this is a drawing of a zombie I made today .It is based on a pic I found on the internet.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Zombie Drawing
this is a drawing of a zombie I made today .It is based on a pic I found on the internet.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
The Mad Man's Mistake
This is a short story I wrote for school.It is the sequel to "The Tell-Tale Heart" By Edger Allen Poe.
"To my great surprise, they hadn't believed me, nor did they check underneath the planks in the case.They replied " You must just be confused from your dream,you may be ill.You should get some rest." I gave no reply as the left the house.As I was pondering, I concluded that only I could hear it because of my sharpened hearing. Yes! That had to be it. It had been an hour since the men had arrived so I decided to rest.
I had been awoken by the ringing of church bells. I sat up and contemplated what now to do. I realized, now, that I could enter the chamber that the old man never allowed. An explosion of curiosity formed in my mind.I had not thought of that during the whole time plotting the murder. I made my way hastily and entered for the first time.
I was astounded by its appearance. The walls and floor were a smooth white and there was a large desk with many profound objects, the only recognizable thing was a rare electric-lamp.There was also, to my surprise, what seemed to be a decrepit arm connected to a multitude of wires. I was bewildered as, upon closer inspection, I saw it twitch! I also found the old mans journal.It stated that he had created a concoction, to bing the dead to life.I presently found that it was hidden in the floor of his bed room! I sped to the room to find a noise coming from beneath the planks.
It was not the sound of the heart but that of a wretched beast trying to from its hold.As I stood dumbfounded I was struck by terror and couldn't move.The floor broke open as the body, partially reassembled, tore out.The eye was back to haunt me! I ran to the front door as I tried to escape,but found it was locked. Searching my surroundings I saw the key was missing! I was cornered!The old man I loved was back, but the eye was tearing at my soul I shrieked out loud as I took what I knew would be my last breath."
I'll just leave it to you to figure out how he was able to write this.
"To my great surprise, they hadn't believed me, nor did they check underneath the planks in the case.They replied " You must just be confused from your dream,you may be ill.You should get some rest." I gave no reply as the left the house.As I was pondering, I concluded that only I could hear it because of my sharpened hearing. Yes! That had to be it. It had been an hour since the men had arrived so I decided to rest.
I had been awoken by the ringing of church bells. I sat up and contemplated what now to do. I realized, now, that I could enter the chamber that the old man never allowed. An explosion of curiosity formed in my mind.I had not thought of that during the whole time plotting the murder. I made my way hastily and entered for the first time.
I was astounded by its appearance. The walls and floor were a smooth white and there was a large desk with many profound objects, the only recognizable thing was a rare electric-lamp.There was also, to my surprise, what seemed to be a decrepit arm connected to a multitude of wires. I was bewildered as, upon closer inspection, I saw it twitch! I also found the old mans journal.It stated that he had created a concoction, to bing the dead to life.I presently found that it was hidden in the floor of his bed room! I sped to the room to find a noise coming from beneath the planks.
It was not the sound of the heart but that of a wretched beast trying to from its hold.As I stood dumbfounded I was struck by terror and couldn't move.The floor broke open as the body, partially reassembled, tore out.The eye was back to haunt me! I ran to the front door as I tried to escape,but found it was locked. Searching my surroundings I saw the key was missing! I was cornered!The old man I loved was back, but the eye was tearing at my soul I shrieked out loud as I took what I knew would be my last breath."
I'll just leave it to you to figure out how he was able to write this.
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