AlongCameASpider’s Writers Block

April 9, 2015


Filed under: Writing — alongcameaspider @ 3:27 pm

I didn’t get much alone time in my room. They did their best to keep me busy, surrounded by other patients and nurses. When I did return for the evening all I wanted to do was go to sleep. I wanted an escape from this prison, even if only for a few hours while I dreamed.

When I did start catching a glimpse of Word again it was just that, a glimpse. If I’d look back he was gone. And by the time I was able to break away in hopes of speaking with him I couldn’t find him. Each time he disappeared stung worse than the last.

And I could feel myself starting to break.

“I thought I had made one friend,” I confided in Doctor Wise one day, “But I guess not.”

I caught a glimpse of empathy on his face. And it only made the cracks deeper, almost allowing everything to spill out. I took a deep breath and swallowed back my confession.

* * * * *

My knees held my chin up as I stared out the window. Rain drops tapped gently against the glass before leaving a trail of sadness behind. I didn’t pretend to be happy. I didn’t pretend to make friends. For once I acted exactly how I felt: miserable.

The hands on the clock slowly crept into position, indicating it was almost time for my next appointment with the doctor. I found myself very seriously considering playing into his hands. Acting the way he thought I should, taking the medications he wanted me to, admitting I was ill so I could be treated and go home. What harm could it possibly do?


My head snapped around, I recognized that voice. Word stood nearby, staring at his toes, looking more pale than normal. I tried to cover my excitement with anger, “What do you want?”

He flinched at my tone, “I need to talk to you. Alone.”

I raised my eyebrows. We were already as alone as we would get. He looked over his shoulder, as if he expected someone to be watching, “Not here. Meet me in the main lobby at the stairs. Tonight, after lights out.”

“The doors will be locked,” I said harshly. He should have known that.

“It’ll be taken care of.”

My brows raised again. How was he going to make sure the doors remained open? Magic?

“Whatever,” I muttered as I stood up and walked away. Which seemed incredibly rude but the nurse was waiting to escort me to speak with the doctor. Again.


April 8, 2015


Filed under: Writing — alongcameaspider @ 2:22 pm

Days passed without seeing even a glimpse of word but Jespar never left me alone, for which I was grateful. Doctor Wise was growing more agressive, tired of lack of cooperation and overall bad attitude. I few more pills were added to my morning routine but I just hid them when I knew I could get away with it. They pushed me around from activity to activity that I refused to participate in. All the while with Jespar looming over me, keeping me safe.

But I was beginning to feel lonely without Word. I was never very social but even I needed interaction with people now and then. There was never anyone else I cared to speak to and I certainly couldn’t talk to Jespar with others around. Not without playing into the Doctor’s hands. I constantly felt as though he was watching me, just waiting for me to give any reason for further action. For a straight jacket and padded cell. For a handful of medication. For a trip to electroshock therapy. For more money in his pocket. He wanted something wrong with me to keep me here.

April 6, 2015


Filed under: Writing — alongcameaspider @ 7:36 pm

I sat with my feet tucked under the chair, grinding the toe of my shoe against the tile. Doctor Wise’s muffled voice drifted from the cracks of his office door. The burly nurse stood nearby, preventing any escape I may have dared to make. Anger was beginning to burn me up again. At my parents for forcing me to come to such a horrid place. At myself for not being more careful. I should have known no one would understand; no one would believe me about Jespar. Everyone was convinced he was just some voice in my head. But they were not special like I was. It wasn’t just hearing him. It was seeing him, touching him even. A dark, icy cloud of sadness and misery. His life had been difficult. Not to mention he had been cast away from his home. No one wanted poor Jespar. No one understood him. I did. As if he had read my mind, a thick shadow pulled together at the end of the hall. A red eye peeked around the corner, “Remember, Maggie.” The office door burst open and a girl, about my age maybe, emerged in tears. My hands gripped the edge of my chair. Jespar was gone. Doctor Wise appeared behind her looking unsympathetic. He gently nudged her toward the nurse before motioning for me to follow.

At first I hesitated. I wondered what he would do if I ran. The nurse was gone and surely I was faster. But prison breaks never seemed to work very well. So, reluctantly, I stood and passed through the open door. I dropped into the chair without a word.

