Well, I dont usualy create many stories, but I sopose considering I sometimes have bursts of creativity, I sometimes come up with somthing awsome. I hope you enjoy :D Every Light There once was a man, like any other man. During his childhood, he grew up a kind, and respectful kid. But, not unlike any other kid, he was picked on, made fun of, and had few friends. He never seemed to fit in, and he felt like he was always left behind. There was a reason why he was like how he was, and that reason was fear. But one day, he was fed up with being afraid, and did something about it. But before I tell you, yes you, sitting at your computer reading this, what he did, I’ll take you for a little ride in this one man's life. His name was John Randerson. Well, you see, John was an abnormal boy growing up. For some odd reason, he was kind, respectful, and always did as he was told. The reason behind this was a fear he had. Without him actually realizing it, his entire life revolved around a secret fear, not even he was aware of. Now, this fear was brought about at a very early age. One day, when he was but a toddler, His mother snapped. She went on a rampage of extreme anger, trashing everything, yelling, screaming, swearing, and other acts of extreme anger, and all John could do is cower in fear, and watch in terror. Now, for awhile, John was afraid of his mother, but it eventually passed. But, A few years later, it happened again, his mother going on a rampage, yelling, screaming and swearing. And just as before, he eventually got over it. But, as he got older, his mother did this repeatedly, over and over and over again, until the fear would fade no longer. Now, let’s skip ahead a few years, say about to when John was 13. Oh yes, unlucky 13. How He hated the number so. But anyways, back to the story. Now, John was 13, a very kind boy, kinder than most he knew. He would always be smiling, nearly every time you saw him. But, some would say that smile only covered his fear, and sadness. I never knew if it healthy to hold it all in, but oh well, it’s not my story anyways. Well, not much had ever changed in his life, he lived his life day in, and day out, always just thinking, and hiding what he truly held inside. His mother was still the ***** she'd always been, his father still the same jackass he'd always been, and he was just caught up in the middle. Now, by this time, he started to notice his parents would be fighting over the stupidest things, arguing and yelling, and John would just want it to stop. But he just stayed away, hiding in fear, just wanting peace. Unfortunately, he always knew there was nothing he could ever do but listen. Now, 13 was the year John finally began to realize something, but he never truly knew what. One day, His mother went on one of her rampages, and as usual, she did her usual thing and yelled, screamed, and swore. But, this time, John snapped. He finally got caught up with his life, and realized it was crap, and the reason why was because of his mother. Now, I know what you’re thinking, this is the part where he does whatever he does the narrator was talking about in the beginning, but I’m afraid your wrong my friend, so very wrong. Now, this time, He wasn’t afraid, he sat and did nothing, just as he would always do before, but this time, the fear was gone, and replaced by an anger of his own, an extreme rage burning as a wild fire burns in the hot summer months. (Well, it's hot in most places in the summer, so I apologize to any Alaskan people reading this.) Now, this is around the part he does what the narrator was talking about in the beginning, so go ahead and pat yourself on the back now. Well, anyways, John went on living as usual, listening to his mother rampage, and him doing nothing. But, one day, when he was only 14, his mother went on her usual rampage, and John was listening to it. His mother carried on until late into the night. Afterwards, she went to bed with an enraged look on her face, and eventually fell asleep. Now, with both his parents asleep, he did something that would end everything once and for all. He went into the kitchen, and found a butcher's knife. He took it in his hand, and headed for his parents’ bedroom. He crept in, and stood over his father, and with one swift movement, he took his father’s life. He ended if so quickly, and so precisely, his father didn’t make a sound, and his mother was still asleep. He felt it was best to save the best for last. Now, with his father’s blood on his hands, he moved over to his mother. She seemed so peaceful sleeping; it almost gave John a hint of guilt. Almost. Now, this time, he wasn’t so precise; he wanted to make her suffer in death. He took the knife covered in blood, and stuck it in her mother's chest. His mother screamed and moaned in pain, but couldn’t get a loud enough sound out. No one could her scream. She bled to death. It was a slow, painful death. Now, with all Johns’ anger gone, taken out on his parents, he felt empty. An empty shell with no meaning. Now, John, 14, an orphan with a reputation, left his home, and wondered his town, longing for a purpose. But, he had none. In his life, running from police, searching for a purpose with all drive gone, and just looking for someone to turn to, for guilt had finally caught up to him. He kept trekking forward, and living his life as he was forced to. In his life, growing up, he turned to drugs an alcohol for relief from the guilt. But as the story goes, soon the drink would not supply the buzz it used to, and the drug lost its oomph. Now, lost in the world, he kept living the hell he was confined to. Now, I could drag on about his life till the point in the story I want to get to, but instead, ill just fast forward through a couple of years in John’s life. Now, finally we are reaching a closure in this story. But, you’ll have to read on to see how it ends, unless you’re that cheater who just skips to the end of the story to see how it ends, and you can spoil everyone's fun. However, if that's not you, I apologize for the time I have just stole from your life, but oh well, get over it. So, anyways, where was I? I got off track for a second. Oh yes, Now, little John wasn’t so little any more. Now, John was 45. He seemed to be a decent young man. But, he had been running his entire life, not only from the police, but his guilt too. John has lived his life, has found someone to love, got a nice job, and was like any other happy couple. Except, this one couple had a dark secret, for John’s wife had unknowingly gotten herself involved. Oh that fool, she should have run when she had the chance. I pity her soul. Shortly after her and John’s wedding, she did some research so that she may add John’s family to her family tree. Big mistake on her part. Now, John’s wife brought up a touchy subject. Perhaps too touchy. She found out that John murdered his parents at the age of 14. With a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, she asked John about it, thinking it was a lie he had the right to know about. Now, I know what you’re thinking, Why didn’t this come up at their wedding, where is his parents? John told his wife his parents died in a car crash, and he was adopted by an elderly couple, who died after he moved out. Unfortunately, she bought it. Now, after she told John about this, she realized something was terribly wrong. All of a sudden, all his rage from his childhood had returned. As if losing all control, he tackled her, and put his hands around her throat. With great rage, he yelled "No one must ever know about it! No one!" Without a though about it, he choked his wife to death. Unfortunately, he wasn’t as cunning this time. Now, with all the pain from his childhood returned, and the blood of 3 people on his hands, he completely snapped, and went insane. A few days after the murder of his wife, he was caught, and brought to an insane asylum. He was kept in a padded room with a straight jacket. He received very few visitors. But, one of the visitors asked him a question he had been asked before, but never gave a straight answer to. "Why did you do it?" But for one odd reason, this time was different. In the sanest voice he could ever manage, he whispered "Every light casts a shadow. My shadow just got the best of me..." With an odd silence, the visitor just stood there. But shortly, the silence was broken, and John began to laugh. Shortly after, the visitor left, and John just sat in his padded room for the rest of his days. Or did he? The next day, John Randerson died, age 45. His cause of death is unknown. He actually should have had about another good 40 years left in him. But oh well, his hell was finally over, and he rested in peace. Now, the story is finally at its end, and I thank you for reading on until this point. I apologies for any disturbing images reading this may have caused, and to anybody with a faint heart. This is all just a story, so there is no need to worry, you can go on with your life; care free without the fear of any John Randerson knocking at your window. Well, pleasant dreams and good night.
Interesting, though the syntax of your sentences often sounds awkward and you could use some grammatical revision throughout. The diction employed through the passage would convey your meaning better if it was a tad more sophisticated, in my opinion.
Okay, noted. To be honest I just typed this up on a note pad document, and copy and pasted here XD But thankyou for your input :D
