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Write A Story And Every week ill make a top 10 of the best
so every week write a story and ill pick the top 10 of the best ones I see and put them on the top ten list at the bottom of the description
Just write anything, it could be about deej humping pillows I don't care
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1 ReplyI am walking down the old country road. I come across an emu with an expression of bafflement on its face. I walk up to it and say "what's got your goat?". The emu impossibly looks more baffled,"what"? It says, "that doesn't make any sense what do you mean". "it doesn't matter" I reply. What are you baffled about?, I say. The emu says," I don't know and that's baffling me". "Huh I shall ponder with you"., and all was quiet. Over time the emu disappears suddenly. That baffles me. Then my legs start to thin, my arms turn to wings and I am filled with a sudden desire to fight some Aussies... this baffles me! As I stand there baffled my memories fade away leaving me with a feeling of bafflement I'm not sure why I have. I have become...THE BAFFLED EMU!
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Edited by Violet Varlerie: 8/22/2017 10:00:03 PMWrote this a while ago. It's about Halo 2, specifically my experience. There was a group of marines, which called themselves the School Crew. There were 5 of them. Essay, Homework, Pencil, Red Pen, and Eraser. In a battle on delta Halo, they were captured and put in prison on High Charity. Things were looking bleak, to say the least. Homework and Pencil were in their cells, with Jackals patrolling the room. There was a brute chieftain too. The door to the room then opened, and the sounds of a carbine were heard. Their cell doors opened, and Homework staggered to his feet, confused. "Hey man, check it out!" said a familiar voice. "Pencil? How did you-" Then he saw him. He easily stood a foot taller than the marines. The Master Chief. Homework stumbled to get a weapon, and grabbed a Plasma Pistol. A slight chuckle was heard from the Chief, as he took the pistol and gave him his carbine. "Let's go," the Chief said, running out of the room. "Hey guys, I got the Chief's gun," Homework said in a snarky tone, following the others.
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The Elegy Every second Sunday evening, Christopher's father would drive him deep into the woods outside of Summersprings. There, nestled between two large stones was an old woman's great house, flourishing with ivory and pillars, and marred by decaying flora, and a most peculiar silence. Inside the twin front doors was a hallway that reached up to a large forgotten chandelier. Christopher was allowed in the first room on the left. The old woman, for two hours, would teach Christopher to play the arcane piano he believed may be growing right out of the mahogany floors, as old as the trees outside that waited his coming and peered in through dim windows. Along with the woods, the old woman also shared her home with nine limber dogs; who, as she told Christopher, had comforted her since her parents had passed. Each second Sunday evening, for two hours, they would wait at the silent archway that led into the rest of the dark house, watching their old woman teach Christopher notes and chords, elegy and encore, never pacing or crossing into the room. Eventually as Christopher grew older, his father stopped bringing him to the old woman's great house, and as Sunday evenings came to mean something new, Christopher eventually stopped thinking of it at all. Years later, when Christopher's father passed, he thought again of the old woman and her house and her dogs. After his father's funeral, he drove deep into the woods outside of Summersprings, and stopped his car below the old woman's house. He stepped out of the car and listened, hand on the open door, to the captivating silence. Eventually, Christopher heard the sounds of an old elegy carried by the trees, played on an ancient piano to an audience that did not sing nor clap, but only patiently waited for a student to return.
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2 RepliesI was just playing Destiny and this guy just showed up out of nowhere. Nowhere is a weird word now that I think about it. Is it "No where" or "Now here"? Anyway on with the story... I was just playing around in the patrols and this level four show up. While I'm on the topic of patrols, let me cut away for a second. Does anybody else think patrols are boring? You only really go there for bounties or to try out weapons. Even with sparrows, it takes a while just to get from place to place. The chests don't really give out much, either. Sure, they occasionally give out strange coins, but who really uses them anymore? I guess patrols are a nice place to hang out, but otherwise it's quite boring. Anyway, back to the story... The level four starts doing everything he can to get my attention, and it's kinda hard to actually get my attention. By the way, if you really want to get my attention, you gotta put on one of the flaming Halloween masks and wear the Chatterwhite shader. I remember when I got the Chatterwhite shader in Year 1; killing Atheon for the fourth time and the amazement on my face. I prefer the Flaming Skull mask from the first Festival of the Lost. It makes noises and stuff. Oh, right! The story! So, this guy is jumping around, punching me, dancing, all the other things people do... He also got on his sparrow and started honking his horn. That part reminded me of the sparrow races. I spent a while searching for the most irritating horn I could. I finally found it: The Bell Horn. I went through a race spamming the horn at every point I could. When the race was over, I had a minor headache. One guy in the race sent me a message saying something like, "Your mom should've disowned you," or something like that. Anyway, the level four is using the clown horn and I finally turn towards him and wave. He gets off his sparrow and waves back. I send him a message saying I'm going to go ahead and get off Destiny and he says bye or something. I go to orbit and inspect his player on this site and to my surprise, he's using the Khvostov! I was like, "Wow! People still use that!" And then I was like, "Of course they do, stupid. He doesn't have many weapon choices at his level. He's only level four." So then I had an ongoing argument with myself about how stupid I am and finally decided to punch myself to let me know whose boss. I quieted down after that. Of course, I couldn't leave witnesses, so I cut up my body into pieces and hid it in my freezer. Nobody can know that I did away with myself simply because I lost an argument to myself. Nobody shall ever know. Anyway, I think auto rifles are overpowered because they do damage and, by Destiny Law, anything that does damage is overpowered, which reminds me... Why was Universal Remote suddenly OP one day? Nothing changed with it, it just suddenly happened. Just goes to show the Destiny community sucks.
