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Forlorn
"Forlorn"
by Alex Sorrow
So much time passes while I am thinking
Yet I linger on one thought
I stare at it, it looks back unblinking
The sorrow that I have sought
I break away from the restrains of life
Or it has not seen me yet
The thought cuts down to the bone like a knife
Always ignored is this threat
This thought, this word, is the rain overhead
Forming puddles on the ground
From where I see, reflected, the tears shed
Over lips that make no sound
The storm rains harder, puddles grow stronger
Until I stand in a lake
Reflecting fear I can take no longer
Reflecting silence I break
"Why?"
Given life from being spoken, it comes
The thought gazes from the rain
But the answer pounds in my head like drums
For I have known well this pain
It will always hurt to think about why
Because we have known why not
And though the truth we oversimplify
All became clear with a thought
"Why?
What a silly question, surely you can agree
We ignore the truth, but the truth sets us free
Why
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Literature
Reflections
"Life is a mirror and will reflect back to the thinker what he thinks into it."
-Ernest Holmes
"Reflections"
by Alex Sorrow
I sit and gaze beyond the flawless glass
Until I realize that I do not see
What lies behind this window nevermore
Only into the reflection of me.
 
My ghost stares back with eyes devoid of life
Or perhaps that’s what my eyes really are
Were I to look away, the ghost would leave
From there, he would travel to places far.
 
He’d soar through shining waters of moonlight
Or creep along a wall of polished stone
My ghost would walk through so many windows
Travelling so far, but never alone
(for reflections never are).
 
I wonder, if when you looked to his eyes
If they would be as lifeless as are mine
Would my ghost still look at me with sadness
Or would his eyes have rekindled their shine?
 
But no matter how far my ghost had flew
How long it had been since we shared a glance
I would drag him back to this same window
When I would l
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Literature
Moving On
You were always so sweet
You were always so shy too
Talking about your passions, so upbeat
We always wanted to look out for you.
And you were always so warm
Though your skin was always cold
You were unique, you refused to conform
Inside you had an insanity untold
And you always made me happy
After you, I was never the same.
But I was never unhappy
Because you gave me a name.
And you were always so deceptive
But you knew things because I trusted you
Perhaps we just needed a change of perspective
And our friendship would pull through
Finally… you were always strange
Because you were different, all mine
I hope that you never change
And that everything works out just fine.
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Now you are afraid to come out
Painting with an uneasy grin
Living a life filled with doubt
Leaving us on the outside looking in.
Now you see me and leave
Your coldness is now distance
The fact I’ve changed, you’ll never believe
Because I changed everything in a
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Literature
Sometimes I Wonder If I Could Have Done More
"Sometimes I Wonder If I Could Have Done More"
by Alex Sorrow

Our love was a book
Together, our writing was stronger
One conversation was all it took
And the book would grow longer
As time weaved through the days
The pages became worn
The words were colorful grays
That blossomed as they were born
All it took was a simple tear
Both on the page and on your face
To make the story disappear
And you fled from my embrace
Now you write alone
But you were always my muse
Whispering in a caring tone
As you showed me different views
Now I read alone
Seeing that your writing grew
Not blind to all that I’ve been shown
Watching you write with someone new
Now our readers have gone
And I am afraid to find them
Not because I’m not strong
But because I am,  I condemn
Now that we are apart
Now that our book is wore
I wish you all the best with all my heart
But sometimes I wonder if I could have done more.
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Literature
The Confession (WP 2)
“Life itself is neither good nor evil, but only a place for good and evil.”
-Marcus Aelius Aurelis
“The Confession”
By Alex Sorrow
    The sky was a deep shade of dark blue streaked with gray clouds. The sun had long faded over the horizon, leaving the moon to peer over the world like a glowing eye. The sound of the wind was soft, almost mournful. The gravel path crunched beneath the man’s shoes as he walked up the hill to the looming church. The bells had begun to ring not long after dusk had fallen, leading the man to wonder why the church bells were ringing now. The crooning way that the bells seemed to resonate over the horizon… it was almost as if the bells were beckoning him to come and unburden his soul from the sin that he had committed.
