Between the Lines discussion

share snippets or whole chapters of your stories, just have fun with it!

can i put a chapter of a story here?

I'm not sure whether it's any good.

Go ahead
We won't judge

Blue wrote: "can i put a chapter of a story here?

I'm not sure whether it's any good."

of course you can<3
i'm sure it's amazing!

I'm working on a long term project that I don't have a good title for now but my placeholder title is 'Master of Locks'
I'm still in the worldbuilding & character designing phase but I'll sometimes stop and write little paragraphs just to get myself inspired
If you wanna hear more about the plot, world, or characters just let me know and I'll infodump to you [I love talking about this project] <3<3<3
It's kinda like a buddy-comedy-drama-action blend with a bunch of really silly characters just existing
here's a little bit I made up randomly.

"Reputation stops running for a moment, falling behind the others as she admires her reflection in a puddle of dirty water."

•- VîÇk †hε I¢£Wï∩G -• wrote: "I'm working on a long term project that I don't have a good title for now but my placeholder title is 'Master of Locks'
I'm still in the worldbuilding & character designing phase but I'll sometimes..."

omg i love this! <33
i would love to here more about the plot :))

Ohhh, okie! so what I have so far is basically there's two main groups that the story focuses on;

The Thieves - Tobei, Arson, Guidance, Blair, and Honey
The Law Enforcement - Argument, Reputation, Define, Enthusiasm, and RUin

There are also a few randos that pop up every once in a while, the only one I've fleshed out is Asylum

So basically the thieves have invaded the town where nobles & the queen live, they're stealing stuff and pawning it off so they have food & also things to entertain themselves
The law enforcers are tryna catch them
I have a bunch more plot notes that imma just paste from the google doc I made lmao

(view spoiler)[
Start off with the law enforcers
They are concerned about the Queen’s lack of action against the thieves who have been stealing from nobles
They go to confront the Queen and ask her to do something
The Queen doesn’t care and just wants them off her back; we are given context as to the reason the Queen is so awful [she was the only heir to the throne when her mother died] via a flashback/thought/memory
They keep bugging her and finally, she decides to send them off to stop the thieves
They are not thrilled because quite a few of them hate each other
Probably now we go to the thieves and they just got back from a heist
Tobei is yelling at Arson like YOU DOOFUS YOU SET OFF THE ALARM and normally it wouldn’t matter but THIS WAS LITERALLY THE PRINCE’S HOUSE THAT THEY WERE ROBBING
Arson does not care, ve know that everything will be fine
Everything is not fine
The prince had heard the alarm go off and called the law enforcers and then they followed the thieves back to their hiding spot
Hmm, wait am I jumping into the action too early??
Maybe I’ll add a few things first
Ok instead of the law enforcers finding them immediately the thieves can escape, and the law enforcers only caught a glimpse of them but didn’t investigate much because they thought it was just random people and there’s so many around that it wasn’t very s u s
But STUPID F***ING ARSON had to have cut vis hand and so now there’s a trail of BLOODY F***ING HANDPRINTS leading back to their base thingy
The thieves have a good amount of time before the law enforcers notice the literal trail of blood so they hang out in their spot
Some nice sensory details happen, the place is very ambient
Probably a sentence or two about Guidance being stupid
Honey acts cute for a bit
Arson fake flirts with Tobei
Make sure to fit some lore into there, maybe describe how the creatures look or how the society/world they’re in works
OK NOW THE ACTION BANG THE LAW ENFORCERS DONE FOUND THEM
Ok so the law enforcers are in the hideout and now the thieves are trying to get their crap together so they don’t have to leave all their stuff
They have to leave most of it behind, including all of Arson’s stuff because ve distracted the law enforcers while everybody else scrambled
Arson is almost captured but Honey helps ver escape
After that they all hide in an abandoned building with lots of spiders in it
Arson, of course, goes to Honey and is like ‘hah thanks for having my back earlier’ and Honey is really sweet about it
Now back to the law enforcers they’re like ‘goddammit they got away’ and Ruin suggests that they just give up because it’s not like they’d be punished for failing because of their absolute trash heap of a queen
Reputation is like NoOoOoO bUt ThE mOnEy
Define smacks Ruin and calls them a scardey-cat for trying to quit the mission and then resumes his brooding
Enthusiasm is throwing a fit because she got blood on her when she was fighting Arson
Define tells everyone to shut up and that they should keep moving to find the thieves
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Oop just realized I haven't given Blair a single scene yet O-O I'll have to fix that

ahhh it sounds kinda heistyyyy👀
i'm obsessed omg omg

XD I'm thinking I'll put all the notes and stuff I've done in a story on my profile

you should!

Okie! I'll post one censored ver. and one uncensored ver. for each chapter because the notes have a lot of cursing and stuff and some people don't wanna read that

ah yesss :))

Lol well Imma go get that set up
ttyl!

A little short story I wrote, in desperate need of comments.

(view spoiler)[ An incoming text message confirmed Caroline’s first babysitting job. The young teen was determined to make money. Unfortunately, her first job was to babysit the Fullers. It wasn’t that they were naughty, it was just that the Fullers lived in a little cabin in the middle of Silfren Forest, and she wasn’t sure she liked the rumours about it.

