Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-37138398-20190226191619

Finally, a story meant to be a creepypasta. Please tell me if it is good!

'''It is said that an author carries his creations everywhere. That they never leave him, even in his darkest hour. I can personally verify this for myself. '''

'''I always pictured myself as an aspiring author. I created stories that have genuinely entertained the people that have read them. One example, and this is my first official “series,” as I would call it, is a chain of Skyrim fanfics of mine. They are probably still my best work to this day, and I will always hold them in my heart. '''

'''But I digress. '''

'''This specific story starts with a story I have called “The Death Spear.” This was my first attempt at character descriptions, and I’m particularly proud of it. Anyway, it was after the creation of the story that I started to notice… things.'''

'''For one, after the creation of the story, it was always in my Google Drive’s Quick Access. Always. I haven’t worked on it in almost a year, and it still is there. Another thing I noticed was that I noticed a pair of glowing red eyes watching me in dark areas. Now, I have an extreme fear of the dark. So much so that I sleep with a lamp on besides my bed. It’s that serious. Anyway, usually, although I’m not in the dark, in dark places I usually spot them. The third and final thing strange I noticed happened about six months ago.'''

'''I was walking the halls of my High School (Yes, I am under 18), when I saw some asshat corner a girl against a locker. He was yelling at her, calling her a slut, a dirty whore, etc. Well, it wasn’t a very good day for me, and then this asshole decided to screw with a girl. Let’s just say that was the straw that broke the camel's back. I walked up to him, asking what he was doing. He took one looked at me, laughed, shoving me away, saying it was just a little talk with his girlfriend.'''

'''Well, being the asshole I am, I kicked him in the shins, telling him to stop being an ass. He turned to me, fully intending to beat me to a pulp, when suddenly he’s lifted up into the air. I spot those glowing red eyes behind him. The eyes looked at me, and I felt something inside me spark. Suddenly, the guy splits in half. I’m not fucking kidding. Split at the waist, this guy fucking gets split in half. He screams, but gets cut off as a giant metal claw comes out of nowhere and impales him. Suddenly, he drops. It takes me a few seconds to realize he died before he hit the ground. I looked at where the eyes were, only to see something I would have never expected to see.'''

It was Callus, my first creation.

'''For those that don’t know what he looks like, here’s an excerpt from “The Death Spear” describing him: “The metal torso was muscular and complex, giving the impression of dominance. Its arms were well built, and the sliding fractals built within made them flexible. The hands were slightly triangular and rounded at the bottom, allowing for easy mobility, and the fingers were human-like except for the talons at the end of each fingertip. The legs were like saws, with a metal, ragged underside and shiny, rounded coverings, while the feet were like claws, with six prongs on each foot, jutting out, then curving downward, giving them an evil look. The head looked like a wolfish animal; where the mouth and nose would have been, only a dark muzzle with sharp canines poked forward. Pointed ears jutted out on the side of the head. The piercing red eyes were open, with a hint of eyelids hiding behind them. The whole thing was covered with a clear, skin-like coating. The Thing was fluctuating between the monster it was and a muscular, black wolf-thing. Only the eyes stayed the same: piercing red.”'''

'''This was Callus, and I was surprised as all hell to not only see him, but what he had done. Naturally, the body was found. No one believed me when I said it was my own character. That is, until they saw the body. Needless to say, it takes incredible strength to rip a body in half like that. Strength I didn’t have. They let me off with a warning, the left me to my devices.'''

'''Every since, I’ve catered Callus. No one can see him but me, but people can feel him. I’ve never been more feared in my life. I once found the phrase “Absolute Power corrupts Absolutely,” and once again, those quotes are right on the money. Callus is my guardian angel. Whenever I go anywhere, he is there, following close behind.'''

'''Which brings me to the overlying message of this. Callus is my child. I created him from the same letters that bring you this message. Callus is more powerful than anything every created. A figment of my imagination, every word I write makes him more powerful. So here’s my message.'''

'''Don’t fuck with Callus. Don’t fuck with me.'''  