The Writer's Café

Sooo…

We've got a Karate sparring competition in 5 weeks.
And despite the fact you wear mitts, tough knuckles help… rather a bit, especially with the mitts I use.

Anyways, I started punching a wall on Wednesday when I got the news of the competition because what I've found is that just punching a wall a lot does wonders for having tough knuckles.

So I was idly/forcefully punching a wall, not paying that much attention until my knuckles really began to hurt.
I look up from the ground, and there's ******* blood EVERYWHERE.
I mean, the was pretty nice, alas, it WAS white…

And so I've been nursing my hands for the last couple of days, and was pretty incapable of quite a few things.
Finally decided to use my hands…
Which hurt…
A lot…


TL;DR, I'm stupid.
 
Your choice.

Start small, build up.
Try to push slightly outside your comfort zone, which should start to expand the farther you go out, for longer.
 
Pfft,
If you're going to punch someone, don't aim for the face.

1. Waaay more noticeable, bad for them if light hearted, bad for you as people will comment.
2. That can happen, too small of a target, aim for ribs.
3. Too many bones, cartilage, facial features, no clean punch. As I said, aim to wind them or aim for the ribs.
4. If you must hit their head, bellclap them.
Or curbstomp… :3
 
The creepiest thing to happen in my house literally just unfolded in front of my eyes…

I'm going downstairs to get my glass of OJ, because my bloodstream is pretty much 85% OJ.
And to get to the staircase I pass a darkened room that used to belong to my sister.

In said room I can hear faint whisperings.
This room has a small corridor to it, about two book shelves wide.
As I approach the room, the whispering gets clearer.

Turns out it is my brother…
Singing Maxwell Silver Hammer (Beatles, Abbey Road), softly to himself.

Since my brother is barmy, like, so completely bonkers that I disregard him singing to himself in a pitch black room, I just turn around to get my glass of OJ.


But as I get half way down the corridor, the whispering stops being so melodic. They become harsher.
I reapproach, and he's repeating "But we mustn't, but if he wants, but it'll pain." over and over.

If that's not scary enough, after I get closer, he starts singing again.
Not the great works of the Beatles which at this stage, 'Yellow Submarine', 'Lucy in the Sky' or 'I Am the Walrus' (particularly that last one) would come as a relief.
No, he's singing some hymn or something (I presume it's a hymn because multiple mentions of Jesus and the Lord).



I sprint out of there like a nerd sprinting after Harrison Ford in full Hans Solo cosplay.
Get my OJ, and try to get away from that creepy room.
Sadly, Matt (my brother) beats me, and simply hisses 'Lucifer' as I pass.



And I swear, that is no shitty creepypasta or attempt to scare Dave/Kat/Internetling.
I am bricking it and probably will lose multiple hours of sleep.
 
I honestly have no idea what the hell my brother does and after today, I really don't want to…
D:

But as a real biblical term, Lucifer is a name given to Satan, it is also hyped up by Supernatural.
And then Christian go crazy on Twitter due to the #LuciferIsComing trend.
 
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