Slinging a backpack filled with unfinished homework, she headed out. “I’m going out, bye!” Caroline shouted to her mom as she closed the door behind her. After a few windy roads, she finally got to the entrance of the forest.

Most parents don’t allow their kids to go walking into the forest so it was Caroline’s first time seeing it in person. Just like the descriptions, the Silfren forest was a gloomy place, thick mist draping in the air. Century-old trees were sprawling limbs along the wet, mossy forest floor. The musty scent reached her, making Caroline take a step back.

Her eyes flitted on the small path in between trees as she searched for a way to get to the cabin. She decided to run along the path until she got to the cabin. Taking a deep breath, she wrinkled her nose when she smelt the scent of animal dung. She shook her head to clear her head and took off.

Caroline sprinted down the trail, running as fast as she could. The gloomy forest draped dark branches over her head, making her shudder. After what seemed like forever, her muscles were hurting and she couldn’t run anymore. Then, she spotted a log cabin in the middle of a clearing.

‘This must be it.’ She thought. She shifted the backpack on her shoulders. She walked to the door and knocked on the wood with her knuckles. Knock, knock.

The door creaked open a few moments later, revealing a small face covered in dirt. “Are you Caroline?” A soft voice asked. Caroline nodded with a friendly smile. “I am.” She replied. After that, everything was a blur.. She was invited to the house, briefly introduced to the three Fuller children and Mrs. Fullers hastily left the house on an ‘errand’.

“So, you’re James, Anna, and Little Matthew?” She asked, addressing the three children in order of their age. They nodded. James was a 11 years old boy who has a thing for inventing. Anna, the middle child aged 8, really liked reading. The youngest Fuller was Matthew, the 6 years old enjoyed learning how to ‘fight’. Caroline sat awkwardly in the middle of the ‘living room’. The Fullers couldn’t afford a proper house in the neighbourhood, so they moved out, according to the rumours around the town. There were only a few rickety chairs and a table in the middle of the room.

Pulling an iPad from her backpack, she played a movie to keep them occupied. Caroline took her chemistry homework out and started to work on it. A rustle from somewhere near the window startled her, making her look up. The rustling stopped and she returned to her homework, shrugging it off.

The same rustle returned a few minutes later, only louder. This time, Caroline stood up and went to investigate. What she saw surprised her, a dark shadow was lurking around the outside. The shadow broke the window with a shatter and he climbed in. The loud noise as the glass shattered and hit the ground with a sickening thun. It seemed to have alerted the children as they came rushing into the room.

Caroline was still standing by the window, a shocked expression on her face and blood trickling down her arm where a glass shard cut her. “Go! Get away!” She croaked, warning the children. She was still standing still, shock immobilizing her.

A tall man with long limbs wore black clothing, a strand of blonde hair peeking out from his hood. “Move. I am not here for you.” A distorted voice said, from his masked face. The high pitched voice suggests that there is a voice changer in his clothes. Every instinct told Caroline to move and run for her life. But something else told her to muster up her courage and stand up to the stranger in black.

“No. If you want them, you will have to go through me first.” She said, standing as tall as she could. She was shaking but she showed a brave face. The man seemed to be taken away by her reaction but he recovered quickly. “Then die! ” He declared, holding up a pencil-shaped item and pointed it straight at Caroline. It didn’t look like a weapon but it sure scared her.

One thought remained as she faced her death. ‘If I am doing this, why not help them ot my fullest?’ A not-so brilliant idea popped into her mind. It wasn’t the best but it was all she got at the moment. She hastily held her hand up, “Wait, wait. Before you kill me or something, can I call my parents and let them know?”

Seeing that the stranger looked at her expectantly, she took it as a yes. She walked slowly to her backpack and fumbled for her phone. She took her time to turn on her phone and pretended she forgot her parents’ number. She laughed awkwardly. He narrowed his eyes at her, he was not as stupid as she thought.

“Why am I even wasting time with you?” He sighed, shoving Caroline away. Her back hit the wall, hard, knocking the air out of her lungs. “No!” She said, her hard work was wasted. Before he could proceed to hunting down the Fuller children, they appeared on their own. The tattered, dirt-covered pajamas they were wearing was replaced by new, shiny armour made with steel.

A frown appeared on Caroline’s face, confused by the medieval clothing they were wearing. What James said was even more confusing. They held themselves up in a confident way.

“Give it up. We have you. You’ll not be able to escape from the Seekers.” He said, unsheathing a sword from a hidden pocket. The blade caught the beam of sunlight, gleaming. His voice was strong with authority, which made the man take a step back. James swept the sword magnificently at the man. That was the final hit, he picked up his weapon and scrambled out of the house.

