Story-telling time!

[static_ice]

Ok in that case Allan (my anti-hero) is probably deeply troubled by fear of rejection. He never really fits in, and to him his attempts at social behavior seem red flags that broadcast to a sneering and snickering world all of his feelings of inadequacy. He sees others as if they only pretend to tolerate him looking all the time for an excuse to fire him, berate him publicly, steal from him, etc. Nobody ever actually does any of these things, but he attributes that to luck, and increasingly to his own wit at outfoxing them.


You might watch the movie "A Beautiful Mind" or read the Elric of Melibonea saga by Michael Moorcock. They both deal with a sinking into madness/ immorality in their protagonists. Although the film may not be as useful.

skittles is right... this is great...
and I know the basic plot of A Beautiful Mind, my mom watched it... and I've read the entire Elric saga

[static_ice]

Or the film oranges are not the only fruit ,its a disturbing look at one type of madness

this is one of the few times that I'm going to thank wikipedia for spoiling the plot to me

Thanks,

I'm glad you liked it. My forte' isn't really creative writing, but as an English teacher I have to be familiar with various modes of writing. I'm much more comfortable with essays (surprised? )

Not particularly. I, myself like essays a lot and I find them easy to write. My English teacher said I'm good at creative writing so static_ice and I (haha beezer! Can't get me now!) have decided to write a story together, but first we need to get ideas off the fears of actual people to fit it into place.

oh. Why wasn't I invited?

it started when Reed showed me his story in that meme mafia, and then I decided to show this concept I'd been working on in my head... which I normally wouldn't show to anybody, not even in RL, I just wanted to see if he liked it... and the two kind of fit

[Iliad]

Or the film oranges are not the only fruit ,its a disturbing look at one type of madness

this is one of the few times that I'm going to thank wikipedia for spoiling the plot to me

Thanks,

I'm glad you liked it. My forte' isn't really creative writing, but as an English teacher I have to be familiar with various modes of writing. I'm much more comfortable with essays (surprised? )

Not particularly. I, myself like essays a lot and I find them easy to write. My English teacher said I'm good at creative writing so static_ice and I (haha beezer! Can't get me now!) have decided to write a story together, but first we need to get ideas off the fears of actual people to fit it into place.

oh. Why wasn't I invited?

it started when Reed showed me his story in that meme mafia, and then I decided to show this concept I'd been working on in my head... which I normally wouldn't show to anybody, not even in RL, I just wanted to see if he liked it... and the two kind of fit

Oh. Damn.

[Skittles!]

Come on people, tell us what you're afraid of! Being trapped, darkness, friends leaving you, how about being feeling worthless after you got rejected?

Come on, we can't create all these ideas by ourselves We need human impact with feelings, most of the community of CC and not just us two.

[static_ice]

what skittles said, and bump


and if you can't think of anything there, how about you give, in detail, a dream or nightmare, either a recent one or from childhood

[MeDeFe]

I'm afraid of massive surveillance by the state.

[static_ice]

I'm afraid of massive surveillance by the state.

so, you appreciate privacy? care to elaborate? any habits you do in private?

*confusing smile*

[Syzygy]

One day I was walking down Mulberry Lane to get tea and scones from the local grocer. This grocer was a man named Henry Webminster, a most gentlemanly fellow, with a trimmed mustache. He stocked the finest English teas, good enough even for Her Majesty, The Queen.

Anyway, I digress. En route to my destination I came upon the most sordid sight. A man, whose name I later discovered to be Norse, was stark naked and dancing. I was, however, engrossed with laughter when my eyes fell downwards.

I came to my senses though when I saw the savage, animal lust in his eyes and ran for my life, or should I say my posterior. I escaped, but barely. Much to my dismay, I had run past the local grocer and was too afraid to dare return. I needed my tea. I need my scones. Otherwise... I don't know what I would do.

Thus began "THE PERILOUS AND MOST ADVENTUROUS JOURNEY FOR TEA AND SCONES." Now in Technicolour.

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Yes this brilliant, award-winning novel can be yours for only $50. Read it. Experience alien aliens, dangerous dragons, Khazakstanian killers, crazy cows, steamy showers, an army of Arabic armymen, voluptuous vixens, wizened wizards and stuff.

1000 pages of crap, I mean utter genius.

