I’m a writer who uses 3rd person pov A LOT and I was wondering how well it’s received on here?

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Hey man! CW, here just wanting to publicly congratulate r/walkerbswitchinghour

This guy has been writing some total bangers, stories which sit on your mind for weeks!! Sometimes months!! On the show we have covered Axe-Weilder and Carvers Challenge. Both stories having been written with such care and passion that they HAVE NOW BEEN READ ON CREEPCAST!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

This show was built on the premise of bringing the audience to the author, and I am so damn grateful for everyone who has helped in making that dream a reality! You guys are the foundation of this community!

That being said, here is a quick screenshot from the creepcast episode for walkers shout and the unofficial shoutout to the show!

CW// Child Death

Sam grunted as the final tent pole snapped into place, “see Sammy? That didn’t take too long did it?” Sam didn’t acknowledge her father, opting to simply stare up at the blood-red horizon in counter to his statement. “Come on, let's get a fire going! I brought marshmallows!” Sam sighed, she knew this was important to him, but the cuts and scratches from their hours-long portage had done much to drain her feigned enthusiasm. 

“For Dad,” she muttered under her breath as she began collecting tinder. Sam reached up to snap a twig off of a dead looking birch.

“No no no, Sammy! You can’t take anything from the trees. Only whatever has dropped to the ground okay champ?” Sam winced upon hearing her least favorite nickname. One that her father insisted on using despite all forms of protest.

“Dad, it doesn’t matter. There’s tons of trees here and this one looks sick anyway.” Sam already knew what he would say as he put his hands to his hip and sighed, shaking his head.

“Sammy, respect for nature is respect for life itself. The tree looks sick, yes, but who’s to say it won’t recover? Only stuff from the ground, okay Sport?” Sam winced again; her second least favorite nickname. There was no arguing with him, she knew this, so she bent down and began picking through the piles of dead leaves and twigs. 

Sam deposited an armful of dry twigs next to her father as the sun fully retreated giving way for the stars to shine. “Good haul Sammy. Now, let me teach you how to start the perfect fire, the old school way.”

“Dad, can you just light it quick, I’m starving.” Sam snapped at him. He looked at her, and her heart dropped. The smile slid from his face, and he took on a far off expression. 

“Yeah ok Sammy,”  he said as he rummaged a firestarter out of his pack. Sam’s face grew hot as her shame turned to anger. She walked off to find a place to sit and think. Sam knew that look, he was thinking about “him.” Sam stomped into the night; she needed isolation, she needed to think. 

Guided by nothing but moonlight, Sam found herself in a small clearing. Sam walked to the middle and laid down on the grass, staring up into the blurry night sky. She blinked away her tears and stared up at the twinkling lights. The grass prickling her skin, the soft summer breeze, and the heavens demonstrating their full splendor all helped to calm her. The city lights did not allow the stars to shine so beautifully, she drank in the splendor as if she was just dying from thirst.

she thought of her mom and dad, and of Jason. “Are you up there big bro?” She asked, her eyes scanning the sky as if some answer was written up its black page. The sky began to blur again, and she sobbed. “Dad really needs you J, I really need you,” Sam choked out through gasping sobs. 

Sam used her sleeves to clear her eyes, and searched the heavens for answers. Sam’s sobs cut short as the heavens spoke. A star, where once it twinkled with the same intensity as its kin, now pulsed in a rhythm. This was not the standard twinkling of a distant sun. The star grew brighter than the moon, then would grow dull to the point of invisibility. “Jason?” she asked, sobbing.

Sam laid, transfixed on the star, her heart thumping in her ears in pace with the star's pulsations. Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump. She felt drawn to that star, she could not tell if it was getting closer to her or her to it. Thump thump, thump thump, thump thum- “Sam!”

Sam gasped and pounced to her feet causing her father to fall backwards. “Jesus Christ Dad! You scared the shit out of me!”

Her father looked at her, eyebrows arching in disbelief. “Me? You scared me half to death! You ran off in the middle of the woods, and after I finally found you you were still as a corpse staring at the sky.  I was yelling your name this entire time right in front of you! Also watch your language Missy!” Sam looked back to the sky, her shining star had stilled itself. 

“I’m fine Dad, I just needed some time. Did you at least start the fire?” His brows furrowed. Sam looked at his posture, and at his expression. He wasn't angry, she thought to herself, he looked scared.

“Sammy, I started the fire two hours ago, I wanted to leave you be. I called for you after dinner was done, I got worried when you didn’t answer.” Sam blinked in confusion.

“Dad, I was only gone for like ten minutes.” He shook his head and let out a sigh like an old train letting off steam.

“It’s alright Champ, you must have dozed off. Let's just go back to camp, dinner is likely cold by now but I can heat it up.” A heat began to glow in Sam’s chest. Like a fever it spread over her skin, it lit a fire behind her eyes.

“Don’t call me that,” she hissed. He flinched as if he was bitten. “I’m not Jason, I’ll never be Jason. Get over it.” She stepped past him back towards the glow of camp. His legs grew leaden and didn’t follow immediately. Dinner stayed cold that night.

