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Post by LunaSea on Jun 12, 2003 16:51:14 GMT -6
I know we have some writers in the house... This is your chance to show what ya got. Share some of your work with us. Thank you.
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Post by LunaSea on Jun 13, 2003 6:35:41 GMT -6
Or maybe even artwork?
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Post by LunaSea on Jun 14, 2003 9:19:51 GMT -6
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Milky
crosser of fallen logs
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Post by Milky on Jul 28, 2003 12:42:57 GMT -6
Hey my name is Milky (well not actually bbut u get the idea!!!). I know this is for fiction stories but I need to tell some one about the stuff that has been happenin round my village for the last 6 yrs - it is similar to the blair witch thing - so i thought u might be interested. Ok i know this is similar in some ways to the whole 'blair witch' phenomenen - but its wot i have heard here in stories and tales - that come from - actual good standin people - so either they r lying - or they r all on drugs or somethin - or else they r tellin the truth. Anyway ill get to the point shall I? I live in Monaghan in the south of Ireland, in a place Nick named 'the barren land'. It was called this cause of the time when the english settlers came and conquered Ireland - and this place in particular was burned to the ground and then raised up again some 20 years after it happened. But because it was taking so long to cultivate the land - it was nick named - 'the barren land' - somethin which has stuck till this day. We have a small forest near this place and it is right beside a lake that runs through two other counties here in Ireland. A lot of people come to camp here cos of the view here and it is very peaceful and quiet.About 6 years ago a man called Trevor McGibbon walked through the forest to the edge of the lake. He sat down for a while then he fell asleep. While he was asleep he had a dream about a 'man in white' who held up his hands to him in the dream and said somethin like ' The twelve shall be known' then this man in white turned his back to the man having the dream - walked towards the edge of the lake - and threw twelve stones in - one at a time. Then Mr McGibbon woke up from the dream and saw that the water by the lake in front of him was all rippled - as if someone had thrown something in the water. Crap im sorry i need to go here - but i will get back to u sonn with the rest ok - ull hear from me soon Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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Post by Tweek on Jul 28, 2003 13:06:03 GMT -6
Sounds cool, Milky. We like stories about haunted woods Tell us more when you get time.
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Milky
crosser of fallen logs
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Post by Milky on Jul 28, 2003 16:16:03 GMT -6
Hey you lot its Milky back again with some of the rest of that story I was telling I hope this isn’t all too boring for ya’s. Well any way this was what happened after Mr McGibbon had his dream. Two months later a couple came over from England with their 2 children. They were staying in Monaghan but where visiting relations of theirs in Dublin. They came up to the village and stayed there for a day. Just before it got dark they decided to go to have a camp fire and to relax just beside the lake in the forest. They all – apparently – mysteriously fell asleep and they all had a dream. Their dreams were all linked – but their was a difference between the parents dreams and the children’s. The children both had the same dream which went like this. They both saw a ‘man in white’ holding his hands up – but he had two stones in each of his hands – two white stones in his right hand and two black stones in his left. He threw the dark stones in the lake and he put the two white stones in a birds nest – as soon as he done this a bird came and landed on the stones cuddling up to them as if it was her eggs. And by each tree in the forest there was a glow and soft calming whispers coming from each glow – as if they were people whispering kindly to the children. That was the children’s dream. The parents dream went like this. They saw a man but he wasn’t dressed in white – but in black. He held out his hands to them and in each hand was a black stone – he squeezed them and blood came out from the stones. As soon as he done this he spoke to the parents- and he said ‘I can make these stones bleed’ then he pointed at them. They looked at their hands in the dream and there was blood coming from their hands – then the man in black took the two stones and ate them. The parents looked around them and saw blood on all the trees in the forest and terrifying faces in the tree’s staring at them. Then they woke up. I should have mentioned that both the children were in their dream together, and the parents were in their dream together. The parents where really shaken up by their dream and the kids only knew of what their dreams where later that evening when they heard their parents argue about it. However their kids were not frightened but very calm. Anyway apparently – 2 weeks later both parents were killed in a car crash. When they were examined – doctors found bits of ‘black’ stone in their stomachs – which the doctors have no idea how it got there. But the strangest thing is it was discovered that these children were being physically abused by their parents for some time – and they had a lot of scars on their bodies, and in the week before they all had their ‘dreams’ – the parents had on separate occasions threatened to kill both the children for the first time – as they had only been very badly abused till that point. Anyways – the children where taken into foster care with a new couple – when they arrived there – that night both of the kids had a dream about the white stones being put in the nest and the bird coming down and taking care of them. They both woke up feeling that someone or something had been looking out for them that day in the woods. Look you lot I’m sorry im putting so much detail in this – but I just thought it would be good for you all to hear this stuff – however – there are 5 more occasions where similar things happened in the last 6 yrs – all of them different – but they all have a link to the place – im telling u this now so to ask – if u want to hear about the other 5 occasions I will gladly take the time to tell you it all – but if you just want to know the significance of the place now – then I will just tell u – please reply to this to let me know the general consensus thanks you lot – chow for now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by LunaSea on Jul 29, 2003 11:02:25 GMT -6
Welcome Milky - please DO continue. Very interesting.
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jerseegirl
crosser of fallen logs
Me? Oh, just a believer who wants to share my experiences.