[jnd94]

I like to day-dream.

[suggs]

Stick in something about the JFK assassination.

[The1exile]

I like to day-dream.

I used to. Then I moved into just plain dreaming. Soon I'm going to be plain dead.

[static_ice]

I like to day-dream.

about?

[F1fth]

There was a period where I questioned my sanity. It was quite a scary time for me, because I was constantly asking myself "How would I know if I was crazy? How would I know?" This took a a pretty serious turn whenever I would lose hold of my imagination, because it would make me doubt whatever control I had over myself and furthermore, doubt whether I really had a firm grip on where reality stopped and my mind began.

This fear fed upon itself and I became increasingly introverted, too scared to let out the beast that I was sure was my untamed mind. It was paranoia, an unreasonable fear of this insanity, that was the underlying cause, but I was too lost to see that. The fear of the problem became the problem itself and I chained myself in my isolated cell... I put the straitjacket on myself. The madness of it all was alone with fear, there is no reason and I had shut myself in with it.




Well, anyway, that's only fractionally true. I did very briefly question my sanity (out of self-analysis, which is a common habit of mine), only to quickly come to the conclusion that I was indeed not crazy (if you'd like to know the rationale I used, just ask). I just took it three steps farther to help you guys out with your story because I could see someone becoming lost in this paradox. Hoped it helped, because it was fun to write.

[EvilPurpleMonkey]

Alrighty, me and someone from the site are planning on creating a story or something.

We need some more ideas. It centres around a schizophrenic sufferer, and it has lots of blood and gore in it.

We need some ideas for have some happy areas of insanity and some sadistic areas of insanity.. Or something..

Also, we need to know any kind of little things you do that you consider "weird", in private, anything from private fears to unnoticeable habits. You may PM me, Skittles!, this if you don't want to tell in public.

Ooh, ohh, I got an awesome idea for a story about a schzophrenic! Ok, three main characters, A cop following a cannibalistic serial killer, the serial killer, a girl kidnapped by the serial killer who he's going to eat. In the end the serial killer eats the girl then the cop pops in and kills the serial killer with a sharp object lying in the basement where all of them are. Then the cop turns the gun on himself. Then at the funeral for the cop we find that he suffers from schizophrenia and that the cop, serial killer and girl we're all the same person. Lots of blood and gore, a complicated story, some nice twists. Would make an excellent book. That's just an outline.

There would also be a character who is friends with the cop and is writing a story similar to these events. This guy is real.

[F1fth]

Alrighty, me and someone from the site are planning on creating a story or something.

We need some more ideas. It centres around a schizophrenic sufferer, and it has lots of blood and gore in it.

We need some ideas for have some happy areas of insanity and some sadistic areas of insanity.. Or something..

Also, we need to know any kind of little things you do that you consider "weird", in private, anything from private fears to unnoticeable habits. You may PM me, Skittles!, this if you don't want to tell in public.

Ooh, ohh, I got an awesome idea for a story about a schzophrenic! Ok, three main characters, A cop following a cannibalistic serial killer, the serial killer, a girl kidnapped by the serial killer who he's going to eat. In the end the serial killer eats the girl then the cop pops in and kills the serial killer with a sharp object lying in the basement where all of them are. Then the cop turns the gun on himself. Then at the funeral for the cop we find that he suffers from schizophrenia and that the cop, serial killer and girl we're all the same person. Lots of blood and gore, a complicated story, some nice twists. Would make an excellent book. That's just an outline.

There would also be a character who is friends with the cop and is writing a story similar to these events. This guy is real.

Sounds like if M. Night Shyamalan rewrote Silence of the Lambs, but it was actually good.

Very interesting to say the least.

[static_ice]

There was a period where I questioned my sanity. It was quite a scary time for me, because I was constantly asking myself "How would I know if I was crazy? How would I know?" This took a a pretty serious turn whenever I would lose hold of my imagination, because it would make me doubt whatever control I had over myself and furthermore, doubt whether I really had a firm grip on where reality stopped and my mind began.

This fear fed upon itself and I became increasingly introverted, too scared to let out the beast that I was sure was my untamed mind. It was paranoia, a unreasonable fear of this insanity, that was the underlying cause, but I was too lost to see that. The fear of the problem became the problem itself and I chained myself in my isolated cell... I put the straitjacket on myself. The madness of it all was alone with fear, there is no reason and I had shut myself in with it.