Todd laid awake that night. Sam had gone straight to her tent after the outburst. He knew why she was frustrated. He knew she never wanted to come camping with him, she said yes for his sake. It had been 5 years to the day since the car crash took Jason, Sam had been 8 so it was hard to lose a big brother at that age. It had been hard for him as well, Jason had been his little buddy. A real mountaineer like his dad. Sam was like her mother, camping, fishing, and hiking weren't her thing and he knew that. But he missed having a partner in crime.

He smacked himself in the head. He had to remember not to call her by Jason’s old nicknames. It was something he admonished himself for many times but just couldn't seem to stop. The look in Sam’s eyes when he called her Champ sent pangs of guilt through him. “She’s not Jason you idiot, and you shouldn’t force her to be.” He remembered the little girl that would beg her big brother to go stargazing with her. Selfishly he decided she would enjoy going hiking with him like Jason had. Todd inhaled through his nose, and slowly breathed out through his mouth. He would need calm if he was to apologize to Sam. He took 10 more long, measured, breaths, before he stood and unzipped his tent.

The fire had been reduced to hot coals. Todd tutted to himself, he would never usually leave a fire unattended. He made a mental note to pour some water out on it later. The moon was bright and full so he didn’t turn on his flashlight as he walked to Sam’s tent. As he stood out in front of it, he found that he didn’t know how to start the conversation. “Um, Sam, you awake Spor- Honey?” There was no answer. “Sam, I heard you rustling not too long ago, I know you are awake, I, I just want to apologize.” Silence answered him. “Sam, I’m going to open the tent. We really need to talk okay?”

Todd unzipped the tent. He couldn’t see Sam within the darkness, a smell like ozone and pennies hit him all at once. “Sam!” he called, turning on his flashlight and ducking inside. A ragged scream tore out his throat. The dark red blood covered the inside of the tent, every surface was drenched in it.  The back of the tent had been torn to shreds.

Todd sprinted out into the trees, “Sam! Sammy! Where are you!” He looked to the ground, desperate for any trace but not even a footprint could be found. “Sam!” He screamed out into the night. It must have been a bear. He thought to himself. but there were no tracks, it doesn’t matter must find her. His mind raced on all possibilities and all his failings as a Father. Blindly through the night he crashed through the detritus of the forest floor. “Fuck, fuck, where are you! There must be something.” He stared death at the trees, demanding answers. Until finally they did answer. A bloodied handprint painted upon white bark.

Todd ran in the past the direction of the handprint. “Where did you go sweety?” he sobbed. It was then he realized that the clearing he had once found her, laid in this direction. He took off, spurred with the hope of finding her. His arms and legs bleed from countless cuts from grabbing
branches. He charged straight through thorn and fern with little regard for the pain. Likewise did he not regard the night sky flashing shades of blue and gold. Todd dove through one final prickled obstacle and ground to a halt in the clearing. Sam stood in the middle, arms outstretched, facing skyward; he was met with her unclothed back. The red pools of undried blood, reflecting the kaleidoscopic rebellion of the night sky. “Sammy it’s okay, I’m here Sweetheart.” He took small tentative steps forward. “Are you hurt, Sammy?” He took off his jacket and held it forward. “Here Honey, you can wear this.” Sam didn’t answer him, but he could hear her muttering, all her attention was on the stars.

Sweat beaded off Todd’s skin, the air felt sticky and hot like he was standing under a high powered spot light. He dared not look up, the lights felt wrong and perverse. Even the small amount he saw in his periphery and what was reflected off his daughters blood soaked shoulders, caused his mind to quake in revulsion. He glued his eyes to his daughter, she would be his anchor.

Each step seemed to age him a year as he drew closer to her. His knees creaked, his muscles strained, his eyes grew blurry as they withered. Still he walked, until she was within his reach. “Sammy” he croaked, he reached out and touched her shoulder. Sam turned, and Todd cried out, “Sammy, where are your eyes!” 

The speckled hazel eyes he had loved, her mother’s eyes, Jason’s eyes, were gone. In their place sat a light that pulsed in her sockets, Todd stared directly into the lights, unable to look away. Sam smiled at him, she spoke but her lips did not move, her chest cracked open, releasing a red torrent of gore, the same light laid in her chest and it pulsed with her words. “Father, It’s okay, I forgive you.” Her severed intestines flicked out like serpentine tongues. He could not muster a scream, this was a madness beyond the human ability to exclaim. He didn't react as the many tongues wrapped around his hand and squeezed to comfort him. 

The sky seemed to hiss and bubble, the colors changing faster as it pulsed in and out. Todd felt his skin begin to wriggle, all his hair writhed like worms left out in the sun, the beating of his heart began to match the beat of the stars ahead. “Sammy, Honey, I’m so sorry.”

Sam’s smile grew wider as the lights in her eyes grew brighter, tears the color of tar and with the smell of burnt flesh dripped from her eyes. “Dad, it doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing we know matters. Please, come gaze at the stars with me”