    The man stepped onto the hallowed ground, and immediately the bells abruptly stopped. The wind’s crying slowed to a light whimper. The m
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Literature
Loneliness
Loneliness is the solemn despair
Of crying for help with no reply
No one is around to see your sigh
Nobody willing to even care.
This is the crisis you cannot share
So despairingly you wipe your eye
Until the iris itself is dry
You smile so they are unaware.
But deep in the silence, do you think
Of having somebody there for you?
Somebody to bring you from the brink
Somebody to help you to get through?
But that is silly, nobody cares, you groan.
After all, you do deserve to be alone.
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Literature
The Reaper WP 1
    They called me “The Silhouette” because that’s all that you would see of me after I took my shot. I was sought after internationally for my ability to disappear effortlessly after a successful kill, and my reputation as an assassin brought me business. Corporate executives. Bureaucrats. Troublesome lawyers. None were a challenge for me. The trail of bodies that I left in my wake continuously grew. The blood that I spilt could have filled a lake. I was the best that there was. With a pull of the trigger, a flash of the muzzle, and someone to aim at, I was unstoppable.
    Until the day came that I was contracted to assassinate a ruthless drug lord operating in Mexico, by one of his own men no less. The man was well known for being unpredictable, savage, but most of all, paranoid. This paranoia often led him to believe that his own men would turn against him, so he had a tendency to beat them senseless if he so much as suspected that th
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Literature
She Thinks
“Life is complex. You don't have any person who is nice from the beginning until the end. You don't always have the notion of redemption. The bad people don't always pay.”
-Marjane Satrapi
“She Thinks”
By Alex Sorrow
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Don't read this one, Kitten. It'll only hurt. :please:)
I heard somewhere about a baby born.
Her lips, red as a rose, curved in a smile.
Completely oblivious to the oncoming storm,
The mother held her baby for a while.
The baby’s name meant Happy.
The baby’s hands groped for the air
Catching an affection once her mother’s,
For she was unaware of the despair
That the baby would soon bring to others.
~~~
Like a snowflake in the fire
She imagines her life as a Tragic Fairytale
To be Cinderella, does she aspire?
What does she imagine beneath her veil?
Does she look upon this Man of Sorrow
Unknowing that it’s not him she’s seeing
And tell herself, “He will fail tod
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Literature
The Unfamiliar
    “The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.”
    -H.P. Lovecraft
    “The Unfamiliar”
    By Alex Sorrow
    The darkness is insurmountable here. The air reeks of saltwater, decaying fish, and other human stenches that I cannot even begin to imagine even if I felt the desire to. An unearthly black fog has settled over the city, as it does every night, and I yearn for a daylight that feels as though it may never come. The night in Malaveara is oppressive, almost as though it were not night at all, but rather the natural state of the world around the city. Of course, there is hardly a problem with the town itself.
    The problem is what inhabits the town.
    Beneath the cover of darkness that invades the streets ev
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Literature
Between Friends and Lovers (1/4)
“Between Friends and Lovers”
A Key Story
By Alex Sorrow
The Whitemoon Nightclub
259 Jackson Avenue, King’s Hollow, Marwind Heights
16th of November, 10:21 PM
    The city of Marwind Heights, by day, was an illustrious place, where wealth and prosperity were easily found among gleaming skyscrapers and populated streets. The men wore suits and Rolex watches and carried briefcases while the women wore beautiful, elegant dresses and expensive jewels from the trendiest boutiques. The cars lining the streets were sleek, and most were vibrant colors of green, orange, pink, and, of course, a metallic shade of black. Crime rates were low here among the highest and most sophisticated of the social order.
    And this was Marwind Heights… in the Platinum District anyway.
    The Whitemoon Nightclub, while trendy,
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Literature
Four Years
“Writing is not life, but I think that sometimes it can be a way back to life.”