Well, anyway, that's only fractionally true. I did very briefly question my sanity (out of self-analysis, which is a common habit of mine), only to quickly come to the conclusion that I was indeed not crazy (if you'd like to know the rationale I used, just ask). I just took it three steps farther to help you guys out with your story because I could see someone becoming lost in this paradox. Hoped it helped, because it was fun to write.

I think we could use that, thanks

and that's a very good question



EPM, we know of lots of plots of multiple characters, and the climax is you find out that he's schizophrenic, but what we're doing is revealing his schizophrenia (almost) from the start

[Skittles!]

Alrighty, me and someone from the site are planning on creating a story or something.

We need some more ideas. It centres around a schizophrenic sufferer, and it has lots of blood and gore in it.

We need some ideas for have some happy areas of insanity and some sadistic areas of insanity.. Or something..

Also, we need to know any kind of little things you do that you consider "weird", in private, anything from private fears to unnoticeable habits. You may PM me, Skittles!, this if you don't want to tell in public.

Ooh, ohh, I got an awesome idea for a story about a schzophrenic! Ok, three main characters, A cop following a cannibalistic serial killer, the serial killer, a girl kidnapped by the serial killer who he's going to eat. In the end the serial killer eats the girl then the cop pops in and kills the serial killer with a sharp object lying in the basement where all of them are. Then the cop turns the gun on himself. Then at the funeral for the cop we find that he suffers from schizophrenia and that the cop, serial killer and girl we're all the same person. Lots of blood and gore, a complicated story, some nice twists. Would make an excellent book. That's just an outline.

There would also be a character who is friends with the cop and is writing a story similar to these events. This guy is real.

Reminds me of a movie I saw where there was a schizophrenic criminal and the only one that liked the blood and gore was the personality in the disguise of a boy.

I forget what it's called though. It sucks.

[got tonkaed]

I think there are a few cool ideas in this thread to help someone if they wanted to write something. I think one of the interesting things, if your going to write about a person or groups of people that are normally in the margins of society, is to challenge some of the ideas we have about those people. When you start to paint a picture of something that we all think we understand, then you change it in a way which the viewer (reader) has to readjust the way they look at it, you might be able to do something thats pretty cool. I think if i was looking at something like insanity, id really look at how it is we treat people who we think are insane. Maybe highlight an idea that its not the sanity, but how we construct what is right and wrong, that truly is insane.

I keep having this idea for a story that ill never write because unfortunatly im not actually a good writer. But essentially it would be a bit of a remake on the idea of Faust, except he would eventually choose damnnation over salvation. In theory, he would do so because by the end of the story he would realize that there was more than met the eye in both evil and good and would challenge the reader to do some thinking about some of the things we hold as truth.

[jnd94]

I like to day-dream.

about?

depends. Depends on where I am, what has just happened, my boredom level.

Usually stupid stuff that I don't really understand.

[Dancing Mustard]

Well since you asked for things which scare us and nobody has posted anything, I figure I'll put a cat amongst the pigeons and share my least favourite dream with the room:

The only thing I'm really scared of is the only recurring dream that I ever have; while I dream a lot. To summarise its slightly surreal and terrifying quality is difficult, but I'm in an unlit space that feels like it's underwater, though I can still breathe, I'm being rushed upwards to this speck of light, and no matter how often it happens I never realise that the speck is just the tip of an endless needle-like piece of metal. Just as I realise this is I collide with the object and and it punctures my body through that fleshy part of the mouth underneath my tongue; it stabs through the inside of my jaw and pushes my tongue against the roof of my mouth, then it continues into my windpipe; as it gets there the liquid that I've been moving through begins to rush into my neck through the hole and I realise that I'm about to drown.

That's the point where I wake up; inevitably in a cold sweat, and often accompanied by screaming.


There, that was remarkably cathartic. Is it what you were looking for?

[static_ice]

I think there are a few cool ideas in this thread to help someone if they wanted to write something. I think one of the interesting things, if your going to write about a person or groups of people that are normally in the margins of society, is to challenge some of the ideas we have about those people. When you start to paint a picture of something that we all think we understand, then you change it in a way which the viewer (reader) has to readjust the way they look at it, you might be able to do something thats pretty cool. I think if i was looking at something like insanity, id really look at how it is we treat people who we think are insane. Maybe highlight an idea that its not the sanity, but how we construct what is right and wrong, that truly is insane.

