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TheAutocrat
"Each man's hell is in a different place Mine is just up and behind my ruined face." - Charles Bukowski

Age 35, Male

I don't know.

gville, SC

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Posted by TheAutocrat - July 20th, 2009


I'm pretty excited about it. I just posted my entry, which turned out alot better than what I thought.
heres the forum thread for the contest
Heres the talk thread for the contest
And heres my story, if you dont really wanna go to the thread.

The night was especially still that evening. I had never recalled the surroundings to be so tranquil on my routine walks as it was then. I remember thinking that the fields had frozen even though the weather was fair. As I strolled down my usual path, I remember getting the strange feeling of being stared at. All I could do is shrug it off, not to let my imagination get the best of me. At the time, there were these hills nearly a mile from my house. I always knew I was getting close to home when I came across these hills. Flowers grew all over them, making them such a pleasure to look at. All of the vibrant colors swaying in the occasional breeze, definitely a highlight of my walks.
But on that night, there were no flowers. They had all disappeared. I found this very strange; I remember when I had left I picked one small red flower. My wonderment sent a chill down my spine that forced me to shiver. All I could do is look away from the hills and continue my walk. I picked up my pace; I admit, I was a bit frightened.
My steady pace and constant thought about the flowers had taken my mind off of what I was doing, so I looked up to see where I was and just as my eyes had met the horizon, I noticed there was something unfamiliar to me.
I glanced over at the figure, and what I saw startled me a bit. A small boy in homely attire had been staring at me with a staid face. He looked as if I had frightened him, so I waved and smiled at him. He made no attempt to wave back or even say hello, so I moved on.
As I left the child behind, my mind went on a rampage with curiosity. I don't remember having any neighbors very close to me, and the neighbor I did have was too old to have any small children. Another chill raced down my back, and my heart began to beat faster inside my chest. Again, I was frightened at the strange things I had seen. I have never in my life imagined me, a grown man, being scared by a small boy. But this was beginning to become too eerie.
I finally worked up enough courage to look back behind me and I saw only the hills. The child must have run off. My thoughts slowed down and I felt bad for feeling scared for myself. The poor child must have been lost, I had thought. I took a breath and turned to move forward to home.
I nearly choked when I looked ahead. There was another child. A little girl, her clothes were gray and she had long blond hair. She held a single red flower in her hand and she looked at me with a smile. By this time, I didn't know how to reply. I knodded at her and grinned nervously, and before I could stop myself, I heard my voice. "Hi there, little one." With that, her smile faded and her expression resembled that of the little boy. She dropped the flower and slowly retreated further away from me. I reverted my eyes back to the ground in front of me and moved my feet once again.
I managed to focus more on getting home instead of the odd happenings I had witnessed on my journey. The walk became exhausting for me, as it seemed I had been walking for quite some time. I stopped mid-step and looked around. I was surrounded by the hills and the dirt path I usually walk was right beneath my feet and stretched out across what seemed to be forever. I looked behind me and saw only the same thing. The starry sky peered down on me and I felt lost in a place so familiar to me.
I trekked, still, ahead of me thinking it must just be my mind. I must be a bit vexed from seeing these children, making it seem I have been walking for miles. I picked up my pace again, and I was hoping to see the lantern in my window soon. I didn't pick my eyes up from the ground; I had been spooked enough as it was.
Some kind of morbid curiosity rose up inside of me. I wanted to look. I wanted to see the children. I wanted to see if they were following me. I wanted to be sure they were gone. My steps were heavier, and my heart was steady pounding in my chest. I found myself slowly, so very slowly, raising my head to the hills. Before my eyes could reach anywhere near the hills, the wind suddenly began to blow. Dust was blown directly in my eyes and I blinked tight to clear the dirt. I had not stopped walking, and I raised my hand to my face to rub the residue from my face and eye. When my vision was clear, and my eyes stopped burning I opened my eyes. I stopped my walking completely and felt a rush of fear sweep my breath from my lungs.
The hills were not empty. There were children standing everywhere. All with a blank expression or the look of quiet fear washing their little faces completely of what a normal child should wear upon their face. My breathing was heavy and fast, and the little boys and little girls all stood somber on the hills. I could feel their eyes on me. I didn't try to hide the fright this time; I began lifting my legs in a sprint following this same path. I felt as if I ran forever.
I looked ahead and around, stumbling every few heavy steps. The hills were dotted with these children; so sullen, so eerie. I felt my body slowing down, and still I had seen no sign of my house or even any other sign of life around me. Accept for all these children.
When my breathing became painful, and my legs were beginning to argue with me, I dropped to the brown path beneath me. I didn't feel it when I hit the ground; all I could do is roll on my back and stair at the heavens. The stars were gone, and the win picked up. My body became cold as the air hit the sweat on my arms and legs. My chest pounded and I felt as if I could black out. I blinked a bit of sweat from my eye, and saw that the children had began walking towards me. I could not move fast enough, as my body refused to cooperate with me.
Before my eyes closed, before my consciousness left me, I saw the children. They made a tight circle around me; there were hundreds of them. I closed my eyes and could think no more.

Song that accompanies the story.


Posted by TheAutocrat - July 9th, 2009


Yeah. I'm bored and I put pandora.com on... and heard a band called Man Man. They're pretty good. Pretty weird. But I like weird.

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Posted by TheAutocrat - June 30th, 2009


Idk why i like it. But i do. You should watch the first season to get a better understanding of how it works. Also, its all on youtube. Monkey Dust

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Posted by TheAutocrat - June 24th, 2009


Sweet. We got an art portal now. I think it's an awesome idea... I hope it sorts out the good, original art from the shitty Naruto fanart or stupid furry anime bullshit. Here's to my hopes!

Hurrah.

Now, bring on the lit portal please.


Posted by TheAutocrat - May 11th, 2009


To a collab. It's nice.
The collab came through pretty well. I wish I coulda spent more time on my piece. And yes... that is a part of one of my dreams... and in that dream, I am not the one tied up...

Theres alot more to that dream of course....
I have a lot of dreams like this...

But enough of that. Look at the collab. Say what you think. Speak your mind.
If you don't, then what are you really saying?


Posted by TheAutocrat - May 10th, 2009


A news post. I am hungry.

And now...
A really catchy song.
Just click on that play button and prepare to have a song stuck in your head.

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Posted by TheAutocrat - May 1st, 2009


Take the time to let you all know... each and every one....
That I love you.

All of you.

/lies


Posted by TheAutocrat - April 30th, 2009


Happy Pico day everyone.
Even though I've never submitted anything that has anything related to Pico.... or any of the orginal NG characters for that matter.

Anyways... I'm looking forward to seeing all the good submissions.
Not the crap though. Never the crap.


Posted by TheAutocrat - April 26th, 2009


Can ya tell me about this literature portal? When's it coming?
How does it work?

I write a lot and I'm just wondering about this...


Posted by TheAutocrat - April 24th, 2009


I don't know what I should post, but I think I should post something.

So here's a video of what seems to be a really stupid movie.

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