Hello there, and welcome to Slender Nation. Before you begin posting, we require that you read our rules so that you understand what standards are required of you during your stay here. Thank you, and have a good day.

-The Slender Nation Staff



 
HomepageHomeCalendarFAQSearchMemberlistUsergroupsRegisterLog in

Trial of Leaves: Justin
TribeTwelve: Bridge to Nowhere
Dark Harvest: Log Entry #33
Joined a Slender Nation House yet? Click the colored parts of the shield on the right to see the Houses!

Share | 
 

 Sell me on the Fears

View previous topic View next topic Go down 
Go to page : 1, 2  Next
AuthorMessage
zero
Stalked


Posts : 320
Current Win Points : 115
Join date : 2010-12-25

PostSubject: Sell me on the Fears   Fri Oct 21, 2011 8:03 pm

I've thought the Fears are novel concepts, but I just can't relate to some of these fears. What merit is there in an EAT blog, or a Wooden Girl blog?

What taps the fear part of your brain, to have a reader experience horror? Slendy is the unknown, the uncanny valley, we can get that, it's a distinct part of being human, to see something off instinctively tells you that it's probably diseased or dangerous, that's how our minds work. This is why we have a reaction to snakes, spiders and plague. It's all a part of keeping ourselves healthy.

but how can you get the same level of fear from Control, or Alienation?

Time to give zero a damn good paragraph about your Fears and put me in the shoes of one stalked by a Fear.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
alliterator
Observer


Posts : 165
Current Win Points : 39
Join date : 2011-03-07
Age : 30

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Fri Oct 21, 2011 9:14 pm

The Cold Boy

The man runs in the rain, hoping against hope that he can make it home without getting soaking wet. But no: the torrent of rain manages to drench him after only a minute. If he had a ride home, this wouldn't have happened, but he had never been able to make friends well and certainly not at the workplace.

The man stops at a red light and waits, wishing he had not forgotten his umbrella, when he hears the sound. It sounds like laughter. He turns, but there's nobody around, nobody near that could be laughing. The light turns green and he starts on his walk again.

At the next light, he hears a giggle. The hairs on the back of his neck rise. The light after that, he hears footsteps skipping behind him, but again there is nobody, just the rain. He starts ignoring the red lights, rushing past them in an attempt to get back to his apartment.

Finally, he reaches his building and punches in the code, opening the door. He fumbles with his keys, but manages to get into his apartment. But his apartment, which should be warm and toasty, is instead achingly cold. He hears another giggle and then a voice, soft, like wind through a broken bottle, starts to sing: "Doctor Foster went to Gloster, in a shower of rain. He stepped in a puddle, right up to his middle, and never came out again."

The man turns back to the door, but the doorknob is so cold it hurts to touch it. The man backs away from the door, then hears another laugh that makes his blood run cold. He turns and sees: there is a boy standing in the middle of the room. The boy looks no older than nine or ten, but when the man tries to focus on his face, it looks strange, distorted, like an overexposed image. "Doctor Foster went to Gloster to try and escape the rain." The boy smiled and his teeth looked like icicles.

The man can feel his heart beating in his chest, the beats slowing down. He can feel the cold climbing in his veins. The last thing he hears before the cold overtakes him is the boy singing, "He tried to be bold, but he caught a cold, and was never seen again."


(I'll be back later to sell you some other Fears. Lizard Bite could sell a lot of them well - he's good at that.)
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Seann
Anxious


Posts : 61
Current Win Points : 31
Join date : 2011-03-11

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Fri Oct 21, 2011 9:46 pm

alliterator wrote:

(I'll be back later to sell you some other Fears. Lizard Bite could sell a lot of them well - he's good at that.)

Thanks for the pressure. Razz


OK.... you mentioned the Wooden Girl, so I guess I'll do something about her.

I keep having these dreams. Night after night after night... It's gotten to the point where I'm afraid to sleep. I drink as much coffee as I can and I pop in a DVD and watch these movies, trying to stay awake, but soon enough I feel my eyelids fall and I feel myself slipping away.