“Cheerful as ever,” Doctor Wise muttered as he closed the door. He continued to press for more information but I wasn’t offering any. Whatever he asked, I steadily ignored. I don’t know if I even blinked. The frustration he was feeling was showing on his face too well. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh and called for a nurse to escort me back to me room.

“Maybe a nap would do you good,” he huffed as he shut the door in my face.

I traced under my eyes with my finger tips. A little rest did sound appealing but it wouldn’t help me be any more cooperative. But if his false belief earned me extra time to sleep, let him believe all he wanted. The nurse left me in my room and closed the door behind her. I think I heard a lock click but I might have imagined it. I fell back on my bed as my breath heaved out.

* * * * * * * *

“He’s trying to turn you against me, Maggie.”

My eyes flew open and I bolted upright. I must have dozed off because the sudden voice startled me. Jespar was lurking in the opposite corner of the tiny room. No part of me doubted what Jespar had said. Everyone was trying to convince me it was all in my head.

“It’s not going to work. You’re my best friend, Jespar.”

A knock on the door made my head turn and Jespar disolve. My heart sank. Since I’d been here I had only seen Jespar a handful of times and it was starting to make me weary. The nurse came in but this time it was Jane. Plain as ever. At least she was more kind that the one from this morning. And significantly less frightening.

“It’s time for lunch,” she informed me with a soft smile.

I was about to protest when a dull roar erupted from my stomach. Breakfast had been a bust and I was starving. I followed her to the hall where the rest of the girls from my wing were gathered. Apparently waiting on me. The trip to the cafeteria was just as long as this morning. And, as much as I hated to admit it, I was slightly disappointed when I couldn’t locate word in the awkward shaped space. I sat at a table near a small group of others. The least I could do was pretend I was attempting to make friends.

April 5, 2015


Filed under: Writing — alongcameaspider @ 9:09 pm

“So what’s on the agenda for today?” he asked, making it sound like we were on vacation rather than trapped in a hospital.

“I’m just doing what Annie Wilkes tells me to.” Word didn’t seem to pick up on my reference and I didn’t care enough to explain. I flicked an orange peel from my tray, watching it tumble to the floor. He didn’t say anything else. He sat there with a very sober expression carved on his face. The sudden tension pouring off him was suffocating.

“You’re not eating?” I asked in an attempt to break the silence. And just realizing he didn’t have a tray in front of him.

“Not hungry,” he muttered, “I gotta go. But, Maggie, be careful.”

His last comment threw me off but I didn’t get the chance to ask him about it. He slid out of sight with a group leaving the room. So instead, I stared after him with my mouth hanging open and brow furrowed. Be careful of what? I remembered Jespar’s warning last night about my doctor. Could Word be referring to the same thing? I felt a lump settle in my gut. Doctor Wise had seemed a bit off to me. Obviously, to get two warnings in such a short amount of time, there was something not right about him. All the more reason to not cooperate with him.


Filed under: Writing — alongcameaspider @ 9:55 am

My sleep that night was very restless. Full of nightmares and horrible images. I was strapped to a bed with a large, round light dangling over me. It came alive and gobbled me up. Someone else entered the room. It was Doctor Wise, but it wasn’t. Something wasn’t right. He stood over me; the light turned him to a shadow. A shadow with glowing red eyes I thought I saw…

The pounding on the door nearly made me jump out of the bed. And my skin. There were really things I had to be woken up for? The nurse, a different nurse today, barged in with a small cup in each hand. She held them out to me, expecting me to know what to do with them. One had water but the other contained a pill.

“What is it?” I asked, not reaching out for either cup.

“Antidepressant,” the nurse replied shortly. She didn’t offer any further explianation; which led me to believe she could only speak in single word sentences.

“You’re not gonna leave until I take it, are you?”

She didn’t budge. She didn’t even blink. No lie, she had to be one of the most frightening nurses I’ve ever encountered. To be completely honest with myself, she looked like the crazy lady from the movie “Misery”. Reluctantly, I took the cups from her. I thought about hiding it under my tongue but she seemed like the kind of nurse that would check. And she did.