-Stephen King
“Four Years”
By Alex Sorrow
My own name sends shivers down my back
Though I emerge reborn, cloaked within black
Observing this and everything that I’ve done
This which I cannot share with anyone.
Regrets linger, mistakes were made
Someday these debts must be repaid
A reflection twisted and given life
Yielding no benefit, only endless strife
Now here I am
Here I am again
I’ve honed this skill all this time
Living aware of this impossible climb
The words float around me every day
Yet there’s still so much that I need to say.
So many faces dance in my memory
Fading now, in ignorance of me
This heart ached then and it aches now
Filled with a solemn, remembered vow.
Come on! Don’t you see?
Finally, I’ve found the real me.
It has its highs and it has its lows
But I’ll fo
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Literature
The City on the Other Side (Malaveara)
“All action takes place, so to speak, in a kind of twilight, which like a fog or moonlight, often tends to make things seem grotesque and larger than they really are.”
-Carl von Clausewitz
“The City on the Other Side (Malaveara)”
By Alex Sorrow
A lost town shrouded in an endless mist
Filled with a forgotten evil unbound
To find the truth, you desperately wished
But is there any in this horror you’ve found?
Below the cursed moon that hangs above,
An orb of shining malevolence,
Malice hides behind a crooning love
Seeking to embrace you and corrupt your innocence
Fear strikes, it's on the prowl.
Icy shivers shaking in the silence.
Echoing resonance, creatures howl,
Something happened, something we haven't seen since.
There’s evil lurking in the streets
And searching near the shore
Trapped here, seeking release
Forevermore.
Beneath the dark of night, awaiting the dawn
Insanity intertw
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Literature
Broken in Half
"Broken In Half"
by Alex Sorrow
Have you ever noticed that a heart,
Broken apart, torn into two,
Looks like two teardrops
The same ones I shed when I think of you?
Life goes on, the world keeps turning,
But nothing helps to quench the burning.
My heart cries for you, so distant
A world filled with despair, happiness nonexistent
What did I do to deserve this, I wonder?
Was it all a lie to make me dance on my strings?
Questioning myself, scolding myself
My everything, I cannot fathom these things
Was I the problem?
...
Our love was a poison

Sweeping you up in its infection
Don't you see that happiness comes
When you're purged of my affection?
Laughter shared, memories made
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~~NARRATION POLICY~~
I've gotten a few messages from people asking for permission to read one of my stories on their YouTube channel. Right now, I give everybody permission as long as they:
-Give me credit.
-Post a link to the original story in the description of the video.



M҉y͘͢ n͡am̷̕͡e̡͞ ̛í͘s͢ ͟Ą̢l̢ę̨͞x̀͟ ͜͡͞S̨o͞r͘͢r̨͞o̵͘w̕͟.̴
͘Z̷͞é̸͘r̡o҉ ̀҉ho͡ù̡͜ŕ̷̡ ̴̡͜s͟t̕r͘͟u͢c̛͡͞k ͝͞t̛͝ha̢͡t̷ ̷̕n̡͞i̡g̴̛h̡͠͞t͟͞ a̴҉҉nd̀̀ ͟t̢he̸͜ b̷̧̕é̕͠l̸͢l̶ b̧͟e̡̧g̕á̢n̨ ͘͜to ̛ch͏̀i҉̨mę͡, ́҉͘w͠a̴k̸͢i̷͏n͡g͘ ͘t̢̀̕ḩ͠e͜ bea̴̧s̀͞t̀s̴͞ ̴̡f̢r҉o҉̶͠m̢̨ th̨ei̵̧͢r̕ ̷͜dà̵r̸k ś́l͢u͟҉̢mb̧͘e͘ŕ.
