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They posted this topic
It didn't explain very much though

Maybe my story should be about toast
...nah XD

Last edited by Wickimen (2012-04-05 12:34:37)

XDDD

The_Dancing_Donut wrote:

The cat emerged, seemingly uncomfortable in my presence. Slapping my knees, I encouraged the timid creature to come closer... but as the feline sprung at me I noticed that it's body was a strawberry poptart! Legasp! I ran away to a lunatic asylum.

The end.

Amazing literature accomplishment, my fellow killjoy.

The_Dancing_Donut wrote:

BellijerinToast, that's it! Well, I missed a lot of mad stuff .__.

I found myself in a searing heat, slowly becoming more... crisp. I cried out as I was launched from the fiery chamber and landed on the kitchen counter; where I was swiftly spread all over with butter. Then I died.

I remember Bellijerint.
I could feel my IQ drop every time I saw his grammar.


The poor toast in your story. 

The_Dancing_Donut wrote:

soupoftomato wrote:

The_Dancing_Donut wrote:

BellijerinToast, that's it! Well, I missed a lot of mad stuff .__.

I found myself in a searing heat, slowly becoming more... crisp. I cried out as I was launched from the fiery chamber and landed on the kitchen counter; where I was swiftly spread all over with butter. Then I died.

I remember Bellijerint.
I could feel my IQ drop every time I saw his grammar.


The poor toast in your story. 

Maybe I killed BellijerinToast! Maybe we need a funeral, for his grammar! ;n;
Poor, poor toasty D:

Soup & TDD marched towards the hole in the ground, carefully balancing the small oak coffin between them. As they lowered the toast into the ground, they realised that this was the end of the bad-grammar outbreak. They bowed their heads, and let their tears fall delicately onto the fresh mound of earth.

And then they danced on it.

Jack never wanted to be an orphan. It wasn't his fault he never knew his father, and that his mom died in an accident when he was five, but life is cruel, especially to Jack. He had no choice but to keep on running, searching for the perfect home that would never come.

wow, exactly 50 words xD

That's the best one so far.

Mine was like 41 or so

Lol mine was a joke
banana's was good though

37 words:
The children giggled nervously, not accepting that their hero--their Easter bunny and the meaning of life--did not exist, was a lie, their lives were a lie, they knew this but they refused to see, couldn't...wouldn't...

IN CONTEXT
me:  xD
my mom bought easter eggs at the michaels
when i was like right there
there were little kids in line
said i loudly
"REVEALING"
friend:  what was their reaction hasf-d]p
me:  The children giggled nervously, not accepting that their hero--their Easter bunny and the meaning of life--did not exist, was a lie, their lives were a lie, they knew this but they refused to see, couldn't...wouldn't...
c:
friend:  or
they ignored you.
C:
me:  ...
maybe
friend:  HAHA
SCORE

Wickimen wrote:

Lol mine was a joke
banana's was good though

37 words:
The children giggled nervously, not accepting that their hero--their Easter bunny and the meaning of life--did not exist, was a lie, their lives were a lie, they knew this but they refused to see, couldn't...wouldn't...

IN CONTEXT
me:  xD
my mom bought easter eggs at the michaels
when i was like right there
there were little kids in line
said i loudly
"REVEALING"
friend:  what was their reaction hasf-d]p
me:  The children giggled nervously, not accepting that their hero--their Easter bunny and the meaning of life--did not exist, was a lie, their lives were a lie, they knew this but they refused to see, couldn't...wouldn't...
c:
friend:  or
they ignored you.
C:
me:  ...
maybe
friend:  HAHA
SCORE

Not like they don't see all the marketing stuff at stores.

You see, that stuff they see is the family gatherings, and the baskets and hidden eggs in the morn are from the true bunny.
---
The kids had been reassured in what they knew. The bunny they love, and the meaning of life that accompanies it, were certainly true. The visit on Sunday from him only had the same products they saw their parents buy due to mere coincidence. Everything was right once more.

Last edited by soupoftomato (2012-04-05 16:30:35)

NO WAY JOSE i am bad at writing a little. I have a weird tendency to write more than the average kid in our grade. I think I write too much. I can write 450 words as an answer for a simple question (not all the time, but usually). This is why i came to the conclusion that i might have OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder), but when i tell someone about it, they get mad at me and say I have no problems. I just wish they believed me because i have all the symptoms. As an addition to my habit of writing too much, I am starting to talk too much as well. I think this is because I am about to become a teen (just one more year left to go)

Last edited by MathMaster101 (2012-04-06 14:11:15)

Once apon a time I hit a dog with a clock. The end.
That's under 50 words.

I stretched out my arms as I fell in peace through the field of flowers.  For some reason, I felt safe, as if the world was beneath me and I could fly off from the sadness of Earth.  I could see all sadness blur in front of me.  Complete Bliss.

I think that's exactly 50 words