The Beings Alike

Merry Christmas my wide eyed friends.

A Hand of Love and Hand of Faith

"Hold my hand, son." The Mother reached out to her young child and guided him across the road.

The reclusive Wayne must dig deep to discover the change he has been hiding from himself in the most unorthodox of fashions.

This was originally posted in August 2012 (before I posted the official parts 4 and 5). It was around for about a day before I took it off due to criticism left, right and center. Comments were even blocked due to its controversy (because of the horrid style it had been written in).
The reason I am re-adding this is that through the midst of anger I got from it; I also received sort of praise and pleas to keep it and have it act as the official finale or to at least keep a copy and consider re-posting in the future.
There were also some who were quite saddened at the time as it had been removed before they could read it. So for those who are still curious as to how I ruined my most popular series, here it is. The 'Alternative Ending' I am now calling it and it is to be considered only as like a deleted scene or bonus feature on a DVD.

(Hopefully, this'll make certain people hate the official finale I posted a few months back a little less when held in comparison to this!)

There Is Nothing

Wow, so I guess this was sort of what many may call a rant. Following one's muse perhaps, and just letting it all pour out. Although there is a story deep inside this tightly drawn affair, I present this to you as only words on a screen. Its meaning or whatever you take from it is solely down to you, the reader.
To me it is a gasp, a reach out, a comfort to he or she who may not even exist. Then again, maybe they do...

Enjoy or loathe. I love it all the same as I seek not praise but recognition.

This Is Exile

Just how exactly does a house become haunted?

A sort of prequel to 'There Was A Wizard In My Room', 'Haunt These Halls' & 'id'.

Do not read this expecting a nice short telling. Notice the genre and the CAUTION!

id (Part 3)

The most unorthodox of stories continues.

id (Part 1)

There Was a Wizard In My Room

A lesson in fiction.

End Of Days 5: The Commentary

Hi there, here I will try my best to explain the End Of Days quadrilogy to you all...

Penultimate

Apologies for the slight delay.

Preantepenultimate

The Worst Case Seaside Scenario

Hugo had always loathed public toilets. The foul stench, the urine soaked floors, and the extreme likelihood of catching an STD from using the sinks yet alone the toilets had always lead to him avoiding the things at all costs.

But today he just couldn't hold it in any longer. He had previously drank his own weight in Sunny D and was 45 minutes away from home having spent the day with a few friends at the beach.

Note: This is a little short, but I'll probably continue it in the near future.

"Cold. So...very....cold."

"Oh come on Jim, you could've used a less cliché dieing line."

"Dude!" John nudged his unorthodox friend, "Show a little respect, he's just been hit by a freaking lightning bolt!"

"Oh please," Kyle laughed, "Jim's the main protagonist, he won't die."

"Ummm dude." The fourth member of the group, Gary, interrupted. "The story's just started."

"What?" Kyle turned around in confusion.

"The story's just started meaning there's been no character development yet and thus there is no protagonist."

This story contains strong language, sexual content and boys acting like jerks. (A little different for me) So you have been warned.

This story doesn't flow in a straight forward way, it is fairly scattered with headings for where/when each separate sequence is located - you should be able to pick up the whole storyline as you go along.

This story is just a little fun really; a silly little teen story, don't take anything in this piece at all seriously.

Enjoy. (Or at least try to!)

Bare with me on this one. The rest of the story is going to be a lot different than this first installment, so think of this as a sort of Prologue. This first installment is also written in the present tense as if you are in the protagonist's mind, so it is reasonably scrambled etc. (If it annoys you, don't worry, it is written in the past tense from Part 2 onwards.)

Hope you enjoy...

Don't Go.

A Christmas Story, as promised.

Admittedly rushed, and perhaps poorly written. Just a little idea I had that I guess I didn't execute so well.

But I promised you a Christmas Story, so here it is....

Crime does pay, but not without its costs - As Rupert and Marshall are about to discover.