͜I̕͢ ̡̕͜t͠r͏͡͡ý̶̛ ͝t̢͢o͡҉͞ ̧f͏̡̛ĺe̛͝e,̸̴̢ ́b̵̛͞u̕͠t͟͢ ̕͘͢t̶͞h͟é͝y͝͞͝ c͜a̢p̷̀t͏̕u̷̢͝r̴̡̛è̷͟d͘ ̢m̷͟è̷͜ ͞a͠ĺ̡m̨͞ǫ̸͟s̡t ̵̕͏ȩ̨f̴f̴͢͞ortl̵͢e͏sśl͟͜y̸҉.̡͏ ͠͡M̛͝͠y͏̶ l͟if̨́҉e ̴҉͞i͝s͏̴ ̸̸n͜ow͢ ҉a҉̵ ̧h̶̢e̸̢ll,̨͜ b̷͜a̵şè̷d͞ ̀͠͡o̶͘n͢͡ ̶̸҉t̴h͏͟è͢͠ ̸͘t̀͟͠ơ̵͝rtu̴re͠ś ̛óf ̧̢ó́t̵h͘͠e̷rw͘͡o͟rĺ̛͡d͠l͢͜͞y̡͢͢ c̢͜r̨̛ę͢͝a̡͜͡t͘͝͏ur͞͏e̸̕s̷͏.̸̨
W̧͡e̶̶lco̵͡m̸͘҉e̴̵ t̛o͢ ͟͜t̴h͟e̢͞͏ ̧r͡e̕͟ą̀l̀̕m͏̶ ̸͘o̷͝f̕ f̧eá̡r, ̷͝wh̴̛é̴͟re̢ s͜͝͏i͠m̷̨pl͞͝e͏̛ n̸͜ì͘͟g̷̕h͘͟t̸m̧̀a͟r͏e̸s̷͜ ͏͢͡be͞ç͞om̵e͜͟ ̵v̶͢͠iv͟͝i̢͠d ̕d̨̕e̸͝f͠o̵̢ŗ̷m̡͜i̕͟t͟ies͢҉̛ ̴̵̢b͝e͏͝͏n͠t͠ ͠͡on̸̵ ̷u̷n͡r̵͜͞a̶͟v̴̀èl̴͡in̴͟g̶ t͟h̡̛e̕͟͏ ̴m̴i͘n͜d̵͘.҉̷



I didn't choose the writer life... the writer life chose me.

Don't be afraid to color outside the lines.

Aim Low, Shoot High!

Even in the direst of times, a man will find solace in the worlds that other men craft, for writers do not only compose stories, but comfort and escape from life’s adversaries.



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I'm a simple man, okay? I like my lemonade. Sometimes it's yellow, sometimes pink. Sometimes there's strawberry, sometimes not. No matter what, I'll drink it. I like my lemonade (so long as it isn't sugar free because you have to draw the line somewhere). Whenever I go to a movie theater, that's probably my go-to drink. I don't get it at work because KFC charges extra for lemonade over any other kind of beverage, so I usually just mix my drinks.

The thing about my town is that we're kind of small, but we have an area that has quite a few restaurants. It's kind of distanced from the rest of the town so that that kind of corporate interference doesn't mess with the family-owned businesses on Main Street, but my family does most of our shopping there instead because there's a chain supermarket called Meijer (which I think is mostly a Michigan/Midwest United States thing, like Tim Horton's. It's like Walmart). Now, at this Meijer, they have a Huntington bank in-store, which is my bank. I had to go there today to transfer some money from my checking account to my savings, as well as to withdraw $200 for an anime convention on Sunday and buy a Father's Day gift.

Before I left my house to do so, my mom asked where I was going, and I told her that I was going to Meijer, and then somewhere to get lunch (which I was going to bring home). I also offered to get milk for us, and she said that she'd like that.

I drove to the store on this very hot summer day, in a car with almost no AC, went to the bank, and finished everything there just fine. Then I got a cart, picked up two gallons of milk, some candy for me, a bigass Hershey's bar for Dad (he likes chocolate), and two packages of muffins (never shop while hungry). Before I went to the checkout, I called Mom to see if she wanted anything else, and she said no, but asked where I was going to eat. I told her that I was going to Wendy's, and she asked if I could get her a blackberry lemonade. I said yeah, and hung up. After that, I paid for it all with the only twenty dollar bill I had (didn't think I'd be buying so much stuff impulsively) and went to one of the fast food places, Wendy's, and ordered a Baconator combo (which I never get. I always get the Son of Baconator because it's cheaper) with a strawberry Fanta. After that, I asked if they had blackberry lemonade, and found that they didn't.