As the door slammed shut and the footsteps receded, the three siblings turned to Caroline and gave her a weak smile. “Explanation?” She demanded.
The End
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WOAH :0
Thats so cool

imagine babysitting children and they turn out to be some warriors who save your life
is there more?

ok so like
I'm writing a story (not on GR) and I want some feedback because I'm currently in writer's block :")

and ive been stuck on six pages for over 2 weeks, when normally a chp. is 10 pgs. minimum
(ill deliver it in snippets)
(also yes its a fanfic :"))

Chapter 5-Book 2: Encountering The Unknown

(view spoiler)[“Hello?” The voice repeated. I didn’t know what was coming from the vents but a pair of binoculars, a compass, and a map weren’t going to be very useful weapons. I reflexively stretched my arm out to keep Foxy at bay, but he snatched the binoculars from me and made me go behind him. I looked over his shoulder and shone the little light on the compass at the vent. I should have brought a flashlight. Well considering how Foxy had shoved me in the car, I don’t even think I would have had time.

The air duct cover started to rattle and I felt myself start shaking as well. It burst open and I jumped almost a whole foot in the air. I saw a hand burst out the duct and I froze. Then a surprised face. Then a grin. Foxy gaped at the face. “Doggy? How did you even end up here? What are you doing in a vent? In this vent? What? I don’t even-” He shook his head and scooped him out the vent. Doggy noticed we were shaking and smiled slyly.

“I managed to scare you. Ha.” Foxy pouted and looked away. I was just about ready to pounce on him. “Okay, okay, we found you, which is why we came here, but now we’re stuck in an elevator.” Doggy nodded. “Yeah, so did I, but there’s a way out. In the vent, c’mon!” Foxy grimaced. “Aren’t I kinda tall? Or too large overall?” I took a peek inside the vent. It was pretty narrow. The flimsy pajamas weren’t going to help much either.

I scooted in and fit nicely into the air duct. I peeked back out and signaled for them to come in. Foxy grimaced again. I think his biggest worry was his tail. I shoved myself in there and crawled forward. I jumped when I heard Hand Unit speak again. “We are near the Ballora gallery. Please continue carefully, too much noise will disrupt her, and we don’t want that do we?”

Ballora gallery? Well if she’s an animatronic, then no, no we do not. I stood in there for a while, not really knowing if Doggy and Foxy were behind me. I heard a muffled ‘well in she goes’ and then some noise. Someone else was in the vents.

??? POV:
I had heard Hand Unit activate. I was shocked because I had been positive about making sure that no one would come in here again. I took a good look at Ennard. I had learned how to sustain myself, not needing him anymore. I don’t know whether to thank him or despise him. He did kill me, and use me as a damned suit in the human world, just to escape. Whereas Circus Baby… I shook my head. She was someone I could never forgive. She was so sadistic and self-absorbed. The worst part about her was-

I heard a clinking behind me and saw Ennard. “Well, it looks like we have a visitor.” He said in his raspy, broken voice. My face twisted into a frown and I felt queasy. Visitors meant noise. Noise meant awakening. Awakening meant the animatronics would be up and about.

I waved him off. “You better not scoop them either.” Ennard snorted and walked off, his metal wires bobbing as he left. I grimaced in disgust. Of course, he wouldn’t care. I was more worried about who could be in here, and from what I could see from my cameras, it was nighttime. I couldn’t help wondering what the chances were of me knowing them. They were pretty slim, but not impossible. I thought it’d be impossible to ever see my sister again, yet here we are.

I explored potential areas where the others could be. If they ended up finding the ‘visitors’ as Ennard had dubbed them, well I would find the unfortunate souls who ended up down here. That entrance was supposed to be sealed tight. I was in the room that controlled the Ballora and Funtime Foxy galleries.

I might want to survey from above. Just as I was about to head in, the lid of the vent had popped open. Oh no, no, they were in that vent? “Ew! It smells here!” A voice came from the vent, the same feminine one from before. I scrambled to open the door but the owner of the voice came in. I surveyed her. Flimsy tank top, and a loose pair of sweatpants. She wasn’t planning to be here. We just stared at each other for some time. She cocked her head and then sniffed the air.

“Oh, so you’re what smells so bad!” She wrinkled her nose but then looked at me apologetically. I shrugged. “It’s alright. I can’t help it though, it’s something that comes along with my condition.” She looked at me sympathetically and was a bit shocked. She was staring at my skin. Did I mention it was rotting and a disgusting shade of purple? She took a few obviously hard-to-do steps but patted my shoulder. The smell was obviously suffocating her.

She cocked her head again. “You seem familiar. What’s your name?” “People around here call me Eggs Benedict because Hand-Unit malfunctioned and the name stuck. But the real name’s Mike. Micheal Schmidt.” That wasn’t a total lie. It wasn’t my birth name, but I don’t need this stranger knowing that I’m related to one of the most sadistic killers ever known. Her mouth popped open. “Mike?” She squeaked. I raised an eyebrow uncomfortably. “Uhm, yeah?” She looked at the floor. She looked up at me in astonishment. “Mike! It’s you! It’s really you!” She started laughing, tears going down her face. They were inky black. The animatronics looked so freakish with eyes and animal parts that I had just assumed she was another animatronic, a new one, with her wolf ears and tail and glowing purple pupils. I gulped. “Do-Do I know you?”

