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I’m a horrible writer

Or I write horrible stories. Is there a difference?  I think there is.

It’s interesting. I’m usually writing stuff I come up with myself. I don’t ever run my prompts by anyone, and thus I write what’s in my brain. I’ve never said my brain was brilliant. It has some dark nooks and  crannies, and I love to explore feelings. If that is what makes my stories horrible, so be it. I’m far more worried if I’m a crappy writer as well. 


Fanfiction 2

All is not well in the world of Once Upon a Time when the Emu publishes fanfiction.

Not at all!


She was trapped. The alleyway lead straight to the harbour, and the buildings made a perfect tunnel with two exits only. She heard the pursuers closing in on her. There was nowhere to hide, and she knew death waited for her in both ends. Desperate she tried to climb the wall – anything to escape.

Her heart raced, and the entire scene was black, orange and red, very much like a city on fire. There was one single crevice in the brick wall, just about big enough for her to fit in, and she dived in. But no matter how neatly she folded herself, she couldn’t get her legs in, and she screamed as somebody yanked them and dragged her out in the open.

‘Why the hell are you so stuck on living?!’ the assaulter spat. She stared at him, trying to keep a calm façade. His face was hidden in shadow, and more and more shadowy figures entered her field of vision.

‘There’s no reason for you to live’

‘Your existence itself is an unforgivable sin!’

Someone kicked her hard in the ribs, and more feet joined, kicking every part of her torso. She tried to scream, but her lungs seemed to have been emptied of air. There was a momentarily halt in the vicious kicks, and then the intense pain came from inside. The onlookers laughed manically as blood gushed out of her, and her lungs had finally been restored. She cried out a raw, guttural cry. Desperation and fear replaced the pain, and she sat up, screaming, trying to find what she dreaded most in the bloody mess between her legs.

And then it came. The demon. Covered in blood, and yet unmistakably blood red itself, with horns, fangs and everything. Still tied to her by the umbilical cord, she grabbed it and cradled it, crying, praying for it to live. But she knew it was futile. Her demon child was not alive, and would never have been allowed to live anyway.

Maybe it was best this way. It was like she was all alone in the alley, and the scene was getting gradually lighter, until there was nothing but her and the baby in a white space without boundaries.

The baby was no longer a demon, but a very premature human baby, and she was still sitting in a pool of blood, crying her heart out.

Live long and prosper!

Just because I’m dying to scream out a mix of frustration and happiness over the last Doctor Who episode, I’m going to let you enjoy the trailer of the movie I went to today:

I’m a trekkie, alright!

And I ship the Doctor and River so hard!! *gah*

Will probably post a film scene from The Doctor’s Name in a coyote of weeks, when I hope most people have watched it, and thus won’t hate me for having spoiled anything.

Work in progress

(or “pothead”, like my swype tried to tell me I wanted to write…)

Going to the dentist can lead to unexpected things. Especially when my appointment got canceled at the dentist, two minutes before my appointment.

I was extremely close to getting a new piercing, but the piercing guy didn’t want to do anything to me today.

I got a new note pad, and a very nice pen. Especially bought for one sole purpose. I’m writing fanfiction! Never done before. Will probably never get on the interwebs, but I’m going to finish it. December 23th. Maybe somebody else will be allowed to read, maybe not. This is a new (for me) way of writing practice.

I will probably inform you of my glorious result around Christmas.

Whether you’re interested or not.


Fanfic shock

Ohmigaaad! x( I think I just died a bit

I’ve been reading fanfic. It’s close to ten years since I last did that, and I’d forgotten how awfully bad this actually can be. Both in terms of language and plot. And it’s not the xxx-fics I’m thinking about.


Not in this, nor any other fantasy world would this woman not know she was three months pregnant and needed help from others to realize it.

And with this little outburst, I’ll keep looking for the good stuff that ought to be somewhere on the world wide web 🙂


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