Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.
— William Faulkner.
[footage of the inside of an ordinary Eastern-European home, taken with a handheld phone camera, the man filming is walking from the living room to the back door of the house]
man, narrating in russian: Every fucking year, this time of the year, the pond at my backyard gets infested. What do ponds get infested with? Frogs? Poisonous weeds? Geese? No. Not my pond.
[The man opens the back door, stepping out into a garden. Three or four nude, human-like figures dash from the borders of a pond back into the water.]
man: Rusalki! I don't know where they come from or how they get here, and I can't afford to hire an exterminator every year. I can't let my cat outside anymore. Last year a rusalka managed to drown a whole deer in my pond, the stench was unbearable.
[He walks as he speaks, approaching the pond. There are several eerily beautiful female beings peering at him from under the surface, their long hair floating in the murky water. Their eyes are gleaming in an unhuman way. The man holding the camera stops to film them.]
man, calm and deadpan: What the fuck are all of you staring at. Get jobs or something.
[One of the rusalki, smaller than the others and clearly not a fully matured adult, slowly reaches out of the water with her white, thin hand, grasping his ankle. He appears unconcerned.]
man: You can't drown me, you little idiot. You're too small. Shoo!
[A loud thud startles the rusalki, making them scatter. A second thud makes it clear these are the approaching footsteps of something massive. The man turns around and points the camera at what appears to be a house, walking past above the treeline with chicken-like legs]
man, now yelling: IF YOUR HOUSE SHITS ON MY YARD AGAIN I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD-
2021 is the year I finally get my shit together
Love it when horror is like what if your house hated you personally
i changed my blog's appearence. not sure about how i feel
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Im Mahmoud from Gaza ..i need your help if you can
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My link in bio
Asking for help is not easy .l request a small donation of $ 10 or $25 from each person .$20 will save my family and help me cover travel expenses and rebuild.what's left of my home
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unfortunately, i'm in need of help too :(. replying to see if there's someone out there who can help. wish you the best. sending you love and prayers. i'm so sorry.
(lays back all sexy for u on the bed) (bangs my fuckign head on the headboard)
Writers when it's time to write the story no one forced them to come up with in the first place 🙄
reblog to give the person you reblogged it from a little heart lollipop
according to my crystal ball, i'm a future fantasy writer 🔮 u can call me mia, she ❇ her ✴ english it's not my first language
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