To make the whole situation worse, she was the supervising nurse while I showered and got ready for the day. That alone was enough to leave me emotionally scared. Needless to say, it was the quickest shower I’ve ever taken.

I felt oddly at peace while sitting in the cafeteria picking at what they called breakfast. It was nice to be rid of that terrifying nurse. And it seemed as though everyone had already been here for awhile and had their cliques. No one bothered me.

“Hey, Maggie!” said Word all too excited, suddenly appearing on the other side of me.

“Is everyone trying to give me a heart attack today or what?” I mumbled. If he heard me he didn’t acknowledge it.

October 10, 2012

Memes. Memes everywhere.

Filed under: Writing — alongcameaspider @ 1:40 am

1. What are your nickname/s?
I go by AlongCameASpider or GrimGrinningGhosts online.

2. Are there any nicknames you wish people called you?
Not really.

3. If you had to be stuck at one age for the rest of your life, how old would you be?
Probably the age I am now.

4. What colour clothes do you like best?
Darker colors. 

5. If you had a pet cactus, what would you name him/her?
I actually have a “pet” cactus. His name is Jebadiah.

6. Your most-hated movie?
Can’t really think of one right now.

7. What do you think of 3D movies?
Eh, they’re fine but they’re not amazing.

8. Ever get motion sickness? (car, boat, aeroplane, elevator, etc)
All the time. Mostly in overly large vehicles or in the back seat.

9. So, your thoughts on elevators?
They’re scary. D:

10. Have you ever Role Played?

11. What’s your favourite public holiday? (Birthdays don’t count)
I don’t really celebrate holidays. Christmas, I guess?

12. Best season of the year for you?
Spring or fall. Winter is alright, but I hate all the snow. Dx

13. Do you ever want to go to Antarctica?
Hell no.

14. Have you ever had to stay in hospital overnight?
When I was a baby.

15. Glasses: attractive, or a turnoff?
Depends on the person and the style of the glasses.

16. What kind of job do you respect the most? (Fire-fighters, doctors, people in the army, etc)
My doctors are idiots. >>  I don’t respect any particular job, I respect the people who actually do their job and care.

17. Do you have a favourite flower?
Roses. Sadly, I’m allergic to most types of flowers.

18. Now for a manly question: do you enjoy driving? (Or think you will when you’re able)
I don’t understand how this is a manly question. Driving is fine.

19. What’s one thing you never leave home without?
I usually forget something.

20. Batman. Sure, he saves lives and has a famous comic and all, but he has as many superpowers as you or I. Do you think he really counts as a superhero?
Everyone has the capacity to be a superhero.

21. If you could become one pokemon, which one would it be?
Apparently I’d be a Pikachu. The interwebz told me so.

22. Write one thing about yourself you wouldn’t tell your parents.
My mom knows everything about me.

23. What do you think of when I say FIRE?

24. What country would you like to visit right now?

25. Do you think you’ll ever end up in jail at some point in your life?
I doubt it. I don’t do anything.

26. Do you have/plan to get any tattoos or piercings?
I have several piercings and several tattoos.

27. How many pets do you have?
A cat. And a cactus.

28. What’s your thoughts on OCs? (Original characters)
They’re fine as long as they’re well developed.

29. If you were in a position of power, what’s the first thing you would do?
Cheese for everyone!

30. List three turn-ons for you:
Don’t really have a set list of turn-ons or turn-offs.

31. Now list three sure-fire turn-offs:
See above answer.

32. Do you have any favourite faces to use online?
Yes, but I’m not listing them all.

33. Do you like trampolines?
Too many body issues to jump on trampolines.

34. If you saw a shooting star, would you wish on it?
I see shooting stars all the time. I’ve never wished on one ’cause that’s how I roll.

35. If you had a novel published, what would the title be?
I’ve been writing for ages and most of my writing is still untitled. Like I’m going to be able to come up with a novel title right this second. 😐

36. What do you think of photos of yourself?
Don’t care for them.

37. When was the last time you saw the sun rise?
Kind of this morning.

38. So, what do you think of memes like this? Any reason in particular you take these?
‘Cause I’m bored.

39. There’s only one female smurf. How do you think they reproduce?
You see, when a mommy smurf and a daddy smurf love each other very much…

40. What’s one music group you think everyone should be into at the moment?
I don’t care. People can listen to what they want.

