Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26459137-20150604195425

Hi...Friends...Sorry for the lame Beginning...kind of shitty for the beginning for a journal...My name is jack...I'm 17 and I live and a small town in France, you don't need to know the name of the town because you won't find it anyway. I narrate my story in English so most people around the world can understand, and I narrate this story for a school project. So there is not much to say about me to be honest...I'm a huge Metalhead, I like videogames ,horror movies, and the movie industry in general; not very original but...who is... ,.People say that I am always happy and smiling. Mostly Emily, my best friend Se is a wonderful human being , beautiful , funny and intelligent...The perfect women I guess.

The last days I were working on a ..."original"... project, I wanted to create a monster, but not a generic , boring monster ; I wanted to make a distorted ,horrific ,deformed monster to make a cosplay. But I needed references to create a monster that can apply to a certain culture so I can attach a story to my creation .I found in the old stuff from my grandmother an old but beautiful book. On the front page was an big skeleton with an armor who looked like an armor from the middle earth. Awesome! Grandma said that the book was in the house when she bought it. In the book, I found images and text but I couldn't understand the language. I continue searching and the back page vas more like a box but it was closed and on the box was a note in the same language but the way it was written was...weird the ink seemed different and it looked like the person who writ the note was hurry. Well it's an old book so maybe it was a sort of special script or he just couldn't write good just like me.

I decide to tell my history teacher of it to see if he know which language it is. I was lucky because I knew...It was an old sect who wanted to summon demons to make them their slaves. But the legend says that one of the demons they summoned killed them all and forced them to adore him and to kill each other and the survivors had to eat the dead. But this was only a legend and the people of this culture were all schizophrenic, misanthrope drug addicts. He gave me a book who translate they language made from one of their people who made it and who wanted to spread their culture because he became "Gorkttor's servant" and gave birth to the legend.

At home I decided to read the book and look at the images, it was written that they managed to capture Gorkttor in a box in this book...The images are both disturbing and so fucking cool! I was so happy I couldn't resist from laughing .After reading ten minutes I heard a little noise coming from behind the door...Maybe it's Emily who wanted to surprised me...Fail! I sneaked to the door so she couldn't know that I busted her and open the door fast...nobody, I looked at the ground I saw a little box with "Jack" written on it. I took it and came back to my desk. I opened it and were very surprised...A key...I never saw this key but I knew it was the key for the box in the back page. I am going to open it...in this box is a letter and something drawn on a sheet of paper...The letter is a sort of ceremonial speech to summon "Gorkttor" the demon that enslaved the people who had written the book. On the letter is written, I'm going to read it.

"The black night falls on the colorful world; the sundown stabs the sky and let the blood fill him. In the circle are the chosen who will make our fortune. The grand evil will awake and we will dominate it. Gorkttor the Demon will rise and it's hate will fall on the infidels, now stay in this book and serve us to dominate all life on earth"

The drawing on the paper seem to be Gorkttor and he look so freaking cool! I was immediately going to draw him to make the patterns for the suit.... And I began to draw...draw...draw...and the more time passed the more I had ideas and continue drawing Gorktoor again and again and adding more and more details. I was stopped by Emily...She finally surprised me. I laughed but she seemed worried:

"what it going on? I said.

- Did you take a look at your desk lately?"

I looked at my desk and I let a little scream come out of my mouth.

"What the fuck happened there?"I said. On my desk was a ton of drawings of Gorkttor.

"My god is it scary. Said Emily.

- I know! I said. Cool am I right?

- Totally. Did you made it today?

- Yes I think.

- What does it mean "I think" ?

- I...I don't remember.

- Really?

- Yes, yes I really don't remember.

- You really need some sleep. But first let's hang.

- Cool for me, are we going to go to the park?

- Are you sure you can't read in my mind? Let's go!"

During the whole day, my head was filled with images of Gorkttor...I really need a break. My night was...terrible...Filled with nightmare...Most of them were about Emily being killed by...by...my God! BY ME!I don't know if I am going to sleep again. So...let's continue with my friend Gorkttor to forget all of this...I really surprised myself...I didn't knew that I could draw with that precision...let's continue the reading...This culture was fascinating, a so big hate for the human beings but a impressive intelligence ...they know things that I'm sure not even Emily knew of it. How do they know so much things if they were psychopaths AND drug addicts? There is something wrong in this story. But nevermind it's just a legend I'm not even sure these people existed after all it's just a book and a drawing.

After I finished the book i looked at my Gorkttor...You looks really great but today I'm not drawing on you.

Another day of thinking of Gorkttor...Damn it And the night...even worse...This time I don't just kill her ...I EAT HER! My god what is happening...Day after day they got worse...One day, I decided to draw a bit on Gorkttor but just like last time I made a ton of drawings...He is perfect...He seem so dangerous, so disturbed, so...real I feel like he is going to come out of the paper...I can almost hear him talking to me...I hear him talking to me...I can't understand but I know he can talk..I KNOW IT! I hear him when I sleep and when I am awake, every time and everywhere! Today I go to the park with Emily and I finally heard something very distinct..."Jack...Jack "It was like a whisper...I feeled observed too and completely paranoid...I felt like everyone was watching me and talking about me and not in a good way...Those stupid bastards, stay away from me you are nothing to me, just stupid animals destined to die alone .The whisper got louder "the black Night...the black...night "I told them to stop and Emily said

"Stop what?

-Not you! I replied.

The voice in my head

-What are you talking about

-STOP TALKING TO ME

-But...

-I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU, SHUT THE FUCK UP

-You have a problem! She said crying !It's not you!

-LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!I said, everyone looked ad me. ALL OF YOU,YOU DUMB SHIT !!"

I went back home and I looked at Gorkttor...He calms me...I can't get my eyes away from him...when I look at him I feel understood...He is...so...beautiful...so perfect so...so...I...I...I got a message from Emily it sorts of woke me up...She wants to talk to me...What does she want this stupid bitch! I'm sure she thinks I'm crazy! I don't care! I don't need them! All I need is you! My friend! My love! My Creation! I can't stop laughing while I look at Gorkttor..He respond when I talk, he understand me, he...He wants me to draw him one last time so we can unite forever, my drawing must stay forever deep carved in my soul , deep carved... in my skin! I need him ,my tortured mind can't live without him...A knife, I must find a knife...There you are! Let's the drawing begin!

It's done... the last drawing...Gorkttor in now carved in my torso...A sacrifice of skin and blood... I can feel him inside of me, know he is talking to me in a distinct

voice."Together...Dominance...Revenge...Forever" My body...It hurts...So much pain...So much PLEASURE!I can now see myself in my true form...My god...What am I, a monster? A demon? No... I am GOD

PS:sorry i'm an non English speaker so sorry if there is some mistakes 