She wiped away some tears, leaving streaks of black on her face. “Mike! It’s me, Angie! You probably don't recognize me because of my eyes and ears, but it’s me! I worked at the first and second Freddy Fazbear’s with you! Bonnie and Freddy and Chica-” She gasped. “Do you know where they are?” I let it all sink in. I didn’t know what had happened to the second place because sometime before I had come to work at Sister Location. As my father had asked me to after his death. To free the souls…

I blinked. “You’re here? I-” I looked behind her and saw a dog and a fox animatronic. They weren’t wearing fancy attire such as bowties or had any sort of musical equipment. I pointed towards them cautiously. “Who are they?” “Oh, I forgot, these are Doggy and Foxy! They’re my friends.”

“Nice of you to befriend some more animatronics. Are they replacements for Bonnie?” Her face flushed red. It had to be her. She was the only one with enough brain cells to have a crush on a robot and would be infuriated at any slightly snarky remark towards him. “Okay one, no one can replace Bonnie even if they tried. Second, they're not animatronics. They're flesh and bones.” The one who I assumed was Foxy had coughed and slit his eyes at me.

All I could think about was how he looked nothing like my Foxy. His fur was a muted sleek orange of an actual fox, with the white tail tip. He also wore his pajamas, whereas the one next to him was prepared, with jeans, a long sleeve shirt, a jacket, and a scarf. He had some car keys as well. He was supposed to be here, the others weren’t.

“Alright, so from what I’m seeing, one of you came here for a reason, where the other 2 came on a wild goose chase.” Foxy looked uncomfortable. “Angie, is everyone from your past got some concerning attribute or can tell the future in some way?” She let out a wheeze.

“I feel that no matter what happens, you’ll always find my past confusing. So do I, by the way.” She then grinned up at me. “Well Mike, you may smell revolting, and have decaying skin, but you’re still here. Definitely not as enthusiastic as I thought I’d be. Anyways, how’d you even end up here?” “I'll explain later.” Angie and her straightforward remarks. “Well, I have my own questions too. You have animal ears and tail, plus your eyes are the color of the night sky with purple pupils. Explain.”

She smiled sheepishly. The one named Doggy spoke up. “If you’ve known Angie as long as we have, you’ll have noticed that she is reckless and impulsive.” She shot him a sharp look and rolled her eyes. That she was. Really, if she hadn’t gotten up that first night with me to greet the animatronics, I might have intervened and probably gotten myself killed.

Flashback:
“Oh, hey Mike! I thought you had moved to the day shift.” I shrugged. “They moved me back to the night shift after they opened this place.” I gestured to the ceiling, meaning the second pizzeria. She grinned. According to Scott, Angie has already been working for a bit over a week here. I don’t know why she liked this job. She knew damn well the animatronics were dangerous. She said she felt tethered to the place, and she’d only been here for a short while.

She sighed and sat down in the second office chair. She grinned at me again. “Do you know about the Parts and Service?” she said a bit smugly. I raised an eyebrow. It was a room where the replacements were for the animatronics, obviously, being Parts and Service. “Yes?” Her smile faltered and she was staring at something. In one of the vents was one of the animatronics. It was too early in the night for me to deal with this.

I brought on the spare Freddy mask we used for cover but it had already pounced on Angie. A feeling of dread overcame me. She screamed as the blue bunny got on top of her. I thought that instantly she’d get shredded to pieces, but instead, it just sat there, until he shot a sharp glance at me. Angie’s face was twitching as if struggling to keep the fearful expression. Toy Bonnie’s face then burst into a smirk, while Angie burst into laughter.

Toy Bonnie got off her and dusted himself off, the smirk still on his face. Angie was laughing so hard, tears accumulated in her eyes. She sighed and shot me another grin. “Well Mike, on a scale of one to ten, how’d we do? You think the kids would like the performance?” I gaped at them both. I was still gaping when some of the other animatronics came in as well.

“I-I’m missing something here. I am missing something huge here.” Angie just looked at me blankly. She smiled sheepishly. “I never did tell you, did I? I never thought you’d recover the night shift completely so I didn’t bother to.” She shrugged. “Well, long story short I befriended the animatronics.” She used Toy Bonnie as an armrest, but the attempt made her look silly since he was so tall. Befriend the animatronics? I couldn’t help it. It was just so...confusing. “So you’re telling me, you befriended the creatures that want to kill us?” “Oh no, not all of them want to kill us, just the original Freddy. Well, he wants to kill me anyway. BB is harmless.”

She patted the figure next to her, a robot boy-er, was a robot boy who gave balloons to children. Yeah, I saw him around the day shift once or twice. He seemed like a clingy kid who just found their mother. BB was hugging Angie’s legs like there was no tomorrow.

The animatronics had crowded around the desk, me being in the spotlight. I noticed that there were some tattered ones in the back, which looked strangely a whole lot like the originals-
“Oh my goodness-Angie, are those the originals?!” She glanced over at the general direction of the animatronics. You’d think she couldn’t have her smile grow any larger, right? Nope. “Bonnie!” She ran over to him and launched herself in the one arm he had left.

