I have completely freaked my shit out.

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Had, for me, an unusual occurrence last night.


2:45, woke up from a particularly vivid text nightmare (while having the nightmare, i was also reading it as if in a book - a sure sign that my writing muscles are getting in shape). mulled it over for a while, went to jot down an outline so i could recount it.

that done, i repaired back to bed, but the brain kept worrying over the denouement, which kept freaking me out (goosebumps, chills, hearing noises, the whole nine yards), so i trundled back downstairs (now 3:15) and proceeded to try and type it out quietly. i was more successful at the typing it out than the typing quietly (ooops, sorry, K *smacks forehead*), and an hour and a half and 1500 words later, i've got an IT-like freaky little short story on my hands.

and reading the end of it -still- creeps my shit out.

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nothing i've read of king, with the possible exception of some passages in IT and Cujo, freaked me out in the slightest. perhaps it was the intensity of the sensation in the dream, hearing the water gurgle and talk like that for myself that did it.

i could probably flesh out the descriptions and settings, and maybe do some dialogue here, but it's pretty much done as-is.

now that my writing muscles are getting back into shape, though, this may become more frequent. i just don't have longer works in me, typically (4500 words is the longest thing, other than my abuse of audi, that i've written in quite a while. if anyone wants that, i can email it in .doc format)