Curradin

Bones Deep within a forest green, a ruined tower can be seen. Sheltered by whispering trees, the sight it may appear serene, but hides a secret most obscene. The trees they warn all who may approach, not to proceed and not to encroach, upon the grounds of the this ruined tower where rests a being most cruel and dour. A warning is carried through the wind, advising retreat, your advance rescind. For if you continue and dare to thread, upon this sullied ground once pure, an image of dread you will meet for sure. The fell creature was once a noble thing, perhaps a chieftain, perhaps a king. Black sickness claimed his luminous life and cursed

Excuse me. I couldn't help but overhear, as you're the loudest and most talkative table in the restaurant. Did you actually make the claim that people see horror films to see the 'point where the person is at the depths of despair and decides, but ultimately fails, to fight back'? Did you? Wow. I've heard a lot of bullshit, sir, but that takes the cake. I mean, you must be the most self-deluded person in the restaurant. Oh, you're a playwright? Well, I guess that trumps me. You see, I have a kid stepbrother. And everyone knows that textbook reading trumps real-world experience. I mean, your books must go into great deal about what people li

The Knife Falls There is a park somewhere, with swings and a slide. It is much the same as every other park. It is only differentiated by the children who play there, the toddlers that are pushed there in prams, the teenagers who try their first cigarettes there. Night descends, and from one point of view something is lost in the park. From another point of view, something in the park takes its place where it has always belonged. A boy of about twelve is playing in the park. He is shuffling through the long grass at the borders, looking for interesting things. Recently, he has found several golf balls, magazines that his parents would not a

THE EXPLANATORY FIC (CHARACTERS do something interesting. CAMERA fades to black in the middle of it.) CAMERA: Well, I'm done here. AUTHOR: Like hell you are. THE BACKSTORY FIC CHARACTER: Alas, I do not have much of a backstory. AUTHOR: Now you do! CHARACTER: ... hooray? THE BACKSTORY FIC, PART 2 EXTREMELY MINOR CHARACTER: I have no backstory, no personality, and perhaps three lines of dialogue. AUTHOR: Well, we can't have that. THE MARY SUE CHARACTER: I'm OOC. MARY SUE: I'm stereotypical. (Awkward moment.) CHARACTER: I love you. MARY SUE: I love you too, snookie-ookie-wookums. THE SELF-INSERT CHARACTER: Something is wrong.