[lovestruck]

Username:
Diamondfox
Name:
Caldwell
Gender:
Male
Writing: (500 words or less)
Reserve with a marine biologist/artist, may use u plumerian if I somehow win him?

[bullie]

resurf wit interaction wit teh feet!!!! [sekret feot fetis!!!11 shHHHH]

[Chippitty]

ᑕᕮᗪᖇIᑕ

"What the....." Cedric rubbed his sleepy
eyes open to his alarm. His alarm didn't go off. Why?
Then he saw the alarm said 2:00 pm. Cedric
immediately jumped out of bed.
"I'm LATE!" he
screamed to no one in particular. He became
the flash and ran towards the bathroom to
take a bath. Cedrc's flight leaves 3:00 but
he should've been there earlier!

He got out immediately. The
plumerian grabbed everything he needed.

This was his chance as a web designer.
Well, sort of. There's a convention that's
going on and today's the last day! It's for
computer web designers. He had to go!

He quickly called a taxi.

"The plane...
Where's the plane?!" He saw a plane
which had sort of the same logo.

Quickly, he ran to it. Not
realizing it was for skydiving.

"Yes, made it in time."
so he started to read a book.

"What're you doing, kid?!"
the instructor glared. "Uhm. Reading?"
Cedric answered in a monotone voice.

"No! We are skydiving!"
the instructor's voice echoes.

"I'm sorry guy, you
must be confused with something."
Cedric went back to reading his book before the instructor
got it and ripped it in half.

"Hey! I got 20% off on that book!" Cedric squealed.

"Listen, man. I'm not a skydiving student!
I'm just here to relax!"


"Does THAT look like relaxing to you?!"
the instructor pointed at the plumies who
got all their gear on and parachutes ready.

Cedric was wrong! He wasn't used to
it and he hated heights. Wait, why's there
a skydiving plane in an airport!?

No no no no.

The instructor gave
him the gear and told
him to get ready.

He did.

He saw the other student
shivering beside him.

"You okay, pal?"
he asked.

"Y-yeah.. Just scared."
that voice... It sounded familiar..

"Nice flower crown.."
he said. "looks
like blueberries." he chuckled. He
felt oddly calm.

The purple plumerian gave him a strange look.

"Cedric?"
she asked.

"How'd you know my name?"
Then it hit him. How can he forget?!

"Calytrix? Calytrix!" Cedric
smiled at seeing her.

"Oh, man I missed you!"

"I missed you too, Ced!
I was gonna visit." they nuzzled
foreheads.

They're best friends! Calytrix had
to move away with her family when
they were tweens. They've rarely
talked since they got busy but their
friendship stayed the same.

"You were gonna visit?
But I was gonna visit!" the convention
he was going to go to was near her place.

"Well, we're both here now!"

"Why are you skydiving though?" Cedric asked.

"You told me to take more risks. And-"

"Whoops, time for you to get off the plane!"
the instructor told them what they had
to do and before the could protest, they were flying off.

Cedric and Calytrix screamed. But a
happy kind of scream.

They were together again. After so
many years. They miss each other's company.

Cedric smiled at her and so did she.

"1"

"2"

"3!"

They pulled the cord.

ᑌᔕᕮᖇᑎᗩᗰᕮ:
I'm Lyrics!

ᑎᗩᗰᕮ:
I'm Cedric. Cedric Ciorae.

Gᕮᑎᗪᕮᖇ:
Male, bisexual.

Calytrix owned by skitterspider

[Cheeb]

aaron its hot...........

[Pipboy]

Username: Pipboy
Name: Jericho Valentine
Gender: Male (trans or cis I haven't decided yet)
Writing: (500 words or less) wip- mother was told he was dead when born and she went home believing that, he was adopted to another family, years later went out to search for her and found her.

[PikachuTori25]

Username:
PikachuTori25
Name:
Apollo
Gender:
Male
Writing:
“I jumped slightly and cautiously approached, trying to see what it was. I blinked, astonished to see that it had a beak! It was a small bird. Carefully, I scooped up the blob, gently holding it close to keep it warm. I looked up in the trees, spotting a nest in the one above me. A big brown took flight and started to circle me and screeching. Muffling a yelp, I held the little blob close to me. I snorted and started to climb the tree with the nest in it, still getting cawed at by the brown bird; it looked like an owl but I wasn’t sure what kind. The bird flew over to the nest and screeching louder at me as I got closer, making sure I still had my little pink blob. As I got to the nest, the brown bird pecked at me. I snorted and quickly put the little pink blob of a baby bird back in the nest. I speedily climbed down from the tree as the brown bird was still pecking at me. As I returned to the ground, the brown bird flew back up, settling in its nest. I smiled, glad that I put the small blob of the baby bird back in the nest. I started on my way back to the path when I heard a noise behind me. I glanced back, and saw the blob back on the ground. I blinked and tenderly lifted the blob up again, looking up at the nest. The bird was looking down, screeching at me. “I guess… you don’t want this one?” I asked, grunting at the bird and gently held the small pink blob up to my face, smiling to myself. “If your parent won’t take care of you… Then I will.” I said to the blob and went back to the path, returning to my home. I wasn’t sure how to take care of a small chick, but I was willing to give the small blob the best life I possibly could. I grinned as I got home and began to set up a small mock nest for the nestling, carefully placing him down in it. “You need to have a name little blob. I can’t call you blob all your life. You’re going to be big one day and not a blob anymore….” I muttered to the small bird as it cawed softly. “Yes, yes, I’ll ground you up worms and a bit of meat soon.” I murmured and found a heating lamp for one of my terrariums and put it over the small pink blob. The small bird calmed down a bit, contentedly nesting into the scraps of soft items I put in the cardboard box. I smiled. “How about Atlas? Will that be a good name?” I nodded and began to fix up a small mixture of food for the bird. That’s when Atlas came into my life, He’s my best friend…even if he is a barn owl.”
(500/500)

