Mankind has struggled endlessly through thousands of years, constantly recording their stories and beliefs in many different forms.
The creation of words was created to express self-meaning and to explain to others emotions and thoughts. That is what we see, what we hear. It is what we feel.
And in this evolved form of expression, over hundreds of years, it has shaped its beautiful self into what we speak today.
It is a joyous thing when people--especially those who fall within the years of the ever changing spirit--feel a need to express themselves through the words mankind has used so much.
And in these words and stories and poems and expressions, there lives a single fear.
A fear so great, so drastically frightening, ones who write by hand and by eye fear the very word of it. There is nothing that can stop this event; it is inevitable to those who write. As much of a curse as it is a blessing, please, bow your head in respect for the one thing that will drive people mad to no end. Dare I say it, but I will. I must, because it is the thing that dare move in front of me while I continue to express views into blood-earned pages.
For those faint of heart, please, turn away from the computer screen now.
It is...
WRITER'S BLOCK.

If anyone shares my pain at this moment, have a moment of silence for this atrocious event.
That being said, I would like to say hello to everyone!
Welcome once again to another one of my stupid little rant things that no one really ever checks!
*crickets*
...Yeah. Anyway, I'm going to rant here because I created this complicated (sheesh, this stuff increased in difficulty at least tenfold) page for that reason alone. If you check this page for that reason to hear me rant, I wish the best of sanity towards you.
*ahem*
I. Am. DONE.
HECKALUJAH!
One story down...three to go.
>.>
I'm never going to finish like this...*dies*
I suppose I'll put up the link for the book when it's completely published up here. >.< If anyone actually would want to buy it.
I dunno. No, I must not get myself down!
My latest dilemma is not being able to draw one of my characters, Operator. Yes, like the phone operator. It's a big bird-like thing that's...yeah. It feeds off dead people's fear. O.o
Somehow I can't draw it to save my life. Dx
If anyone could at least attempt to draw it, I'd be like, indebted forever to them.
Operator's description:
The creature was tall with a long neck like a giraffe, opening up to a fan of feathers around the top of Operator’s neck. On its back were thousands of feathers all in every color I had ever seen in my entire life.
Operator’s face was small and narrow like a cat’s and very high up, smiling down at me with a soft expression. Its eyes were the color of nothingness and its eyelids were see-through.

I guess I'm putting this out as a contest then.
I can draw a picture for the winner with a stupid little camera, that's about it. ^^"
Sorry for bothering you all with my stupid little thoughts~

Have an awesome day,
Choco