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PART # 1 

DISCRIPTIONS OF THE WORLD AS SEEN THROUGH THE BLOOD-SHOT EYES OF KEVIN STING. THE FIRST PAGE OF THE LIST WILL FOLLOW THIS INTRODUCTION:

FIRST:

EXPLAINING KEVIN STING, AND WHAT MAY LURK WITHIN THE DARKSIDE OF HIS MIND, (OR WHATS LEFT OF IT.)

Kevin Stings' Brain is continually in motion, but at times it seems to abruptly leave the road and head for the ditch. Kevin is a man who has been known to attack each new day with one-half of his brain tied behind his back, and also swears that he can hear the sound of 'One hand' Clapping. (I for one, believe he can).

One dark rainy night during a full moon Kevin put his pen down began staring out the window at the night time sky and began to speak into a tape recorder that was almost as old as he was, but still worked (for some strange reason.) The batteries were worn out so he plugged it into a plug receptal hanging from the ceiling. (When you live in a Dirt Room you take what you can get.)

What he intended was to record his thoughts, his discriptions of the world, and the people who lived in it. He had always referred to them as the 'Others,' the 'Human Beings', or those who lived on the 'Lightside.' 

He really never explained why, but as I got to know him it became more clear that he never considered himself a part of that 'normal' world. His own world was quite different, and very dark. He knew this kind of world very well, (maybe too well at times.)

The "Others" (as he called them) had the beautiful sunlight to illuminate their happy days; his own was the much dimmer moonlight that was of little help, but it drew his attention much like a moth that cannot resist flying toward an almost certain death in the flame. At times it did drive him a little crazy, and it shows in his writings.

But lets not delve too much into what I know of kevin Sting. Instead I will type out the words that he has recorded but refuses to write about. I feel that by illuminating kevins' thougts it may help, and assist new Authors who find that 'Discription' is very difficult for them. New authors sometimes write great stories, but in the end, after reading them over, realize that something is missing. That 'something' is the ability to discribe people, their behavior, their emotions, and the situations they are experiencing which includes those persons reactions to particular situations.

Sometimes, for the newer authors it is just too difficult to imagine, and write about those things that they, (for one reason or another, possibly being young,) have never experienced all that the world holds. They sometimes find themselves at a loss to  paint their imagined pictures with the eloquence the story may demand. 

I feel that Kevins' dark thoughts, and years of studying the 'Others', as he watched and studied them and their behavior, may assist new writers in some way, or maybe not, time will tell.

 I can't vouch for everything that he contributes and because of that fact, I will be typing out the words that he has recorded, (at least the ones that I can under-stand,) because sometimes they are a little garbled as the moon rises higher in the sky, and he finally notices it and kind of loses his train of thought. In those particular moments in time, he is more interested in understanding why it can move, but only when his attention is diverted to other things.

As time goes by, and Kevin records more of these little gems I will add more to the list of discriptions.  Because as I stated, kevins' mind is continually busy  and there will be more, believe me. As you can understand he speaks from a world we can barely imagine or ever know, unless we are unlucky enough to visit it for a brief time during our nightmares. 

Are all of his Discriptions from that area? No, they aren't, but if you find some that are too complex to understand, you may have hit on one or two of those that make sense.

Now, it is time, to enter the mind, and darkness....of Kevin Sting. I'll turn the tape recorder on and begin transcribing his words as they discribe his thoughts.

For want of a better term, you may just refer to them as 'Scribblings and Dribblings.' (And some are,) but with that said, if you can make use of anything written here, you are welcome to take them and use them as your own. Eventually, in the future, this may be published as an E-Book, and possibly sold.....but that remains to be seen; until then...it remains Free.

Sometimes Kevin wonders about those he always referred to as the "Others." He noticed that there were many who did not quite fit into society, and drew strange and irractic pictures of them in his mind, (not realizing that he too, was one of 'them.')

In the meantime you may use kevins' discriptions of how he sees, (or does not see) the world in any way you deem useful in your written work. You still must realize that everything on this website is copyrighted, and though you have the use, you do not have the right to copy entire pages, (Yet). 

