#brooksview

[nosleepclubblogs]

Stepping into the library, you inhale the dusty scent of old novels and oak shelves. You're eyes wander along the spines of tombs written by long dead authors with names like Wordsworth and Lovelace. Your feet walk a trail while your mind gets lost in words you have yet to read. You find yourself at a door; 'The Archives', a plaque reads. You turn the knob, the doors hinges letting out a sharp, shrill sound. Eyes widening, you enter a room that is small and dark and riddled with the towns secrets. What might you find, you wonder as you tip-toe into the room. There is a silence you dare not to disturb hanging heavy as fog in the air.

Taglist:

@ravenpuffwriter @galexy-eevee @rosewinterborn @aj-the-satyr @littleredwritinghat

@emmaghost181 @hyba @toffee-obession @inspiring-prompts @azhrhere @candy687

@darlingjas98 @pied-piper-of-hamlet @with-a-little-bit-of-light @lazydreamlandblaze

@clocksandchaos @edgy-english-egg @ravenpuffwriter @cookiecutterwrites @lukada @gaara-sandman @wraper3976

#no sleep club #the library #just tidbits #brooksview

[omenthenarrator]

Brief Update

Map making is outrageously hard but I'm enjoying myself and my little town is coming along! Hopefully I'll have some good content for y'all to see soon!!!

#small update #no sleep club #im still alive #map making in progress #brooksview

[thedorkomen-blog]

NOT DEAD!

Hi guys!

Sorry for dropping off the face of the earth, a majority of summer I didn't have any WiFi and couldn't access Tumblr at all!

However, I have absolutely wonderful news!

I HAVE A WIP THAT I'M ACTUALLY FREAKING PROUD OF!

I've started this collection of short horror/thriller/suspense stories and I am so excited to share it with you guys.

I know I have like a crap ton of WIPs but for once I am actually excited for one. This one already has a slew of characters that I drew and am currently developing, at least 51 story/prompt ideas that I cannot wait to turn into something absolutely chilling, and a mapped out town of Brooksview, a seemingly normal place with extremely abnormal occurrences!

If you wanna be notified about this WIP, I will bemaking a tag list as well as a blog just for that. I won't, however, post much other than drawings here on this blog. I find that keeping two seperate blogs, one for my random life updates and one for my WIPs, is a lot easier than me posting a WIP update in two blogs when only a handful of people are actually following that WIPs blog. I'll repost this with a link to my new blog when I make it.

PSA ABOUT THE HUNGRY BOY

As fun as it was to write, in my search for research about the wendigo and their true orientation and background and folklore, I was met with a lot of resentful backlash and cruel comments about trying to whitewash a Native American belief instead of honoring it and having fun with it like I meant to in the beginning phase of my story.

As much as I love Owen, I think I'm going to have to drop him and his story for the time being and distance myself from the negativity. I'm really sorry to those who followed it so avidly and were so intrigued by my characters, everyones kind words really did motivate me to try harder and write more. However, I also want to respect the people who's lore I borrowed to build a story of my own.

Now That That's Out Of The Way

Since this has become rather lengthy, and I think most of you get the message, I'm going to end this update here and hopefully you guys will be okay with everything I've said above.

I really cant wait to share No Sleep Club with you and I would love to add anyone whos interested to the tag list so definitely let me know, be it by responding to this, reposting it, or just messaging me privately.

Love you guys so much

Omen 💖

[iqvts]

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Contact: Debbie Yankey [phone] [email protected]

[nosleepclubblogs]

Thump. Scraaatch. Thump. Scraaatch. Thump. Scraaatch.

Something was walking up the stairs. You could hear its heavy footsteps, followed by that eerie thump, scratch sound. It sounded as though someone were dragging something sharp and heavy up the winding staircase. You don't know why, but that thought made your heart speed up and your palms turn clammy. You edge towards your door, leaning against it to peer out of the peephole.

There is nothing... Silence falls and you hold your breath.

And then...

Thump. Scraaatch.

Right outside of your door. A shadow falls over the peephole as you watch a hulking hunched figure lumber past your door. You let out the breath you had been holding, relieved that it was nothing more than a tired tenant of the apartments.

