My story was—oh hey, what about this!?

I was at first going to make a creepy story about a girl who lost her memory and figures out who she is and the people around her. She thinks they’re friends, but they’re actually… the ones who tried to KILL HER OMG! 

Then, my dad told me a funny story about a guy leaving a really good company making billions of dollars, and he left before it became famous. Everyone was trying to look for him so they can give him the money since he was co-founder (OH CRAP I FORGOT WHAT IT WAS REALLY ABOUT). It’s called Clear History. The way my dad described it was hilarious…

Before the co-founder guy knew about how much the founder of the company wanted to give him money, he had a big grudge how the company flourished because of the first electronic car ever (I think), Howard. Co-founder was like,

WTF WHY HOWARD THAT’S A STUPID NAME FOR A CAR!!

And everything was so random it seemed. The founder—I’ll name him Bob—hired so many people to find him and the co-founder—I’ll name him Tom—STILL had the big grudge on the founder… until he found out Bob wanted to give Tom 10% of the billions of dollars earned.

Well… it doesn’t seem funny when I explain it. Seriously, I don’t want to write that all down UGH. But anyway. The reason why I just said all that… was because instead of making a creepy story WHICH I’M NOT QUITE GOOD AT, I’ll end up making something random. Then it eventually turns into an actual story! More like, the characters are making the story I suppose?

BLAH. I don’t know. I was thinking of something random too. A girl did something stupid and gained a lot of popularity and then got into an accident. After that, she had amnesia and doesn’t know anything anymore! So she finds out… ;sdfouhzl;ngz;drofgh I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE.

I TOTALLY had it earlier. Now, I lost it because I FARCKING TRIED SO HARD to type out what Clear History was about. Good job.

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Finally! *attempts to make mystery novel*

In my previous post, I was writing in 2nd person narrative. I SUCK AT IT. *rage quit* So, I went with 1st person narrative, something I’m actually good at…

In this story, I’m writing a mystery novel. I’ve actually never really wrote any mystery novels. I only just like mystery stuff. So, I went to this site to give me tips on how to write a mystery. I thought it’s really helpful. BUT even though I read it, I probably won’t even write a good mystery in the end. I’M JEST LIEK DAT OHKAY!? 

It’s my first time
This tip is helpful.
ORLY— *gets punched in the face*

Thankfully, this time, I managed to make a full outline before I started writing. Now, I’m writing it and I’m liek EZ PZ. But I got too excited again and made pictures for the game. WHY DO I TEND TO DO THAT UGH. But I at least made the prologue! It’s like, super short though. I already tested it out (game version) and put in some creepy music and I’m like…

NOOOOOOO THIS IS SCARY! HALP ME.
You shouldn’t have put in that creepy music in the first place, dumbass.

Then I text my cousin saying how scared I am but that didn’t make me feel any better… she at least pointed out how hot the weather is today to make me stop thinking about the scariness. She’s so sweet~

So far, I have 1k words…. THAT’S NOT EVEN ENOUGH FOR A DAMN PROLOGUE.
But… it’s a super short story
DON’T “SUPER SHORT STORY” ME!!

I planned for it to be only 10k words. I wonder if I’d even reach that far or if… if it really will be under 10k words? For some reason, it might seem long. It looks like there’s two parts to the game. DAMNIT I DIDN’T WANT DISSSSSsssssS.

But… I’m happy to at least have “something” to write about. Yayness.

Scary! That THING is so SCARY!!

I got scared. And now I can’t sleep. But at the same time, I’m sleepy. IT’S THIS SPIDER’S FAULT!! I’ve been sleeping in a sleeping bag in the family room, not in my room. It’s been like that for weeks. Then suddenly, when I saw a spider just now, I’m like,

“TAIM TO GET OUT OF HEARRR!!”
“IT’S JUST A FUCKING SPIDER!”
“I hate spiders. And I hate my room.”
“So why are you going back to your room?”
“Because my room isn’t as scary as a spider.”
“But it’s still scary… because you freak out looking at those mirrors—”
SHADDAP DON’T SAY EEETTT!!

But for some reason, when I saw it, it looked like a feather. It was scary. UBER SCARY. I thought it was part of my blanket full of feathers. BUT IT WASN’T!35_002(it’s daytime in this picture but here it’s actually night time.) GAWD I bet that spider is all like…

“Is that girl an idiot? Why is she scared of me? I SHOULD BE FUCKING SCARED OF HER.
SHYAAAADAAAPPP I HATE YOU SPIDER. LET ME RUN AWAY NAO. TO MY ROOM. A safe place.” *sigh of relief*

My room is a bad place. With mirrors. Why do I have so many mirrors? And why did I even leave my room to sleep in another place at a certain time? MAYBE there was another spider. And it was on the mirror. 2x’s the scariness? or 10x’s?

Ugh. I don’t know if I can sleep anymore. What the fuck. And I’m supposed to go to …some place tomorrow. Observatory type of thing but somewhat different. I have to go. I need to go. I want to go! SO I NEED. To somehow sleep. BUT HOW!? I don’t even know IN THIS WORLD!! After seeing a spider. Yes. I don’t know.

