Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-5553246-20160103005946

Hi. Another one of my pastas has been deleted and I'm wondering why. I'm hoping to make adjustments and maybe re-upload it. If anyone could give me tips it would be most appreciated. Here's my pasta:

We treat fear as a weakness, a curse. Something we need to escape from. Why? What's to avoid? What if fear is an advantage? What if it is a warning, meant to prepare you for the day of your imminent demise from the moment you were born?

I wish I understood fear from the start. I wish I knew what I was getting myself into. You see, as I sit here in my basement, I await the presence of a great evil who lurks upon my home. I'm being chased by a demonic creature, a monster that can't be seen. Only heard by it's maniacal scream. This hellish creation of God wants nothing more than to feed upon my flesh. But I am ready for it. I mustn't be afraid. As I wait for the demon, I stumble upon old pictures of my family. As I look at wedding pictures of my parents, I realize that I am afraid. No matter how brave I try to be, there is no way to bury my fear. I can't deny that I am frightened, frightened to die! I can't afford death, at least not today. What would my family do without me? How would they manage? How would they overcome the heartbreak? No. I can't put them through all that. I must persevere at all coasts. If you are listening to me monster I want you to know that you can try anything on me, but it won't work. Every tragedy that ever happened will cease to exist after I'm done with you. After this day you will remember me not an underdog, but as a god. For on this day, not a single person shall die. Not one. I'll see to that.

All of the sudden, I hear a rumble up stairs. It's here. I must escape, but there is no exit to be found. Luckily, it doesn't know I'm down here. But it's only a matter of time before it finds me. I hear it coming closer. Finally, it is here. There's only one place left where I can be safe. I run past the nearest corridor, however I fall through a trap door in the ground. I'm stuck here! I try to climb out, but luck doesn't seem to be on my side. I feel a strange presence. The creature is here, right in front of me! I can't see it, but I recognize it by the screeching tone in it's voice, like nails on a chalkboard! There is no place left to go. It finally has me! But I can't let this be my ultimatum. I can't let my family go through the pain of loosing me. They've never done well with handling loss in the past, and I'm going to make sure they don't have deal with it today! I stand tall, and I give the creature a message it will never forget. Oh course I have no idea what I'm saying but at this point, all I can do is attempt to tap into the creature's fear, and use it to my advantage. I tell the creature that I'm willing to go through hell and back just to avoid death, and once I've overcome hell itself, I'll be able to overcome it as well. So go ahead monster. You can kill me, but you can't dismantle me, no matter how hard you try.

Blog Entry #57

I'm starting to worry about my son. Yesterday, I paid him a visit. I found him stuck in the trap door of his basement. He said that that he was being pursued by a demon and that screams last night were loud enough for anyone in the area to hear. He must've been mistaken because all that could be heard last night, was a thunder storm that hit his town. 