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A Slender Story concept I may pursue ...
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punxtr
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 		Well, um, shit. Yeah, I've been modeling my own character very similar to this. Well, I never felt my idea was original... I just felt it wasn't done.
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PostPosted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:03 pm
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JustJim
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 		Thanks guys, I appreciate the interest and the revival of the thread. I've been toying around a bit more with it. No real new content, but I do have a new idea for something different entirely. I won't spoil the story as much as I have with my other idea, but I will say this:

It'll be set in rural Louisiana, close to New Orleans. Sometime in the early 20th century, in or around The Depression. A former resident has returned to his hometown upon the insistence of his dying uncle. As he enters the town, flooded by memories good and bad, he overhears local children playing and talking of a Monsieur Dimanche or "Mr. Sunday."

That's all I'll say for now, but I've drawn some thematic inspiration from Hank III's latest album "Ghost to a Ghost," particularly the second disc. There's something in the midst of the Louisiana Bayou and the swamps that carries an aura of darkness and mystery. It could make for some tremendous atmosphere.

I'm still going to pursue both ideas, but for now I can't get the second one out of my mind. More updates to come, thanks for the interest!

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hsemagliG
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 		Bro I love this idea. I honestly think that if you did it as a novel, it'd make a great mystery/thriller. I don't have any degrees in writing or anything like that, but if you ever wanted any help with something like this, pm me and I'll be happy to share any ideas and thoughts with you.
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hsemagliG
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JustJim wrote:
Finally had a bit of free time tonight, so I thought I'd do a bit of writing. I think, at least initially, this will take for as a short story/series of stories. This isn't all of what I have in mind, obviously, but I thought I'd write up a scene. Perhaps this isn't the standard way of going about making a Slender Man story, but I work best with feedback so perhaps inching my way into the pool will work better than jumping in and hoping I've got something good.

Consider this a preview of sorts:

The Operator

The clock flashes "12:00" in blocky, red numerals, disappearing and reappearing again. It's the only light piercing through the perfect darkness. The flashing is the sole semblance of motion disturbing the perfect stillness. The faint, barely audible buzz is the only noise in the horrifying silence. It's staring me right in the face, through the slats in the doorway, down the hallway, in the bedroom, sitting on the dresser. The double zeros see me. They see through me. They see everything I'm going to do, though it only exists in my head; a movie trailer that reveals the whole plot. It's a small comfort when it changes to a flashing "12:01."

This is all playing out exactly as I'd planned. Granted, I hadn't expected the mask to make it this hard to breath. Nor had I anticipated exactly how hot the suit would be in this closet. But it doesn't matter, this horrible machine has already been set in motion. Act one stoked the fire, act two had carried things to a fever pitch, and now that the climax is upon us it's too late to stop. To use a quote disturbingly close to its original context, "Tonight's the night, and it's going to happen again, and again. It has to happen." Now if only that damn door would swing open.

I've watched him for weeks. I smiled when he made the Marble Hornets channel his homepage. I smirked when he began to look over his shoulder wherever he was. I laughed when he stopped wearing a suit to work. All the while, I watched him. First, from the forest, on the periphery of his world. A spec that made him take a second glance whenever he'd pass the bay window. Then I'd walk past his window late at night, letting him catch a glimpse, but disappearing when he'd summon the courage to investigate. Gradually I became his shadow. Everywhere he was, I'd be there. Sometimes he'd see me. Sometimes he wouldn't. But no matter what, I knew he could feel my presence. It showed in the tremble in his gait. It was in the tremor his voice. It was plastered all over the fake smile he'd put on around others. He's following the arrows I've placed before him. Reading my script. Acting out my stage directions. It's astounding just how willing some people are to be part of a show. All that's needed is a bit of motivation. A guiding hand. An Operator.


Apart from the blatant MH reference, I love this. Honestly, if you made the slender theme more subtle, you would have fucking gold. If this was a book, I'd buy it. Also, it's late so excuse me if I made any big spelling errors lol
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JustJim
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 		Thanks for the feedback on both ideas, hsemagliG. Both stories will almost certainly take novel/short story form. The Operator does make blatant MH references, but I'm designing that story to exist in a realm where MH is simply a work of fiction from which the narrator's desire to become The Slender Man grows. I've no intention of any sort of gamejack or crossover, so need to worry about that.

The Louisiana-based one is even more out there compared to typical Slender Man stories. I've got something pretty different in mind, and it may even ruffle some feathers. As soon as I get some decent writing time, I'll post a preview segment, of sorts, as I did with The Operator.

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