: About Me

My name is Daniel Preston Reneau. I began writing in the late summer of 2008. In the winter I met my inspiration. From then on I began writing poems and short stories. It was later in the late winter I began to write horror stories. Many months have past and my inspiration left, now I think of those months and write. My influences as a writer are: Lovecraft, Poe, Wells, and Chambers.

I one day wish to publish my work, once I finish my story arcs. I am waiting to attend a technical school in Knoxville, where I will take a coarse in welding.

I wrestled all four years of high school, but got inguered and could not finish my fourth year competing. Instead I travelled with the team and fired up the guys when they were warming up.

I love travel and wish to wander around Europe. You can say my second dream is to travel through Norway, England, France, Italy, Germany, and Russia.

My passion is ...

reading and writing

I know too much about ...

nothing but a little about everything

My parents always told me ...

do what makes you happy

My childhood ambition ...

do good in school and become a scientist

My favorite memory ...

a pair of blue sober eyes, that met mine long ago

Why I write ...

because I have things I cannot just say with verbal words

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

H.P. Lovecraft, Robert W. Chambers, 90's alt and grunge

My first job ...

not had a traditional job with an interveiw and pay stubs

My best moment ...

when I put pencil to paper and got something out of it

My inspiration ...

my norwegian friend, books I have read, and personal adventrues

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Under the harvest moon

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I was driving through the farmland of northwest Ohio, on the narrow highways of neglect. It was in this forsaken land that I came to an old building standing two stories high. This building stood on the corner of Wetzel and Rumble. The windows had been boarded up some time before and multiple pad locks guarded the door from entry. An instant obsession took hold of me as I gazed at the elder structure. I could feel a pull on my consciousness from within the brick walls. So it was that I had stared mesmerized upon the farmer's construction. A sinking feeling of dread began to permeate the st...

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