Well, that’s sure a way to greet someone who tried to get you killed. This is interesting to watch. I saw the red lights he had for eyes facing me. He tapped Angie on the shoulder and then pointed towards me? “Does he know?” he asked in a glitching, malfunctioning voice. She moved her hand in a so-so way and he nodded. I didn’t get how Angie understood him so clearly. But I must admit, for a broken animatronic, his moves sure seemed swift and human.

She buried herself in his chest fur. Talk about attached. “You didn’t tell me you had a personal relationship with the bunny,” I murmured. They both whipped their heads up at me. “We don’t!” They said in unison. Not that I had asked Bonnie, but alright. (hide spoiler)]

(view spoiler)[“So let me get this straight, you all can think for yourselves, and this isn’t some fortunate malfunction?” Toy Bonnie rolled his eyes. “Uh, yeah, we only act like idiots and sing those kiddy songs because they love it. And we love them. Most adults are the worst though. Angie technically isn’t an adult so-” He shrugged.

I didn’t know what to make of this. Angie, the newest night guard among us, is also the one who’s survived because she managed to befriend killer animatronics. How ironic. “What’s next, you’re going to date one of them too?” Her face flushed a shade of pink. Balloon Boy looked up at Angie. “What’s it mean to date someone Angie?” Her face turned into a strawberry. “Well, um-”

“It’s when 2 people like each other and do things like kiss and go out and stuff.” Balloon Boy looked at me questioningly. “Will I ever get to go on a date?” Angie coughed very loudly. “Well then, Balloon Boy, remember how you told me you’ve never had a certain type of chocolate? Well, I brought some for you!” She veered him away along with his sister JJ, and over her shoulder shot me a hostile look.

The remaining animatronics stared me down. Toy Bonnie spoke up again. “Well, he doesn’t seem too bad. Sure he’s kinda old, but-” “Hey! I’m not that old! I’m in my early 40’s!” Okay, maybe I was a bit old but- Toy Bonnie grimaced. “Well, I’ll be honest, you look around 20.” Out of the corner of my eye, I could have sworn I saw someone sag with relief.

“Well then. So. You guys are friends with Angie?” One of the others finally spoke up. It was the original Freddy. “Well, they are. And have been. I don’t believe in a night guard’s charm. Last time that happened w-” A slap over the mouth. “Hush it you big-mouthed bear! Ye want to let ‘im know?” Freddy glared at Foxy. Looks like they can’t get along even amongst themselves.

I reclined in my chair, even though I was still feeling a bit tense. I don’t think they’d hurt me with Angie around but...better safe than sorry. Freddy just glared at me then stomped off. The metallic steps echoed in the large hallway. Toy Freddy looked at me nervously. “He might have some anger issues. He and Angie don’t get along. They both have anger issues.” Angie, I was aware of, but Freddy? Might be part of the reason he tried to kill me. I wonder what gave them life.
End of Flashback
I wonder what she would make of Bonnie still existing. Not that I knew anything of it. Doggy gestured towards the areas behind me. “I’ve been here for some time, and so far I have been harassed by some creepy baby dolls peeking at me through holes. I tried to get out here as soon as possible, but the elevator had gotten back up. I had lost pretty much all hope of getting out of here after going through what seemed like all the vents, then I heard the mechanisms come down and I pretty much just died. I thought it was another animatronic, but when I heard Angie and Foxy’s voices I melted in happiness.”

Foxy smirked and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. I grimaced at the ‘creepy baby dolls’. Those were probably the Bidybabs. Circus Baby needs to keep her circus in better order. I didn’t think they’d be disturbing us anytime soon though. I felt around my belt for my screwdriver. If they hadn’t appeared, I would probably have been fixing the Bidybabs by now.

Angie glanced around the place. “So. What motivated you to work here?” She rephrased her previous question. I shuffled a bit. How do you tell someone you haven’t seen in over 3 years that you were commanded by your (supposed) dead father to ‘free them’? Then again, Angie has seen some shit.

I don’t think I ever told her William was my father though. I'd tell her some other time. But this could be the last time I see her-

A screech echoed through the place. So much for a happy reunion.

“Well, I ought to get going. I’ll show you on the way out, and I need to fix the animatronics.” That was a lie. Sure, I adjusted their bolts and made a few repairs when they got damaged, but I couldn’t fix them. I couldn’t stop them from being aggressive towards others. Even around me, it took a while for them to accept me, much less repair them. I’ve kept them underground for so long, plus myself, I’m pretty sure we’ve forgotten how the light of day looks or feels like anymore.

When Circus Baby first saw me after the scooping, she seemed to have a glint of recognition in her snake-green eyes. How? I don’t know. I looked nothing like Micheal Afton as a teenager, which must have been when she last saw me. Perhaps her robot senses triggered memories shoved all the way down. What I do know is that Circus Baby, she’s something else. Not in a good way either.

