Write your short stories here.
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Thread Topic: Write your short stories here.
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thanks ^^
you too you're really good
maybe we could write a story together
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awesome story Scar ^^
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thanks Kit XD
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np :3
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Very scary story, but cool.
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thanks :)
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not raming LOL *roaming typo
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lol
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This story is based on a nightmare that I had once.
"You've Got To Wake Up"-
As I nervously made my way down the snow white halls,I knew something was wrong. This place looked like nothing I'd ever seen before,and all I wanted to do was escape.
The hallway stretched on forever,nearing what I thought was the end,I saw someone I was extremely familiar with,like she was a sister to me. Her name was Nancy Thompson, I'd reconized her from the Nightmare on Elm Street movies.
'Angel,you've got to wake up,before he comes.' Nancy explained, I was briefly distracted by the many scars and slashes across her stomach. Before I could ask Nancy who did that to her and how she knew my name,she'd mysteriously vanished. But I could still hear her voice singing as it faded away. 'Weird.' I sighed as I continued onward.
I finally reached the door at the end of the hallway.Just as I reached for the handle, someone knocked me down and slashed my arm.It was the legendary Freddy Krueger. 'Welcome to your nightmare,b----!' he cackled.The disfigured dream demon smiled as he raised his knives above my chest and brang them down with extreme ease. Nancy Thompson's words echoed through my head 'You've got to wake up.'
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sksk123 NewbieOnce upon a time there were three mice who were NOT blind. one lived in the couch, one lived in the attic, and one lived in the toilet. one morning, the one who lived under the couch asked the one in the attic, "how did you sleep?" He replied "Fine". So off they went to ask the one who lived in the toilet. He said "Fine, but when I woke up I was all wet and I looked Like a turd."
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LOL
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sksk123 NewbieA quote from a favorite book of mine!!!
"Zachary was there, and a man, far older than Tynak,thin and brittle as a winter leaf. But his face had a child's openness,and his eyes were kind. He looked at Og questioningly,and Polly gestured to the dog that he was to lie down.
'Where have you been?' Zacary's voice shook with anxiety. 'We were frantic. Where were you?' He rose from his pallet, his hair slightly damp, his eyes dark with fear. When she did not answer, he gestured to the old man. 'This is their healer. He won't touch me without you.'" -
sksk123 Newbiehey scar are you the same person from page 18?
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yes sksk
i also made a story on the thread "Black rose" -
sksk123 Newbiemy real names sarah jane but I prefer jay.
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