But then you realize that the figure has stopped, just past your door. You try to see through the peephole, but they are in your blind spot.

Your heart speeds up as you pull back from the door, eyes darting to the wall as though you could see straight through it and look at the person on the other side.

When you hear no movement, you mean in to look through the peephole once more.

A scream rips from your throat as you see a bulging eye, sallow and bloodshot, staring back at you.

Taglist:

@ravenpuffwriter @galexy-eevee @rosewinterborn @aj-the-satyr @littleredwritinghat

@emmaghost181 @hyba @toffee-obession @inspiring-prompts @azhrhere @candy687

@darlingjas98 @pied-piper-of-hamlet @with-a-little-bit-of-light @lazydreamlandblaze

@clocksandchaos @edgy-english-egg @ravenpuffwriter @cookiecutterwrites @lukada @gaara-sandman @wraper3976

#no sleep club #the apartments #just tidbits #brooksview #thump scraaatch #run

[nosleepclubblogs]

*just... STARES at you* why are you doing this to me, why shouldn't I look behind me why are the trees bleeding TELL ME THINGS please

The trees are more alive than the people in Brooksview

The things that use the trees as protection like to hunt late at night, when the twilight hours are at their wildest

The trees can see and feast and bleed and

Walk

Don't look behind you

No matter how curious you are

Or how much the nape of your neck burns with the sensation of being watched

Or how you are slowly losing your hearing to white noise because you're straining so hard to hear the footsteps behind you

Or how short your breathing becomes

Or how you can feel something reaching out for you, from the void of darkness you're walking away from

Don't

Look

Behind

You

Its too late

Anyways so hows your day going fam, mines going pretty good, pretty good!

Hope I didn't spook ya too much!!!

Should I even Taglist this?

Ima Taglist it

Taglist:

@ravenpuffwriter @galexy-eevee @rosewinterborn @aj-the-satyr @littleredwritinghat

@emmaghost181 @hyba @toffee-obession @inspiring-prompts @azhrhere @candy687

@darlingjas98 @pied-piper-of-hamlet @with-a-little-bit-of-light @lazydreamlandblaze

@clocksandchaos @edgy-english-egg @ravenpuffwriter @cookiecutterwrites @lukada @gaara-sandman @wraper3976 @sam-sometimes-writes

#asks #just tidbits #no sleep club #brooksview #the woods #pied-piper-of-hamlet #sorry dear friend telling eerie stories is my jam #dont look behind you

[nosleepclubblogs]

(Author's Note: Unknown photographer, not mine! Will be drawing Owen soon)

Name: Owen Winston

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Occupation: Photography Student/Gardener

0©©u9@t!0n: _33R 0F D3@T#

Brooksview was a pleasant town filled with pleasant people who spoke of pleasant things with pleasant smiles. 8r00k_v!3￦ ￦@_ @ t0￦n 0f l!3_ @nd _3©r3t_ @nd 8r0k3n 9r0m!_3_. Owen had known this from a young age, the sole survivor of four children gifted with the Winston surname. He had watched as his pleasant mother dr0wn3d her pleasant children and _t@883d her pleasant husband 0n3, II, t#r33, 4t¥ t!m3_. Then he watched her smile pleasantly as she served t#3m for dinner on her fine chinaware. He found her the next day bathing in ©r!m_0n bath-water, fast asleep with her eyes ￦!d3 093n. He wasn’t quite sure why she didn’t k!ll him. Perhaps it was because he had always been her favorite.

!t d!dn’t m@tt3r n0￦.

Brooksview was a terrible place filled with terrible people who told terrible lies through the veil of their terrible smiles. Owen Winston knew this for a fact because he could see the _k3l3t0n_ hidden in the closets of even the purest of the townsfolk. He could see their g#0_t_ lingering behind them. He could barely stand being in town anymore. He’d started growing his own food, raising plants, venturing out into the woods and fields to take pictures of the my_t3r!_ that he discovered. The only time he went into town was to sell things and buy necessities. #3 #@t3d 8r00k_v!3￦. 

1 d@¥ #3 m!g#t l3@v3 t#!_ 4_@k3n t0￦n.

