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veggieman001 wrote:

spongebob123 wrote:

veggieman001 wrote:

get writing bro
get in the ZONE

i'm a sis, not a bro 

and i'm halfway in the zone.

now i'm totally in da zone.

YAY

It's just that I'm stuck editing Chapter 2, which had a major goof-up. (An adolescent griffon which grew insanely fast still fit in her rider's jacket!)

bro i call everyone bro bro bro bro bro bro bro
even my sister irl bro

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spongebob123 wrote:

veggieman001 wrote:

spongebob123 wrote:

i'm a sis, not a bro 

and i'm halfway in the zone.

now i'm totally in da zone.

YAY

It's just that I'm stuck editing Chapter 2, which had a major goof-up. (An adolescent griffon which grew insanely fast still fit in her rider's jacket!)

bro i call everyone bro bro bro bro bro bro bro
even my sister irl bro

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brony
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no bloody way
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spongebob123 wrote:

veggieman001 wrote:

spongebob123 wrote:

i'm a sis, not a bro 

and i'm halfway in the zone.

now i'm totally in da zone.

YAY

It's just that I'm stuck editing Chapter 2, which had a major goof-up. (An adolescent griffon which grew insanely fast still fit in her rider's jacket!)

bro i call everyone bro bro bro bro bro bro bro
even my sister irl bro

b
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bro
bron
brony
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No.

ProgrammingFreak wrote:

Andres-Vander wrote:

spongebob123 wrote:

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No.

Yes.

No.

veggieman001 wrote:

I have 3458 words now.
Here is some.

"I'll start." We crouched down, and she pulled out her shooter. It was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. It was essentially clear, with dark silver swirls inside, but on the inside was a smaller white marble, with names written all over it in black ink. I didn't know who the names belonged to, but I know that those people must be pretty amazing to have their name on her marble. She shot and as it spun, I saw more names, as well as white space that had not yet been marked by her minuscule handwriting. It spun around in a sort of spiral, knocking marble after marble out of the ring. Fifteen out of thirty two marbles were now hers, and the battlefield now seemed sparse in comparison to before.
    I shot with my blue and green elephant’s egg, but my results were not nearly as impressive. One, two, three, four, five marbles spun out of the ring. Twelve to go. Naturally, on her next shot, she removed all of the remaining marbles. We separated and gathered up our marbles, laughing.

Quite good.

My teachers want me to do this, they think that my writing is awesome. I give an essay to my dad and he falls out of his chair laughing at stuff I didn't mean to be funny.

I have 5,459 and it sucks, plus I have like no plot
I have the beginning and ending planned but absolutely no middle
So I probably won't end up getting done

Maybe if I come up with a middle
But those are hard to come by *puts on thinking cap*

I've decided to strand them in the middle of some unknown realm
Fynn is basically blind in this scene, so it was interesting to write
Judging by the clues, can you guess where he is? 
[I ended rather abruptly for this excerpt, because the rest of chapter 2 so far has no real clues]

    He awoke, the side of his face pressed to an unfamiliar surface; rough, gritty, uneven and moist. His head was pounding horribly, and there was something warm matted in his hair which he recognized as blood. It was painful to touch, but he didn’t think that he’d been seriously injured. It was so dark that it scarcely mattered whether his eyes were opened or closed, but he kept them open. He took deep gulps of salty-tasting, frigid night air. He was cold; cold had settled itself in him and stiffened him, as though he had been lying there for a long time.

^^Thankies
It is?! D:
It's working for me though

I'm beginning to wonder if you actually have to verify that you are, in fact, an educator
On the ywp forums, someone with the title 'Educator' was like OMG DISCUSS NANOWRIMOS AWESOMNES LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!! : DDD

Unless it's just a very immature adult of course
My brother and I used to laugh maniacally into the phone at salespeopletelemarketers and one of them called back and imitated the laugh
That must have been awkward in the office

I started a few days ago and am writing like crazy! 

veggieman001 wrote:

ProgrammingFreak wrote:

I started a few days ago and am writing like crazy! 

How much do you have?

Like 10 pages. Not that much.

Here's the beginning:

Chapter 1

The smell of garbage filled the air in this small apartment complex. As you would walk in, a man in a maroon suit would greet you and ask if you need any help.

Quite classy actually, for around here. But this complex wasn’t just normal and unusually classy. No, it was much more than that. It was almost magical.

Franklin Inn was the name of it. Named after the founder. Yes, his last name was Inn. Quite coincidental, eh?

But we’re not here to stay in this dim lobby. Nope, we’re going up the 27 sets of stairs, down the hallway, and to the door on the right. Apt. 27B. Where it all began.

A short teenager was sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine. His hair was long brown hair which was flung to one side. His eyes could barely be seen under his hair and thick eyebrows. Freckles covered his face almost completely.

Suddenly a sound came from somewhere in the apartment. The boy, Jason, looked up.
“Mom? Are you back?” He said, questionably. He had thought his mother had gone to the grocery store, but perhaps she hadn’t left yet.

He got up and slowly walked to the bedroom.
Something might be in there, Jason. He thought. But quickly cleared his brain of such thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and wish he hadn’t. Of course, once he opened his eyes, he saw that no one was there. It was just his cat, Samson. But noises could still be heard.

Oh, the TV is just on. Jason assured himself. But how could it have come up? Had Samson done it?

Jason walked over to the cat and picked him up, “We’re you being a nosy little fella, Samson?”
The cat just yawned and quickly leaped from Jason’s arms.

Jason snickered and went back to his previous action.



An hour later, the door knob turned and Jason’s mother walked in with bags of groceries in her hand.
“Hey, honey. Could you give me a hand?” she asked.
“Sure.”
As she gave him a bag, she asked him, “Did anyone come by while I was gone?”
“No...why do you ask?” Jason said.
She shrugged, “Oh, no reason. I just thought someone might.”
“Okay....But why?”
His mom stopped working and looked up at him. “Can we talk about something else?”
“Fine, fine.”

Well that was strange. Thought Jason. She wasn’t usually that snappy at him. He wondered what was the problem.

When they were done, Jason had turned on the television. But his mother didn’t approve.
“What are you doing?”
Jason looked back at her, “Uh...I was just going to watch some TV. Is that a problem?”
“Yes, actually. Why don’t you go out with your friends or something?” She held her hands at her hips, which she only did if she was really upset.
“Mom, are you alright?”

There was a pause.
“No.”

Jason sat there for a second, knowing that that wasn’t the real answer. But he also knew that it wasn’t the time to deny her either, so he stood up and put on his coat.

Soon he was out the door, heading to...well, somewhere other than here.