Intermittent Writing

The new home of my writing that I post at random

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Intermittent Writing

I don’t really know what to write about today, so I suppose I’ll talk about my process and my reasons for doing this. Generally I’ll get a small idea and work from there. These ideas are usually based on things going on around me or random thoughts I’ve had throughout the day.

I’m mainly doing this so that I can improve my writing skills and maybe do something with that. As of now I don’t think I’m creating anything exceptionally good, probably mediocre at best, but that’s what it’s for. I suppose I’m hoping that someone will like this but at the same time I’m not really expecting much to come of this. I suppose my end goal is writing a book or something of the sort.

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Intermittent Writing - Day "I'm dropping the days part from the titles because I don't feel like doing it anymore. Maybe I'll start putting the genre or something here? BTW I have no idea what genre it is until I finish writing anyway"

"A gaunt emaciated face stared at me, a disgusted expression on his face. Weeks of unshaven greasy hair on his cheeks. The expression changed to curiosity as I reached out to feel his face, only stopping when the cold mirror resisted my light touch."

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Intermittent Writing - Day 13

"Dim flashlight beams swept across the treeline, searching. After several seconds they found their quarry. The body lay battered and twisted in a grotesque heap, just beyond a pair of large eyes glinted in the artificial light."

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Intermittent Writing - Day 11

“They stood outside, beneath the angry grey sky, surveying the scene before them. The earth cracked open like a fresh wound. Silence, unbearably loud, crushing in. The snow fell softly.”

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Intermittent Writing - Day 10

“Time seemed to stretch on for years as he passed in and out of consciousness. His waking hours only pain and confusion, the only respite being sleep, preferring the fever dreams and unfathomable horrors that wracked his mind to the discomfort of lucidity.”

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Intermittent Writing - Day 9

“The world around him moved quickly while he sat motionless. Time slipping away, everything aging, as he remained unchanged.”

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Intermittent Writing - Day 8.2

“He was enveloped in near darkness as he lay in his bed. The only source of light, a dim street lamp, only illuminated enough to make the shadows in the space confusing. The only sounds in the room were the ceiling fan and his own rasping breath. He was dying and he knew it.”

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Intermittent Writing - Day 8.1

“Outside the open window the world beckoned. However desolate it may have been, there was still something to offer.”

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Intermittent Writing - Day 7

“The corpses lay on the cold ground, snow covering their frozen flesh. I raised the camera to my eye. Through the lens the scene before me seemed like it wasn’t real. I moved closer to the bodies so that I might take in more detail. They lay naked without any signs of decomposition, bodies entwined in each others embrace. A peaceful, silent death”

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Intermittent Writing - Day 5

“He stared back at me, the emotion in his eyes betraying his false smile and the feelings behind it.”

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Intermittent Writing - Day 8.1

“Outside the open window the world beckoned. However desolate it may have been, there was still something to offer.”

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Intermittent Writing - Day 7.1

“An icy blast danced spasmodically across the barren tundra, carrying small crystals of ice in an unending waltz.”

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Intermittent Writing - Day 7

“The corpses lay on the cold ground, snow covering their frozen flesh. I raised the camera to my eye. Through the lens the scene before me seemed like it wasn’t real. I moved closer to the bodies so that I might take in more detail. They lay naked without any signs of decomposition, bodies entwined in each others embrace. A peaceful, silent death”

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Intermittent Writing - Day 6

“His body began to disintegrate, dissolving bit by bit like sand in a heavy wind.”

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Intermittent Writing - Day 4.4

“As she stepped through the door the creature lunged. The last thing she saw was its large lifeless eyes”

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Intermittent Writing - Day 4.3

“As she moved forward to walk through the door long tendrils appeared along the shadow, moving towards her.”

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Intermittent Writing - Day 4.2

“She tried to stifle her breathing as she saw the shadow perk up. There was a low rumbling interspersed with bouts of raspy inhaling from beyond the doorway”