This is where my day started to go downhill.

I took my food and put my Fanta in the cupholder. The thing is, my cupholder is very flimsy and provides little to no support. I held one hand over my Fanta as I drove to McDonald's, because a blackberry lemonade sounds like it would be a McDonald's thing. I get there, and although they have two lanes for drive thru, both of them are filled. I decide to go inside instead, thinking it would be faster, and found there was only one family ahead of me. Unfortunately for me, this particular family was an annoying one, and took up even more time with just talking about where they would sit and not taking their receipt with their order number on it and getting the hell out of my way. Eventually, I got to the counter and asked for blackberry lemonade. The lady said they didn't have any, and looked around before saying she didn't think they had any lemonade. Whether or not that's true is anyone's guess, as I remember getting strawberry lemonade from McDonald's in the past, but I don't really eat there, so they could have changed it up.

I went to Burger King next, and as I sat behind two cars in the drive thru, I texted my girlfriend (who works at Burger King) and asked if they had blackberry lemonade. She didn't respond, and soon I got to the speaker. Burger King speakers must suck because the lady's voice kept glitching out and she couldn't understand me too well, but eventually I managed to learn that Burger King does not have blackberry lemonade, but they do have flavored tea. I'm not a quitter, so I said "thanks, but I'm going to go somewhere else".

"What? I didn't catch that." she asked as I pulled away. As I left, I got a text from my girlfriend telling me that, no, Burger King does not have blackberry lemonade.

After that, I pulled across the street to Arby's. At this point, I was getting tired and I was worried that the milk would spoil in the heat. The drive thru was packed, so I opted to go inside. I parked in what I hope wasn't the employee parking and hurried inside where there was only one other gentleman in line. He ordered and then it was my turn.

"Do you guys have blackberry lemonade?" I asked, probably sounding exasperated and hopeful.

"I'm sorry, we do not."

I looked down at the counter with a sigh, wondering if it was socially acceptable to bang my head on it a few times. After snapping out of my self reflection, I looked back at her and said, "Look, I know you guys probably don't like endorsing the competition, but I have been to about four different places so far because I promised to get my mom a blackberry lemonade. Do you know where I can go that has that?"

She thought for a second and then asked a customer who was waiting for her food (they must have been friends, or that customer was oddly calm), and she couldn't think of anywhere. The lady shrugged and said sorry, but she didn't. I took out my card and defeatedly asked what kind of lemonade they did have.

I guess that I must have looked really desperate, or some part of my sad tale had moved her, because the lady smiled at me, handed me a medium cup, and said, "Here, take it. It's on me."

"You are the best person," I said gratefully, taking the cup. "Thank you so much."

I went to the drink machine and began filling it with lemonade. After it was about half full, I wondered about mixing it with some other fruity flavor and finished filling it with fruit punch for her. It wasn't blackberry lemonade, but it would have to do. I capped the drink, grabbed a straw, and headed out, placing the lemonade mix next to my strawberry fanta in my cupholder.

I began speeding home so that the heat didn't ruin my groceries, but that's when it happened. The flimsy cupholder! I was nearly there, going around some curves, when suddenly both drinks toppled out. I screamed and tried to grab them, to no avail. I'm pretty sure I swerved into the oncoming lane and if there had been a car, I would have died. Fortunately, I survived, but strawberry fanta was spilled all over one side of my floor and lemonade-fruit punch was covering the other half. I drove home faster, hoping the puddles didn't soak in, and shut my car off and threw the door open when I arrived home. I decided to take the groceries inside first so that they wouldn't spoil while I cleaned my car, and found out that Dad's giant Hershey's bar actually melted in the heat to the point where it felt like pure chocolate liquid in the wrapper, so I stuck that in the freezer. Here's hoping that it's still good for Father's Day.

