Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-43886227-20191016023203

'''I am a writer. I like to write things that are scary or things that are happy and fun to read. My normal stories focus on a male or female protagonist who does things that others like. Some of these stories have the protagonist be the hero of the city or town, while others or comedic and romantic. However, my scary stories focus on the monster or villain of the novel. Usually, the villain is a guy who is mentally insane or just plain out evil at certain times. The monster which is seen as the most common villain in my books are all tall and scary-looking. Then I wrote a book called “The Creature in the Dark”. The creature is like a demon, but only the horns are demon-like. The rest of the creature is mainly burnt-looking and is super tall, about 21 feet tall. This was one of the best horror books I’ve ever written. It’s about this creature who watches you while you sleep. He hides in dark areas of the room, mainly parts where it is super dark like a closet. His white, glowing eyes watch the people as they slept and when they wake up, the being is gone. I finished writing it and then sent it to the publishers. The books were sent to libraries and bookstores, and soon everyone was reading it. However, I forgot to mention one thing about this horror novel. It was written in some old, wrinkling, large book. The book is haunted.'''

'''Every time something is ever written in it, they come true. This creature that watches people is now real. People will think it’s real once they read the book and they will be scared. Their wish just came true as nightfall came. I go to my house and into bed, and sleep. I notice the faint glow coming from somewhere. “Probably the moonlight?” I said. But it wasn’t the moonlight, it was something else. It was the “Creature of the Dark”, the creature I wrote a book about. I thought he was fake, but he wasn’t. He snarled at me. His face was pure evil. I tried to escape but he blocked my way. His face got closer and closer and then, it was right in front of my own face. He almost bit me with his sharp, pointy, white teeth. He snarled again and chased me. The others. They had to face the being as well. They might have died from it. I tried to attack it.'''

'''I managed to stab it, right in the heart. He didn’t die or even bleed. He vanished in thin air, right in front of me. I finally vanquished it but I don’t even know if I did. Anyways life was good until I received a message from my friend. It said that the being was still there, watching me. He was invisible. He never left. He reappeared and then knocked me unconscious. When I woke up, he was gone for good and a letter was next to me. There was also a knife there too. I was nervous once I got to say what it said. I decided it examine it. It was a short pessimistic poem. No not the one written by Robert Zend. It was written by this thing and I’ve decided to read it. '''

                                                         “Ever get a chance to live?

                                                   Never in a billion years from now.”  