I keep having this idea for a story that ill never write because unfortunatly im not actually a good writer. But essentially it would be a bit of a remake on the idea of Faust, except he would eventually choose damnnation over salvation. In theory, he would do so because by the end of the story he would realize that there was more than met the eye in both evil and good and would challenge the reader to do some thinking about some of the things we hold as truth.

I think there is going to be more than one theme, so I could definitely see that as one of them. Thanks, if we are going to truly experiment with the concept of suicide then we're going to have to explore multiple sides and perspectives, and thats one of them

[static_ice]

Well since you asked for things which scare us and nobody has posted anything, I figure I'll put a cat amongst the pigeons and share my least favourite dream with the room:

The only thing I'm really scared of is the only recurring dream that I ever have; while I dream a lot. To summarise its slightly surreal and terrifying quality is difficult, but I'm in an unlit space that feels like it's underwater, though I can still breathe, I'm being rushed upwards to this speck of light, and no matter how often it happens I never realise that the speck is just the tip of an endless needle-like piece of metal. Just as I realise this is I collide with the object and and it punctures my body through that fleshy part of the mouth underneath my tongue; it stabs through the inside of my jaw and pushes my tongue against the roof of my mouth, then it continues into my windpipe; as it gets there the liquid that I've been moving through begins to rush into my neck through the hole and I realise that I'm about to drown.

That's the point where I wake up; inevitably in a cold sweat, and often accompanied by screaming.


There, that was remarkably cathartic. Is it what you were looking for?

*nods*
although when I read that I was thinking of the idea that you can't breathe under water, and you see a speck of light above so while you are holding your breath (you do hold your breath in some dreams, its happened to me... or atleast I dreamed the same effects ) you swim as fast as possible upwards, and soon you are going uncontrollably fast before the rest of the dream you explained unfolds. Reed what do you think of that?

[Skittles!]

Well since you asked for things which scare us and nobody has posted anything, I figure I'll put a cat amongst the pigeons and share my least favourite dream with the room:

The only thing I'm really scared of is the only recurring dream that I ever have; while I dream a lot. To summarise its slightly surreal and terrifying quality is difficult, but I'm in an unlit space that feels like it's underwater, though I can still breathe, I'm being rushed upwards to this speck of light, and no matter how often it happens I never realise that the speck is just the tip of an endless needle-like piece of metal. Just as I realise this is I collide with the object and and it punctures my body through that fleshy part of the mouth underneath my tongue; it stabs through the inside of my jaw and pushes my tongue against the roof of my mouth, then it continues into my windpipe; as it gets there the liquid that I've been moving through begins to rush into my neck through the hole and I realise that I'm about to drown.

That's the point where I wake up; inevitably in a cold sweat, and often accompanied by screaming.


There, that was remarkably cathartic. Is it what you were looking for?

I'm pretty sure the directors of The Matrix won't be too happy if we copied that

[static_ice]

Well since you asked for things which scare us and nobody has posted anything, I figure I'll put a cat amongst the pigeons and share my least favourite dream with the room:

The only thing I'm really scared of is the only recurring dream that I ever have; while I dream a lot. To summarise its slightly surreal and terrifying quality is difficult, but I'm in an unlit space that feels like it's underwater, though I can still breathe, I'm being rushed upwards to this speck of light, and no matter how often it happens I never realise that the speck is just the tip of an endless needle-like piece of metal. Just as I realise this is I collide with the object and and it punctures my body through that fleshy part of the mouth underneath my tongue; it stabs through the inside of my jaw and pushes my tongue against the roof of my mouth, then it continues into my windpipe; as it gets there the liquid that I've been moving through begins to rush into my neck through the hole and I realise that I'm about to drown.

That's the point where I wake up; inevitably in a cold sweat, and often accompanied by screaming.


There, that was remarkably cathartic. Is it what you were looking for?

I'm pretty sure the directors of The Matrix won't be too happy if we copied that

me no remember that

[Skittles!]

I'm pretty sure it's from the Matrix, if not, I'm sorry DM.

When he starts getting covered by this liquid and everything, and he starts screaming.