Angie had a different idea. “Mike, can’t we explore this place first? Please?” I inwardly groaned. This place was dangerous. I lead her on through. We left the Ballora and Funtime Foxy control room and crawled in the vents. Angie audibly gagged. I looked back at her and she was tearing up. “I’m sorry! I’m not used to the smell of rotting corpses!” I chuckled. Who was? Doggy and Foxy seemed to be having a harder time, yet were not complaining. I could see the disgust on their faces though. Foxy seemed to be turning green. (hide spoiler)]

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This is my new book, this is also just a rough draft so don't judge it too hard lmao
feel free to leave your ideas/suggestions!

THAT WAS AMAZING

like the writing and stuff

not what Reinn did to himself

ghost story maybe????????

XDD thank you! What I'm planning on doing is kind of rewinding to when Rainn and Nick first started hanging out, then building up why Rainn killed himself and the final chapter will be that first chapter again, but from Rainn's perspective since we saw it through Nick's eyes first.

I am totally into it!!!

this is my first story eee im so nervous
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im not done but

Sixth Grade Short Story

The Forbidden Book
By: Simaran Chaube

It was a bright day, and Tailyer had just gotten off her bus. It was a great day to take a walk, and she had to go to the library anyway, so instead of going home she walked to the library. As usual, Mr.Linden was at the front desk.

“I see you haven’t started cleaning this place up yet,” Tailyer said as she dragged her finger across a dusty bookshelf.

Mr. Linden chuckled, “Maybe one day I’ll get to it,”

Tailyer rolled her eyes, “That’s what you said a month ago,” then she walked away. Tailyer always enjoyed her time at the library. She normally would spend hours upon hours there, not just reading, but spending time with Mr. Linden. “Ahah,” she picked up a twelfth grade dictionary. Even though Tailyer was fourteen, she had skipped two grades, so really she was in eleventh grade, not ninth and she was getting ready for twelfth. As she was walking through the library, she saw an alisel that hadn't been there before. And in that alisel was Mr. Linden, glaring at a book as if it had murdered his sister, which, for the record, could have, considering the fact that his sister was dead, but, then again, this is a book he was staring at. She walked up to him and tapped his shoulder, “Mr. Linden?”

He jumped, “Ahh! Oh, er, Tailyer, what are you doing here?”

“Finding a book, duh,” She said. “What’s that?” She pointed to a black book. “It looks like something from Dr.Strange.” Mr. Linden wasn’t saying anything, so Tailyer did something stupid; she reached out and grabbed the book.

“NO!” Mr. Linden exclaimed. Tailyer, now holding the book, realized that there was a black gem in the center of the black leather cover. And it was glowing.

“Uhhh,” The glowing became unbearable, so she shut her eyes. And when she finally opened them she was at home, the book still in her hands. It was about ten o’ clock, so Tailyer went to bed. And she was never the same after that.... The book haunted her: images of bloody chains, kids screaming, and things that would make her go insane filled her head. Mr. Linden couldn't handle it anymore. So he found the book at Talyer’s house and took it to the library. What he did with it is unclear, but Tailyer found the book on her dresser the next morning with a note Mr. Linden had wrote:

Dear Tailyer,

I know this will be hard for you to take in, but I’m dead. However, I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye. I just wanted to let you know what an honor it has been to get to know such a brilliant young girl like you. I’m sorry I couldn’t say this in person, but, just know that I mean every word in this letter. But, Tailyer, before I go, I will give you a set of instructions you MUST follow; One with this letter you will find a dagger, take it, keep it safe. Two, take it and walk to the nearest lake. Three, stab the gem in the center of the book then toss it into the lake. Goodbye Tailyer.

Mr. Linden

Tailyer picked up the dagger as a tear traced her cheek. “I’ll...I’ll do it,” she said to herself. And so she did. But she couldn’t just leave it at that. She had to honor Mr.Linden. He had gone through so much trouble just to keep her safe, and it had gotten himself killed...She made a grave for him. Every day she would place new flowers on it. There were usually blue tulips, his favorite. Then, one day as she was placing new flowers on his grave, she felt a sharp pain in her back. Then, warm blood oozed down her back staining the white dress she had on. Her head was throbbing, and she struggled to make sense of what was going on. Then, she realized something: Mr. Linden didn’t want the book destroyed. He wanted the exact opposite. But why? She never should have trusted him. Those were her last thoughts as she toppled onto Mr. Linden's grave, then her corpse hauled into the darkness, never to be seen again……….









THE
END!!!!!!!!!!

Sammi do u think we should do a challenge for short stories?

Simmi*

OMG!!!! YASSSS!!!

Ok!!!

ok ok yall this is a crackhead thing i wrote back in like fifth grade qwq

The Police Actually Save the Day(s) for Once
By Swara S.
DAY 1
The Start

One day Billy Bob Joe, the president of Timbuktu, was murdered. The police were deeply concerned about the future of McDonalds but they agreed to help. They found traces of onion rings in his eyeballs. Ms. Lamb, the head of police quickly headed over to Mr. Onion Ring Dude to investigate. “Did you murder Billy Bob Joe?” she asked. Mr. Onion Ring Dude replied, “kumquat fickle berry sirdetront”. Ms. Lamb forgot that Mr. Onion Ring Dude is still recovering from being in a mental psychiatric hospital for 3,897 millennials. The police quickly call Ms. Lamb, as they had found traces of short, purple fur along with some crayons in Billy Bob Joe’s hair. She races over to Barney’s playhouse to interview him. He says that he was in Miami all weekend because he wanted to visit his granddaughter Dora the Explorer. She was about to use Veritaserum to get the truth but Yellow Big Bird from Sesame Street shows up in a bathrobe. He gets some wasabi and pickled turnips from the kitchen and leaves. Ms. Lamb calls Dora to confirm that Barney was there, and she says he was. The overworked head of police calls it a day and goes home.