TIP:

THESE DISCRIPTIONS ARE BEING TYPED OUT JUST THE WAY THEY WERE SPOKEN INTO THE TAPE RECORDER, THUS THEY ARE NOT IN ORDER. IN THE FUTURE, WHEN I HAVE THE TIME I WILL ORGANIZE THEM SUBJECT-WISE TO MAKE IT MORE SIMPLE TO SEARCH THEM.

ADDED NOTE:

Do not follow the simple examples of Punctuation shown in the 'Discriptions' List. My Literature teacher while grading my work felt that it would not be appropriate to give me an 'F' and so gave me a 'G'....Thinking that stood for (G)reat, I left that class feeling satisfied that I had received the highest of awards. (Apparently I was mistaken.)

And please Remember ownership of any material here remains in my posession; and so you cannot copy these pages in their entirety and publish them. You may only borrow what you need for your stories ideas etc. We're certainly happy to allow you to do that.

Thank you!

(You may notice that I am inserting subject titles to assist you, as you look for information. And please take into consideration that Kevin Sting is a man who believes that someone hangs the moon out there in the sky each night just so he can stare at. Anyone with that kind of thinking  has to be a little light in the sneakers.

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NOW THE DISCRIPTIONS:

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NIGHTMARES:

1) Disorderly chaotic scenes ran through his Brain ( like runaway nightmares.)

BEING ALONE:

2) For years he had (only been visited by the wind) as he lived in hiding among the silent empty forgotten buildings inhabited by snakes, spiders and large rats,

SKIN DISEASE:

3) The sores covering his body soon developed into (a huge collage of grotesque configuarations) resembling the work of a painter gone mad, and now working for the devil himself.

THE SOUND OF RAIN:

4) Rain (drummed on the roof) like the footseteps of hundreds who had made their way to the cemetery before him.

ANGER:

5) (Blind rage) covered his mind like a fiery veil.

DEEP DEPRESSION:

6) He now knew that he was being dragged down into a deep black pit, into the darkness of an ugly hole filled with thousands of miserable souls lost to the hell that had sucked them down to join the lost.

GROTESQUE LOOKING:

7)  The features of the illuminated face (was hideous beyond discription.)

A DISCRIPTION OF TERROR:

8) The terror of the moment ( braided itself, and tied together the last few single cords that were needed to complete the death noose.)

REACTION TO THE ABSENCE OF SOUND:

9) He (shuddered) in the (quiet silence) that enveloped everything.

EYES/ A WAY OF LOOKING AT A SCENE:

10) His (eyes were riveted) on the figure (emerging from the dark shadows.) This was something he prayed for, but hoped would never happen. Death had come to visit the dying once again...

EMOTIONALTERROR:

11) (Terror stricken,) he....

EMOTIONAL REACTION TO FEAR:

12) He felt his (heart begin to race...)

THE LOOK OF FEAR:

13) Fear (was reflected in his eyes.)

DEFEATED:

A TYPE OF FEAR:

15) The (raging fear) gave no sign of letting up...

SILENCE:

16) Immediately there came an (awkward silence..)

SOMETHING REFLECTIVE:

17) They (gleamed in the bright light of day) like steel bands polished to a lustre finish, blinding and luminous..

BREATHING:

18) His (lungs felt as if they were on fire), as he wheezed and gasped for breath....

EMOTIONAL MOMENT:

19) It was a (compelling moment ) that he would never forget...

ESCAPING FROM A BURNING BUILDING:

20) People began (pouring) (boiling) out like escaping steam from an old tea kettle as the fire raged on...

UNHAPPY LOOK:

21) He had a (pained) smile on his face...

THE ACTION OF LIGHTNING:

22) The (red/blue fiery lightning) lit up the dark street before him..

WAKING UP:

23) He was (slow to awaken, his mouth dry, like wet cotton) on a rain drenched field, he.....

BODY SICKNESS:

24) Sore throat..

25) aching chest...

26) Blurred vision..

EMOTIONAL DEFEAT:

27) Loss of control...

BURNED OUT PHYSICALLY:

28) Sweat drenched, and physically drained he...