The dreams began simply enough. I was walking around my apartment. Sometimes I'd sit down for a moment, and then I'd walk again. You know how, when you dream, you don't really think about what you do? You just do it and then later, when you wake up, you realize how strange your actions were? It was like that. I didn't think about walking or sitting or anything. I just did them.

Each night my actions in my dreams became more complex. I would jump and I would crawl around on the floor... I remember one night, I turned on the faucet on the kitchen sink, and I set to 'Hot', and I stuck my hand in the stream. Pain soon flooded through it, and I desperately wanted to jerk my hand away and set it against something cold, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. No matter how desperately I willed for my hand to move, it refused to obey me.

The dreams became more painful. Once I found myself unable to blink. I lay on my couch with my eyes wide open and soon they stung and I couldn't see through all the tears forming and I just couldn't blink. One night I stepped outside my apartment and walked down the street. I can still remember the feel of the cold pavement under my bare feet. The chill of the wind against my skin. How my body shivered under clothes too light and too thin for the weather. Suddenly I felt myself fall forward, as if forced down, and my knee scraped against the curb. I looked down at the torn flesh and I felt the stinging pain and the warmth of my blood oozing out and sliding down my skin.

When I woke up that morning, my knee was scraped.

I thought I was sleep walking. I became afraid of what I might do. That's when I started trying to avoid sleep. I did whatever I could to stay awake. Anything to avoid another dream.

The first night I tried to stay awake, well... the last thing I remembered was seeing a woman outside my window. She was wearing a red dress of some sort, and there was something off about her hair. It was too thick. And her skin was wrong, like it was covered in some kind of rash. A brown, ugly rash.

After I saw her, darkness took me, and I had another dream. This time I walked down to some woman's house. I'd never met her. An old lady. Lived alone. I just stood outside her window all night, shivering in the cold, watching her sleep.

It was like that for the next week, though I didn't see that weird woman again. I'd sleepwalk down to the old lady's house and watch her. Night after night. It began to become a routine thing for me. I started to expect it.

Last night I saw the woman with the rash a second time. Just like before, she was outside my window. Only this time I saw that face. Oh God, that face! Her eyes, so completely round, so completely white, with perfectly round, perfectly black pupils and no irises. Her smile impossibly wide with impossibly big, impossibly square teeth. Her nose jutting forth like a spear.

I fell into sleep, and I walked down to the old lady's house. I broke through her window, climbed into her bedroom. I remember bending down and picking up one of the shards of glass. I remember how cold it felt in my palm, and I remember how carefully my fingers held it to keep from being cut to pieces. I remember walking to the old lady's bed, just was beginning to stir. I remember how her eyes opened and how terrified they seemed when she looked at me. I remember driving the glass into her throat, how there was some resistance at first, and then suddenly it all vanished, and the point of the shard fell forward completely.

I woke up in my own bed, still holding a bloody piece of glass.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
zero
Stalked


Posts : 320
Current Win Points : 115
Join date : 2010-12-25

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Fri Oct 21, 2011 11:16 pm

very nice, I am starting to respect these ideas a bit more, that one for the wooden girl could actually work in a concept I have
Back to top Go down
View user profile
proxiehunter
Anxious


Posts : 75
Current Win Points : 26
Join date : 2011-10-16

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Fri Oct 21, 2011 11:54 pm

zero wrote:
I've thought the Fears are novel concepts, but I just can't relate to some of these fears. What merit is there in an EAT blog, or a Wooden Girl blog?

What taps the fear part of your brain, to have a reader experience horror? Slendy is the unknown, the uncanny valley, we can get that, it's a distinct part of being human, to see something off instinctively tells you that it's probably diseased or dangerous, that's how our minds work. This is why we have a reaction to snakes, spiders and plague. It's all a part of keeping ourselves healthy.

but how can you get the same level of fear from Control, or Alienation?

Time to give zero a damn good paragraph about your Fears and put me in the shoes of one stalked by a Fear.

