The Dink Network

One day I was walking down the beach and I saw a wave of dead bodies surfacing to the top of the water. The wave of dead bodies swirled around until it made a typhoon of flesh.
Grey clouds formed in the heavens and it began to rain blood. Thunder clapped every few seconds which made me jump wildly, until suddenly, a deformed face was formed within the clouds. The typhoon sank into the ocean which created a gory ripple. The ocean was now dyed in dark red and flesh.
The ocean overflowed and began to slowly move toward me. I fled into town to try to escape the wave of blood, but it was no use, for the ocean was creeping up on me to quickly. When I reached town, I gasped at the sight of a desolate and ruined countryside filled with the remains of civilians and houses.
Alas, the waters reached me, and I drowned within them.

Fin

that's weird, gross, and excessively disturbing! yet strangely entertaining.

LOL!!

Not too bad, son. You need to work on the linguistics - currently, it sounds explicitly amateur. With a little work on the wording, you could have the premise for a fantastic and beautifully brutal gothic work.

Awesome.
I felt like writing something too because I was bored. I suck at writing though but oh well, I'll give it a go:

It took place on an old dirt road in the middle of what appeared to be nowhere. Accompanied by only a few passing tumbleweed and the occasional sound of a blood-curdling scream echoing from the distance, I could only wonder what must lie ahead. The dusty air made it hard to breathe, and the path ahead was unclear, it became obvious that a dust storm was forming. I needed to find cover, but a quick glance in every direction reminded me that it was all desert and sand dunes as far as the eye could see. I was extremely thirsty and the screams that could still be heard in the distance assured me that there was danger ahead. I reached into my backpack only to discover that my last elixir was missing. Determined not to give up, I pulled my claw sword from my new holster attached to my green tights and continued on down the road. I soon stumbled upon a sign somewhere off to the side of the road, almost completely camouflaged on what must have been the only tree for miles. It was difficult to focus on the sign, my vision blurred from extreme dehydration, although some how I was able to make it out, it read "Death For Life". Wondering if my eyes had deceived me, I was confused and disorientated. I unwillingly fell to the ground, I was unable to go on. Exhausting the last of my energy, I sat up, my back resting against the tree trunk. I couldn't keep my eyes open, I was completely exhausted. Thoughts of the horrors lurking in the night filled my head as I dozed off.
I was woken by a loud roar, my eyes opened to reveal a slayer a few meters from me, mouth drooling, a red gleam in it's eyes. Still exhausted and dehydrated, I was unable to fight. The slayer bolted towards me, it was hopeless, I couldn't even move. As the slayer's long sharp claw made contact with my chest, my life began to flash. Hundreds of memories flashed before my eyes, some I was sure were long forgotten. Recapping my past, every inch this weapon of memories drove further into my chest they flashed by faster, fearful memories, angry memories, sadness, joy, laughter, relaxation, pain and then.. nothing.

This is a little something from my Book, yes, i'm still typing it to the computer, and yes, i'm a very slow typer when i want to make as little mistakes as possible.

'...I was standing in a huge cavern, Dad and Bill were talking about something over by a table laden with pottery and gold. I stood in the sunlight that came through the huge hole in the cavern roof. I was holding something in my hands, I looked down to see a piece of jewelry, a necklace with a small pendant, in my hands. but it reflected the light so well, that I couldn't see what it was. the light seemed to glow brighter and brighter, until it engulfed me. then, I was standing in a town full of...
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" I screamed as I shot up in bed. 'JUST A DREAM, JUST A DREAM...'

Have you ever been in a situation where you just know you're going to die? Perhaps not - most piles of dead men's bones are heedless to the words of the living. Nor do they particularly have any need for living men, unless they may score new flesh, sinews: new life.
The Simpson Desert is a lonely place, though I am almost certainly accompanied by a hundred ghouls, silently stalking like hyenas awaiting the blackmanes fall.

(I've gotta go to school, so I'll finish this later. Even though I'm a critic, I still am just a newB writer, so what do you guys reckon?)
ED. actually, I can't be bothered finishing this off...

Cool. I like it.

it's pretty nice, better then a certain story about manatees a freind wrote. What do you think of mine?

Its pretty good.

thanks, that was the only part i could find that didn't give too much away.

I'm feelin' it, kris - maybe put in a few more sensory features... what does the sun light look like, feel like? what does the cave smell like? y'know what I mean.

well, this much i will tell you, Tristan (the main character) is experiencing this in a dream, so later on, i can elaborate more.

Lol. You guys have a vivid imaginattion.