Meep's writing thread
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Thread Topic: Meep's writing thread
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I'll start off with a story based off the soap I'm doing. I'm in the writing mood, so I'll just let off steam here.
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She sighed in exhaustion, sitting slump in her seat. "Uh, tonight was interesting." Said William, turning off the car. "Yeah." She mumbled, unbuckling her seat belt. "Look meet me in front of my house tomorrow. We'll talk about Brewer more then. All right? Well I'll see you tomorrow, Will." She waved to him, before walking to her front door. She took a key from her backpack and used it to open the door to her humble two story house. It was dark all through the house except for her dad's office. "Daddy? I'm home. I'm sorry I got home so late. There was... Traffic." He looked up from the splayed papers at his desk. He hadn't trimmed his graying beard in weeks, so it was as if he was a lumber jack. He had a pair or reading glasses falling off his nose with a pair of identical green eyes like hers. "Tell me the truth, August. I know those aren't your clothes. Please tell me you didn't have sex with a boy." August laughed, setting her key in the holder by the door. "No, actually I had a run in with an old conclave member." Her dad raised an eyebrow. "Was it the Wilson's? If it was those damn trouble makers, I'll will go talk to them." August chuckled, getting out her dead phone. "No, no. The Wilson's haven't done anything, okay?" Her dad started at her for a moment, almost calculating the possibilities of what could've happened. After a moment he said, "Who was it then?" August gulped, looking up at him. "Mr. Brewer."
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Her father was silent for a long moment. His eyes swept the room as if he were looking for something to say. "August, nobody has seen him for years, almost two decades. Rumor has it that he roams the woods near the city, right about where campers stay, and attacks them for a meal. Pumpkin, your so lucky you made it home, you have no idea. He's a madman now." August nodded. "I know, Daddy. You don't think I've heard from the other families? Everyone knows."
Her father stood from his desk, then set his glasses down to rub his eyes. He was a tall man compared to August. She was a bit on the short side compared to everyone anyways. "Go to bed, pumpkin, and we'll sort this out tomorrow. I'll hold a meeting in the evening." August bit her lip, contemplating whether to tell him one last thing. "Daddy, there's one more thing I have to tell you..." She watched him nod, as if giving her the go. "I think I found Brewer's son." -
this is poop
scratch that idea
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