Taglist:

@ravenpuffwriter @galexy-eevee @rosewinterborn @aj-the-satyr @littleredwritinghat

@emmaghost181 @hyba @toffee-obession @inspiring-prompts @azhrhere @candy687

@darlingjas98 @pied-piper-of-hamlet @with-a-little-bit-of-light @lazydreamlandblaze

@clocksandchaos @edgy-english-egg @ravenpuffwriter @cookiecutterwrites @lukada @gaara-sandman @wraper3976 @sam-sometimes-writes

#owen winston #no sleep club #just tidbits #characters #brooksview #not my photography #i still need to draw my boy #im such a lousy mom lols

[nosleepclubblogs]

Your trek through the woods brought you to an old iron gate with a sign reading 'Government Property'. Through the thick underbrush, you can just make out a towering facility in the distance. A strange ringing sound fills your ears, drowning out the sounds of nature. You could turn back, yes. Return to the party and explain in a drunken stupor what you had seen. Would they believe you, though? Your need for evidence and a strange, sudden curiosity pushes you onwards. The gate lets out a groan as you clamber over the top of it.

Taglist:

@ravenpuffwriter @galexy-eevee @rosewinterborn @aj-the-satyr @littleredwritinghat

@emmaghost181 @hyba @toffee-obession @inspiring-prompts @azhrhere @candy687

@darlingjas98 @pied-piper-of-hamlet @with-a-little-bit-of-light @lazydreamlandblaze

@clocksandchaos @edgy-english-egg @ravenpuffwriter @cookiecutterwrites @lukada @gaara-sandman @wraper3976

#no sleep club #the asylum #brooksview #just tidbits

[nosleepclubblogs]

The bakery stood empty in front of you. It looked like a warm and welcoming place during the daylight hours, however last night you had witnessed another side of the little shop. When the sickeningly sweet scent of warm pastries hits your nose, you are now able to identify the source of the slight undertone of iron. Perhaps it would be best to hold off on the sweets for a bit.

Taglist:

@ravenpuffwriter @galexy-eevee @rosewinterborn @aj-the-satyr @littleredwritinghat

@emmaghost181 @hyba @toffee-obession @inspiring-prompts @azhrhere @candy687

@darlingjas98 @pied-piper-of-hamlet @with-a-little-bit-of-light @lazydreamlandblaze

@clocksandchaos @edgy-english-egg @ravenpuffwriter @cookiecutterwrites @lukada @gaara-sandman @wraper3976

#no sleep club #just tidbits #the bakery #brooksview

[nosleepclubblogs]

The gravel crunches beneath your feet with every step. A chilled breeze caresses your skin, sending bumps trailing down your arms. The dark welcomes you like the maw of a hungry beast.

You feel no fear, however. You have walked this desolate road so many times, it would be silly to be frightened now.

Yet, you can't quite shake the feeling that somewhere in the suffocating night, something was watching your every move.

The party was tonight. You didn't know why you were going, no one there cared for you and you weren't too fond of them.

But the wildness of the night and the thrill of an abandoned mansion filled you to the brim with excitement, so you went.

And now you felt as though you weren't alone.

Too scared to call out, you just duck your head down and scurry down the path, hoping to outrun any ill-wishers.

No matter what, there was one thing you knew you shouldn't do.

Look behind you.

Taglist:

@ravenpuffwriter @galexy-eevee @rosewinterborn @aj-the-satyr @littleredwritinghat

@emmaghost181 @hyba @toffee-obession @inspiring-prompts @azhrhere @candy687

@darlingjas98 @pied-piper-of-hamlet @with-a-little-bit-of-light @lazydreamlandblaze

@clocksandchaos @edgy-english-egg @ravenpuffwriter @cookiecutterwrites @lukada @gaara-sandman @wraper3976 @sam-sometimes-writes

DM me if you wish to be added or removed

#no sleep club #just tidbits #brooksview #crunch crunch crunch #the woods #the mansion #dont look behind you

[nosleepclubblogs]

Hiking through the woods was a good way to exercise, or so your friend had said. What they didn't say was how eerie the woods got. As soon as you entered the wooded area, the foliage blocked out the sun and turned the midmorning into twilight. After about an hour, you are barely able to see the hiking trail anymore. Disorientation and dread starts building up inside of your chest as you stumble through the woods like an infant taking their first steps. Suddenly, the path reveals itself. Your heart races and you hurry towards, only to come across a grove of trees that you don't quite remember being there before.