41. Take a quick look at your fridge. What’s on it right now?
I’m not getting up to look at my fridge. D8<

42. Who has it easier: boys, or girls?
Depends on the context. 

43. What’s do you think the meaning of life is?
42. C:

44. Which is better: pirates or ninjas?
Vampire pirates. 😀

45. If you could change your hair colour, what would it be?
I can change my hair color. It’s called ‘hair dye’. I do it all the time.

46. How’d your first day at school go? Anything interesting happen?
I take classes online. Of course nothing interesting happened.

47. What’s the best kind of chocolate?
Milka’s milk chocolate. Best. Chocolate. Ever.

48. Do you think you’ll ever try drugs in your life?
Drugs are dumb.

49. How are you sitting while you type this? Comfortable?
Leaning back in a giant rocking chair with my injured foot propped up.

50. Do you believe in ghosts, or any of the paranormal?

51. What’s your favourite insult to call people?
Depends on who it is.

52. Do you have any phobias or fears?
Spiders. The unknown.

53. Who’s your favourite family member?
Mom, sister, brother. Love my dad, but he doesn’t really have much to do with me at the moment.

54. How much money’s in your wallet right now?
Like, 4$.

55. Mention some of the best memories you’ve ever had at school?
History class.

56. What’s your sleeping pattern like? Anything you’d change?
Go to bed when I feel like it. Wake up when I feel like it. 

57. What’s wrong with the next generation?
They don’t wear their pants where they belong.

58. How many tabs and windows do you have open right now?

59. Is there any particular costume/cosplay you’d like to wear?
Not really. I’m not into cosplay.

60. When something goes wrong, who’s the first person you blame?
Depends on the situation, but I try to avoid blaming a specific person since it’s usually not the fault of a single person.

61. What’s your favourite musical instrument?
Don’t really have one, actually.

62. If you could make one animal extinct, which one would it be? Why do they deserve it?
Spiders. :I They’re horrible people. It’d be fine if they’d stay where I can’t see them, but they’ve gotta be all “I’mma walk up yo wallz and sits on yo face when you sleepin'”.

63. Is the glass half empty, or half full?
Half full. I’m one of those people that sees the bright side of everything.

64. What do you have as your wallpaper right now?
Majora’s Mask.

65. Have you ever cross-dressed?
I guess.

66. Which is more fun: being short, or tall?
Being short. Don’t have to worry about murdering my face on things.

67. Do you have any guilty pleasures?

68. What’s the last trading card game you played?
I don’t remember. Yu-Gi-Oh or Pokemon or something.

69. Are sixty-nine jokes still funny?
I’ve never really found them funny.

January 14, 2012

Post #29: Breaking Dawn

Filed under: Writing — alongcameaspider @ 6:46 pm

I woke up feeling pretty ill, but not because of morning sickness. Charlie was coming to visit today. And he was bound to see me get sick at some point. Or catch a glimpse of the small bump I now carried. I groaned at the thought. I rolled out of bed and pulled on my clothes, a sweatshirt and some loose fitting pants. Edward was already in the kitchen making breakfast.

[more to be added here later]

My stomach churned, but I held back its contents. My father, followed by Edward, walked in front of me, down another hallway. I couldn’t keep it in any longer. Bright red fluid spilled from my lips and splattered on the wooden floor. But just as suddenly as it had happened, the mess was gone. Faster than I could even blink my eyes Edward had ran in, cleaned up the mess and returned to my dad’s side, like he never even left. Charlie turned, looking confused, but continued walking.

I suddenly felt my pregnancy, and I felt very bloated. I was only a few months along and barely showing. But I suddenly felt like my stomach was huge. I placed a hand on  my stomach as I slid down the wall and sat on the floor. I was exhausted.

“You okay, Bells?” I heard Charlie ask, but I didn’t look up at him.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I answered, but failed at being convincing, “I just feel a little sick.”

