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Every day I come up with at least one short story idea and write one of them that week.
Every day I come up with at least one short story idea and write one of them that week.
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December 10, 2019 at 11:34pm
December 10, 2019 at 11:34pm
Note for closure and information:
I am changing the nature of the blog entirely. Therefore, I am moving the old items to archive somewhere else because they don’t apply to this new form anymore..

December 5, 2019 at 3:30am
December 5, 2019 at 3:30am
Wow, have I changed. I honestly do not remember writing anything in this blog. Yet, I do remember most of the events and very painful memories (which weren’t very fun to revisit a minute ago). To say that I have changed a lot would be an extreme minimization of the actual transition that occurred. I had so much energy back then! And I am truly saddened that I don’t anymore. After so much trauma, conflict, struggle, and hopelessness, I have become an old, withering hermit at age 23. If I had remembered to write about what happened shortly after the last entry I see here, then I would not have been able to bear rereading this blog and have nightmares. I am absolutely astonished by the magnitude of the memory block I have put up about all those years and how excited I was to live. I’ve always been a writer, but when life hit me hard again, I really feel like it took my morale and personality with it back to hell. By the way, in case you were wondering (by some chance you’ve been following my masochistic narcissism that is this blog I now see) that girl that truly messed me up ended up sending me her wedding invitation like a year or two later and I blocked her. This was at least a few months after my last encounter with her which did not end well. I was thinking of her again, so I drove over two hours back up to my old school town where we met and took her to go eat (and of course she was still playing “love” ping pong with that same guy in the beginning) and it was cordial and all - but extremely awkward. All I remember is afterwards I facebook messaged her asking for her number (because I deleted it when I gave up on her finally earlier) and didn’t respond. That hurt. I mean, that HURT (and for reasons I now know). On my long drive home, I screamed to all of the rage against the machine discography until I blew out my vocal chords and could only whisper for days... Now, that said, this may seem like an overreaction - which it was. But what I was really upset about didn’t hit me until later. And it’s the one thing that I hate talking about the most - my mother. Taryn, the chick, was a lot like my mother in behavior/psychology who (long story short) played the same twisted games and emotional water boarding with me as did she. I later learned that relations with her gave me a familiar buzz that I unknowingly craved to fill the gap my mother when she finally abandoned me (disowned and kicked my ass out on the street as a teen after all I did to protect her from her own death and much more), as a sort of masochist self pity or something. Looking at the things I care about more now and how much stronger I am - not to mention that I’m not clingy with girls at all anymore and, in fact, just about the opposite. I miss these days and hate these days rolled into one deliciously painfully scalding pretzel roll of longing and regret. I now need to actually do something else to distract myself from these memories because this is actually intense for me, no joke. Yet I’m glad I found that I still have more unresolved issues that need addressing. In conclusion, if you’re going to follow any of my work, I advise you to ensure is was written after 2018 before taking it seriously as mine (aside from Winter Rebellion and other ideas conceived pre-2018 but later redrafted). That’s when my real writing education developed, and most importantly, it was when the Multiman REALLY came together. One mind. One vessel. One union. Always and forevermore.
January 10, 2015 at 10:38pm
January 10, 2015 at 10:38pm
My stepbrother got a job at a car dealership, and he gets to drive these really nice and often new cars to different dealerships across the state. Now this isn't just a drive. He gets a special thrill out of it. I mean, these things are so powerful that they peel out. So, maybe I can write a story about a guy who has this kind of job (maybe I'll even model the character after my stepbrother), and he races with the cars and gambles and makes bets with them and even gets some nitro and maybe even some weapons modifications.
December 29, 2014 at 3:40am
December 29, 2014 at 3:40am
Maybe a kid whose father left him as a boy grows up to be a UFC fighter like his father was. Then, in the end he fights his father.
December 27, 2014 at 1:47am
December 27, 2014 at 1:47am
I wrote a draft of this one a while ago, but it wasn't very good, and I want to change up the story a little bit anyways. So, it's basically about an average junior high student who doesn't feel very special, and he feels like no one likes him. Finally, when he's supposed to do a speech in a school assembly, he chokes up and breaks down right in front of the whole school. He runs to the bathroom, and the next kid gets up for his speech. However, this next kid is the most popular kid in the school. Yet, the amazing part is that he stands up for Harold and says what a great guy he is and proposes that everyone helps throw a surprise party for him at his house. Harold is very surprised at how many people actually admire him. This was the original synopsis (brief). However, I want to add a little more of a timeline to it where he gets sexy and muscly. Therefore, it's kind of like a "look at me now!" kind of story, possibly directed at his bullies.
