Keo's Random Writings

[Keo]

You know what, I'm just going to post all my Random excerpts and tuff in one thread, instead of making a new one everytime XD Lol.

(Which also means, I am going to post Hunter here, and that other one that I wrote. Trust and Betrayal and Manipulations and Seductions will stay with their own threads)

I warn you now. I cannot promise that what I write and post here will be acceptable for all to read. There may be subject matter that some may find questionable, even offensive. Such as: violence, gore, swearing, nudity, sexual themes, or any other offensive/questionable material. If you choose to read what I write, I will not be held liable for any consequences (Such as you getting in trouble since your mom caught you reading something naughty) that arise from you reading my writing. This is purely your choice, and as of now, I have officially warned you.

There, now I have officially warned you. Now I can't get in trouble for anything that gets posted =P

The following is something that I started ... I don't know, almost a year ago or something, and I completely forgot about it. I Was thinking maybe of continuing it, but I don't know. What are your thoughts?

Soft. That was the first thing that came to mind. I was laying on something soft. But… what? And even though I could recognize that it was soft, I couldn’t really feel it. Why?

It was then that I noticed that I couldn’t move. I couldn’t control my body and move. I wanted to sit up, hell, even just looking around would have been a good thing, but I couldn’t do either. All I could do was lay there with this sort of cold numbness washing over me every couple of seconds. It was a constant thing, and it didn’t take long before I didn’t even feel it.

Naturally, I wondered what had happened, or well I would have had I been able to think coherently. There was something interfering with my brain functions, big time.

What in the world had happened?

I tried to remember the last thing I did, and quickly found out that I couldn’t even remember my own name. I couldn’t remember anything, my name, age, hell I didn’t even remember my gender. It was all lost to me. To me, it was as if I had just come to life. As if I had never existed until then.

My thoughts became more and more messed up as I tried to remember everything until I had a massive migraine. At which point I stopped trying to think and just laid there.

I never heard the door open, or the footsteps on the floor. Nor did I feel the needle that pricked my neck. I did feel the darkness coming, my thoughts getting fuzzier and everything losing all colour. Soon I was in a world of grey, and the darkness that I had just escaped from was coming to get me again. Just before my world faded away, I felt myself be picked up… well, more like the felt the change in elevation, so I assume I was picked up, before everything went black.

I next time I awoke, I was blindfolded and in a chair. It felt like my hands were strapped to the arms, and my feet were strapped to the legs of said chair.

I couldn’t hear anything, nor could I really feel much. There was still this odd sense of numbness about me, that just didn’t seem to want to go away. Although this time I felt the needle piece my neck, and tried to fight the effects of whatever was inserted into my bloodstream. To no avail though.

It did not take long at all before it too effect. I felt every sense leave me. Sight, hearing, taste, touch, and smell. Everything was gone. I wasn’t sure if I was awake or not. All I knew at that moment, was nothing.

[LOL BRED BUS]

WHY DIDN'T YOU WRITE ABOUT SEX?
*Cough*
I mean.. Erotic novels?
Just for Penny? *emo*
/nvm
I just drunk.

[Keo]

Bred
Oh I have some ... ahem ... more erotic writings in my notebook, I just haven't typed it up.

Besides, I don't know if that would really be allowed here on GG anyway xD

[The Message]

Is it true orn just like you have it- Random? It's pretty cool. ever consider being a writer?

[All-St4r]

i would read this if it were a book =O. its interesting.. except he passes out 3 times..

[The Message]

It could be a bestseller. I he were to ever make a book out of it.

[Keo]

Originally Posted by The Message

It could be a bestseller. I he were to ever make a book out of it.

He?

Excuse me, I'm a She =P

And to answer your question earlier, yes. I have considered being a writer. I've wanted to for a few years now. I just don't know where to start for getting any I write published *Has a short story she'd like Published*

So I'm guessing I should continue this?

[Keo]

Soemthing I wrote for Writers Craft a couple years ago.