My voice was a little hoarse from just vomiting. Edward placed a cool, stony hand on my cheek. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me to my feet.

“Let’s lay you down on the couch.” he said quietly as he moved me to our living room.

I didn’t fight him, I was too tired. And a little nap would probably make me feel better. The couch was so cozy…
When I woke it was very dark and I was alone in the large living room. I assumed dad was upstairs sleeping. Maybe Edward had gone hunting? I pulled myself up so I could sit. Before I could even turn on a lamp Edward was at my side.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, sitting next to me on the edge of the couch.

I stretched, “Better. A little hungry.”

“Eggs?” he smiled his crooked smile.

“Eggs.” I confirmed.

May 21, 2009

Post #32

Filed under: Writing — alongcameaspider @ 1:09 am

I sat with my back straight against the cold stone wall. I stared over the bottom ledge of the window, watching the rain strike the glass. And I frowned. While I was still at home I would sit out on the porch and watch the rain fall. I’d even reach out and let the droplets wash over my hand. But that was before they had to come along and ruin things for me.

“Now, don’t be angry with us,” one of the two said, “We were just trying to help you.”

I ignored him and continued to watch the rain. I had hated them. I had wanted them to go away. But the medication the doctors had given me wouldn’t stop them. So, I learned to deal with them.  But now, they were the only ones there to keep me company. Maybe they really did want what was best for me. I didn’t want them to go anymore. But sometimes I still hated them for what they did to me.

“Dakota,” a woman in white said to me, “It’s time to return to your room.”

I scowled, but stood and allowed the nurse to lead me out of the solarium and into an empty, cold hallway. I listened to my footsteps echo off the bare walls. The nurse asked a question but I paid her no attention and did not respond. The two of us rounded a corner and passed through a set of heavy double doors. We turned another corner and the nurse scanned a card hanging from her uniform. There was a beep and a click as the door unlocked and allowed the nurse to quickly pull it open.

I stepped through the door and the nurse followed. We walked passed several doors before stopping at one near another set of double doors, with the faded characters “A1” above it. The nurse swiped the card again and unlocked the door. I entered and the door slammed shut behind me. I immediately leaped onto the bed.

“Oh, Kota, don’t get like that.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.” I replied as she yanked the thin blanket over my head. I could see him frown.

“I’m not to blame,” he said in a sad tone, “Take your anger out on Jespar, not me.”

“I’m sorry, Mark,” I apologized, “I just don’t feel like talking right now.”

And Mark left me alone. I hadn’t heard from Jespar in awhile. Which was fine by me since he seemed to be the one to get me in the most trouble. He claimed he knew what was best for me, but I was starting to question if he really did or not. Some of his “help” is how I ended up in this asylum.

I drifted to sleep fairly quick. But not long afterward I was being shaken awake by the night-shift nurse. It was time to go take my shower. I refused to take one earlier in the day with the rest of the patients. Jespar says they’re going to try to hurt me and to stay away from them. Mostly Mindy, who looked as though she were on the brink of a violent outburst. Mindy was a very skinny woman, who clearly was anorexic, from the Female B Ward. She may look small but she had been locked away for nearly a month for biting one of the other girls while at dinner. The poor girl accidentally knocked Mindy’s spoon off the table. It was bad enough the nurse had to watch me shower, I didn’t need to worry about being attacked in addition.

The young nurse, called Alice, already had my shower supplies and a change of hospital robes.  As I got off the bed the nurse nudged me to get me moving and I stumbled out the door.

“Someone is awfully pissy tonight.” Mark muttered.

“You can say that again.” I answered back.

“Who are you talking to?” Alice asked in an irritated tone.

I scrunched up my brow, “None of your business.”

Needless to say, I didn’t get along with the nurses. Or the doctors. Or much of anyone in this stupid hospital. I overheard a conversation between Mark and Jespar a few weeks back while I was attempting to sleep. Apparently Jespar has this crazy escape plan in the works. Perhaps that’s why he’s disappeared, to plot further.