I think… I’ll just… type… my story… try to… because I can’t sleep right away. I’ll get tired eventually. EVENTUALLY!

Scared? ARE YOU AN IDIOT!?

I’m scared to send my stuff to my editor—BARELY ANYTHING. It’s all SHIT BUT in my eyes, IT WAS… okay. Shit + okay = Still okay. I’ll send it.
22_001“I’m so sorry, I was… I was busy… with stuff—
“Sorry? Busy with… STUFF!? WHAT KIND OF EXCUSE IS THAT!?”
SOOOO SORRY! I JUST! I COULDN’T THINK OF STUFF—”
“TELL ME A BETTER EXCUSE NEXT TIME AND I’LL LET THIS GO.”
“Oh.”

Well… that situation is still okay, because SHE WOULD LET IT GO NEXT TIME! But it’s true, I barely did anything because I COULDN’T FUCKING THINK OF ANYTHING GOOD besides the scary-ish intro. And then all I was doing aside from not writing anything good was making ComiPo! art tutorials. I bet she was looking at that and was liek,

“Bitch isn’t getting things done. I knew it. All she was doing was MAKING FACKING ART TUTORIALS rather than WRITE THE FACKING STORY.”

“…………………….JUST. Let me try to come up with stuff on MAI BLAHG OHKEIIIII!?

My editor is on Skype so I… might… log on in a bit… OR NOT. OR TOMORROW. OR THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW. OR NEVAR IN MY LAIIIFF. I’ll see what story-ish STUFF I can type on my next post… if I can come up with anything… before I actually send my work…

“GAWD YOU BITCH STOP POSTING SO MUCH. SERIOUSLY YOU FUCKING ANNOYING BITCH.”
“I can’t help it. I wanna talk about LAIFE.”
“This isn’t about life, dimwit.”
“Oh.”

Life, my life, or not… I’LL STILL POST SHIT!!

What are you most scared of? MYSELF.

I’m scared of me! It’s true… sometimes when I look in the mirror, I’m just like, “You’re so scary, Eevee! Stop looking at me!”
“You’ll never run away from me. I own you.”
“Why can’t you just die!?
“I’ll kill you before you kill me!” *takes out knife*
*steals knife and throws it at mirror*You can’t!!*mirror shatters*
SILENCEEEEE……….

18_001Omg why did I type that now I really am scared. LOL I think I’m a yandere. Like, I think I’m damn hot when I look in the mirror. I seriously like, fall in love with myself.
“What, seriously? Why would you do that? GAWD you narcissist.”
But then a few seconds later I’m just like, “Stop… I don’t want this… DON’T KILL ME NAO!!”

This… is a short entry.
I’m supposed to be sleeping. Oops. Gonna get caught now.
Like I’m still in high school *facepalm*

Why am I a slow writer? …You just are.

I’m writing the prologue for my visual novel still. Trying to figure out so much on how it would be like if someone runs away from a friend who betrayed you. They’re out to KILL you. EEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Go! Go away! NAO! PLS. I’ll give you 5 dollars.

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Then in actuality, it’s not that friend who’s out to kill you. It’s…!! WHO IS IT!? Your eyes were so focused on that “friend” Now… YOU DIE!

“No… I don’t deserve this…”
“What did I ever do to you?”
“All I want to be is…”
“…I want to be friends!!”

“Friends” with this… stranger!? This shadow that you don’t even—
“AHW MAH GAWD I thought you were someone I know. I DON’T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND! WHO ARE YOU!?

No one knows. Not you. Not anyone around. Not even… ITSELF.

I have no idea what I’m talking about now.
Let me just… practice. Writing stuff. Okay? Okay.


During the night, the girl who I thought was my best friend ran after me with a knife. I looked into her eyes. They were eyes of a murderer, craving for bloodshed. This isn’t the friend I knew. Was this person ever my friend? Do I really know her?

There was no way. The moonlight in this dark, midnight sky reveals her immorality. I can’t think. I can’t speak. I can’t do anything else but run.

Running, running, running…

…Until my limbs collapse. How much longer should I run?
I don’t want this. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die alone.

Then that’s when I stopped running on the asphalt road of this eerie neighborhood. I was far from that girl with the knife. That girl who I thought was my friend. But strangely, I knew someone was behind me. Someone was right there. So close, yet it feels so far away—almost as if the clock is ticking in slow-motion.

Finally, It came so soon. That presence I felt. It’s so close. I can feel it holding me in its arms. I can’t think, I can’t speak, and I can’t even move. I could only hear the faint whisper of two mischievous words in my ear.

“Found you.”


You know what…
I can scare myself when I write…
There’s a mirror next to my computer and a dark hallway behind me and I kept looking at it like SOMETHING. IS THERE.
This always happens when I write something like this. It’s like
*writes creepy scene* “Oh gawd” *looks at the mirror* “Okay good… nothing… there… NO THAT’S A LIE!! SOMETHING IS THERE I KNOW IT DAMN IT!

Okay you know what. I’m done. I’m just done.