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[LYKOICXDED]

(I love Neon_Frost on DeviantART. Her art is AMAZING)

im sitting here like "WHY IS EVERYTHING I WRITE SO TERRIBLE."

Its like art block. Once you get through it, you have feeling like you've gotten better.

[kavv]

Evelyn Peterson was thinking about Dean Russell again. Dean was an intuitive sunlight with soft fingers and beautiful legs.

Evelyn walked over to the window and reflected on her deprived surroundings. She had always hated death trap Highschool with its loose, low Lockers. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel lonely.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an intuitive figure of Dean Russell.

Evelyn gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a hopeful, patient, tea drinker with skinny fingers and lanky legs. Her friends saw her as a foolish, funny fox. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a long bird.

But not even a hopeful person who had once made a cup of tea for a long bird, was prepared for what Dean had in store today.

The clouds danced like thinking birds, making Evelyn concerned. Evelyn grabbed a peculiar sketchbook that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Evelyn stepped outside and Dean came closer, she could see the wet glint in his eye.

Dean gazed with the affection of 4904 self-concious loose lizards. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want Love."

Evelyn looked back, even more concerned and still fingering the peculiar sketchbook. "Dean, just... go away," she replied.

They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two clear, clever cats shouting at a very quiet class, which had indie music playing in the background and two remarkable uncles sleeping to the beat.

Evelyn studied Dean's soft fingers and beautiful legs. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Evelyn in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Dean."

Dean looked anxious, his emotions raw like a raspy, robust razor.

Evelyn could actually hear Dean's emotions shatter into 5201 pieces. Then the intuitive sunlight hurried away into the distance.

Not even a cup of tea would calm Evelyn's nerves tonight.

I just generated one of those short story thingies -- this made my day hahahah!

[Aliria]

I've generated two so far, both were completely hilarious, but I deleted them, so I can't share them here. Also, I just had a great idea: putting completely different things in the spaces than what they ask for. I'll post that once I make it.

[LYKOICXDED]

Just sitting here angrily playing my ukulele. Trying to come up with a plot or main base. I like to write about my fandoms, but lately I've been stuck...

[Aliria]

In a hat there lived a loop-de-loop, secretly a sheep squidgy named Blob Bugle. Not a fez pizza, lizards hat, filled with doom and a description smell, nor yet an and, for the glory of, industrial revolution hat with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a squidgy-hat, and that means purple.

One day, after a troubling visit from the aquamarine Mouse Lizard, Blob leaves her hat and sets out in search of three time warp time. A quest undertaken in the company of being, unrealistic and horror dapper.

In the search for the aquamarine-guarded time, Blob Bugle surprises even herself with her purple and skill as a log.

During her travels, Blob rescues a squiggling, an heirloom belonging to Mouse. But when Mouse refuses to try warble, their friendship is over.

However, Mouse is wounded at the Battle of loose change and the two reconcile just before Blob engages in some serious warble.

Blob accepts one of the three time warp time and returns home to her hat a very wealthy squidgy.

A few bits I like: Blob Bugle surprises even herself with her purple and skill as a log, the Battle of loose change, and it was a squidgy-hat, and that means purple.

[Murdoc Niccals]

Its like art block. Once you get through it, you have feeling like you've gotten better.

Oh boy that PROB explains why I'm better at writing than art.

I can NEVER write fanfics. I get too apprehensive trying to write canon chats unless I am VERY sure I don't make an error

[susurri]

Rob Chair was thinking about Cat Barker again. Cat was a bill unicorn with manly hands and #nofilter eyeballs.

Rob walked over to the window and reflected on his duck surroundings. He had always loved grand shoe with its adorable, afraid a little man. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel puzzled.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a bill figure of Cat Barker.

Rob gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a bruh, dude, feathers drinker with large hands and gorgeous eyeballs. His friends saw him as a mute, misty mustard. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a stale cookie.

But not even a bruh person who had once made a cup of tea for a stale cookie, was prepared for what Cat had in store today.

The hail pounded like kissing eagles, making Rob lobster. Rob grabbed a funky text that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Rob stepped outside and Cat came closer, he could see the good smile on her face.

"I am here because I want a dog bone," Cat bellowed, in a selfie tone. She slammed her fist against Rob's chest, with the force of 3120 unicorns. "I frigging hate you, Rob Chair."

Rob looked back, even more lobster and still fingering the funky text. "Cat, let's move in together," he replied.

They looked at each other with confuzzled feelings, like two watery, wooden weenie dogs eating at a very kewl funeral, which had metal music playing in the background and two man uncles ignoring to the beat.

Suddenly, Cat lunged forward and tried to punch Rob in the face. Quickly, Rob grabbed the funky text and brought it down on Cat's skull.

Cat's manly hands trembled and her #nofilter eyeballs wobbled. She looked awesome, her body raw like a stupid, stale selfie.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Cat Barker was dead.

Rob Chair went back inside and made himself a nice drink of feathers.

THE END

[Meweep]

I'm a new member!
➹Meweep/Noodle or Mew/None yet!➹/ Yes c:

Hello!~ I'm working on characters for a story i'm working on. It's about how intelligent futuristic cats surviving on after humans have left for different planets. Not sure about the plot though, need suggestions. Need tips on writing to, i'm not very good. :c

[iWonder]

That reminds me of something I did last year (again, in my awesome language arts class..) called Don't think write. We would just basically not think- and write. You HAD to write the entire 10 minutes, even if it was just like "The desk is wiggly. I like watermelon. Puppies are cute, oh I once saw a puppy.."
the purpose was to get our ideas flowing, then we would underline everything good and choose a good story topic

That is what we do in my writing class! I love it because I can just write a. Chapter or so and be completely focused!

Another thing I do to write is I ha e this Toughness video (Joe Hisaskki? Studio Ghibli 25years)
and it is about an hour and more long. I write until the music ends.

You can find all kinds of instrumental videos that are really long to help you stay on task.

[LYKOICXDED]

I've come up with a plot idea.

The JadeFury Tribe has always believed that if you abandon a child, their animal gaurdian will come up from the underworld, and bring them back. Few times has this happened. As the tribe grows weak and small, the need for the Forsaken Children grows. They abandon 1 last group of children in hopes that their beliefs and rituals will not wither away. Within the group, a girl named Shasta.