December 16, 2014 at 4:55pm
December 16, 2014 at 4:55pm
I have severe OCD that has caused me to actually harm myself. For example, I literally beat the crap out of myself in the shower until I bled in a effort to exorcise those obsessive, haunting "thoughts." However, much like the scene in Fight Club in which Tyler burns the narrator's hand, I have resorted back to masochism. Now, I'm not going crazy and burning anything, but I take the pain that I am feeling from it, and I let it charge me. I bring myself to the present, and I focus on the pain - the pain that the thoughts are actually causing me instead of the thoughts themselves. Every time I do this, I get super charged, and I feel good and alive. Yet I am so full of that energy that is all built up that I literally feel invincible and perhaps manic. I love it to death. Moreover, I seriously think that this would be a good short story: A guy who has struggled with mental illness his whole life, specifically OCD, uses that negative energy against itself - for him - so that he becomes invincible and does a ton of crazy but awesome stuff.
December 15, 2014 at 3:23am
December 15, 2014 at 3:23am
I'm thinking of changing the setting of my book or at least making another version with the change. Instead of future times (2040's), perhaps I can rewind to the 1830's to the 1880's starting in Merthyr Tidil, Wales where my ancestry lies. In fact, my recent great grandfather, John Martin, who is from this area is going to be a main character. In addition, Warren and Myron will both be his nephews. John Martin was pretty BA. He was a famous surgeon/doctor and child laborer who became famous for amputating limbs off of wounded miners, as iron ore mining was huge in that town at that time. His will make a pretty cool precursor involving The mines and the secret prison/work dungeon/mine/temple, Tartamasga. Then, after Myron sells off his brother to the Surplus syndicate (the owners o the prison), the story continues as normal but with more of a medieval tone as I had originally intended. After Warren eacapes, he migrates to America wih all the other poor miners, going by the name, Crimson Wrist. There, he sets up he Red Triune, which goes viral and eventually declares war upon his brother, Myron The Great, the Surplus King. Warren is the commander of the Serenethian (previously The Red Triune) army. Read the book to see the rest of the story and all the other twists and turns.
December 11, 2014 at 7:34pm
December 11, 2014 at 7:34pm
I believe that "The Null Field" is already a scientific thing, and, if not, it is already something in fiction. However, it inspires me to do a little bit of sci-fi work. So, what if there is an astronaut that gets stuck in some sort of point in space where all black holes send things. It's like the garbage dump of the universe. Maybe it could also be pretty trippy. For example: moons and planets with faces, giant tinker toy blocks, giant chocolates, etc.
December 10, 2014 at 12:27am
December 10, 2014 at 12:27am
My thinking has mostly been on Destroying Angel. Therefore, what if I make a story about a guy with a serious case of the One-Track Mind. He like literally can't talk to people. He stares at the wall and nearly wets himself and can barely eat because he's so in thought. However, his ideas solve serious problems in the world or create awesome inventions. Maybe he literally goes out of his body like a trip or a trance and has to go on an adventure to solve his problem in first person.
December 8, 2014 at 12:30pm
December 8, 2014 at 12:30pm
• Eventually, the government gets ahold of Angel when he is doing explosives research at college, and they think he is threat, but they recognize his talent. They say he either goes to jail, or he joins the EOD or helps them on some secret mission. Little did he know that they will betray him and lead him to be killed in Afghanistan, either intentionally or because they decide to abandon him for the mission. Or he and a bunch of other talented people are supposed to diffuse a city bomb, but it’s a setup to destroy these dangerous and talented minds. Angel is the only one who recognizes the trap by noticing that the bomb is rigged or has a government seal on a part or something, and he is the only one who survives because he ducks in cover, but he does get a shrapnel scar. Thus, he receives the Purple Heart from the good side of the government and gets free admission into a great school, but he’s still hunted or watched by the bad side of the government. He now seeks revenge on them and regularly places bombs in strategic spots. Not really to kill people unless he has to, according to his plot, which he obsesses about in insomnia. It’s mainly to cut off transportation points and supplies or something, and he has them all in remote access or secretive ways. They also take his tuition money or a bunch of his inheritance money or his father’s money or a public supply of money, so he wants it back, as we can see in the first scene. Eventually, he exposes the government and disarms numerous terrorists by maybe inventing a device to detect suicide bombers by radar or sonar or something to stop them, and he gets the nobel prize LIKE NOBEL for his work and saves tons of lives.
• Maybe the device he invents disarms the device from far away as well. Each train station or some important point has one of these, like a no-bomb zone (it immediately deactivates the explosive upon arrival to the zone.

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