I spent the next half hour cleaning out my car. I think that the floor mats caught most of it, thank God, but I still had to do a bit of scrubbing and vacuuming. After that, I reheated my cold Baconator and dry fries and went downstairs to watch One Punch Man before going to the convention on Sunday and try to recover from the day I had just had.

In the end, I learned two things. Blackberry lemonade apparently does not exist and Mom would have been fine with really anything that I brought her, and I need to buy a new goddamn cup holder.
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  • Listening to: "Bonetrousle [Intense Symphonic Metal Remix]"
  • Reading: "Career of Evil" by Robert Galbraith
  • Watching: One Punch Man
  • Drinking: Water

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Right as I decide to start editing a final draft of that His Name is the Puppet thing from May, I get another idea for it... might end up working a lot more on this idea than I thought DX
Dropping everything about my novel to start working on a new concept seems like a fantastic idea!
Hey, if I opened commissions, would anyone order any? Prices would be cheap, naturally, I'm thinking around 30 points. Subject matter would probably be OC biographies or something like that. :L
There's a certain person you need to meet in your life. Not the person who encourages you in your ambitions, but the person who challenges you because they think you can't.

Prove them wrong.
I've began setting a timer when I write. It really helps me stay focused, and I can feel my output greatly increasing! When the timer is done, I'm so engaged that I find it pretty easy to keep going. I think I'll try to post something short the next time I have a day off.

Speaking of posting, I'm still looking for an editor to read through the second draft of "His Name is the Puppet" and tell me what they think (detailed criticisms, I'd prefer, instead of simply "it's good, points please"). I'm willing to pay 25 points once you've finished. I really want to see where this one can go, so shoot me a note if you're interested! It's almost 28 pages (only a few lines on the 28th page) of 12 point Times New Roman font with a space between each paragraph.

I gave a friend a copy in real life a while ago that he volunteered to proofread. It's been about two months and he hasn't mentioned it again. There's a reason I keep my writings online. XD
I guess determination is something like realizing that the main character in the story is too pessimistic, has pretty much no relatable qualities, no personal interests, nothing about him is likeable, as well as the fact that the story is directionless, purposeless, and has nothing whatsoever to say, and still convincing yourself to keep going.

Ah well... we'll call it a first second attempt at a first draft. ;P
Four years ago, the original His Name Is The Puppet was posted! owo I was lowkey hoping to finish this second draft of the new one today, but I suppose I've come close enough. XD I'll print it off on Monday, and I have somebody who volunteered to read it irl and tell me what they think. After that... who knows? I might have to write a third draft. :shrug:
This second draft is getting hard to write. It's starting to feel a bit like a sendoff to all of those stories I wrote years ago, so I'm looking back at all of the memories.

Unfortunately, not all memories are fun to think about.

"We are only puppets, our strings are being pulled by unknown forces."
-Georg Buchner

I finally finished the first draft of the rewrite of "His Name is the Puppet"! Filling a whole 18 pages (with four lines on a 19th XD), I think I have something going here. I decided to actually sit down tonight and finish it because I don't know where the rest of my week is heading... besides down the road of more workdays and more Ocarina of Time binges.

I'll probably just do some poetry for the rest of the week before starting the editing process next week, maybe write down that story that I scribbled in my notebook while suffering from writer's block.

I'm so excited. owo Hopefully, the second draft will move along faster now that the first draft has paved the way. After its done, I want to actually get real people to critique it. I usually try to keep my real life and writer life separate, but although I know that people I know irl don't care about any of this, I still think that there must be somebody who'll be willing to help me. >w<

I'm hoping to finish the first draft of the Puppet rewrite this week. I'll upload something next week for sure, but it'll probably just be a poem. ^w^

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Thanks Daisy! >w<
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