INQ/ Ok... So this is it? I know this will sound silly but you shouldn't be reading this if you know me on a first name basis it might cause you discomfort... Well if your eyes are still locked on then note that mention of this anywhere else will result in my denial.
TERMS=
VERSES OF THE HEART> poetry or short scripts I write to myself for future purpose.
MY SIGHT> visions of days to come (yes I'm serious it does happen).
A GOOD TOSS> a fight.
RIP/S> setback.
BEEF> conflict.
DIGIT> same as folk, oak, dude, person or human.
V.G> step old-man (cant all him the 'f' word its disturbing) that I currently reside with.
HER>I cannot disclose that on account of her eyes reading this but in later entries LT is another alias.
MY CRAVE> genuine company.
This format should be easy enough to crack.
+GENERAL STATUS
+HOUSE AFFAIRS
+OTHER STUFF
+THEN MORE OF A CLEAN MONOLOGUE
INQ\over and out!!!
LQ|2
Thu 28 Oct 2010
¤General Status (G.S)>>
I'm fine for now, I was on the verge of a relapse earlier on but the threat is over for now. Generally the first few days were hazy then got rough: I failed to uphold LQ for longer then foreseen, nevertheless it got easier after one too many RIPS; especially after the misconception that SHE was in mortal peril. All I remember is walking at a rapid pace praying, wishing and hoping all was well while questioning my motion or reason for my unplanned journey, ok so I hadn't had sufficient contact with HER but somehow I felt the need to suppress my worry over HER by seeing for my self that all was well with HER, perhaps it would be easier if I off-loaded this part of my acute affection. No digit has my marks or a glimpse of my vantage so I dont expect FOLK to understand this here monologue.
¤On house affairs (H.A):
you can guesse it just gets better as you read my folks have serious BEEF with lil'bro and it's just not pretty, some of the times I feels like[yep 'I feels like'] grabbin a whip and lashing all three of 'em for some sense but I'm still under their roof... They make me sick or uneasy at the most. I might not like this world much but atleast I've long since discovered my reason for a smile, now all I must do is acquire the means and hopefully I wont be too late for...
Anyway on other stuff (O.S)>>
my book's going well in terms of content [SiX] link: www.wattpad.com/666226-six-by-inqmaster
I know what to write where to put it and how to savour it but I haven't had feedback except for a single reader's comment that lifted my spirits for a while. I hope FOLK get a minute or three maybe five to read it as I work on writting other original works. This is a relatively short entry but I'm doing well enough to type this so I'd say GOD has my back on this one; I got the shivers again and the spirits/rouge souls/ demons or what ever they were dont visit me no more... Perhaps they finally got the message or they found another way in... I'll stay plugged in though and make sure they cant use me for anything...
AMEN
Friday, 29 October 2010
Sunday, 17 October 2010
LQ (1st one)
This is my 1st entry so it'll go a bit fuzzy at but better as time goes.
But for now I'd like to introduce SiX: my thriller novel/story book from
www.wattpad.com/666226-six-by-inqmaster
I need some guidance as to how it is perceived in terms of content: when I began writing this story I started with what is now VERSE 3, the problem was the story had many unsolved aspects for readers so I decided to create a stable begining for the character with VERSE 1 but it didnt come like I'd hoped so I'm hoping perhaps some useful insight might aid my form of writting especialy with the later works I'll produce
ￂﾧSiX:verse 1-perception-
The problem with perception is it almost always differs in dimension: what I see as a great mind the average person sees as a psychotic force in possession of a fractured soul. I'm alone but not for long, my time will follow soon; grace to the Powers that be I'm to join them shortly... (plick) grenade
§96 years earlier§
"I'll lay you out cold, I will. Dnt never play upon me ye horrid scaly evil!" screamed the old man, he wasn't even my real old man just a step-father I had no use for; he was one to always misinformed and wrongfuly accuse: like the many simple minds he was unguarded & vulnerable. Treated me like an oddity he did, a freak of rarity but I held myself obedient always 'twas to be expected of me to respect my elders and the common person.
"If ye ever, go disrespecting me again I'll be the end of you I will, ye hear me!" he screamed from the kitchen. I kept my eyes to the floor. " yes father" I replied while slowly lifting my head eyeing him finally and seeing the displeasure on his face: it didnt worry me since I'd long since anticipated this way of life: when mother returned he would be at ease. At times I wondered how long it would take before this world was no more evidently man was not conscious of misconduct; of the shameful sin that flooded this earth. One night I woke to the sound of struggle just outside the yard to see a stranger fighting in vain: getting butchered by three odd looking silhouettes, the next day I walked past the scene and discovered the victim: an old lady of great age judgeing from the wizend bloody face that lay with neck twisted in an unfamiliar angle. She must've been a fighter I gathered since she had not attempted to scream during the tragedy.
"son you best stay away from that, its a crime scene you know" a voice from behind called out as an officer gently tugged me away. I looked into her still dazed eyes for a last glimpse of the inevitable end. A few days later I'd decided to apply an idea that occured to me in my early stages of study: APPLICATION>SiX and if I was ever to take matters in my hands and succeed it would have to be soon. I decided then and there home would be my last target as I savoured the last moments of my shower before I walked out towards the mirror. Presently I hoped to meet one to cross fists with: someone as rare as I. Splashing my face with cold water from the basin the notion of enhancement appealed to me but the means with wich to acquire a discrete set worried me: with only the blade I had made four years ago although a uniquely powerful one it would not carry me through: I was sure to encounter difficult situations in days to come, but I was ready... after all planning a destination is easy; getting there is the hard part. Carefully sliding my fingers over the blade I could feel the essence of my being evaporate but heighten in density somehow and like the many times before I felt a rush of adrenalin fill up in me as I got ready to leave home.
