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Saturday, April 5, 2008
Holy Crap!
It's been almost a month since I've been on here.
No need to fret.
I have actually been working on a bunch of stuff.
Mainly Rendezvous-related.
Two more months of school!
Whoot!
Alright.
On to the new stuff
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I have a lot of unfinished stuff to add.
Completed, I have 2 little rants:
'Taking Characters Too Seriously'
'Damsel in Distress-- Twilight'
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Thursday, February 7, 2008
Hmm. Today is my Dad's birthday. I need to make him something.
And apparently I get out of school May 30th.
Been working on Rendezvous due to popular demand. Currently struggling on whether it should be written in first or third person, so the styles might keep on changing. For more information on Rendezvous— updates, progress, and what not, go to:
rendezvouswithdeath.blogspot.com
Ana’s been pestering me to update, so I am!
I have a couple more stories in progress. Short stories.
Character profiles are being worked on. Character analysis is my current priority.
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Friday, January 18, 2008
Oh dear... well, someone's been on a role!
The site is almost [f u l l y] operational!
Whoot!
Sections written include: About, Characters, The Reapers, and Contact.
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Thursday, January 17, 2008
We'll have a new section shortly, titled "Michael's Holiday Specials", courtesy of the lovely Spork.
I'm also trying to see if I can someone help out with the site, since I utterly suck at web-design and what not. I need different layouts for both the Maverick family, and the Nightwalker coven, never mind the site for Rendezvous With Death, which by the way, has had very good feedback so far! Thankyou so much for your support. We're really happy to see you guys's reaction to the story... even if it's just random bits and pieces of it! We'll try to get at least full chapters finished, and order everything chronologically. Claudia's been keeping notes in a small notebook (If it's even worthy of being called that. The notebook is utterly worn off and very much a disaster.), and she's transferring those in sometime soon. We're also seeing if we can get someone to read certain fragments out loud so we can upload them.
Character profiles are being worked on as we speak.
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Thursday, January 10, 2008
Happy New Year Folks!
... from all of us here at The Witching Hour.
Claudia has been working on some character analysis. So far she's done Jan and Valentina.
There's also a new short story up called Quiet Inside. Feedback's always welcome.
Also, look forward to:
'A Basic Guide to Roleplaying', written by Jan Hendrich Van Tassel, with the assistance of various other individuals,
because he simply cannot tolerate the ' horrid lack of well written literature, these days'.
... and, 'Idiot's Guide to Vampires', written by our very own Cassian,
because he's been asked a lot of questions recently in regards to his nature, and the nature of other vampires, and he's sick and tired of having to answer the same things over and over.
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Monday, December 17, 2007
Welcome to The Witching Hour. Currently this site is ran and updated by the lovely Claudia Clemente in collaboration with Charlotte Blackwood, among other characters who’ve been so kind as to give her permission to expose their private lives to the outside world. Names, places and events may, or may have not been altered, depending on the person’s request for privacy.
The place is really new. It just opened, actually, so don’t be surprised at the lack of content.
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Welcome to The Witching Hour, both a small café, intimately owned, and ran by Karen Maverick, and Mir Pozdyshev, as well as Claudia Clemente's website.
We tend to favor a particular type of clientèle here, though everyone is more than welcome. My name’s Jan, and I’ll be your waiter this lovely evening.
Would you like to look at the menu, or…—
Sure! You can look around…though I wouldn’t recommend staying here too late at night.
It is The Witching Hour, after all! I’ll come back later to take your order.
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"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad." You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
—Alice in Wonderland
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Before I forget, let me introduce quickly introduce you to our most frequent costumers.
They’re the reason you even bothered to come here, right?
To meet the members of the Nightwalker Coven? The Maverick clan?
Yeah, it’s no news they frequent the place. They all come here. Very often too.
Who knows, you might even get acquainted with some other interesting individuals.
We all have very interesting stories to tell.
After all, The Witching Hour really isn’t your typical local coffeehouse, now is it?.
But you already knew that. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.
Witches, Vampires, Angels, Demons… they all frequent the place.
Oh, don’t worry. We won’t hurt you… Feel free to look around.
You’ll see most of us here are quite harmless!
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Here you will find a variety of things, really. This is Claudia’s personal creative dump. She writes every other occurrence that takes place here at The Witching Hour, along with the stories its regulars have to tell. Myself included, of course. Short stories, poetry, character profiles, character analysis, role-play information, commission information, essays, amongst other amusing things.
Care to read a few? It won’t take long. You can find some of the transcripts of our conversations under the 'Writing' section, or at her blog.“The Other Side Of The Door”, she titled it. Clever mortal...
Poetry, short stories, fiction, some non-fiction disguised as fiction. The very essence of The Witching Hour—
Oh, pardon me. It seems lady Mir is done with your order.
I’ll be back shortly.
http://t4ngl3duph34rt.blogspot.com
Friday, January 4, 2008
"Quiet Inside"
Sleeping Beauty could die at any moment. The tragedy was that she hadn’t. She was consciously drinking herself to death. One day, she would pass out with a lit cigarette, and burn to death. The tragedy was that she hadn’t. What she had wasn’t a physical addiction to alcohol. It was a mental one. Every night, she’d drink herself to sleep. She craved it, needed it— depended on it to appease her guilt; her self-loathing. She needed it to sleep well. She had more guilt than she knew what to do with. And those dreams, those nightmares. Those nightmares the drugs were supposed to restrain. Even after all those years, they still haunted her. She thought they made her forget everything, but in reality, they only made the images worsen. They made the images more vivid. She was just too drunk to care. Too weak. Too drunk to even pay attention to anything. Everything felt so much better. Even as she cried, she felt better. She couldn’t cry unless she was completely, and utterly wasted.
Sleeping Beauty, lying on the couch. Sleeping Beauty, crying. Sleeping beauty wasting herself away in her misery. She was careless. She’d pass out every night, lit, half-burnt up cigarette in one hand, bottle of liquor in the other. A bottle of Xanax she had no need for spilled on the rug. Her body, a pathetic mess. Carelessly abused and uncared for, wrapped in nothing more than a wet towel. She was supposed to have died years ago. The tragedy was that she hadn’t. Neglected cuts and bruises from past fights or jobs, half of them she had no clue where she’d even gotten them from.
Things always looked better when she was asleep, when she was cut off from everyone and everything. When she’d taken a handful of antidepressants with her nightly glass of whiskey, finished half a pack of cigarettes, and passed out peacefully weeping on the black leather couch. It was heaven. Babies couldn’t sleep that well. The phone line disconnected, the door not even locked. The dog would take care of any unexpected stranger.
Sleeping Beauty could die at any moment. She knew it. The tragedy was that she hadn’t. She was consciously drinking herself to death. One day, she would pass out with a lit cigarette, and burn to death. The tragedy was that she hadn’t.
Sleeping Beauty knew the Prince was never going to come…and maybe Sleeping Beauty was already dead.
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Oh Dear, none at the moment!
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So soon? Well, we hope you come back shortly. Before you go, however, please drop by our selection of artists, and writers.
Here at The Witching Hour, we love art, and love to spread the word about artists that have caught our eye.
» Sanctioned
» Mooka
» Nite
» Spork
» Sunneh
» Poochi
» Crystal
» Riddles
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