Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25180415-20140715033425/@comment-25180415-20140719170736

Dear WaveDivisionMultiplexer,

Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to help me with my CreepyPasta! I have edited the CreepyPasta a bit more and have included it in the bottom of this post. Next, I will work on the story/narration by deepening the plot and enriching the overall immersion into my character's life. I should be able to post the next version soon, once I implement all the changes you suggested.

SIncerely,

The Blank Slate

Worn out and tired from his exertion, he sat down at his desk and began recounting his life.

Day 1

''“Today marks 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 such damage that it could no longer safely exist. Due to this fact, my body gave way to the weight of my hunger leaving me an empty shell lacking in humanity."''

Day 21

''“A Tuesday, why a Tuesday? Truth be told, it makes me feel regular in my chaotic state. 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.”''

Day 28

"My hunger burns 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 just an “it” but rather a “he”. Though he had put up quite a fight, he was never a match. Reason being, my burning desire for that feeling some call guilt inside me, pushed my body to lengths previously unknown.”

Day 42

''“Time is 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.”''

Day 63

''“I can never stop but the feeling is wearing down. 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.”''

Day 84

''“I 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.”''

Day 

''“This cannot conclude for story must continue, yet there is no way. Unless the story cannot end if it never began, only continues.”''

Fin..

As the ink faded into non-existence, the alarm clock sounded. Waking up, annoyed to his very being, he could not bear the thought of being late to his first killing. Upon finishing however, he proceeded to grab his journal and began to write the never ending cycle that was his life.