Update: 12/31/12

Well, due to some difficulties I lost the typing of stories, and so I have to start from scratch. Yep, start over...  excrement... I hate technology sometimes. Back to rewriting. I don't see the big deal at all for myself, though I don't know why I'm 'pissed' about it. I'm supposed to rewrite them either way to improve... Maybe I don't hate technology, maybe I'm just stupid.
Anyway, it's New Years in America. Three cheers for alcohol-free champagne... I have to go socialize when the clock strikes twelve... To end this, I'm going to say, "In a different universe, I would happier, but in a different universe, I would be sadder."

Update: 12/21/12

I haven't posted anything in nearly twenty days... I supposed that's my fault, but at least I know I got good grades on exams. I don't believe grades though... The hardest was the math test, but it was too easy, just all of them were time consuming. At least school's out for a measly two weeks

I should probably just move on to what I was going to say originally. I have decided to be a part of a writing club. It isn't really a club, just a meet-and-greet with amateur writers. Just a meeting, and it only happens once a month. I suppose I won't attend (or probably missed) the event on this December, though either way I am not quite ready for any meetings.

I have also decided to write up a short story collection, basically horror. It will not only contain short stories, but maybe also poems and/or memoirs. And I do suppose in order to get the collection published, if I ever find one, I won't be allowed to copy/paste my stories onto this blog or to anything. 

Something I hate, but we all need: Money

But, as a treat, I will give away just one story when it's completed in my notepad. Just one, I believe, won't be any harm.

Although I do have titles for some of the stories, I don't however have the title for the collection or the stories  for most anywhere near started. Albeit, I will show the titles of the stories I have thought up now, but be aware they might change: I Don't Talk to Myself, Expressed Kidnapping, Lies of Light, Truth of Darkness, Questions from a Madman, Creature of My Childhood, Memory of Flame, and Norway Beast.

Not the most surprising titles, I see, but as a novice to titles, I'll learn, or maybe I'm just being too hard on myself. Well, that is all. Happy holidays, for I don't want to accidentally insult someone for not celebrating a specific holiday and saying a different specific holiday. In other words, goodbye for now.

Inhuman

As how the Elephants remember,

We've remembered the dangers you've placed.

If the Vultures only feast on dead,

They'll feast on you and my broken dreams.

~

As how the Tigers are all fearless,

We were always opposite from them.

If the Spiders spun webs to catch dreams,

They have surely caught ours of home.

~

As how the Pikas all call warning,

We have surely forgotten to hear.

If the Death Watch Beatles sees life's end,

They have been ticking since our births.

~

As how Sharks always swim to survive,

We were dreamers thinking we were fine.

If scapegoat Lambs carry people's sins,

They have abandoned us and marked you.

~

As how Gorillas are curious,

We were doing everything we could.

If the Frogs represents a rebirth,

They've ceased to exist to keep you gone.

~

As how Giraffes use their necks to eat,

We've been eating on floors straining them.

If the Butterflies were only souls,

They've crushed yours when they've ripped out your heart.

~

The point of this poem is to teach.

Don't go out and think you'll be alright.

There are liars, thieves, killers, and more.

There are dream eaters from the night's damned.

~

If being human means having emotions,

Then I was never one of your kind.

For I've only felt nothing.

Memories are breaking down,
In this cursed shell.

To smile, I can't.

An Inhuman Empty