We passed through a set of doors and then passed through a door on the right. Once in the restroom I practically sprinted toward the shower, stumbling out of my robes as I ran. I could hear the nurse grumbling as she picked the clothing up from the floor. I turned up the hot water and began to wash up. I loved the comfort a warm shower provided. It’d be better if I could take a warm bath once in awhile. But the only people who got to take baths were the few people who were lucky enough to receive hydrotherapy.

Unfortunately, I can’t take too long in the shower. For whatever reason I have a very strict bed time, mostly because the ward goes on lock down, and the nurses like to wait until as close to that time as they can before they take me to clean myself. After rinsing all the soap and shampoo from me I flipped the water off. I took a few steps closer to Alice and then proceeded to shake out my short, shaggy black hair.

“Really, Dakota! You’re not a dog!” she shouted as she raised her hands to try and block the offending water droplets.

I smirked and began to dress in my pajamas. I dawned the ugly hospital slippers and began to skip to the door. I heard Alice growling in frustration and Mark trying to hold back a laugh. Since there isn’t anything else fun to do in this place, why not drive the nurses crazy? Maybe one of them would end up as my new neighbor. From what I understood, room A4 was just recently made vacant.

Alice rushed me back to the A Ward and was glad to lock me back into my room. I once again nested into the bed. As shocking as it seemed, I was actually looking forward to tomorrow. If the weather is nice, we’ll get to go out to the courtyard. I rolled onto my side and buried my face in the pillow.

“Goodnight, Kota.”

(Silent Hill)

November 18, 2008

post #17

Filed under: Writing — alongcameaspider @ 6:16 pm

He gripped the board tightly and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt miserable. He had been drifting down the river for the better part of two days now; the current and high, jagged cliffs made it nearly impossible to climb out. His face and hands were beat red, the sun was getting the best of him. Which, considering he is a firebender, is saying something. His clothing and armor were heavy from the water.

 He laid his head down on the large piece of drift wood he has been clinging to; he was exhausted. The cliffs were still to high to climb and it didn’t appear that there was any villages close by. He felt the chances of him being found were slim to none. If only he hadn’t let Azula talk him into leaving that day. He never would have got caught up in that storm and never would have fell overboard and been swept away by the rapids. He closed his eyes, only to rest them, and quickly drifted to sleep.
His eyes fluttered open and, once his eyes focused, found himself staring up at a wooden ceiling. That’s when he became aware of his surroundings. He was laying on a soft, feather-stuffed mattress and was covered with a warm, dark green blanket. The sunlight flooded the room from three large windows. He tipped his head back to see the other side of the room. Behind him was a closet, the door was open and he could see hanging clothing. The floors and walls were made of a similar looking wood. He noticed some clothing laying out on a chair near the door.

He climbed out of the bed and picked up the clothing. It was a shirt and a pair of pants, both dark green with gold designs. The fabric felt almost like it could be silk. The shirt had long sleeves and was of the type a person just slips over the head. The pants were long and loose fitting with strings in the waist to tie and hold them up. He slipped them on and moved toward a door in the far wall that was ajar.

He stood up against the wall and listened. The house was dead silent. He wasn’t sure if there was even anyone else here. He pushed the door open and walked out into the hallway. Immediately to his right was a set of stairs. Down the hall, ahead of him, on the left side were three closed doors. Rather than snoop around he decided he’d better just go downstairs, just in case there was someone else here.

The stairs led him to a large, fairly empty room. It was similar to the room upstairs, being made of all wood, but with a small table and two small pillows. There was another door across from him on the other side of the room and then an open doorway on the left near the back wall. He frowned and moved over to one of the windows.

There was a young woman standing out in the yard. She was staring intensely at her shadow on the ground in front of her. She wore clothing similar to what he was wearing, only her shirt had shorter sleeves, and she was bare footed. She had bright red hair that fell alittle past her shoulders. Zuko’s concentration on her was broken when he saw what she was doing.

‘Is she… Shadowbending?’ he though as he watched her shadow twist around on the ground and then rise up infront of her.

