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Newly Revised at last, I did what I could and hope it gives both my readers and the work the justice deserved. :)
Your Constant Writer,
Greg
Shadesoftruth.wordpress.com is my main blog, Authornation.com/gwelch1984 is my authornation site, Find me on myspace under the SN of Roguephilosopher...
I've been looking into the format, and see there is a problem. I was wrong in what I said earli…
Hey hey,
Not sure what's up with the formatting here, but take a peak at the story elsewhere and note that it actually is formatted correctly. This is my final draft version, paragraphed, and prettied up. *Shrugs* 'puters hate me...
Greg
Two orange embers burned against the night giving off twin
carbon plumes of smoke as they did. The smell was acrid, thick, and grey
to its core.. Not blue, never blue, despite the smoker's claims. This
was a dead thing of ashen grey and hopelessness…
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- Horror, Dark Fiction, Dark Sci fi, Dark Fantasy, Gothic, Macabre
Hello and Welcome
Loving the blank space before me, I weave one word at a time into the greater tapestry I hope will someday be a great quilt of epic length and lush depth.
My name is Greg, I write the dark stuff, get inspired by a black crow on the electric line, and aspire to greatness in the realm of Horror.
Seeing me in life beyond the internet, you might never suspect it, though if you looked at my eye in just the right shade of moonlight, you'd likely catch a glint of the terror I wish to bring you.
I'm sick you might say, but this is my play ground, and when I was a kid, I played on one with a rusty tube intended for children to climb forever up in, I might add. So, may the Dark Muse find you here, reading, enjoying, and finding commonality.
One last thought before I leave you wondering who I am and what I'm about...
This is my growing ground, one more place to declare to the watching world my intentions when it comes to writing. This is the place where you will find my weaker pieces standing beside my stronger ones both looking at each other with jealousy going back and forth, wondering what lurks behind the other's dark title. This is the place where I experement, play, and see if I might be able to learn a thing or two.
Please, check out Authornation.com/Gwelch1984 for a wide selection of my "Dark Play" as I'm not sure just how much I'll be putting up here.
A few I suspect, but how many I dont know.
And then the final, "One Last thing."
Keep your eye out for me folks, Im deadly, dangerously, single-mindedly intent on finding as many stories as I can to tell and take them to as wide an audience as Fate would have it. And should Fate defy me, I should suspect I might be tempted to wrestle the beast down and force her hand for a change. I hope it doesnt come to violence though...
Your Constant Writer,
Greg
P.S.
Check out my bookstore Shades of Truth
My name is Greg, I write the dark stuff, get inspired by a black crow on the electric line, and aspire to greatness in the realm of Horror.
Seeing me in life beyond the internet, you might never suspect it, though if you looked at my eye in just the right shade of moonlight, you'd likely catch a glint of the terror I wish to bring you.
I'm sick you might say, but this is my play ground, and when I was a kid, I played on one with a rusty tube intended for children to climb forever up in, I might add. So, may the Dark Muse find you here, reading, enjoying, and finding commonality.
One last thought before I leave you wondering who I am and what I'm about...
This is my growing ground, one more place to declare to the watching world my intentions when it comes to writing. This is the place where you will find my weaker pieces standing beside my stronger ones both looking at each other with jealousy going back and forth, wondering what lurks behind the other's dark title. This is the place where I experement, play, and see if I might be able to learn a thing or two.
Please, check out Authornation.com/Gwelch1984 for a wide selection of my "Dark Play" as I'm not sure just how much I'll be putting up here.
A few I suspect, but how many I dont know.
And then the final, "One Last thing."
Keep your eye out for me folks, Im deadly, dangerously, single-mindedly intent on finding as many stories as I can to tell and take them to as wide an audience as Fate would have it. And should Fate defy me, I should suspect I might be tempted to wrestle the beast down and force her hand for a change. I hope it doesnt come to violence though...
Your Constant Writer,
Greg
P.S.
Check out my bookstore Shades of Truth
Greg's Blog
Secrets of the Night (Short Story)
Two orange embers burned against the night as twin carbon plumes of smoke chased each other up in invisible glory. The smell was acrid, thick, and grey to its core. Not blue, never blue, despite the smoker's claims. This was a dead thing of ashen grey and hopelessness. Eternal hopelessness, ever onward, and always upward.
"Was it good for you?" she asked.
"As good as always baby. You?" he answered.