Envy:

Synergy was envious of the fact that since he was a god, he couldn’t have a normal relationship. There was always going to be something getting in the way, whether it be duties of a God, or just arguments between the Gods, there would always be something. When he saw how one of his underlings was having a relationship that was simple than what he and the other Gods had to contend with, he became envious of the situation and planned to steal the woman away from him.
It took many, many months before he came up with a plan that would give him what he wanted. As soon as he had devised it, he had to wait for the perfect time to put his plan into action. It only took another two months before he could proceed, and he jumped at this chance. All that he required, was for his underling to leave his chambers for the evening, before he would move in. Synergy had it all planned out. He would create something that his underling would need to attend to, making it so that he would not be returning to the room any time soon, before he would move into the room and the woman. He didn’t care about what the two of them thought of it, he just knew that he wanted her, and that he’d get what he wanted.
Synergy planned on assuming the form of his underling, so that he would be able acquire his prize. In his opinion, being a shape shifter was a useful ability, and he intended of using it to its full use in his plan. He planned on going into the room while his underling was not there, and, while appearing to be his underling, take his woman the way he wished to. Since he would be in the form of his underling, no one would be the wiser. If only that had been the case.
All went according to plan, he got in, got out, and no one knew. He was the only one who know his secret for almost two months. Around the two month mark, it was apparent that the woman was pregnant… and his underling was unable to bear children (And that was how Synergy liked it). So they knew something had happened, no one knew it was him though.
While the woman was pregnant with the child she did not know how she had conceived, she found herself to be extremely envious of a lot of things. When she found herself envious of another woman’s figure, she almost felt as if she had split in two, when she found a small child curled up at her feet and any envious thoughts that had plagued her mind disappeared. She knelt down by the child and found that her, the child’s, hair was almost in the form of two horns, and that there was a snake curled around her shoulders as if protecting her. The woman could almost feel the envious thoughts and energy coming off of the child, so she high tailed it out of there, never looking back.


Something that I wrote up a couple days ago:

One sunny day, somewhere in Canada, a young girl sat on her front steps, thinking and biting her bottom lip. One thought continuously entered her mind: Damn. She'd been caught, yet again, with the bloody remains of a neighbour's dog. It was no surprise really. The girl was extremely unstable, but that did not, in any way, shape or form, change what had happened. She'd done it again. Obviously her medication wasn't doing anything - at least that was what her guardians were thinking. Her medication would do wonders ... if she was taking them. She very rarely took them. Why? She just didn't want to. She didn't care about them either - just that the damn dog was too loud and desperately needed to shut up.

So, she shut it up. Of course, she'd, unfortunately, gotten caught. Her brother had walked in on her with the dog and told their parents. One thing led to another which resulted in her sitting on the front steps, still covered in blood, waiting to find out what would happen to her. Not much, she was sure, but still something - if it was just another stay at the mental institution.

"Wonder how long I'll be there this time..." She muttered under her breath as the sun beat down on her. It was summer, and the heat was making the blood on her smell worse than it did before. Not that she cared of course.

She could hear her parents talking, through the open window, and she really didn't like what she was hearing. It seemed that they were getting fed up with her constantly 'dealing' with the canines and felines that grated on her nerves. They wondered when she would end up `migrating' to humans from animals. They thought it would be sooner rather than later, and as such, they planned on removing her from the equation before anyone was hurt. They knew she would end up `migrating' and things needed to be done before that happened.

She sighed as she listened, knowing full well she was going to be in a lot of trouble for this incident. Not that she cared really, she would take whatever punishment was dealt. She'd be a good girl an accept it. Although, there was something that was prompting her to leave ... and something else prompting her to go and do what it was that they thought she would.

`Do it...' she heard in her head `Go on... they do nothing but harass you and get made at you for doing what you want to do' the voice in the back of her head was getting louder, and more persistent, until it was all that she heard.

"Damn, they're right." She told the air. "I could go and do what they think I will..." A wicked grin crossed her face and a crazy glint appeared in her eyes. If anyone were to see her, they would end up changing direction because it was obvious, that the little girl had finally snapped.

`Go do it... you know you want to. You want to feel their blood running down your skin...' the voice trailed off as something akin to a thread snapping seemed evident in the air. She knew that it had happened, she had felt the snap.

She stood up, her eyes seeming to have an even more insane look in them then before, as she turned and walked into the house. She didn't know what she was doing, until she'd already done it.

The screams from within the house were audible all around. They were loud and pained, as if something bad was happening. When the authorities arrived, all they would see was a 8 year old girl standing in the middle of the living her. The bodies of her family would be around her, and the room would be covered with blood. She would also be covered with blood, and would be licking some of it off of her hands.