Sliding it back in its sheath I had never been so sure so I suited up in an outfit I'd planned for a special occasion: dark black jeans with a simple square buckle belt and a grey T-shirt that fit just perfect, black long trench coat to top it all off; packed my inventory in a sling bag that I could hang over my hips for quick access to it. With my whole in unison and my inventory in place I left...
18th str was where I could make use of transportation at such short notice, there was always a bus every 3hours; it didnt matter where I was headed just as long as it was away from my starting point, I figured I could catch a cab then catch a train get a lift that could take me as far as possible.
"life's a bustard, its so unfair" I heard a group of teens say at the bus stop. They were somewhat correct in their statement: life had its fare share of malady to give out but it was all linked, we were all part of a nexus ergo balance is achieved but the scales had been out of order for a while thus making intervention necessary.
"I'mo kill that bitch man. I cnt believe she screwed me over with that bag of bones" I heard a pair casually speak. I looked at the then grimly in my head I saw their genitals erupt from a sudden explosion from mid-section: I never did like people especially woman bashers, there was possibility that he was not the type so I relaxed
But for now I'd like to introduce SiX: my thriller novel/story book from
www.wattpad.com/666226-six-by-inqmaster
I need some guidance as to how it is perceived in terms of content: when I began writing this story I started with what is now VERSE 3, the problem was the story had many unsolved aspects for readers so I decided to create a stable begining for the character with VERSE 1 but it didnt come like I'd hoped so I'm hoping perhaps some useful insight might aid my form of writting especialy with the later works I'll produce
ￂﾧSiX:verse 1-perception-
The problem with perception is it almost always differs in dimension: what I see as a great mind the average person sees as a psychotic force in possession of a fractured soul. I'm alone but not for long, my time will follow soon; grace to the Powers that be I'm to join them shortly... (plick) grenade
§96 years earlier§
"I'll lay you out cold, I will. Dnt never play upon me ye horrid scaly evil!" screamed the old man, he wasn't even my real old man just a step-father I had no use for; he was one to always misinformed and wrongfuly accuse: like the many simple minds he was unguarded & vulnerable. Treated me like an oddity he did, a freak of rarity but I held myself obedient always 'twas to be expected of me to respect my elders and the common person.
"If ye ever, go disrespecting me again I'll be the end of you I will, ye hear me!" he screamed from the kitchen. I kept my eyes to the floor. " yes father" I replied while slowly lifting my head eyeing him finally and seeing the displeasure on his face: it didnt worry me since I'd long since anticipated this way of life: when mother returned he would be at ease. At times I wondered how long it would take before this world was no more evidently man was not conscious of misconduct; of the shameful sin that flooded this earth. One night I woke to the sound of struggle just outside the yard to see a stranger fighting in vain: getting butchered by three odd looking silhouettes, the next day I walked past the scene and discovered the victim: an old lady of great age judgeing from the wizend bloody face that lay with neck twisted in an unfamiliar angle. She must've been a fighter I gathered since she had not attempted to scream during the tragedy.
"son you best stay away from that, its a crime scene you know" a voice from behind called out as an officer gently tugged me away. I looked into her still dazed eyes for a last glimpse of the inevitable end. A few days later I'd decided to apply an idea that occured to me in my early stages of study: APPLICATION>SiX and if I was ever to take matters in my hands and succeed it would have to be soon. I decided then and there home would be my last target as I savoured the last moments of my shower before I walked out towards the mirror. Presently I hoped to meet one to cross fists with: someone as rare as I. Splashing my face with cold water from the basin the notion of enhancement appealed to me but the means with wich to acquire a discrete set worried me: with only the blade I had made four years ago although a uniquely powerful one it would not carry me through: I was sure to encounter difficult situations in days to come, but I was ready... after all planning a destination is easy; getting there is the hard part. Carefully sliding my fingers over the blade I could feel the essence of my being evaporate but heighten in density somehow and like the many times before I felt a rush of adrenalin fill up in me as I got ready to leave home.
Sliding it back in its sheath I had never been so sure so I suited up in an outfit I'd planned for a special occasion: dark black jeans with a simple square buckle belt and a grey T-shirt that fit just perfect, black long trench coat to top it all off; packed my inventory in a sling bag that I could hang over my hips for quick access to it. With my whole in unison and my inventory in place I left...
18th str was where I could make use of transportation at such short notice, there was always a bus every 3hours; it didnt matter where I was headed just as long as it was away from my starting point, I figured I could catch a cab then catch a train get a lift that could take me as far as possible.
"life's a bustard, its so unfair" I heard a group of teens say at the bus stop. They were somewhat correct in their statement: life had its fare share of malady to give out but it was all linked, we were all part of a nexus ergo balance is achieved but the scales had been out of order for a while thus making intervention necessary.
"I'mo kill that bitch man. I cnt believe she screwed me over with that bag of bones" I heard a pair casually speak. I looked at the then grimly in my head I saw their genitals erupt from a sudden explosion from mid-section: I never did like people especially woman bashers, there was possibility that he was not the type so I relaxed
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