Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24696562-20140606220206

Okay, because i didn't have enough time to write the story, i quickly posted what i was going to do, and the people that had told me they wanted to see it or wanted more details of 'How i've been practicing' I was going to answer...BUT--the thread was closed because of rule #1. Now, Let me explain this now that i have more time to talk. 'ive been practicing' was too vague. But i'll tell you the details. I created a character named despairia. This came into mind when i was drawing demons. I drew 3 other demons along with despairia in that picture and i wanted to add a story behind her. She looked sad, and the idea popped up into mind right when i created her, that i wanted her to be a character, who went through full depression. Not one of those demons that kill for no reason at all--but to kill for a reason--to kill because of how everything went in her life or to kill because she sees the evil in certain people--and she selects the people she wants dead. She doesnt randomly pick people. Thats what came into mind when i was thinking of making her. I've kept on thinking about making her into an ACTUAL creepypasta--instead of just a regular, plain old creepypasta. I wanted her to be actually noticed. So. I've been thinking about what i want to do with making her. And i've been doing drafts of the story. Until i finally got the draft that i wanted. Now, this is my first time making a Creepypasta story. And i am going to be very original as to my best. Please enjoy the demo of this story.

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There once was a girl who never stood out from the crowd--she was never popular and never normal to people--in fact, she was always their target. A target that no one could stop getting on at. She never had any friends. All she had was her family. She'd never bother anyone or ever do anything to make them hate her- she was just a target for people to get at. One day, the people went too far...dramatically bringing her normal, ignored life to an end. Her actual name is Daisy Jones. This story is from her point of view.

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I woke up from a horrible dream, to make it no better, the bright sunlight beamed right at my eyes very brightly. It struck me almost blind, and gave me a poundering headache. I woke up, very distressed. I didn't feel like going to school and i didn't feel like getting my clothes on. All i wanted to do was sleep. The only thing that could really comfort me WAS sleep. That's why I would always get up and move slow just to be late. Bad enough they pick on me now, bad enough i can't handle it, and if I'm early, they'll probably pick on me for how I look. Because in the mornings, i look like a zombie who came out fresh from the grave. I got up and put my clothes on at a very slow pace. My mom yelled for me to come thousands and thousands of times. But i went on very slow. I didnt listen because i wanted to be late. She wanted me to be early..but i never told her what happened to me. Scared and always making up excuses, the bruises i had always said i "Banged my head on the door while i wasn't looking" or I had "Tripped and fell and almost bust my head." but what actually happened was bullies banged my head against the wall, almost busting my head. Or beating me up with bats. That's why i hated going to school. Because those bastards never got what they freaking deserve. I wish they could fall in a well and die, or bust their heads while falling down from the steps. From how they hurt me, i wish they would all have died. Died from horrible tragic accidents.

"DAISY!!" My mom yelled.

"What...?" I lazily yelled.

"Come on, you're going to be late for school!"

"That's what i want..." I had mumbled deep below my breath.

She yelled at me again saying that i was going to make my sister late. My sister is 12 years old. The only sister i had. I never knew my dad anyways to be honest. My dad had died before me and my sister was even born. My mom never told me how he died, everytime I came to her about it, she would just say "I don't want to talk about it dear, maybe some other time."

Getting to the car, I walked slowly and tired. I slumped against the car door, standing there for a moment. I opened the car door slowly and plopped on the car seat. Then my mom hurried and drived away to get us to school.

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Okay, thats the demo of it. Be honest, how was it? 