DAY 2
The inefficient autopsy investigation

Mr. Gefter, the Assistant Head of Police took over the investigation because Ms. Lamb got the chickenpox. He looked at Billy Bob Joe’s autopsy reports REAL HARD. He found out that he was poisoned. Mr. Gefter began eating some cucumber bagels along with some Big Macs. Then, he decided to interrogate the members of the Government of Timbuktu that knew a lot about poison, since they were probably the people who had the most access to the president. There were only two, but that wasn’t very surprising. Mr. Varley was in Austria to negotiate with the prime minister about whether Wiener Schnitzel should still pump out hot dogs in a cave infested with aardvarks or not. Ms. Gallu was the only one left. Mr. Gefter was sure she was the murderer. She said she was going over the president’s will. Mr. Gefter highly doubted this, but the security cameras told otherwise. He practically gave up at that point, as any normal person would. Mr. Gefter got an urgent call from the Hospital of Timbuktu because, upon further investigation, they had found that there was actually a knife stab on his back. The people who had performed the prior autopsy were only getting started with autopsies and more cultivated doctors had taken control of the situation. Mr. Gefter, being extremely tired, wraps up his day and heads home, forgetting about the knife stab.


DAY 3
The Extremely Useless Helicopter Ride
Ms. Lamb, having made a quick recovery, took control of the murder case once more. After having found traces of fur, crayons, and onion rings, she tried to think of a person who matched all those attributes. Then, she knew it. The murderer was Mickey Mouse himself. She takes the police force helicopter to Burbank, California, the home of everyone’s beloved cheerful rat. She finds the address of his clubhouse from the Burbank Police and rushes over and pounds on his door, in a desperate need to finally arrest him and end the case. He opens the door, holding his evening cup of coffee. Mickey seemed extremely shocked to see the head of the Timbuktu police department standing before his door. “What’d I do? I’m innocent!” he stammers. Ms. Lamb, also accompanied by Mr. Gefter, handcuffs him and takes him to the Burbank Police Department for him to confess. Ms. Lamb hooks him up to a lie detector and begins asking him some questions. But of course, they all had to have a dinner break and ate at Carls. Jr. In the lie detector test, Ms. Lamb asks, “Did you murder Billy Bob Joe?”, a question she was tired of asking. “No, I don’t even know who he is”, Mickey said as calmly as possible, in an attempt to pass the lie detector test. “Where were you Saturday afternoon, 3:33 p.m.?”, Ms. Lamb asks apocalyptically. “Umm, I was probably snoozing in my clubhouse.” He says, unable to remember what the actual explanation was. In a few hours, Ms. Lamb and Mr. Gefter give up and fly back to Timbuktu, after giving an apology to Mickey and call it a day.


DAY 4
The Investigation
Ms. Lamb and Mr. Gefter called upon the help of the rest of the Timbuktu police force to help them wrap up the investigation quicker. They all visit the crime scene and look for evidence themselves right after having breakfast at Mr. Gefter’s house. They had a pancake party. Don’t be jealous. The outline of the corpse (now removed and buried in a local cemetery) was shaped very oddly, as though Billy Bob Joe was letting the person murder him. Then, it hit Ms. Lamb. She knew who the murderer was. She needed more evidence to make sure though. She excused herself from the group, telling them that she craved some hickerdoodle jelly. Nobody questioned, which was a relief. She rushed over to the police station, then looked through every bit of information she could find about the president and her prime suspect. Meanwhile, Mr. Gefter and the rest of the police force had found fragments of lasagna and pieces of sponges near the outline of the corpse. Ms. Lamb had found evidence that completely ruined her theory of it being Winnie the Pooh as the murderer. She sighed and happily skipped back to the crime scene, as she had treated herself to a large dose of McCafes. The caffeine was really getting to her. Mr. Gefter had some exciting news to share with Ms. Lamb that brought her spirits back up. After all this evidence, there was only one conclusion. There were multiple murderers involved in the case. Mr. Gefter knew that Barney, Mr. Onion Ring Dude, Mickey Mouse, and Ms. Gallu had all teamed up to slaughter Billy Bob Joe.

After weeks of investigation, the police force could confirm that all of the suspects had all worked together to kill Billy Bob Joe, all secretly working for Hilly Hob Poe, Billy Bob Joe’s arch-nemesis.

DAY 29
The Arrest


Ms. Lamb rounded up all the murderers in one quiet cell to confess. It was mostly for dramatic effect, so she would be pleased if ominous music was added to enhance the mood. She gave them two choices. If they didn’t confess, they would be sentenced to death. -ominous music becomes more ominous- If they did, they would all go to Panda Express, and then be sentenced to death. Of course, they wouldn’t be sentenced to death if they didn’t confess, but Ms. Lamb kept it under wraps. They all came clean, and, of course got sentenced to death right after going to Panda Express.