I'm going to spoiler text this because it's coming up around Thanksgiving in my blog. It may see some revision between now and then and is not the entire entry. Don't read this if you don't want one of the big scenes of To Light a Candle spoiled before I post it to the blog. I'm hoping that it gives a good example of how the Wooden Girl can be frighting. One thing that I'm not going to spoiler box because I'm sure my alert readers have already figured out is that the real name of the girl Jcarlson has been referring to as "Jennifer" is in fact Janice. For those who haven't been reading my blog yet it involves Candle Cove as well as the Wooden Girl and in the new episodes Pirate Percy has been looking for a missing Janice. Someone with the ID Pirate Percy has even been posting to the blog. Currently Jcarlson believes this poster to be a troll, but the spoiler boxed text below is where this changes. Percy has sent him a rough cut of a yet to be aired episode showing how he finds Janice and takes her back to the Laughingstock so she can adventure with him. Jcarlson, the main character of the blog, is a third grade teacher and Jennifer/Janice is one of his students.

Spoiler:
 


There's going to be a bit more before and after but that's the bit that I think (in addition to a bit of uncanny valley and body horror) focuses on the creepiness of ones body acting under the control of another. I might add some more details before it goes live like Percy's limbs shaking as he tries to fight the control.

Keep in mind that at the point this comes into the story the narrator has not yet attracted the Wooden Girl's attention. That comes later as he tries to rescue poor Janice.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
alliterator
Observer


Posts : 165
Current Win Points : 39
Join date : 2011-03-07
Age : 30

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Sat Oct 22, 2011 12:25 am

zero, you also asked about EAT (or the Ichor). I've barely written anything about the Fear, but Djay made some very good creepypastas about it: The Package, Wet Dreams, and The Odd Patient.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
proxiehunter
Anxious


Posts : 75
Current Win Points : 26
Join date : 2011-10-16

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Sat Oct 22, 2011 1:02 am

alliterator wrote:
zero, you also asked about EAT (or the Ichor). I've barely written anything about the Fear, but Djay made some very good creepypastas about it:(links snipped so I can quote the post).

And that doesn't even take into account his blog, Jordan Eats, which has in my opinion managed to be very creepy.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Wintermarch
Observer


Posts : 152
Current Win Points : 64
Join date : 2011-07-27
Age : 39
Location : Fort Collins, Colorado

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Sat Oct 22, 2011 1:23 am

I think any of the Fears can be genuinely scary if done right. It depends on how they're written.

The Convocation unnerves the shit out of me, personally. EAT and the Cold Boy can both be creepy too. Slendy rules over all, though.

And we all know I have a soft spot for the Rake.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
alliterator
Observer


Posts : 165
Current Win Points : 39
Join date : 2011-03-07
Age : 30

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Sat Oct 22, 2011 1:38 am

Here are two creepypastas about the Convocation. And the most recent Fear, the Smiling Man, is from a very awesome independent blog that was recently integrated into the Fear Mythos.

But I think Wintermarch is right -- all of the Fears can be scary if done right. An author can interpret each Fear differently, just like Slendy. One of my favorite Fears is the Blind Man and my favorite appearance of his is from Closest to the Sun where he is creepy as all hell:
Quote :
I'd like to say that I turned and there he was. That's how it happens in films. No; I turned, and took a step. Then turned again; and that was where he was. A dirty brown long-coat, dragging across the floor. A hunched back; clothes which were more dirt then true clothes. Grey hair, which fell in a way that looked too deliberate. And then, there was his face.

His lips were cracked; they looked almost the same as his skin, except for the firm line between them. A small nose. His skin was drawn tight, and yet loose; quite indescribable. And then there were his eyes, or lack thereof; two dark holes from which no light escaped. Like drilled holes in wood, these two inhuman 'eyes' simply bored into that hideous face. No eyes could ever have graced such a monstrosity. I looked into them, and felt myself staring into an abyss which stared back into me.

My memory returned. This was the being I had met -- this was Memoria. I knew exactly what it was, so I took my gun, readied and aimed. Bang, bang. Two, right between the twin black holes. That's what I remember. Then I blinked.

