Original Ideas!

[DarryHasAFutureAndI'mInIt]

Hey, I just wanted to say that I wish there was more supernatural themed fics for Outsiders, 'cause those tend to be neat and original ideas, the only downside is that they are usually sloppily written 'cause the author is often so busy focusing on the idea rather than the quality of the writing itself.

Some really good supernatural ones are...
Esosterically Yours, by FeistyFeist
Defiance, by DeeFudge123

Then there are lots of interesting storylines that were sloppily written and discontinued, which is a shame because the ideas were pretty cool. Sometimes I consider writing these authors a note asking if I can 'adopt' their abandoned storyline, 'cause it sucks to see such an original, interesting story go to waste like that.
Then there is my supernatural story, which is pretty neat, in my opinion. But that is my opinion I suppose. Agh, did I do the stop-writing-in-italics thing properly? If I didn't, please excuse the fact that the rest is written in italics. My story is called Delinquents Turned Heroes, Quite Literally.
[glow=red,2,300][/glow]You can make your writing GLOW on here? Oh, that is Cool...!!!
Anyways, enough of my chatter...Buhbyelah!

[Nittanylizard]

Yeah, I've recently started liking the supernatural stuff, too, and there isn't much of it. I LOVE Esoterically Yours. Completely addicted. If I could only recommend one fic in the world, this would be it.

For those who want to see what all the hype is about:
www.fanfiction.net/s/5360345/1/Esoterically_Yours
Summary: Ponyboy Curtis meets an acquaintance he has been trying to dodge for years.

I've got one I started working on years ago that I have recently been working on again. None of it is posted yet. It's more humorous and doesn't come off as supernatural/paranormal straight off.

Can you include a link to your story? I'll do a search for it later, but if there's a link you might get more people checking it out. Because we're a bunch of lazy bums, haha.

[DarryHasAFutureAndI'mInIt]

www.fanfiction.net/s/5431355/1/Delinquents_Turned_Heroes_Quite_Literally

Haha, there you go. Just randomly, I need a new happy dance. The old one sucks and my brother is staring at me weird.
I haven't gotten around to updating it for about two weeks but am typing up the next chapter right now. I had the dreaded swine flu (Did you know my home city made the national news for being the swine flu epicentre? Aaaah!) and really didn't feel like going down to the basement and freezing my butt off so I could type.

P.S. I don't care if you're a lazy bum (your words not mine) as long as you read the story!

[DarryHasAFutureAndI'mInIt]

Oh, NOW I know which story I forgot to mention...!
It is the firm #2 on my favourite-stories-of-all-time list,
To Hate Or To Like? by Out-Of-Order123

It's a Freaky-Friday sort between Steve and Pony. Brilliantness!!!

[DarryHasAFutureAndI'mInIt]

'Kay, I'm attempting a horror/sci-fi story here... I actually think it's going well so far. I'm trying to touch on all genres before I attempt a non-fanfic story. I decided to post some on here for some pre-ff.net feedback, I would love it if any of you obliged. Summary: They're more vicious than a pack of Socs. More dangerous than Dallas Winston pissed off. And they're after the Greaser gang. They are... the Unknown. NOT a Parody!!!

Here it is...

It was a typical evening at the Curtis household, as often is at the start of a horror story. Darry was making dinner, Pony was doing homework and Soda was flipping through a car magazine Steve had lent him. All was well.

The same, however, could not be said for two other houses in the vicinity. A teenaged boy flew out each door, which in turn slammed behind him. The two greasers nearly collided as they stormed down the street in opposite directions, staring at their feet and sighing in frustration.

Johnny noticed the tennis shoe in his peripheral vision just in time so as to move out of the way and not smack into the adjoining body.

"Hey, Steve," he mumbled. His shoulder hurt. Johnny's father usually beat him with the first thing he could get his hands on, and tonight's weapon of choice had happened to be a chair. A small one, but wooden all the same. Johnny was getting to the point where he would just walk out at the first sign of anger from his parents, but sometimes he just wasn't fast enough.

"Hi Johnny," Steve mirrored Johnny's monotone, obviously preoccupied tone. He was still smarting from what his father had yelled at him. Wondering if he really meant it this time.

"I'm gonna go cool off. Wanna come?"
Johnny nodded and the two teens set off into the intricate maze of intertwining streets, a silent understanding passing between them. They were the castaways, the unwanted ones who actually gave enough of a damn to keep going back. That's what made them different from Dallas. They went back, they tried again, and no matter how futile their efforts seemed, Steve and Johnny kept hoping, believing, that things would get better. That one day their father or mother would treat their son like one of their own, as opposed to a punching-bag or an anger-management release therapy session.

Steve noticed a figure standing on the corner. Slightly odd, as there was not a car in sight. There was no reason for this man to be standing there, completely immobile like he was. Johnny noticed him too, and had a bad feeling in his stomach, although he didn't know why.

Steve grabbed Johnny by the arm and turned onto another road. That guy was probably a pusher, and Steve, for once, really wasn't in the mood for a fight. But the boys hadn't gotten more than three steps before they stopped dead in their tracks.

The reason being, there was a person standing at the end of this street too and he was identical to the first one.

The shadowy figure seemed to notice Johnny and Steve. It slowly turned its head, and the head was the only thing that moved at all. The rest of the body stayed completely still, and Johnny knew something was wrong.

The eyes were a murky shade of black. There was no white, nor pupil. Solid darkness was all that lay beneath the pale lids.

The thing took a step towards them, and Johnny screamed, "RUN!!!"
The two guys ran until they reached the Curtis house, praying they wouldn't see another--- whatever the hell that was--- on the way.


It's not much, but is it Okay enough? Thanks in advance!