Mr. Death among other things.

More story concepts to launch at you people, but first, some updates on my current stories.

-Next chapter of Beautiful World is in fact being written, just a big-ass writers block halted that. Now I know how to go about it and decided against writing it as a full-fledged novel and am keeping it to a series of short chapters.

-My Dear Little Remi won't be seen by anybody until it's done, or unless people want to volunteer to read and edit it. It's about 50 pages along and the actual story's maybe a third of the way done. Which means it's going to become the DNF of my stories, but this is a novel I intend to get self-published at some point. More details when I know what they are.

-Finale to the infamous Christmas story is coming, shut the hell up. I actually have to find it.

-My exploits with a gay man and a limbless woman in my basement will eventually come to fruition, I'm just sitting on some ideas right now.

-Two short pieces are in the works right now, you'll see them eventually.

Now for the two story concepts. The first centers around a very basic, very cliched story set-up that's probably been done before, but big fucking whoop, I'm doing it anyway. Simply going under the handle of Mr. Death for now, the story is about a classy gentleman who always visits a dingy diner in the earliest times of the morning and makes conversation with the young waitress working the graveyard shift there. He tells her stories of his exploits and adventures. The catch? He's Mr. Death, the grim reaper of sorts. A first attempt at a rather serious tale, these will be a series of short stories dealing with... well, the concepts of mortality. He's meant to be a detached man who offers no judgment on his victims or his job, but the waitress he tells his stories to brings a human outlook to them, which over time might serve to change his view on how to do his job. Yes, it's going to be depressing. IT'S DEALING WITH DEATH, WHY THE FUCK WOULDN'T IT?

The second is an expansion on an early story. Some of you may recall a love letter, a story about two idiots who learn to fall in love. Well, I'm going to flesh it out more. In fact, I'm rewriting and making the original longer and more wordy or some shit. It'll follow Dan and Eve's tropes through High School, through college, and beyond. Two irrational morons juggling their feelings around for a funny yet occasionally touching love story. WHAT? I CAN WRITE LOVE STORIES TOO, DAMMIT. EVEN I GET TIRED OF WRITING ABOUT RAPE AND DRUG TRIPS AND GRATUITOUS MURDER EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE.

But right, there's an announcement for you idiots, and I hope you have a miserable Christmas like I certainly will.