Avatar: The Last Airbender

May 7, 2008

Tomoe’s Fanfiction Meme

Filed under: Writing — alongcameaspider @ 10:33 pm

1. How about a breif introduction of yourself?
I’m called AlongCameASpider…I’m a college student, photographer, writer. Wannabe pastry chef. I write things…

2. Fabulous! And what got you into fanfiction to begin with?
I had an idea. I wrote it out. And a writer was born.

3. I see, so what kind of fanfiction do you like to write?
Silent Hill, horror type of stuff. I drabble in other areas and fandoms but usually don’t keep it or really post it anywhere other than my scratch pad.

4. Do you tend to write the same pairings/characters? Or are you a fandom whore?
I usually work with the same characters, which are usually original characters. If I like the character enough to write about him/her, he/she is usually the only one I write about. Usually, but not always.

5. What is your most popular fanfic and why do you think people like it so?
In My Restless Dreams has the most reviews and hits. It’s my oldest fanfic tho, too. Kill Angels comes in second on the popularity chart. Followed by Pokemon 2008: Sacred Fire. They’re well written and people like the plot?

6. Forget other people, what is the fanfic you’ve written you’re most proud of?
The Disease, which hasn’t been posted yet. I’ve put a lot of work into it and it’s actually turning out how I want it. If I can actually finish it, I’ll be really proud. He Waits will be another good one once it’s finished. My entire “FREAKSHOW” series should be good.

7. Do you find writing easy? Hard? What are the most difficult aspects of writing you struggle with?
It can be easy, it can be hard. I have problems with making solid plots and writing beginnings. I frequently have to write a story backwards to get a rough idea of where I’m going. And then fix it as I go.

8. Write a few sentences or so of your favorite pairing or character.
‘He let the fingers of his right hand bounce across the icy bars that sealed the cells. When he reached the second to the last cell a cold, bumpy hand wrapped tightly around his wrist. The hand pulled hard and Mark slammed into the iron bars. He was released and he staggered across the hall and rested against the wall.’

-from “The Reverse Will”

9. Are there any fanfiction trends/cliches you can’t stand or are just sick of?
I don’t think I’m even going to try to list them all.

10. Are you guilty of any of the fanfiction trends/chiches you now hate? Or any other ones?
I’m sure someone would say so.

11. What was the first fandom you wrote for? Do you still like/participate in it?
G.Gundam. And it was horrible. I do not currently have any new G.Gundam fanfics in the works and more than likely won’t at any point in the future simply because I can’t think of a decent plot for one.

12. Name your OTPs or most frequently written pairings/characters and explain what it is about them you love to write.
I repeat first names occasionally but, in general, every character is different. I have my favorites, but what writer doesn’t?

13. What would you call your writing “style”?

14. Do you read other people’s fanfic? If so, what do you find yourself reading the most?
When I have time and feel like reading, yes. I usually read Silent Hill fanfics but have been reading quite a few Oblivion ones lately. I also read Dead Space, BioShock, and Harry Potter fics frequently as well. Any other fandoms I read are a spur of the moment decision and I usually don’t read it often.

15. Name one thing you’d LOVE to write, but you’ve been too afraid or shy to do?
Simply, I write what I love to write. Horror. People struggling with inner conflicts of the mind, mental disorders. I write how I feel into my characters. Self-expression in more ways than one.

16. Do you have trouble taking criticism? Or worse yet, do you have the dreaded bloated ego?
Not at all. I’m proud of what I write whether others like it or not. I am, however, always looking for tips for improvement and would love to know what others think of what I write. A writer writes for himself/herself as well as the entertainment of others.

17. When you write, is there anything that helps? Music? Quiet room?
Music. Music always helps. And video-games.

18. What inspires you?
Music. My moods, my thoughts, my dreams. Those three listed together are the biggest inspirations.

19. Lastly, how would you sum up your fanfiction expierences and yourself as a writer?
Writing helps me survive. Keeps my head clear, improves my mood, makes me feel tingly inside. I’m growing as a writer and my style with it. I’m doing what I love to do. I mostly write for myself. But, obviously, since I post it online I want to entertain and try to get feedback on it so I can continue to grow. Personally though, I won’t lose any sleep if someone hates something I wrote. Because I’m sure there’s someone out there who thinks the exact opposite. Can’t please them all.

20. Tag some friends, because they’ll have you for it.
I hate this ‘tag people’ thing so I’m skipping it.

With love,

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