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transparent wrote:

You'll be the next Rowling. :'3

danke

so can I register and then exclusively post lists of fart jokes
jk, I'm not that good at jokes

Site Admin > Pages > Authors > Edit
and then just add the image there and i can futz with the formatting if needed to make it work.

i've upgraded you to an editor
because i trust you

this is a forum topic not a room
:I

Oh please do so, lol.

Agg725 wrote:

Wicki's seen and edited some of my writing before, so can I join?

Perhaps you could just post a sample here as well, just to remind them?

No please. C:

If you want, you could put this up. 

Agg725 wrote:

Wicki's seen and edited some of my writing before, so can I join?

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

I can't copy-paste on my kindle.

Remember that horrible infodumpy chapter about a royal family in the land of Persalonia with a bratty little sister who wanted to be queen?

transparent wrote:

Sorry, I don't. Perhaps someone else does. 

I was asking Wickimen. 

Agg75 wrote:

Years ago, in the land of Persalonia, there lived a family, which consisted of two beautiful girls, their mother, and their father. However, this was no ordinary family. The father and mother of these girls were King William and Queen Charlotte of Persalonia.

        Diana, at the age of 16, was the oldest child in the family. She would one day rule the country. Elizabeth, Diana’s younger sister, was 12 years old. Elizabeth had always dreamed of being Queen, and had been highly dismayed when her mother told her that Diana would be in power, not her.

       To tell the truth, Elizabeth had never outgrown the jealousy of her sister. Many arguments erupted from her anger. Why? She wondered, Why did Diana have to be born first? I could make a better queen than she ever would.

      Elizabeth’s head was often full of these thoughts. She couldn’t possibly imagine that she was mistaken. However, she was definitely wrong. Diana, unlike her other sister, had a remarkable knowledge of government practices, history, languages, and other countries.

      Diana knew Elizabeth was jealous of her, and because of it, she tried to be extra nice to her. Once, she said, “Don’t worry, Elizabeth. I’m sure some prince from another country would like for you to reign with him.”

       However, Diana’s attempt in cheering her sister up was in vain. Elizabeth didn’t care. She sharply replied, “However, I wouldn’t want to rule anywhere but here!” With that, she stormed off to her bedroom. Tears trickled down her face. Nowhere, She thought, nowhere but Persalonia.

        In her bedroom, Diana thought about what Elizabeth had said. She’s right, Diana thought, No other country can compare to the one my father rules here.

       Suddenly, Diana’s room was filled with a loud sound, almost like a crash of thunder. Diana dashed to the window, to see a nearby house burst into flames.

        A second later, her mother entered the room. “Diana,” She said, “We need to leave. The enemy has destroyed a number of homes in the area. Will you please go upstairs and tell your sister to pack her bags?”

        Diana nodded, and went upstairs. Soon, the two girls were ready to leave. “Mother, where are we going to stay?” Elizabeth asked, concerned about the attack.

        “I discussed it with your father,” she said, “and we believe it’s best to stay with Uncle James until this whole thing is over with.”

         Diana was still concerned. “Who will fight back?” She inquired fearfully, “Who will protect our country?”


       “Your father has it all worked out,” her mother said, “Organized groups of minutemen are ready to defend in every province. You have nothing to worry about, dear.”

         After a few hours of riding in the carriage, the family made it to Uncle James’s house. They were greeted quite warmly. “William! Charlotte! Great to see you,” he paused, “And what’s this? My two favorite girls!” Diana and Elizabeth couldn’t help smiling.

        “Please,” he said, “Come make yourself comfortable.”

         The family got their bags out of the carriage, which soon left. Uncle James quickly helped out. “Here,” he said, “You don’t have to carry that heavy bag.” 

        “Why thank you, James!” King William didn’t know what else to say.

       “No problem,” James said, coming down the stairs. “ Let me show you where you’ll be staying. Girls, you’ll be staying here, and William, you and Charlotte will stay in the next room over.”

        It definitely was a pleasant evening at Uncle James’s house. The adults tried not to look worried in front of the girls. However, everyone in that house knew it would be a long time before they would return to their home.

veggieman001 wrote:

Wickimen wrote:

luiysia wrote:

maybe.

hm veggie would you mind if I just emailed it to you so I could spare myself the embarrassment of posting my carpy writing publicly

Wait so
You're emailing him your writing in secret because you're embarrassed by it
So that you can then put up said writing publicly??
What

logic!

of COURSE

don't you see!
I need VALIDATION first ;_____;