher told me to wait at the street corner, which I did, and eventually the ambulance arrived.

Meanwhile, my mom arrived at the same time and said she locked herself out of her running car, So I let her borrow my single room key to get inside and find my full set so she could use my car to get home, get her keys, blah blah blah.

Had a lovely talk with the paramedics about 9-1-1 abuse and ADD. Nice guys.

We arrived at the ER and I'm sent to the waiting room. Thankfully I didn't have to wait long and was seen pretty damn quickly. They clean up the wound, and I keep tweeting and texting my mother, who hadn't shown up yet.

Eventually the doctor arrived to analyse the damage. The tendons came out unscathed, so no loss of mobility, but as you'll recall, I mentioned that half my finger went numb. She books me an appointment with a plastic surgeon to get the damaged nerve fixed.

As she's sewing me up I talk about that Sherlock modernization on the BBC. She mentions she doesn't like British accents or gore.

If she can't stand gore, why is she a doctor? Anyway, my hand was gorier than any scene from Sherlock.

Eight stitches later, I'm all wrapped up and ready to leave, but my mother hadn't shown up yet, and as I was texting her, my battery died. She was not only my ride, but she also had my house key and I had no money. A few hours later, she still had not shown up, and she woudn't answer my calls. So in my frustration, I called a cab and asked him to drive me to my mother's. I assumed she had fallen asleep since it was so late.

She wasn't there.

So at that point I was stranded and I still had to pay the cab.

I explain the situation and convince the driver to let me pay at a later date after driving me home.

Of course I am still locked out, but one of my roommates on the main level kindly lets me in. But of course she had to wake to do it. I also notice that the headlights on my car are on.

J is also awake and I explain the situation.

We still can't contact my mother, and I start to fear the worst. I end up spending the night in his room. He's a really good friend.

But before we go to bed, J reveals he was woken by our other roommate, who was drunk and playing his music at a very high volume. I wrote about this guy before. The prick yells at, and obtusely threatens, both of us, particularly after J suggests he'll call the cops. Eventually he resorts to begging us not to do it. Apparently he even started to cry.

He reminds me of a scared little boy, afraid of losing his toys, and thinking that he can use his strength to get what he wants.

I'll write more about this at a later date.

The next morning I still can't contact my mother. But she eventually shows up at the house and explains what happened, and let's just say she had a really good reason for not showing up. But it still doesn't explain everything. I'll need to look into this.

She also points out that sometime last night someone smashed my car's rear lights. Oh my-Who would do such a thing?

Well, I know I have a theory, and I probably don't have to tell you what it is.

My mom leaves before I get to ask her for my key back, as I'm too busy calling the police about the damaged lights. So I have to wait for my landlord to show up.

By Monday I learn that my car's battery-saving function failed the night before, so I have to take a cab to the hospital, costing me more money.

I see the surgeon and he explains that I won't get into surgery until Friday, where they'll use a microscope to reattach the nerve. Then they wrap my arm in a splint, which is sorta like a cast, and it seems a bit overboard to me. But it means that my left hand is completely immobile.

So, for the next week or two I don't think I'll be able to write a damn thing. Not only will the cut itself still have to heal, I'll also need to recover from surgery.

I'll also be unable to make those cookies I planned.

Anyway, that was my weekend. Sounds like fun huh?

Now, I know what you're thinking: If I can't write, where did this come from? Right-handed Dvorak, which is a bitch, because I need to relearn how to type. Hopefully I won't forget standard Dvorak.

Anyway, surgery on Friday. Wish me luck!

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Comments ( 7 )

Holy shee-it.
I've had some bad weekends, and that's pretty damn bad.
Good luck with everything man /)

That sounds horrible. Oh, geez. I woulda killed someone.

Also, despite how...rude or something...this may seem, I couldn't help but notice. Are you left-handed?

Hopefully you survive. we care for you
and all of that started by doing dishes. its a chain reaction

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Thankfully, no. Otherwise I'd be screwed in several more ways.

That's bad news bears right there.

I wish you luck on your surgery. Tell them to give you extra fingers to spare. How neat!

- Church

Hope that you heal quickly!

Damn....well I wish you luck......

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