Walking down the path, you feel the gazes of unseen things crawling across your skin. You glance to the side, eyeing a tree only to realize that it is eyeing you back.

Taglist:

@ravenpuffwriter @galexy-eevee @rosewinterborn @aj-the-satyr @littleredwritinghat

@emmaghost181 @hyba @toffee-obession @inspiring-prompts @azhrhere @candy687

@darlingjas98 @pied-piper-of-hamlet @with-a-little-bit-of-light @lazydreamlandblaze

@clocksandchaos @edgy-english-egg @ravenpuffwriter @cookiecutterwrites @lukada @gaara-sandman @wraper3976

#no sleep club #just tidbits #the moving grove #the bleeding trees #the seeing trees #the eating trees #the hearing trees #brooksview

[nosleepclubblogs]

For a long time now, you would go on walks around the town to pass the time and stay in shape. You always avoided St. Gerolamo road, mostly due to how silent it can be and the fact that it led to the orphanage. Today, however, you decided to change it up a bit and see if you might enjoy the scenery.

As you make your way towards the road, the sounds of distant children laughing greet your ears. Surely this was a good sign, you thought as a smile curled your lips.

You quite enjoy the scenery of St. Gerolamo road, finding the wildflowers and rolling hills calming and slightly nostalgic. However, once you see the gates to St. Gerolamo's Orphanage, you feel a bit uneasy.

You couldn't understand what had suddenly made you feel so ill of ease until you noticed them. Several children wearing garish papermache masks gathered around the tiny corpse of a furry animal.

You gag, backing away as you watch them poke a stick through the animals small chest. The crunch of tiny bones carried to your ears on unfelt winds, and you stumble, bringing their attention to you.

Regaining your balance, you sprint away, stomach twisting as your mind replays what you have seen.

Despite the masks they wore, you could somehow see their sick smiles twisting their faces into animalistic glee.

Taglist:

@ravenpuffwriter @galexy-eevee @rosewinterborn @aj-the-satyr @littleredwritinghat

@emmaghost181 @hyba @toffee-obession @inspiring-prompts @azhrhere @candy687

@darlingjas98 @pied-piper-of-hamlet @with-a-little-bit-of-light @lazydreamlandblaze

@clocksandchaos @edgy-english-egg @ravenpuffwriter @cookiecutterwrites @lukada @gaara-sandman @wraper3976 @sam-sometimes-writes

#no sleep club #just tidbits #the orphanage #St. Gerolamo Road #brooksview #run

[omenthenarrator]

MAP DRAFT

I'm dying but I've made a rough map draft WOO now to cut it out, pin it to my cork board, and list out what's what

#nosleepclub #map #draft map #big oof #took a while #brooksview so big for a small town

[nosleepclubblogs]

I have a question 👀👀 I've been thinking about the odd happenings in Brooksview... What was the very first odd thing to ever happen in Brooksview? Is everything else... a result of that happening, like a sort of domino effect? (And, if you've already answered this one, can you link me to the post? I'd love to read about it!!)

I'm still a bit inactive, but I wanted to check up on everyone!

And this definitely hasn't been asked or answered so I'm glad to answer it!!!

In 1959, Marlene Parish and a groupd of her friends find the sixth journal in the study of the desolate Mansion. The mansion once belonged to an eccentric man who died in a mysterious fire, also known as the narrator. Marlene takes the book with her, despite her friends protest.

Later that night, annoyed with her younger brother, Oliver Parish, she reads one of the excerpts as a 'bedtime story'. She leaves him terrified and shoves the book in her bag without a second thought.

The next morning, Oliver clearly hasn't slept and he keeps muttering about the 'Shadow Man', which had been the excerpt that Marlene had read. She gets agitated and tells him to grow up and stop being a big baby, not giving it a second thought.

Within the next two days though... Oliver goes missing. He's never found, and Marlene blames herself. This is the start of the abnormal and she locks the book away.

