Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-5292796-20140708014320

Now, Jason was a college student, living in a shared house with some friends. All he ever did was party and get drunk. He neglected his college work so, and soon was kicked out of the university. Then, he got fired from his job as well. So, the others decided that the next thing Jason was to lose would be his own shelter

"Jason, we party hardcore yet manage to keep our scholarship and job, why can't you?"

"I'm sorry, please may I stay for just one more hardcore party?"

"Fine."

and at that party, Jason got wasted. Barfing anywhere, he leaned over his gate and puked. There, he saw, standing by his wall, a man his age. "I'm lonely!" the spectacle cried.

Jason was very wasted, and, well, he told the guy off, calling him a 'loser imbecile who needs to get a life'.

The odd man didn't make a move, so instead of beating him to a bloody pulp, Jason walked off, thinking "He'll be gone by dawn"

Surely he was.

So, as Jason prepared to live on the streets, he also surfed the web.

It wasn't long before he came across an epidemic-like horror spreading around. A creature, disguised in its human form of a lad of about twenty-one, stands by the walls of houses, and upon its discovery by a true human, wailed, "I'm lonely!". If the creature was consoled by the human, it kept that human's soul safe for. However, if that human was foul, cruel or vulgar to the creature, it formed into its actual self, a man made of fire. Should said human show his face under the moonlight, The Man of Fire should burn him to a crisp, the only trace of his demise being a pile of ashes!

"No!" shrieks Jason, for he knew he was the next victim of that creature, of The Man of Fire.

Jason stayed in his house during moonlit hours, until the inevitable day came...

"Okay, Jason, you've got your things packed, be on your way to living on the streets..."

Jason had tears in his eyes, he would be dead tonight. Then, since God likes to play with his emotions, Jason got a sense of courageousness, he would reason with the creature, and become known as "He who stopped the wretched Man of Fire".

So, Jason stepped out of his house that night at 7pm, and into his backyard. He stepped on a crate and looked over the gate. Surely enough, the creature in its human form stood once again by the wall, and Jason's eyes filled with tears.

"Oh, pal, I'm so sorry for what I said the other night! I just wasn't sober, I was so drunk, please forgive me, Dear God, I beg you!" he cried.

"It's too late.." the creature moaned.

"But, I --"

"IT'S TOO LATE!!"

Jason jumped off the crate and ran towards the back gate, which led into an alley.

The Man of Fire burned its way through the front gate, and started towards Jason.

"Lord!" Jason cried, as he escaped through the other gate. The Man of Fire burned its way through that one as well, though Jason was already out of the alley and heading down a street.

"Help!" Jason banged on the door of each house, but nobody ever answered. The reasoning behind this is because in a battle, Satan himself always makes sure that all are cleared save for The Man of Fire and his victim.

Jason felt so stupid for running, he thought, "What if I would've simply been safe in my bedroom?"

So, he tried to make his way back home, but without success. The Man of Fire stood at the end of the street, and flung a large ball of fire at Jason with its bear hands.

Nobody ever did know what happened to Jason, for their only clues lie at a street dismissed, and that one clue was of course the ashes into which Jason had evolved.

' Thank you, Man of Fire ' cry the ashes. 