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Post by jerseegirl on Aug 1, 2004 14:32:38 GMT -6
hey milky i really like that story, SCARY!!!!! thanx ;D
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jowill
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Post by jowill on Jan 20, 2009 6:20:05 GMT -6
Hey ;D I'm new here; cool site. I want to write a FanFic about the Blair Witch, I'll post it soon ;D NOTE: I'm from Denmark, so my english is not perfect
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jowill
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Post by jowill on Jan 20, 2009 6:37:48 GMT -6
No, I'm going to write The Blair Witch Project 3 script ;D
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Post by Tweek on Jan 24, 2009 10:25:37 GMT -6
No, I'm going to write The Blair Witch Project 3 script ;D We await your posting with great eagerness
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Post by sticksandstones on Sept 30, 2009 14:59:05 GMT -6
New here, but I have been posting around a little so thought I would share this see what you guys think. It's a short kind of drabble fic that I wrote a while back. Heathers pov towards the end of the film:
Our Project
I can hear them. Her. Them mostly, but her...enough. Enough to make me clutch my camera closer as I run. My camera. The only part of me that I have left. Small and insignificant to an outsider but a part of me. The rest is nothing but a shell. An empty nothing.
The acceptance of it is the worst part. It's a strange feeling to know your going to die. To feel and believe it, with every fibre of your being. Everyone will die of course. Nothing is more certain. But to actually know death is coming for you imminently. That's something else entirely. To be hunted, in an ever changing environment. Circling your own tracks. Same paths. Same tree's. It's all the same in the end. It won't change. We...I pause at the thought. We. Me and Josh and Mike. Widdled down to just me...now. Just me. Alone. Hunted. Dead already perhaps? We could have walked for 10 days solid and still wound up in the same place. I only understand that now. At the end. My end. How fitting.
To know that death has marked you with an 'x' or as is more accurate for me a haunting stick figure that watches over me. For Her. To know a few scattered rocks held my fate, our fate, is a truly horrific prospect. No words can ever describe it.
I don't know how much longer I can hold on. I know for definite not long. I know for definite soon. I know for definite now.
These are my last thoughts. As I run frantically. With fear and panic and dread. But I have some small comfort. Some small pride that I am no longer running from the thing I fear most, but in fact towards it. Or Her...
I run down to the basement. I can hear Josh and Mike's voices. I register that noise only. I ignore with what little will power I have left Her noise. I know She will be there just as She knows I will. I take the last bounding steps down, to my horror I see Mike staring at the wall. I know It's coming. I know She's coming. I know She's here. Strangely I find slight comfort knowing that I can finally close my eyes. I wouldn't call it peaceful exactly, but there's something reassuring about knowing the nightmare is over for me. For us. If nothing else. I can can only pray that our nightmare will not be found. It will only encourage others to come. I don't want that for them. For anyone. Ever. I smile bittersweet in realisation as I fall to the ground now. What once was the only comfort to me, the only thing I had left, the only part of me that will be left behind and will be the undoing of so many lives, will now haunt me to my last breath and beyond.
The Blair Witch Project...
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Post by Tweek on Apr 17, 2010 8:34:40 GMT -6
Good stuff! Thanks for sharing it with us.
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voz
crosser of fallen logs
Thou makest darkness, and it is night: wherein all the beasts of the forest do creep forth.
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Post by voz on Nov 24, 2011 20:33:50 GMT -6
Hey guys, I have a fanfic that I've been working on for quite a while. When it's written, it will be VERY long. Like, several chapters long. Is there any place on the site where I can post it so that it doesn't get in the way?
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Post by Tweek on Nov 25, 2011 16:43:19 GMT -6
This is the section. Fan Fiction. We'd love to read what you have written.
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voz
crosser of fallen logs
Thou makest darkness, and it is night: wherein all the beasts of the forest do creep forth.
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Post by voz on Nov 26, 2011 22:48:06 GMT -6
Thanks a lot. It may take a while though. Maybe a month or two, maybe less, but it will get done.
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ejjean
crosser of fallen logs
Lookin' for Josh.
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Post by ejjean on Dec 2, 2011 17:59:23 GMT -6
Milky, very interesting. want more!
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Post by djmelton12 on Jul 12, 2012 21:39:00 GMT -6
I'm writing one on Microsoft word. Not going to give the plot away but let's just say... It's the true sequel to the Blair Witch.
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Post by Tweek on Jul 13, 2012 11:06:37 GMT -6
You can post it here or give us a link to it. We'd love to read it.
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xWolfAndRavenx
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Just relaxing, gaming, reading, or surfin the net.
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Post by xWolfAndRavenx on Oct 11, 2018 22:16:26 GMT -6
I definitely plan to type something awesome up as soon as I get a few days peace with just good music to cobble it together. It really helps with the task of writing and creative palatable juices to get flowing. :D I will pop a note in here and post it when its ready. Love all your stories pics and creative writings here very awesome!
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Post by Tweek on Oct 14, 2018 5:25:30 GMT -6
Looking forward to what you've come up with
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xWolfAndRavenx
crosser of fallen logs
Just relaxing, gaming, reading, or surfin the net.
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Post by xWolfAndRavenx on Oct 18, 2018 12:20:53 GMT -6
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