making of:the longest recess.

aside from being based in the junoverse, the story of "the longest recess" comes from a mix of punnery and real life experience.

making of:crazy

i knew i wanted something dark and ominous, so that's what came out. i think i freaked myself out writing this, because at the end of the first point of view, my hand was trembling and my heart was pounding. and all just from writing and visualizing the scene.

to be honest, i'm not sure where everything came from. i just imagined the typical horror movie music that is like constantly getting higher in pitch and sounds like someone sighing faster and faster. and tried to incorporate all the senses of that into the writing hopefully it was successful?

writing from the pov of a crazy person was hard though. nothing seemed too crazy except that this guy could feel vibrations of a soul. or could see them. a bit supernatural, but sufficient for crazy? i have no idea.

abp#4:constructing vodkaville. :)

winesburg ohio.
so a sufficient parallel should be vodkaville, wyoming. why wyoming i have no idea. but somewhere out in the states somewhere. or... vodkaville could be in russia. that would be great.

one side of town has a quiet tea parlor run by the most modest of owners. the old man also hosts secret karate lessons in the back of the shop. but across the river on the wilder, party-oriented side of town is a bar: the hammered nail. the owner had started small, purchasing a quaint building and installing several small booths along with the signature bar. however, as more patrons started frequenting the establishment, it had to expand. the new  building is a slick, chic place. thick, corrugated, steel walls rise from the ground, creating the single story of the bar. the roof is placed almost crookedly, begging a stylistic question. the parking lot circles the place, almost locking it into some sort of almost demonic pentacle (which is rather fitting, considering what happens inside).

in the building, there are many booths, several stand-alone tables with barstools, and a bar. the bar counter is made of slippery, smooth plastic--perfect for sliding drinks across. anyone who takes a job as bartender there is trained for several days on end in the way of perfect drink sliding. musicians and traveling performers visit the bar often. there is never really a night without any live entertainment. the place is always hopping with activity. in the wee hours of the night though, things get funky and the smoke machines start to work their magic. the patrons are hazily pushed out of the bar by almost ethereal hands of vapor, leaving the night crew to clean up any drunken mess anyone has left. and by the next morning, things are spotless, and the hammered nail is ready for hammering again.

thoughts on "looking for something lost"

so maybe i should try and write the homework later so that i have more people to bounce it off of. the only people i've been able to bounce it off was the blenderlid. he thought that overall the story was good, only a few things that bothered him personally. they bothered me too, so i went through again a couple times to edit. but to me, it seems a little clunky still. maybe, eventually, i can get invisiblepinkink along with nameless to help and add their concrit.

i feel that this should be a kind of "making of" type thing.
the events that have unfolded recently have just left me a little dazed and just utterly broken. essentially, when you give someone a choice, you want them to make a certain one. when they don't, it hurts. but you can't really force that upon them, right? it's a choice. also, in this society, we all put up fronts. we are all hypocrites (in the sense that hypocrite was used in ancient greece, meaning an actor) as we only show the good parts of us. if someone asks "how are you" the default answer is always "good" or "fine." if you say anything but, people freak out. (some a little more than others... and with good reason. sometimes. it's not bad to care about people, is it?) and though we may think that no one else is going through the same thing, everyone is. everyone has their own labyrinth with their own monsters. the only differences are the extent of complexity and ghastliness of the labyrinth and the personal demons. so, in essence, this story is based off of the feeling when someone's gotten in so deep getting to know you, and then pulls out as quickly as they came in. a part of you is lost, and you go looking for that in other people. you put up a stronger front (that someone will eventually be able to break again) and keep on looking. you kind of blind yourself to the feelings of others, because you're searching for that one thing that's missing. and you can't really ever find it.