[Wileyfangs]

Username: Eternal_Flame //Name: Two-Bit //Gender: Male//
Writing:
(A philosophic questioning and honest conversation about religion while hiding from a gang)



You’re quiet as you enter, your mind a constant wave of conflicted thoughts. This isn’t for you. But it’s a place of peace. You don’t deserve that peace. It’s calm here. It’s not calm, it’s... scary. You think you feel a million eyes on you and you pull your jacket tighter around you and try not to scuff your shoes on the floor. You were never one for this kind of thing.
Religion was for people with hope and boy aren’t you are kind of hopeless at the moment.

Maybe once in high school you were interested in Theology, the idea that so many worlds so different apart could hold so many of the same values of life, of moral, but simply call their gods or God so many different things. In philosophical reasoning, you even ventured that they might all be the same in the grand scheme of things. Just different names from different worlds. Tomato, Tamato.

Here though it’s obvious what world you’re in and maybe that’s what scares you. You came here for something. You wish you could follow just based on faith alone. You feel nothing here. But maybe it’s not for you to feel.

That’s not the reason you came anyway. You needed a break.

You feel a buzz in your pocket and your mind freezes. Have they found you? You sit down in a pew by yourself and check with shaky hands. No. It’s just the phone company, warning you of using up your minutes. No one’s found you. Not yet.
You sag in relief. You don’t want to be found.

You take a moment to stare up at the glass stained windows depictions. You wonder who made them. You think them beautiful…but you’re wasting your time. There’s nothing for you here. You make to leave when you see an old woman shuffle beside you.
“Pardon me, young boy.” She rasps as she takes a seat beside you. You’re almost bewildered in your state of mind but you give an awkward bob of your head. “Sorry,” you mutter. “I was just gonna go…”

“Oh don’t worry hun. I’m hardly here anyway. The only reason I’m here is for the brunch this afternoon.” She whispered and your eyes must widen comically for she stifles a snort of laughter at the sight of you. “Don’t look so shocked dearie. Not all of us old folks can stand all this quiet all the time.”

You don’t mean to but you sit back down. Here is a conundrum, one your philosophical mind can appreciate.

“Is that why so many people are here today?”

“Mmmhmm. Sister Rosemary is makin a roast.”

You stifle a laugh at the thought, garnering some of the attention of the residence. The old woman smirks and her eyes hidden behind spectacles that slide down her nose seem to sparkle.

“You’re not here for that roast though, are you boy?”

You only sigh and nod. You’re not.

“Everyone comes here for something. We always do.”

[500/500]

[ChristainAnimalLover]

Dear Diary,
---Yesterday was monumental - I met with an agent for a very big record company after they saw the music video I threw together out of boredom; I can't even remember uploading it to YouTube, I must have been in one of those sleep-deprived dazes I often end up in xD
---Anyway, as far as I could tell they were quite impressed(although I guess they'd have to be to want to meet me). I was a nervous wreck the whole time, and I know I did that tick of mine repeatedly. You know? The one where I brush my bangs to the side, trying to tuck them behind my ear, even though they never stay? I think I did that just about every other question. I tried my best to remain professional, but I know I broke eye-contact several times and I'm certain I was 50 shades of red out of nerves rather than brown and white ///^.^///
---They seemed very nice and understanding, but I hope I did ok. I'm still freaking out! I get all jittery and rambly whenever I think about it. Is "rambly" even a word? Hey, did I mention I saw the prettiest sunset last night? It was gorgeous! Orange with a yellow glow right over the hills; the orange faded to pink then purple and the clouds seemed to glow! Heh, I did it again didn't I? Oh well, you can't erase pen. So, where was I? Oh, right. I don't know if I want the interview to have gone well or not...
---If it went well, I could be a big hit! I'd love to be able to share my creations, but that's a lot of attention...As you know, I'm quite shy. I don't know if I would want that much attention. I don't even know if I could handle it.
---On the other hand, I love writing and singing! (at least, alone in my room) When I finish writing a song, I usually record my second go at singing it just as a keepsake. I still can't believe I posted that! I've got to stop staying up so late(but then I'd have to stop drinking coffee with midnight-timed snacks), maybe then I won't get myself into so many of these situations. Wait, I've never been in a situation quite this big before. It's always been like a forgotten school report; although there was that time...Oh, I probably shouldn't put that in writing; the less who know of that, the better. I don't need anyone else finding out about that.
---Ok, c'mon Jazz! Focus, girl. Interview. After thinking it over, I think I would rather it went well. Yeah, being able to share my music would be well-worth the undoubted attention! I know I could always post my recordings on YouTube myself, but I think I'd be able to do "more" as an actual signed artist. Hang on, my phone's ringing...OMG! It's them! It's the agent!!
Gotta go,
~ Love Jazz

500/500 Words

~ Both in-post quotes are from the 2015 movie Jem and the Holograms; title is by me

[ZC.]

Username: Vriska Serket
Name: Abel
Gender: Genderfluid [She/hers]
Writing: (500 words or less)

wip!!

[vivi.]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Writing: (500 words or less)
res