The main character of No Sleep Club, Wesley Robins, finds the journal in his grandmother's attic (yes, Marlene is his grandmother). He skims through and finds the last page, which is the Narrator's final entry that begs the reader to find the journals and destroy them no matter the cost.

At least, that's the vague outline of it right now! 1959 is when everything goes haywire and Brooksview becomes known for its urban legends!

[nosleepclubblogs]

UPDATE:

I HAVE TOO MANY PROJECTS

Y'ALL LEMME GIVE YA A RUN DOWN OF EVERYTHING I'M DOING WHILE DEVELOPING NO SLEEP CLUB

Developing the main novel series: (i.e. timelines, characters, backstories, lore/myths/cryptids/killers/monsters, mapping, setting/background, illustrating everything)

The Journals: (kinda relates to #1, but only with the lore/myths/cryptids/killers/monsters, and much more in depth with details like descriptions/survival techniques/weaknesses/locations/survival rates/threat level)

Error_ (wattpad; theDorkOmen if ya interested)/#justtidbits (Tumblr; @nosleepclubblogs ): (short first person narratives to help me develop certain settings and get readers hooked, seen first as short summaries with #justtidbits and then as full length short stories with Error_ Also correlates to #1 but with settings)

Illustrations: (This is of the maps, the main settings, the characters, the logo, the lore/myths/cryptids/killers/monsters, anything I can draw I'M DRAWING)

No Sleep Club; Summer Camp: (the novella/sequel series that tells about the Wesley's generation being camp counselors for the younger generation (Tony's gen if you remember him) and the misadventures of holding summer camp in Brooksview campgrounds/woods where things still roam; started out as a just for funsies thing and now I actually am genuinely invested in it)

A Doomed Reader Blogs; No Sleep Club Blog: (THATS RIGHT PEOPLE! I'M MAKING AN ACTUAL BLOG ON GOOGLE BLOGGER THAT WILL SOON BE LINKED HERE AND WILL BE THE RETURN OF EVERYONES FAVORITE BOY WESLEY!!! WOOOO!!!)

Map making: (kinda self explanatory, but the freaking map keeps shifting like WHY CAN'T YA JUST ACCEPT THE FIRST MAP DRAFT but nooo I have to think of MORE COOL STUFF THAT CAN BE FOUND IN THE WOODS)

This Blog: (basically my rant/shitposting area + development if we include @omenthenarrator )

Playlists: (I like having playlists for certain characters/scenes so I've been making some)

Songs Sometimes: (more like instrumental beats I make with preset sounds that I make when I'm blocked in literally everything else creatively, so kind of a last resort project because it can be tedious and time consuming)

Comic Strips: (Nothing good enough to really post just random bs I draw and then snort at at like 3 in the morning)

All my AUs: (I get bored in class a lot)

What am I doing to myself

However, as much as I'm doing, all these projects are the only thing keeping me sane this semester.

So, as much as I complain about doing it, I genuinely am thankful. Not just for No Sleep Club and the amount of creativity this story has given me, but also for you all who have stuck with me from the start of this project.

Y'all who have stuck around have lasted through my original shitposting blog when I first joined tumblr, followed me even after I stopped using that original blog, and stuck with me through all my random venting, posting, poor scheduling, and random upsprees.

You guys are the reason I never cared about having hundreds of followers. I never needed that many, because I have my true followers right here.

Y'all mean the world to me and I just wanted to tell all of you thank you so much.

And now I'm gonna stop being sappy and getting in my feels and get to work on one of my many many projects!

Thanks for being here for me,

~Omen

Taglist:

@ravenpuffwriter @galexy-eevee @rosewinterborn @aj-the-satyr @littleredwritinghat

@emmaghost181 @hyba @toffee-obession @inspiring-prompts @azhrhere @candy687

@darlingjas98 @pied-piper-of-hamlet @with-a-little-bit-of-light @lazydreamlandblaze

@clocksandchaos @edgy-english-egg @ravenpuffwriter @cookiecutterwrites @lukada @gaara-sandman @wraper3976 @sam-sometimes-writes

#this went from crackhead energy to a thank you letter #love yall #but seriously why do i do this to myself #i never realized it was so much #can i get an f in yhe chat #wouldnt trade it for the world though #no sleep club #personal update #many many projects #im making an actual blog for the fictional blog that belongs to a fictional character that is my son #im not quite sure if that means i should be questioning my sanity or not #all is good #honestly screw college though

[omenthenarrator]

CHARACTER FILES:

Subject 1: Felix Griffin

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Occupation: College Student; Freshmen

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Brooksview became a ghost town once the sun set. Lights winked out of existence and shops closed up. The streets became abandoned as the darkness of the night settled like a heavy fog. The town itself seemed to cease breathing, waiting with baited breath for the morning to come.