My gun was not in my hand. I don't recall having moved at all, but my weapon was at Memoria's feet. I looked from the gun to his face; no holes. But then I looked into the mouth. The rotting, yellow, decayed teeth -- that twisted, distorted face, contorting into a smug grin.

Closest to the Sun also had a very awesome interpretation of the Empty City that I love to quote:
Quote :
This place is... broken. It is a land of twisted time and distorted sky -- the space between the tick and the tock. Space itself snaps and falls into an endless, neverending abyss from which there is no recovery. You could walk with eyes closed and never touch walls; it is only in the viewing of walls that there are walls at all. You walk two steps forward and one step back; you walk into a wall. Rhyme and reason are destroyed, leaving only trial and error. I am caught in the stomach of the leviathan.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
proxiehunter
Anxious


Posts : 75
Current Win Points : 26
Join date : 2011-10-16

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Sat Oct 22, 2011 2:50 pm

alliterator wrote:
But I think Wintermarch is right -- all of the Fears can be scary if done right.

Take what I used to think of as the least scary of the Fears. The Nightlanders. People of living shadow that like order and rearrange their surroundings. Sounds terrifying doesn't it? How about when you see them decided that someone's brain is to chaotic for them and they decide to "fix" it?
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Romrapaara
Untainted


Posts : 2
Current Win Points : 0
Join date : 2011-10-18
Age : 26

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Sat Oct 22, 2011 8:57 pm

Hello! Welcome to my first post here:

Alright, I'm in no way as talented as the above posters, and I've been doing this for a much shorter time too. So in no way am I going to do justice to The Plague Doctor

"Sorry, I forgot we were dressing up for this session." I plopped down on the couch beside William and rubbed my tired eyes. Honestly, we weren't such huge nerds that we dressed up to play D&D every session, today was just our special Halloween game. We'd mourned the fact that we were too old for Trick-or-Treating, so this seemed like the next best thing.

"I'm going to head upstairs and change quick, okay?" Will wasn't answering. I don't think he could, not with that beak. "It's a cool costume," it freaked me right the heck out, "But maybe the full face thing is a little impracticable, you know? Geo's bringing pizza." What was he supposed to be anyway? A dapper bird? I reached up to pat him on the shoulder, but couldn't force myself to make contact. "Right, be down in a second..."

I headed upstairs, listening to the stomping of my own feet. I swear, I have the weirdest roommate. I opened the door to my room and began searching frantically for a costume.

I finished up in time to hear the delicate girly knocking coming from our front door. "Open!" I screamed at it. I staggered out into the hallway, feeling a little lightheaded with the effort of the yell. Will's room was still blasting the spooky Halloween sounds he'd been researching. Molly, our mutt, was adding her own sounds, whining and scratching at Will's door. I leaned against it, not liking the way I could hear her wheeze through the closed door. "Don't worry, Pup-pup," I cooed, "Once all the chocolate is gone, we can let you back out."

"Oooopeeen," I called to the door again. The knocking had stopped, but no one had come in. I pulled open the door aaaaaaand...

I was promptly attacked by a shadow creature. Don't worry, she was a cuddly shadow creature.

"Went with Shadar Kai, huh?" I wrapped my arms tight around my girlfriend and kissed her on her pale forehead. Geo, her brother (dressed today as a VW bus, instead of my inspired '92 Geo Storm idea) pushed past us with his arms full of pizza. Following him again was Will. Honestly? His costume was just making me mad now.

"What are you supposed to be anyway?" Amy looked up at me, smearing her makeup on my shirt. "Confusion," I answered, proud of this one. "You look like a pirate zombie," her brother offered helpfully. We headed down the stairs, a somber foursome heading into battle. I felt something warm spreading across my shirt.

"What the...?" I touched my hand to my nose and it came back bright red. The siblings looked at me in confusion. "Is that not part of you costume?" Amy asked, pulling away from me a little. I looked at my hand, dumbfounded, even under the bright red blood, it almost looked... green. Black and green. I stumbled down the stairs and into the bathroom. Amy, Geo. and Will crowded around the bathroom door. I could see the spot where I kissed Amy starting to turn. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.

