little poem, not much.

A truth hidden behind closed eyes, a truth hidden in the darkest times. A truth hidden in the way you smile, a truth stretched across a mile. A truth that i cant find, a truth that we left behind. A truth that will never be, is the truth about you and me. 

section from a story i just finished

Raven made it back to the home and up to her room just in time for the break down.

   She lay on her bed, huddled into a fetal position. Hugging her legs to her face, Raven let out cry after shrill cry. Ravens body started to convulse, shaking violently as if she were lying on a live wire. Suddenly, in a flurry of motion Raven thrust out her hands, gripping the bed frame and ripping up the blanket. She arched her back and screamed out as if someone was driving a red hot metal spike into her core. Violently Raven threw herself against the bed again, trying so hard to slip into it forever.

   Raven scurried to the end of her bed and threw up, and then it was over.

   She lay on her bed for a while, breathing, thinking, focusing. She needed it to stop, to cease forever so she could live and stop this worrying. She lay on her bed until she fell asleep, still in her tear soaked clothes.

i have been planning to do this for a while but havent gotten around to it.

  Do you know what its like to have your heart ripped out of you? You dont do you? Its a pain, the pain that feels like tiny needles stabbing your very soul.  Its the pain that comes from love, from life, and from loss. Its the kind of pain that you feel when you're being forced to watch the one you used to love live on day to day in someone elses arms. The kind of pain  you feel when you try to forget but realize you cant. Its when you realize you can not and will not forget all the good times, all the great moments, and all the beautiful memories. The kind of pain you feel when you beg yourself to stop caring but you still cant. Its the pain you feel when you know you ahve moved on but still remember what could have been. And its the pain you feel when you know the one who left has no idea how you feel. -tuck

i need your help.

I need something to write. Any ideas? -tuck

its... something.

 "this flesh is flesh of sin. the death of this world is about to begin. the earth will flow with fire and wrath, because nobody has chosen the right path." -tuck

announcement.

hey you guys, sorry im wasting your time with this,but i just realized that two things below this i posted a quote and then i noticed that someone had +1'd it.yeah so, i was just wondering who that was... thanks! tuck out! -tuck

are you ever...?

are you ever the first one walking in the hallway and you feel like your being chased by zombies? i do this alot! -tuck

a good writer once said

a good writer once said, " live like your dying or your die without living." -tuck

its a short story, with a twist!

            I threw myself against a tree trunk,panting as I sank to my knees to remain unseen. The  grip on the assault rifle was in my right hand and the barrel guard was in my left. I already knew my gun was loaded and ready to shoot, all i had to do was flip the safety. i sat waiting as i took stock of my surroundings; that's when my phone vibrated. I adjusted my gun so my finger was on the safety as i used my left hand to get my phone from my pocket. It was a text, "NOW. WEST." was all it said. i knew what it meant.
            i leaped up, flicked the safety, and shot to the west, immediately following with running to the east. I jacked the slide on my rifle to allow another modified bullet to slide into the chamber just as i slid behind another tree. I quickly switched to full auto on my gun, and fired off four rounds the direction i had come, three over to the north, and five more over to the south; i fired until my slide flipped back, indicating the loss of ammo. I didn't have to look, i knew my bullets had struck where they needed to. i had no time to reload, i flung down my gun onto the soft ground as i reached in my other pocket for the detonator. I soon found what i was looking for, a small one inch by one inch metal square. i easily flicked it open as if it were a lighter. inside there was a small red button, i pressed it and pushed myself up against the tree, just as the first explosions started to go off. i felt the heat rush over me, i felt the entire battle field shake.
            my ears were ringing by time it was all over, i peeled myself off the scorched tree and felt my phone vibrate once again. I guess this air-soft war if over i mumbled as i checked my phone. 

                                                                                    -tuck       

new word

i learned a new word today, it is: squeegee. it would be a good word in scrable. tuck out. -tuck

great last couple of hours

hey you guys, i know this blog is centered around writing but i just wanted to brief you guys on my weekend so far. well last night i was meant to go to shooting competition with my dad at big woods goods shooting gallery. but instead we just went across the street to hi caliber and shot a couple zombies with a 22 revolver, pistol, and rifle, a 9 mm pistol, and a 45 caliber colt 1911 pistol (favorite!!) so that was awesome! and today was spent at a writing group and then my dads tattoo shop! and just recently i reconnected with an old friend of mine named Whitney who is also a writer (hey Whitney!) and maybe we will see her on here sometime. but i guess that's it, gotta go home and eat some chicken!! see you guys some other time. tuck out. -tuck  

force of paranoia part 1.

Four years ago I was told I had something called paranoia. I don't believe it; of course they would tell me that, they wanted me to believe it. But I knew and still know that it was another lie, another lie to control me. And so here I stand, on the edge of the building. The day is October ninth, two thousand-nine. No one knows I'm here. No one cares. I am here to jump; to end it for good. One daring leap is all it takes to escape the hatred of this cruel world... I'm about to take that leap.

Why must they hate me? I think as I walk to the ledge and begin to estimate the distance down. It was while I was doing this that, in my confusion, I neglected to notice the thing that saved me; a window washing platform nearly seven feet down. After that all I remember is the jump; with the last of my strength, after the climb up there, I crouched down and pushed off the hard concrete with my arms and legs propelling myself through the air before I fell. I fell the seven feet to the platform and hit with a hard crack, the crack wasn't me though; it was the poor man that I landed on. Turns out his skull cracked open, I realized this as I watched his now bloody body fall off the platform and hit the ground below. I judged the distance to be about 38 feet, enough distance from the ground so the man died instantly; but close enough to where I had to watch in dismay. I had made that man fall... and watched him die.

My heart pounded, my pulse raced, every nerve in my body ached from what I had just witnessed; it was like a double shot of caffeine had been injected into my brain. In a frantic flurry of motion I scrambled to my feet, knowing the police would be here at any minute. I saw no way out, I was trapped; I knew that if I could get the platform to the ground I could run but I had no idea how to operate it, and even if I did that would mean dropping it on the dead mans body. As I looked around, all I could think about was my lack of any means of escape. In an explosion of anger I threw my fists against the window, causing a slight crack, and that's when it dawned on me.... I stood back, looking at the window; I knew it was my only choice if I wanted to escape. My body was weak from my climb and jump, and the adrenalin rush that came from the death of the man was fading away faster than I could believe, but I brought together every ounce of my very energy to throw myself against the window shoulder first; it took three direct hits before it broke completely, the shards of deadly glass flying into the empty office. I knew only two things at that moment; the first was that the window was gone, and the second was that I needed to run.

about me and my blog.

hey you guys, my name is conor j. tuck and i just wanted to start out by telling you about my self. well, i am a young writer, i am tuckreviews on youtube. uhm... my father is james ray tuck jr, arthur of "blood and bullets" and owner of "family tradition tattoo" here in georgia. well you guys, this blog will be used for me to post things i write, things i do, things i read, and things you guys should read! well i guess thats about it. bye for now.