Scratch

Agg725 wrote:

veggieman001 wrote:

Wickimen wrote:

My longest ever is like 14k
But it didn't really count because it was stupid
I'd count 12k as my actual longest
And now I have a vague half-idea which may turn into like 8 words at the moment!

omg!
My longest was that thing for NaNo last year (and I'll count it even though it's stupid)
It was a feeble 8k :'(

if ur 8k is feeble, my 2k is a failure

That's your record? Well, I was actually trying to write a book-type thing.

Oh, that's your current story.

veggieman001 wrote:

Wickimen wrote:

veggieman001 wrote:

omg!
My longest was that thing for NaNo last year (and I'll count it even though it's stupid)
It was a feeble 8k :'(

It was not stupid ;_;
And 8k's not bad
That's usually around how far I get before quitting

Yeah I know 8k isn't bad

Also like
I really don't mind if you like my stories besides  that but like don't like that one because it's like really bad like seriously :'(
wicki come on chathello im boreded

But I like it 

One more hour left in day two, and I have written nothing 

The carnival!
    It was only there once a year, for one wonderful week at the beginning of June, after the end of school and before the slow, lazy days of summer. It was merely a shabby collection of orange tents and white-and-red-striped tents; the mismatched bands of street performers and musicians offering their entertainment for the occasional dollar; artists at their stands draped with threadbare curtains; and then the candy, the games, the prizes—especially the prizes. Merely! The last week of school was only a formality. It was, in the eyes of the younger boys and girls, there simply to count off the days until the carnival began. The older ones, who were leaving the lower school, pretended not to care.
    The carnival!
    Most of the children couldn’t take the subway to school by themselves; they were always accompanied by older siblings when they stepped into the train with its wheezing accordion sides, folding, unfolding and folding again. But the carnival was different. They were free then. Many of them promised their mothers that they would stay together, but this promise was traditionally broken. They couldn’t bother about it, not on the week of the carnival.
    The carnival!
    But the clocks were so slow.
    Classrooms full of students, perspiring in their school sweaters—red for the lower school, and blue for the high school; as well as an unfortunately bright, repellent mustard yellow for the nursery school—continually checked the time, ground their teeth, tapped their feet and chewed their thumbnails, waiting, waiting, waiting. Maille sat towards the back of the room, fidgeting anxiously with her blue hair ribbons. She despised the hair ribbons, but her mother insisted she wear them for the last day of school. She always did, and Maille always got rid of them before she arrived home. This year she had tried to be patient, but they would be gone in time for the carnival.

---

Unedited and terrible, and I'm still very behind
I guess I'll like
Try and catch up tomorrow

Ideas, please. I beg you. D:

Yay 1686 words

werdna123 wrote:

Two words.

Chapter One

Chapters suck!

You're welcome 

DogLover3000 wrote:

veggieman001 wrote:

Yay 1686 words

Yay good 4 u! oops! wrong user. Agg's my newer user.

soooo embarrassing! O___O

veggieman001 wrote:

Yay 1686 words

Stop being so efficient!

Wickimen wrote:

Well I was going to delete that, but then you quoted it
The stupid things I do at midnight
And most times of day

I would be up all night writing, but I have to be in bed by 10:30 at most. Bedtime sucks. Plus, whenever I try to do something productive while in bed, like listen to positive
music, read books that build my vocabulary, or play skill-building handheld video games, Mom tells me to go to sleep. GRRR...

(let's go back on the topic now, shall we?)

So I have seven pages of my thing done. Question: Does it have to be a complete book?

Agg725 wrote:

Wickimen wrote:

Well I was going to delete that, but then you quoted it
The stupid things I do at midnight
And most times of day

I would be up all night writing, but I have to be in bed by 10:30 at most. Bedtime sucks. Plus, whenever I try to do something productive while in bed, like listen to positive
music, read books that build my vocabulary, or play skill-building handheld video games, Mom tells me to go to sleep. GRRR...

(let's go back on the topic now, shall we?)

So I have seven pages of my thing done. Question: Does it have to be a complete book?

Turn off the volume of the video games and use a flashlight to read
It's what I do!
Everyone else in the house goes to bed early, so it's easy for me