A bit about me
I'd prefer to remain anonymous. However, I will quote Wilde:
"Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself."
If some information is needed, I'm a male teenager studying Maths.
I chose my nickname because I wanted something short, catchy and mysterious.
General notes on my stories
Thanks to anyone who's written a review of any of my stories. Criticism is welcome, though it should preferably be constructive.
As far as I know, everything I've written is original to a reasonable extent, even if general ideas are not (e.g. I know that Isaac Asimov wrote a short story where a computer created the world, but I'm not aware of any story with the twist I've added). I'm not naive enough to believe that other people can't have independently thought the same things as me. If you see any stories similar to mine that predate them, I’d be grateful if you point them out to me.
What I've written
Pun based comedies
A Fantasy Novel is a vaguely coherent parody of a fantasy novel. Mainly though, it's just a collection of bad jokes. When I wrote the first chapter I didn't think it likely that I'd continue with it, but reviews have been surprisingly positive, so I've kept going. Something will happen at some point, so don't worry.
Hacbeth is of a similar vein (or cliché), though it is slightly more coherent, and is very roughly based around two of Shakespeare's plays (guess which ones). It predates A Fantasy Novel, but I've updated it slightly as I reused some of the jokes.
Other comedies
The Sandcastle was my first story on this site and is under 100 words long. It is a "sinister story of sea, sand and sun".
In The Beginning is even shorter. With both of these stories, it would probably be both quicker and more effective to just read them than a description.
Poetry
There Was A Crooked Man (updated version) is an adaptation of a nursery rhyme. I think the original is pretty well known, but if you haven't read it, this will probably just seem stupid. It's an old poem that I wrote once in an English class. It made a few people laugh then, so I've decided to try putting it up.
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