I pushed past them, Will's mask seeming to smile at me. Will, who had been planning to come as a Hooter's Girl. Will who couldn't go five minutes without saying something stupid, who would already be getting into the pizza. "Who...?" The siblings looked confused, then followed my gaze.

They hadn't seen him. They do now. I left a trail of blood as I ran up to look in Will's room. Molly was blocking the door, the fur I'd combed lovingly yesterday was matted with blood. Her own, and Will's evidently. He'd died at his computer, a page open to PLAGUE DOCTORS. No... to one PLAGUE DOCTOR. To HIM.

Amy, Geo, and I hugged each other as we waited for the end. HE stood over us, the mask looking happier as the room grew darker. I held Amy when she slipped away, her broken body wracked by whatever it was HE had given us. I decided not to fight after she left. I embraced the DOCTOR and followed my beautiful shadow creature into Nirvana.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
alliterator
Observer


Posts : 165
Current Win Points : 39
Join date : 2011-03-07
Age : 30

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Sat Oct 22, 2011 9:18 pm

Whoa. Nice one.

By the way, can I upload these as creepypastas? They are great short stories.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Romrapaara
Untainted


Posts : 2
Current Win Points : 0
Join date : 2011-10-18
Age : 26

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Sat Oct 22, 2011 10:32 pm

Sure, is there a place for Fearpasta?
Back to top Go down
View user profile
The Visitor
Untainted


Posts : 14
Current Win Points : 1
Join date : 2011-03-10

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Sun Oct 23, 2011 12:02 am

I'd had it.

The message had been sent - I wouldn't have anything to do with that man any longer. I was sick and tired to tending to him, money be damned. This last trip was for closure, nothing more. Despite the frustration with the old geezer that had welled up inside me I still wouldn't be comfortable with leaving him alone without so much as a goodbye.

The door opened with a creak, welcoming me to the dusty old home. It was tucked into the corner of a suburban neighbourhood, with neatly trimmed grass and flowers in full bloom. As always, there Toby was, staring at his frayed old copy of Peter Pan. He wasn't really reading it, of course, that was beyond him.

"Mummy?" he asked softly, raising a shaky hand to push what little wispy white hair he had left out of his eyes.

"No, Toby, it's Jen."

"Hello, Jen," he replied. Just like clockwork. He shifted in his wheelchair, closing his book and placing it on his bedside table to greet his crayons, which were perfectly sorted to match the electromagnetic spectrum.

"Is breakfast ready, Jenny?" he asked. "After, can we play?"

"No, Toby, we can't play," I replied, trying not to hiss. I try not to look at the toys, which were equally arranged. I gulped, and the thought crossed my mind of confronting him. He'd been living a lie, I knew it. In my six months as caretaker for him, I had never once gardened or trimmed the grass. I had never arranged anything of his, of course I cleaned up after myself, but not like this. The toys in his room were neatly stacked on top of one another, all of the nutcrackers and figurines on top of shelves where he could never reach. The model armies were even in perfect formation.

"Why not?" Toby asked, disappointed. He reached down to one of his wheels, giving a half-hearted attempt at pushing himself forward. "You're my babysitter, Jenny, you have to."

My eyes widened. He sounded... frightened.

"Please, please play with me," he pleaded.

"I can't, Toby. I'm not your babysitter anymore, there will be someone new coming in tomorrow."

My left index finger then split evenly in two, the bone splintering and falling to the ground to meet a pool of blood. The sheer shock of it kept me silent for a moment. Toby's eyes widened, the child in them vanishing. When he spoke he sounded so, so old.

"Please, please no, don't hurt her, she's done her duty, let her go--"

I started screaming as the shadows of the room lengthened and twisted into humanoid forms, but I was silenced as at least twelve flat, black - I don't even know how they moved past the walls and still stayed flat - stabbed forwards into my face, pinning me against the wall and choking me.