And so it would remain every night until the dreamy morning light spilled like liquid gold across the ebony sky. Those puddles of light danced gracefully, painting the darkness with watered down colors. Life slowly returned, the town heaving out a sigh as the townsfolk stumbled out of their tiny, tidy homes.

Of those residents, one young man would stumble through the busy days with heavy, hunched shoulders. Weary and ragged, he would spend the daylight hours hiding in the shadows and dark corners to avoid any sort of direct contact.

Felix Griffin was not like the other residents. He was impartial to the days filled with chattering voices and bustling bodies. He disliked the harsh sun that glared down at the world with what he described to be a savage resentment. Nor did he appreciate the cheery greetings from passersby that led to his clumsy attempts to speak around his lead tongue.

Some might assume that since he so disliked the lively pleasures of the day time, he must enjoy the haunted hours of the night. However, this assumption would be incorrect, for it was quite the opposite.

No, while the days filled him with slight annoyance, the nights filled him from top to bottom with pure dread. The empty void of true darkness, the shadows hidden within darker shadows, the footsteps that, right as he turned to contront his stalker, would vanish without a trace. The things that hid in the ruthless night would send his heart racing. Try as he might, he couldn't reign in his mind as it conjured up thousands of deadly scenarios.

With this information, one might assume he was just being irrational. How could someone hate both the day and the night? Those two things, when added together, would build up the entirety of his life!

Well, in truth, there was a time of day -two in fact- that also made up a portion of his life. This was the time where he thrived, building his own little world around himself and Brooksview.

The time he liked to call the in betweens.

Felix Griffin was a peculiar young man who enjoyed the quiet, waking moments just before the sun rose and the somber, dying breath just after the sun set.

One, he mused, was the time that left early birds shifting in their bedsheets. The other, however, were the last safe moments before children dove beneath bedcovers, hiding their faces for safety.

He was aware of the superstitions behind both times. Spirits were given access to the physical realm, demons lurked within shadows with plans to steal stray wanderers' souls, and madmen with murderous intent were sent into a blood thirsty craze.

However, Felix was not a man of fanciful thoughts or superstitious beliefs. He scoffed when ghost stories were told and rolled his eyes at tall tales invented by mothers to keep rowdy children in line.

Thirteen year old him decided he was too old to believe in such nonsense and nineteen year old him couldn't agree more.

He had more important things to focus on, such as his studies. There was no time fir campfire stories about monsters who lurked under children's beds.

Perhaps that would explain why he liked the in betweens so much. If he lived a majority of his waking moments during the times were people were warned to stay in and rest, it proved that his defiance to folklore was justified.

Those hours of dusk and dawn were his alone, and he was the king over the monochrome shadows and sepia skies.

But things were beginning to emerge from the shadows. Not seen or heard yet, simply lurking... Learning.

Felix Griffin didn't know it yet, but soon his quiet safety in the in betweens would be destroyed. He would be thrown into a world filled with the very things who's existence he'd rejected for so long.

The longest night of his life was fast approaching and there was little Felix Griffin could do to stop it.

Tag List:

@ravenpuffwriter @galexy-eevee @rosewinterborn @aj-the-satyr @littleredwritinghat

@emmaghost181 @hyba @toffee-obession @inspiring-prompts @azhrhere @candy687

@darlingjas98 @pied-piper-of-hamlet @with-a-little-bit-of-light @lazydreamlandblaze

@clocksandchaos @edgy-english-egg @ravenpuffwriter @cookiecutterwrites @lukada @gaara-sandman

#no sleep club #surprise #character profiles #felix griffin #update #rough draft #sketch of my boy