So this is going to be for the following:
Film - making it, watching it, reviewing it.
Writing - creating it, reading it, reviewing it.
Art - Drawing it, consuming it.
I love the brutality, inventiveness, the visuals and or course the plentiful gore or horror films so Ill be posting many reviews(as well as the occasional non-horror).
Recently I've been trying to improve my drawing abilities. Ive been drawing off and on for the past fifteen odd years and I've finally made it a semi-permanent hobby. So expect many drawings, doodles and whatever.
Example: Anita Blake Vampire Hunter(from the comic Guilty Pleasures)
Finally, to keep things nice and short(this is a joke as you'll soon find out), here's an old dream sequence I wrote for NaNoWriMo last year:
Exhaling, my breath escapes from my chest, apparently in a hurry. I find myself walking along the footpath of an unremarkable neighbourhood in the middle of the night. Snow wraps itself around everything, transforming and purifying. This comes as a surprise.
“Why the hell is there snow everywhere?” I hear myself say. The closest i’ve been to snow is a slushy and even that wasn’t white.
The houses seem deserted, my footsteps, heavier and louder than anything I’ve ever remembered hearing. I take in the desolate scenery. A knocked over garbage bin and its contents are strewn across a driveway. The front door to a puke-coloured-brick home stands wide open. The gaping entrance speckled with shafts of unnatural light is particularly unsettling. Why would someone just leave their door wide open in such an unforgiving environment?
Movement from the offending house startles me and I look deep, squinting into the doorway. The dark shapes that form the interior shift. The shape contorts, grows and fills the doorway. All of the space the entrance was is now as blank and uninviting as space itself.
A malformed creature, ridged and gleaming like an oil slick emerges from the emptiness.
A squeak manages to escape from my mouth. I stare at the thing wide eyed, my legs not feeling so sturdy anymore.
Great and thunderous it screeches out from its charred cracked lips.
I bolt.
I run like someone runs if a herd of elephants just discovered you were solely responsible for drinking all of their water and killing all of their youth and can now see you, alone and undefended, just meters away within stomping range. I run, my muscles burn, my soles feel like they’re crumbling and about to combust from the friction. I run and I scream.
After what feels like hours, I turn around to check for my pursuer. All I see is pure colourless snow. The white and the wind muffle every sense.
Something quick and sharp glances over my shoulder blade to the middle of my lower back.
I cry out in pain and reach back to cover the pain as if it could be healed with a touch. Warm and slick my hand feels as blood flows over it in thin streams. My palm covered in a scarlet that is striking against the starkness.
Blackness engulfs me from all directions. The creatures tenuous spindly body encroaches and slimes between my thighs and over my groin.
Frozen still i look back searching for its eyes but find nothing. A quick sharp pin prick and pain overrides and threatens to overwhelm. From the fleshy underbelly of my left arm a barb dangles. The skin pierced, it pushes itself into my body.
I move to escape. The monstrosity reflexively wraps itself around me, totally and completely.
It flows like liquid into my mouth, violating and destroying hope and leaving decay. Every inch of skin is carved feeling split and ruined.
My lungs tear themselves apart screaming senselessly. I plead and sputter for someone to rescue me.
A voice calls out to me from the starless night.
“Myra”, it says, soft and quick.
Feeling like my eyes had collapsed into my skull for millennia, they flick open suddenly like a light switch. Two eyes, human, stare back. Bloodshot, the whites have died out, the irises lack colour and warmth. Only gray stares back at me now in this desaturated hell.
“Myra” it calls again. “You belong to me…forever.”
Revolted, I lose control. Soundless screams buckle my body and my back arches in solid terror. My arms reach out for aide finding none. Again and again I thrash and yell. Again and again no one comes to help.
My voice once lost escapes shattering the silence.
I scream.