"Jen, please, just stay, I've been trapped here so long as a child, I don't..."

Then they punished him, snapping forward with the same impossible contortions, creating deep gashes in what was left of his stubby and bandaged legs. For a moment we were all silent, and then one of them, the Nightlanders, stepped forth from the wall and grabbed Peter Pan off of the table. It placed it into Toby's quivering hands.

I haven't left the house since. I'm Toby's caretaker, it's my duty. In an orderly world, everyone must have a duty.


Last edited by The Visitor on Sun Oct 23, 2011 5:17 pm; edited 1 time in total
Back to top Go down
View user profile
alliterator
Observer


Posts : 165
Current Win Points : 39
Join date : 2011-03-07
Age : 30

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Sun Oct 23, 2011 1:20 am

Quote :
Sure, is there a place for Fearpasta?
Here.

Holy crap, Visitor, that was terrifying.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
FreedomCaged
Observer


Posts : 169
Current Win Points : 116
Join date : 2011-10-19
Age : 23
Location : USA

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Sun Oct 23, 2011 5:58 pm

I'm really loving all of these stories, that last one was espically good. However, I'm haveing trouble seeing most of these as anything that could be expanded into the blog universe very well. Slender Man works because his nature is stalking people, there could be years of build up before he strikes to kill, the Wooden Girl works because she doesn't kill you, she just forces her will on you. But these other Fears can't work in the long term because when they choose a victim, he doesn't last long. Things like the Cold Boy and the Plauge Doctor don't seem like they could let you live very long, they might make amazing short stories, or even novels or movies, but I can't see them working with the real time nature oof blogs. Even the Nightlanders would never allow their victims to fight without a quick and predictable punishment. Those are just my views, please feel free to prove me wrong, I would like to see some of these incoperated into the current blog mythos eventually.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Wintermarch
Observer


Posts : 152
Current Win Points : 64
Join date : 2011-07-27
Age : 39
Location : Fort Collins, Colorado

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Sun Oct 23, 2011 7:19 pm

Again, it would depend on how they were written. The Fears aren't human, their motives for extended stalking could be just as enigmatic as Slendy's.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
CuteWithoutThe
Watched


Posts : 208
Current Win Points : 77
Join date : 2011-03-07
Age : 21
Location : Virginia

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Sun Oct 23, 2011 8:42 pm

In The Fear Mythos, you're only limited by your writing skills and your creativity.

If you have a grasp on those two things, I'm confident you can succeed in making scary stories using The Fears.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
The Visitor
Untainted


Posts : 14
Current Win Points : 1
Join date : 2011-03-10

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Sun Oct 23, 2011 8:42 pm

FreedomCaged wrote:
I'm really loving all of these stories, that last one was espically good. However, I'm haveing trouble seeing most of these as anything that could be expanded into the blog universe very well. Slender Man works because his nature is stalking people, there could be years of build up before he strikes to kill, the Wooden Girl works because she doesn't kill you, she just forces her will on you. But these other Fears can't work in the long term because when they choose a victim, he doesn't last long. Things like the Cold Boy and the Plauge Doctor don't seem like they could let you live very long, they might make amazing short stories, or even novels or movies, but I can't see them working with the real time nature oof blogs. Even the Nightlanders would never allow their victims to fight without a quick and predictable punishment. Those are just my views, please feel free to prove me wrong, I would like to see some of these incoperated into the current blog mythos eventually.
Fair point! I have run into a similar problem trying to implement those specific two you mentioned myself. I may just be being dumb, but it seems the problem is more applying the classic slenderblog formula to it - person is stalked, goes crazy/runs/dies/becomes an hero. That's fantastic for Slendy, because it's built around him, but for whole new crazy beings you'd have to think outside the box. Also consider the effects that a Fear could have on the people around them, like The Jeanette Experience. Here, have a couple random unpolished ideas:

-A nurse in training notices something about patients - the progression of their symptoms seems to be going faster than normal. At first it's unnoticeable, but it goes quicker and quicker. In the beginning, everybody dismisses it as coincidence. Sick people tend to die, after all, but soon things go horribly wrong as un-transmissible diseases transmit and symptoms twist together in horrible ways.