STORM CLOUDS:

29) The (angry clouds) moved across the sky looking like shadows of doom

THE ARRIVAL OF DEATH:

30) The small cold damp room seemed lonely, empty and isolated; he hardly noticed the dark figure of death as it obscurred the moonlight in the doorway....

THE WORRY ABOUT DYING:

31) At times he felt that his only job was to keep track of the dead or dying, and wondered whether his own name would also to appear any time soon within the print of his own records. He knew that it was only a question of time...

SKIN DISEASE:

32) The (unhealthy dark red blotches) covered his face like a sick mask from hell...

AIR/WARM/DAMP/HUMID:

33) The night time air was warm; and as damp as it was dark. The unmoving dew painted leaves gave him the feeling that whatever lurked in the shadows out there would be the only movement he would see tonight, if he was lucky enough to see it, before it had seen him...

FEELING LOST:

34) He felt (especially lost.) Never had this (dark empty feeling) come over him before and it was (totally unfamiliar.)

SOMETHING DESTROYING ITSELF FROM WITHIN:

35) It began slowly, with a cracking sound; breaking within itself,then finally crumbling away, turning itself into nothingness.....

A DISCRIPTION OF THE DARKNESS:

36) The night was (empty of sound,) as quiet as a cemetery at midnight. He imagined it as the huge ocean that lay (waiting)silently) for a lost ship to finally fail and be swallowed by the depths below. It had the time, and could wait forever if need be. The (silent darkness) would also wait, but for who?

FACIAL FEATURES:

37) He was not someone easily forgotten. A Hawk-nosed, Pig faaced piece of a man, with a curled lip and heart of stone. Passing him on the street would turn the stomach of even the stoutest heart.

STRANGE MOUTH:

 38) At times his tight little mouth moved as if it were not quite a part of the face it was attatched to.

INTERESTING CHARACTER:

39) He had a funny look about him...

THE SOUND OF ANGER:

40) The venom in his voice did not go unnoticed...

DIFFICULTY IN WALKING:

41) Laborously he trudged on...

HIDING:

42)He (stood motionless) in the dim light, hoping not to be seen...

A STRANGE FEELING OF BEING WATCHED:

43) He sensed someone, or something staring from the darkness..

FACIAL DISSATISFACTION

44) :A slight frown indicated his quiet dissatisfaction...

 OVER CONFIDENT:

45) He (smirked) and ran his (long bony fingers) through his (stringy dirty hair).

HARSH WARNING:

46) He quickly snarled a warning...

WALKING ON TERRAIN:

47) He walked down a (gently sloping) hill....

NOT QUITE AGREEABLE:

48) He raised on eyebrow at the question...

SLIGHTLY SURPRISED:

49) At this second question he shot a quick glance at the other man..

COMPLETELY SURPRISED:

50) Taken off guard, his mind reeled....

A MELLOW STATE OF MIND:

51) The quiet beauty  of the land before him was truly a relaxing experience...

APPEARANCE OF FOG:

52) A whispy plume of shwite smoke filled in the empty spaces within the fog ahead of him...

DISTURBED, HE STARES:

53) He riveted a narrow glance at the man who had shown discontent...

CAMPING:

54) The dead fire showed no signs of coming back to life...

HIS MIND WANDERED:

55) Then his thoughts drifted away to another place in time, one with memories of the living...

AUTUMN/FALL:

56) The bright sunlight penetrated the tranclucent leaves, painting them an orange-yellow color....

SURPRISED/DANGER:

57) He stared intently at the horrifying scene he had abruptly come upon...

SUN-DOWN:

58) The bright hot ball of fire had just touched down on the horizon. Darkness would soon follow like a magnet....

A LONELY SOUND:

59) It was a haunting lonely sound; much like a terribly painful cry from deep in the wilderness from a wounded aniaml that knew no hope of recovery....

THE FURY OF A STORM:

60) A heavy gust of wind shook the little cabin to its' foundation as the storm continued its' relentless fury....

NO LONGER ABLE TO LOOK:

61) He was finally able to tear his eyes away from the scene that his mind could no longer ENDURE.

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