A heavy and soggy deep drag made one of the embers move in mesmeric little circles and blaze brill… Continue
"Was it good for you?" she asked.
"As good as always baby. You?" he answered.
A heavy and soggy deep drag made one of the embers move in mesmeric little circles and blaze brill… Continue
Posted on February 17, 2009 at 9:30am — 5 Comments
Fallen Angel, Risen Demon (Chapter Two)
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The streets were dark, eerie, and thick with a mid November chill. The stars were obscured by a heavy covering of clouds, every once in a while the sinister glimpse of a fat and frightening orange tinted full moon would peak out and wink at those below.
“Night is the devil's play ground Johnny, you best be rememberin' that” John heard his grandmother calling to him from so long ago.
John Stanton walked slowly down Apple Street, looking about nervously as though something were after him. S… Continue
The streets were dark, eerie, and thick with a mid November chill. The stars were obscured by a heavy covering of clouds, every once in a while the sinister glimpse of a fat and frightening orange tinted full moon would peak out and wink at those below.
“Night is the devil's play ground Johnny, you best be rememberin' that” John heard his grandmother calling to him from so long ago.
John Stanton walked slowly down Apple Street, looking about nervously as though something were after him. S… Continue
Posted on November 11, 2008 at 12:57pm —
Fallen Angel, Risen Demon (Chapter One)
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Chris Thomas wasn't thinking of the end times, Armageddon, nor even Jesus the night the world began its lonely descent into Hell. He was rather sitting inside his single bedroom apartment, second story up with only three windows---two of which looked out from the rectangular living room onto a depressing bleak parking lot to the neighboring McDonalds---typing like a madman with the band Disturbed feeding his hungry ears all the blaring rock he desired.
This was his typical pre work routine… Continue
Chris Thomas wasn't thinking of the end times, Armageddon, nor even Jesus the night the world began its lonely descent into Hell. He was rather sitting inside his single bedroom apartment, second story up with only three windows---two of which looked out from the rectangular living room onto a depressing bleak parking lot to the neighboring McDonalds---typing like a madman with the band Disturbed feeding his hungry ears all the blaring rock he desired.
This was his typical pre work routine… Continue
Posted on November 10, 2008 at 12:37pm —
The Creeping Plague (Short Story)
I'll never forget the day the rising gas prices fell from the news. The day the economic crisis just shy of a depression (a thing no one would admit if their balls or boobs depended on it) was no longer a thing discussed by the gossiping old folks down at the home, the ones that could remember the first economic woes of the nation they called home and pledged to. Some of them gave their arms, and eyes, and even their ears. This was the day the world forgot the tension in the Middle East, and no… Continue
Posted on October 2, 2008 at 12:30pm —
The Amazonian Blood Spider (Short Story)
Joie Sizemore, a rising teen just at the door step of girls and puberty, stood eyeing what he had been patiently saving three weeks worth of allowance up to purchase. The glass cage provided the perfect view, but was kept in the back storage where new arrivals sat.
Joie worked part time at the store during the summers and had grown a working friendship with the old man, Billy Moore to gain first dibs on super special creatures. Only thing was, Joie had never had permission to buy anything, super… Continue
Joie worked part time at the store during the summers and had grown a working friendship with the old man, Billy Moore to gain first dibs on super special creatures. Only thing was, Joie had never had permission to buy anything, super… Continue
Posted on September 30, 2008 at 5:00pm —
Comment Wall (7 comments)
- At 11:21am on February 16, 2009,
Jennifer Helen said…
- I just came across your profile in this network. I would like to extend an invitation to join Allvoices.com. It’s a citizen journalist site. We discuss, debate and write about everything under the sun here. Allvoices also has an incentive program for writers and they can earn up to $10,000 cash. Register at http://www.allvoices.com/journalism and start contributing
- At 4:52pm on November 10, 2008,
Searsha said… - Hi, I like your style of writing...
- At 2:40pm on September 29, 2008,
Kirsten said… - Greg
When was the last time U rode a subway car in the city?
~K
- At 1:52pm on September 29, 2008,
Shannon Lynette said… - Welcome to the box!
- At 1:26pm on September 29, 2008,
James Waters AKA. NineSpeed said… - Hello Greg, Welcome to the box.
- At 10:51am on September 29, 2008,
Cary said… - Hey, Greg, welcome to The Writer's Box.
- At 9:30am on September 29, 2008,
Rogue said… - welcome to the writer's box greg nice to see that your here as well
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