-A few college freshmen hold an impromptu Christmas party, each adjusting differently to homesickness (they'd met each other by all being the odd men out, being from the other side of the country). One of the invitees doesn't show up, though, and as the others try to find him, they find a lot more than a hypothermic corpse on the beach - they find the secrets of his dark past, cracks that his death creates in their newly-forged friendship, and the being that threatens to condemn them all to the same fate if they can't pull themselves back together and figure out exactly what's going on.

There's also the possibility of DiD-esque stuff that doesn't have them popping up going BLOOGAWOOGAWOO all the time, thus eliminating the problem of them being quick workers.

Oh, and thank you for the compliment. I try.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
FreedomCaged
Observer


Posts : 169
Current Win Points : 116
Join date : 2011-10-19
Age : 23
Location : USA

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Sun Oct 23, 2011 10:04 pm

Thanks for this, it actually gave me an idea about how to do a blog version of the ShadowLanders, I think I may try to get around to it after I've gotten a little more comfortable with my Slenderblog.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
alliterator
Observer


Posts : 165
Current Win Points : 39
Join date : 2011-03-07
Age : 30

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Sun Oct 23, 2011 10:15 pm

Quote :
-A few college freshmen hold an impromptu Christmas party, each adjusting differently to homesickness (they'd met each other by all being the odd men out, being from the other side of the country). One of the invitees doesn't show up, though, and as the others try to find him, they find a lot more than a hypothermic corpse on the beach - they find the secrets of his dark past, cracks that his death creates in their newly-forged friendship, and the being that threatens to condemn them all to the same fate if they can't pull themselves back together and figure out exactly what's going on.
Visitor, that is an awesome idea. Dammit, now I want to write it.

And FreedomCaged, your point is valid, but as Cute and Visitor said, continuing stories with the Fears can be done well. Also, most of the blogs I've really liked have seemed to me to be more like very long novels - novels released chapter by chapter, like Dickens did - so having a non-continuing blog or a blog that comes to a definitive end early one could be very interesting.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
DannyMurrayLives
Untainted


Posts : 20
Current Win Points : -32
Join date : 2011-08-18
Age : 20
Location : Earth

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Sun Oct 23, 2011 10:56 pm

You know, I tried creating my own Fear once, named Mr. Chuckles (YES, I KNOW IT IS A STUPID NAME IN HINDSIGHT). He/it was supposed to represent a fear of clowns. That idea tanked rather quickly.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
alliterator
Observer


Posts : 165
Current Win Points : 39
Join date : 2011-03-07
Age : 30

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Mon Oct 24, 2011 12:59 am

Well, there's the Jester, but he's a servant of the Wooden Girl. And there's the Smiling Man, but he's not really a clown, he just has this smile that's wider than his face.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Wintermarch
Observer


Posts : 152
Current Win Points : 64
Join date : 2011-07-27
Age : 39
Location : Fort Collins, Colorado

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Mon Oct 24, 2011 1:35 am

I could easily see somebody misremembering the Smiling Man as a clown.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
FreedomCaged
Observer


Posts : 169
Current Win Points : 116
Join date : 2011-10-19
Age : 23
Location : USA

PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Mon Oct 24, 2011 1:38 am

Clowns do not need their own Fear, any clown is sufficient. I just spent 20 minutes trying to catch up on MLAndersen0's youtube vedios, and as freaky as they were it will still be this conversation on clowns clown that will keep me to terrified to sleep tonight pale affraid .
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Sponsored content




PostSubject: Re: Sell me on the Fears   Today at 1:16 am

Back to top Go down
 
Sell me on the Fears
View previous topic View next topic Back to top 
Page 1 of 2Go to page : 1, 2  Next

Permissions in this forum:You cannot reply to topics in this forum
 :: Slender Man Series :: Blog Trailheads-
Jump to: