Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25180415-20140715033425/@comment-25180415-20140721184125

Dear WaveDivisionMultiplexer,

In this revision, I have fleshed out the whole narrative explaining the situation in each entry. I see now what you meant when you said I need to basically have background content. For you were basically suggesting that I should elaborate on the narrative to make it seem more diverse. I also have changed the titles so it would be easier for the reader to understand what is going on. Finally, I didn’t focus on editing it because I wanted to know what you thought of it before I fixed it up.

Thanks again,

The Blank Slate

The Untitled Dread - By the Blank Slate 

As I sat there oh so still as I sat there my sinking will never stopped descending down. Never even made a sound in its descent when I realized that the world is despised. But this cannot end, so I begin with my pen, to recount those long lost joys that can be found within this ploy. That is the book I shall recite though it takes all my might. To summarize the life of those, that took their life and made it close.

Day of beginnings - It has just begun

“This is ''the day I hunted and killed it. That frail, impudent animal thought it deserved life, but I knew better. Once I finished with the carcass however, things began to change. Specifically, my feeding began to coincide with my mental decay. Unfortunately, my actions have caused my mind, I feel, such damage that it could no longer safely exist." ''

The Day it started marks the time, it all started to decline. But you the reader need not fear, yet these times drawing near. You my friend need to try, and develop a strong tie. To what you believe and know is true, or this will happen to even you?

Day of Recompense

''“What makes me feel regular in my chaotic state? A pattern. Anyways, today marks the day that I went further, deeper into the abyss than anyone I know. For I killed no stranger, but a friend. Though it was an animal, it marks a renewal to that feeling of guilt that was slowly escaping from my tender grasp.” ''

Feeling lost and feeling gained, can drive us insane. To the point of no return, never wanting to relearn. The aspects that we need to know, to keep our minds so. For our minds will exhaust, when we seek what is lost. So don’t go seeking what can’t be found, or you'll end up in the ground.

Day of Validation

“The hunger burning once more, but now animals don’t suffice the urge for guilt. My addiction continues to force me down the path when none have returned. This time it wasn’t forced upon, but accepted. For, my companion knew my hunger couldn’t die, so he gave himself for my feeding. This event has brought guilt, that burning desire inside, is finally fed.”

Changing victims marks the day, that his hunger began decay. In his mind, it is now lost. For his mind cannot cross. The boundary he overstepped, my slaying a one who kept. Him at bay, for it was his friend, that so willingly met his end.

Day of Vindication

“Consume me time, yet I am not ready. Always my enemy, taking away my pleasure of feeling something normal, guilt. Though for most that agonizing pain called remorse tears their very being apart, for me it’s my life. Guilt, the knowledge that someone else is suffering just as much as me, feeds me. Yet, I cannot feed off everyone; that is why my parents are dead.”

Some cannot suffer the same end that some suffer from a friend. So those who are loved so much, have to feel that same rush. That came upon the friend that died, though other have tried. To escape his ravenous gaze. But it was just a race against time, they cannot win. Which is why it’s with a pen, that I write the memoirs of, one who killed out of love.

Day of Desperation

“Take away the feeling, time I hope it is enough. Yet time has finished its effect, what once was so lavishly imposed upon me has now diminished. So much so that nothing save from my own error can cause it to reanimate.”

The time that nothing can make one feel, about the things that one did kill. Is not something we all can say, that we did participate. But the truth behind all of this, that there is something we will risk. To get the reward, though we cannot afford. To receive the pleasure it gives, in our live it sure lives. Manifesting its belief that we need to cause mischief. To receive what we do want, or else it will sure taunt. Our very being, to never cease, until we rest in peace.

Day of Discretion

“My life has now have been subjugated to a place where I cannot be found. Yet they do not understand that prison cannot effect one who is empty.”

Those who were so careless to be forced to conclude, their life that was so young yet it’s there that they belong. Though death might not meet them now, they are there until the shroud. Covers their form when they die, for they cannot survive knowing about what they did, that is why they sure hid. Immersing themselves with that guilt, that comes when one has spilt, the blood of man, they have died if not in person then inside.

Day of Repetition - it has just begun anew this time within a different form

''“My very being says this cannot conclude for story must continue, yet there is no way. Unless the story cannot end if it never began, only continues. For it is over…"''

Reread this story and you will see something that was meant to be hidden from the first look, hidden even from this book. For if you piece together words, they will together work to form a sentence such that can be concluded in a rush. To mean the following about the authors very being.

"This is what makes the hunger consume me, take away my life my very being for it is over."