You know that you have seen this all before; this yellow brick road and its apple trees. The Close, The Close. Carry on with your lives. I had to tell Emily a couple of days sago. There was no way I could keep covering it up. The Lamb and the Dragon.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013. I suppose this is more of a formality at this point, but hey, why not. There are several reasons for that. A slowdown in blogosphere activity, a greater focus on my fiction writing, and a general decline in interest on my part. And my Slenderblog, Picking at Ruins. Wednesday, August 15, 2012. Okay, maybe not EVERYTHI.

The past is filled with pain and suffering, but all is well if you have fun living. Friday, October 7, 2011. I doubt this will ever be seen by anyone. Some things must be said before the end. I will miss you so much. I am so sorry I could not come back to KILL your buddies Greenie and Forgie. Maybe the next guy will. In any case, I hope Bigfoot eats your soul or something. Your Boyfriend is as good .

Being a Tale of Danger and Fear Involving the Evasion of a Very Slender Man. Wednesday, April 18, 2012. Died early the morning of April 14th. Saturday, April 14, 2012. Remember me, and try to give everyone a fair shot.

Do not toy with fire. Unless you know that you are learning. Because the only true way forwards. Is when your world is burning. He tries to make another break for it, darting to one side. In a blink, the monster adjusts. He skids to a halt and moves back in the other direction. I have enough of an angle of vision to see him grin. Confidence? I fucking DARE YOU! Have you figured it out? His voice was strained.

Sunday, April 1, 2012. The morning of her death, she met with Spencer Fitzgerald. As the two had previously arranged. Spencer brought some herbs that were allegedly for healing her arm but were maybe just some homeopathic bullshit or a complete lie. The squad following her fl.

Monday, November 14, 2011. I was put into physical therapy for a few weeks. Had to relearn walking, moving my arms, even breathing normally. And after I got home? I followed him through the fog, trying to keep up with his much bigger strides. And amazingly he seemed to be telling the truth. As I followed him the screams grew closer and finally we stepped into an area that was still quite .

Wednesday, August 22, 2012. Sounds of gunshots followed by yelling in the background, unable to pick up words. heavy breathing and footsteps pounding against wet pavement. loud crash and more gunshots before what is presumably a door being shut and locked followed by several minutes of white noise interspersed with garbled unintelligible sounds. Those motherfuckers herded me into a dead-end.

Sunday, March 25, 2012. Fuck ALL of you guys. I tried to be friendly. I tried to be hospitable. And everything I do just gets spat back in my face. I just wanted to write a story about a guy who fights a cool-looking monster I saw on the internet. I just wanted to get involved with writing groups again, maybe make some friends.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012. I Am True to My Word. Will I remember it? Will the dreams be filled with the memories I have created these past few days? The emotional exhaustion. I am even having some memory issues again. This was Pure Joy for me. I feel compelled to finish this. Find the one who specifically ordered the Killteams to hunt us. The Joy may begin anew. Monday, August 27, 2012. I Think I lost my trai.