Honey's Writing Dump
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"The air was damp.I could still remember what had occured last night.While I drifted into my thoughts,I realized something.My pen pal,Emily,had sent me a letter.Excited,I rushed out of my room,and darted down the stairs.My heart was pounding.Emily was the only friend i had,though I haven't met her face-to-face.
In a few minutes,I wound up in my living room.I stepped towards the table that rested in the middle of the room.On it,was a letter.It read:
Hey Catherine! How are you? I've been feeling down lately,and could use some comfort.Would you like to meet up some time? It's fine if you don't.If you do,meet me at the train station.
Sincerely,
Emily
After I read that,I instantly felt happy.Today,I would get to meet my pen pal! As the time ticked away,I threw on a simple white blouse with a pair of grey pants.I rushed outside,and ran towards the train station.It was a good thing I didn't live very far from it.
Soon,I found myself scanning the crowd.
Where is she? I thought.
I soon felt a tug on my blouse.I looked down to see a small blonde,who looked about 11."Um,hello? Are you lost,little girl?" I asked.She gave me a disgusted look."Are you saying that I'm so small that you could crush me with your boot?!" She shouted.I raised my arms in defeat."I apologize." An awkward smile spread across my face."So,what's your name?" I asked.She quickly smiled,and turned towards the other direction."The name's Emily.I'm waiting for someone,by the name of Catherine." I huffed,and chuckled slightly."Well,looks like my pen pal is a pipsqueak." I teased.Emily tried to hit me,but she was too short."You're just like the rest!" I laughed.She was just so cute.
Rephrase your sentences so they seem more human, less like an rp character skeleton. Give me description when your character is in motion and better transitions when changing locations in the story. Add some filler stuff between sentences because you are acting as an Unseen narrating presence. Describe Emily more, how tall was she, compare heights, let the reader develop a better picture. Tell me some about the station, what does it look like, where is it, who's there, what did you do before you got there? Description is key, but try not to make this a video recording more than it is a story. Also give some background information so I know what's going on before hand. That's all.
gotta work on this when I get back -
alright I'll try to start part of it now
"The air was damp. I was resting on a red chair placed in my living room, that was beside the old black couch that was also there. I leaned back, soon becoming lost in the memories of what happened last night. Before I could drift away with my thoughts, a subtle thought made me snap back into reality. My pen-partner, Emily, had written back to me. I had forgotten to check the note and left it carelessly on my kitchen table. I rose ever so slowly out of my chair, as my kitchen was just a room over."
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look at my writing skills -
"The air was damp. I was resting on a red chair placed in my living room, that was beside the old black couch that was also there. I leaned back, soon becoming lost in the memories of what happened last night. Before I could drift away with my thoughts, a subtle thought made me snap back into reality. My pen-partner, Emily, had written back to me. I had forgotten to check the note and left it carelessly on my kitchen table. I rose ever so slowly out of my chair, as my kitchen was just a room over. I walked into the Kitchen and there it was.. A yellow envelope with a name written on the front. I took a moment to breathe, then took the envelope in my hands. Catherine was neatly written on it. Running my thumb over the writing, my breathes became shaky. This letter made my heart race because she had stopped replying to me a few months ago. Did something happen to her? Was she not allowed to write back? All kinds of dilemmas ran through my head. Soon I felt myself tearing open the letter, and my heart began to race even faster when my eyes landed on the first sentence."
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I should just leave the story like this. ^
But nah, I'll just continue it. But I'll start another writing piece maybe now. -
next up is some random crap I came up with
"I'm hurting inside. My heart's being torn apart by your harsh words. They pierce through me like knives. What made you think that I could handle it? I'm only just a kid. I can handle only so much.
What made you think that I wouldn't be affected? My self-esteem's worn out and my confidence has abandoned me.
What makes you think that a child can handle the harsh truth? I don't want to be hurt. I don't want to be in pain and I don't want to be angry. I just want you back. I'm just a lonely kid who wants their parents back. I don't want to be alone.
Please don't leave me." -
bump bc u idiots keep pushing it down with your crap
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still getting pushed down by ur bs
"I'm not a person. I have no meaning to anyone, not even to my own father. Years of depression and sadness come back to me, ripping my heart open so it all could spill out."
It hurts, could you fix it? -
Dementia looked down at the highway. She let out a soft sigh and her grey orbs flickered to the left. There stood a young woman, about 21, with teal blue hair and menacing red eyes that seemed to pierce into your deepest depths. "Euthanasia," said Dementia, her eyes focused once again on the nearly deserted highway. Euthanasia nodded and her grip tightened on the bat she had concealed behind her back. "Is there something you need?" The redhead said rather dully, her eyes now half-lidded, a bored expression spread across her pale face.
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Whoosh!
Diana could practically hear the blade that was being swung at her. "There's no need to die in vain!" shouted Capricorn. Diana quickly ducked as Capricorn swung again, her movements becoming quicker as she became more frenzied.
How did this start, you ask?
It all occured when Diana refused to give Capricorn what she desired most..
Complete control of her body.
That's something that you never do. Never refuse to give a demon something or they will go to extreme lengths to get what they desire. -
"Diana's Bio"
Oh, I get to write my own bio? Interesting..
My name's Diana Lelouch, and I'm a Demonic Host. My demon's name is Capricorn, they're a female and they're sort of like Medusa.
Anyways, I'm helpful, loyal and obedient, and I'm always willing to assist anyone. I guess some people could say that I'm a bit too willing to help others and that can be seen as a disadvantage. It's not my fault that having increased Luck means that my Intelligence is decreased by a drastic amount. -
"Dementia's Bio"
Name's Dementia, I'm an adult female, and the mother of 1 child.
I'm both a Parasite and a Parasitic Host, so I'm able to invade others, but risk the chance of being invaded myself.
I'm one of the only girls grounded into reality, so I'm of much use to the Banded Hearts.
I'm level-headed and I don't take crap from anyone. I'm very opinionated and I'm willing to fight for what I believe in. Some people may think that I come off as rude, but my bedside manners are far from that. -
(squeals I'm so happy that Dementia's a mother
sQUEAL)
"Vesta's Bio"
Get that camera s--- out of my face or it's going up your ass-- /static/
..Whatever. I'm Professor Hawthorne, but my assistant calls me Vesta. I'm a scientist, which was pretty evident, and I absolutely f---ing hate it when people touch my research. That stuff takes time to get, y'know? -
Dementia looked back at him, her grey orbs now a fiery red. Her red hair seemed to become overlapped by a lightning blue. A white bow was placed neatly in her hair. Who could this be?
Euthanasia.
Euthanasia.. That name sent shivers down my spine. She was a Mirror, no, a Special Mirror who is not to be taken lightly. Once possesed by Euthanasia, the host is drained until they are nothing more than a corpse.
Could this be Dementia's end?
Build it up with blood and bones, blood and bones, blood and bones. Build it up with blood and bones..
My fair lady. -
Thank you for writing those lovely stories about me, Lin-san.
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No problem.
I'd do anything for my little Dem-Dem.
"If you're Dementia, then who am I?" Rosario questioned.
Dementia looked up at the confused blonde. She shook her head. "You've got it all wrong. I'm Dementia, which is you, and you're Rosario, which is me." Rosario tilted her head to the point where her neck nearly snapped. "Then that means... you're some kind of otherwordly version of me?"
Dementia shrugged. "I guess you could see it as that. But to put it in a nutshell, we're basically the same person, just different looks, different names, different appearances, but our souls and hearts are the same."
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