I love the title
Lmzo

Billy Bob Joe

Swara!!!
This story is beyond crack

ik i deadass thought that was a good name 💀

Lol I tried my best to read, but I don’t have my glasses with me right now. I’ma wait until tomorrow morning when I HAVE to wear them cuz Im to lazy right now. From what I read (I think, cuz Im blind right now 🤣) it sounds really good!!!!

shesabookworm -Wells-Archer- wrote: "Swara!!!
This story is beyond crack"

babes im always on crack

NO BUT THE WAY I ENTERED THIS IN A NATIONAL COMPETITION FULLY EXPECTING I WAS GONNA WIN-

Hickerdoodle jelly

Now thats some story

Poor Billy Bob Joe

oh god
fifth grade was weird

I didn't expect it to be them all

My poor mickey
He was napping in his clubbhouse hes innocent!!

ik ik

shesabookworm -Wells-Archer- wrote: "Poor Billy Bob Joe"

actually i had a storyline planned where he actually had a bunch of pr*st*t*tes that teamed up but i decided that wasn't appropriate

swara corrigan-mcnair-brekker-kishimoto-montagov wrote: "oh god
fifth grade was weird"

For me it was my year as mean girl

Disappointed in myself

Even tho I was a safety patrol on NEHS i still didn't make the right choices

oof
look at what i pm'd u
it got weirder

swara corrigan-mcnair-brekker-kishimoto-montagov wrote: "shesabookworm -Wells-Archer- wrote: "Poor Billy Bob Joe"

actually i had a storyline planned where he actually had a bunch of pr*st*t*tes that teamed up but i decided that wasn't appropriate"

(view spoiler)[prostitutes?? (hide spoiler)] now that would've been funny

hello hello dont mind me just sneaking onto this dead chat and dropping a snippet of a story

[this one isn't on my GR BTW, it's just something I'm writing for schoolmates, lil fanfic ig?]

(view spoiler)[I tossed and turned, confused. I jumped when the door to the house slammed shut. My brain was hyper with activity, it refused to shut down. My hair was unruly, my legs and arms restless. Sleep would be impossible tonight. I groaned and went downstairs. Emma was at the table, a mug of hot chocolate in front of her. She glanced over at me and waved. “Hi. Was hoping you’d come down. There’s some more chocolate in the pot if you want some.” I nodded gratefully and took a mug from the cupboard.

“What’s keeping you up this time?” I shrugged. “Just infected stuff. Someone sent us a note to meet them at a certain place at some time. It’s confusing and concerning. What about you?” Emma sighed. “Favian.” She didn’t elaborate. “What about Favian?” The frothy foam kissed my lips while the chocolate singed my tongue. It was good though. She wore out the spoon she was spinning in her chocolate. “I don’t know. He’s been…” She stared off a bit then resumed her answer. “I don’t know. But he’s been weird lately. He’s-” She shook her head. “I don’t know.” She took another sip of her chocolate, leaving a brown mustache on her face. I stifled a laugh and she glared at me. “I don’t see what’s so funny.” “Sorry. You just, uh, got a-” I pointed towards my face and she wiped it off.

She shook her head but her mood had changed from serious to playful, which I knew as she tried to contain a smile. I missed her, and I missed moments like these with her. It’d been a long while since I’d been able to bond with her. Not that talking about our problems over hot cocoa was that unusual. But it was still kinda our thing. I saw some marshmallows peep over the brim of her cup. “Well back to the topic, what makes you think he’s been acting weird?” She shrugged.

“I already told you. I don’t really know. But he’s been different. For example, today I caught him staring at me. When he realized that I had, his face flushed a dark red. That might be normal, he might have just been embarrassed, but I’ve never seen his calm mask slip. But it did. Then he rapidly excused himself and said he had to leave.” What if Favian has a crush on Emma? The moment the thought had wiggled itself into my brain, I swatted at it. That’s ridiculous! The voices had returned. How wonderful. Yeah, Favian is chill and all but the fuck? He’d be crazy to have a crush on her, she’s not even into lovey stuff.

Emma noticed I had gone quiet, raising an eyebrow. “Angie?” I shook my head, disturbing the conversation in my head. “Oh yeah, that’s pretty weird for Favian. Did you check for a fever? Maybe he was just sick?” She nodded again. “Yeah, but he insisted he was fine.” She tapped her fingers against the table. “Y’know, I’ve never noticed how soft his hair was. Or how warm his skin was.” Her eyes then widened and she cursed to herself. I cocked my head to the side, looking at her curiously now.

“Really? I must pat his head then. I wonder if he’d let me.” She looked repulsed. She then sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. “At least it isn’t me.” “Oh, I can pet your hair too, if you’d like.” She squealed and pretended to plead. “No, please.” I laughed and let the warmth of the chocolate and kitchen run through me. This was nice. “Wanna go outside?” She shrugged. “Sure.”
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