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When I woke up, my face was still wet from rain, even though the clouds were thinning against the sunrise. The orange on the horizon faded into hues of pink against what was left of Tue clouds. It wasn't that bright but I still had to squint. Shadows of far off trees stretched across the plain, as a slight breeze sent ripples through the grass. Reflexively, I sat bolt upright, grasping at my neck. I loosened the it and pulled it off, throwing it aside into the mud. I looked around to gain my bearings. It was difficult for me to wrap my mind around the quiet peaceful scene. They had me. I should be dead. Hopefully they think I am. They'd caught me by surprise, but not again. Cold, stiff, and sore I pulled myself to my feet, gazing ahead at my long shadow. I'd bide my time. Stalk my prey. Hunt them down. Justice was coming.
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1 ReplyI walked outside with my ice cream and it fell on the ground. I am now sad.
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1 Replyonce upon time there was big dick Gerald nick sick Gerald really liked to have a good time but nobody would give Gerald good time when his tick slipped so Gerald tried to get circumcise but faile so Gerald seals the sick Blick with a witch power and becomes stronk dick wielded Verlag later become an army General but right as his splatoon was about to deploy a big booty bitch sent by the enemy crossed big schlick Gerald and the monster was unleashed the entire platoon was wiped out by the sheer weight of grelade's offspring machine part 2 if as !^' bump
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1 ReplyI wrote this some time ago. I think you'll enjoy it. [url]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/229887129[/url]
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2 RepliesI'll post tomorrow, bump please.
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The edgy teen story He sits in his room. Waiting. He's not sure what he's waiting for. He knows he's waiting for something. Anything, anyone. He's silently crying for help, and each day that passes leads him one step closer... He's still waiting. Waiting for the day he realizes what he's waiting for. That day today. He's home alone, with just himself, and his sister. He's 19. And he'd been drinking. He laid out his life in front of him. Just three days ago, he went to a party with his brother. His brother was shot and killed right before his eyes. He blamed it on himself. His father was a drug addict, an alcoholic, and had anger issues. He shoved him into walls, onto the floor, and punched him when he was in a nasty mood. He blamed it on himself. His girlfriend took advantage of his kindness towards her. She manipulated him, even to his breaking point, and then left him. His heart was shattered. He blamed him on himself. He bought a gun. An AK47. He had plans for that gun. He planned to shoot up his high school. But he never did. Instead of ever using that gun, he grabbed a belt from his closet and went into the bathroom. He tied it to a shower curtain. He stood on the edge of the tub, telling himself that this was the only way to make things right. He heard his sister come in. He quickly jumped, and heard the panicked scream of his sister. And that was that. His sister called 9-1-1 as she tried to pull the belt from his neck. It was too tight to pull. When paramedics got there, they removed the belt immediately, and hurried him into the ambulance. Luckily, before he was gone for good, they got him to start properly breathing again. He realized then what he'd been waiting for. A reason to live. He had so much left in his life to do, and even his nephew to take care of. He still feels those struggles, even right now, but thinks of all the things he needs to do before his life ends one day.
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Edited by Silent: 8/22/2017 7:04:43 AMIn the middle of nowhere stood a mysterious young man. Within the shade of red wood tree, his features were unknown. Just like his name, just like his family, and just like his past. Towering in front of the man was a stone door, smooth to the touch and frozen to the smell. A nearby squirrel sat on a branch and began to chatter with another of its kind. Likely about why in the actual -blam!- the man was smelling a door and describing it as cold. Ahem... the mysterious young man who smelled cold doors stuck his arm out almost as if there was no life inside him. His hand hung down from his stretching limb, slightly swaying in a passing breeze. Suddenly, the mysterious young man who smelled cold doors flicked his wrist, causing his hand to stick up as if ready to push something. He stepped forward, each foot dragging slightly through the dirt that smelled warm, which I'm sure you don't need explaining as to how we reached that conclusion. The mysterious young man who smelled cold doors and earlier had sme- ... No. His name is now Dave. Dave stopped. He looked up into the sky and opened his mouth. "I don't think that's my name." Well damnit David, it's no- "I thought I was Dave," he interrupted. What? Dave is short for David you fool. Stop breaking the fourth wall and go smell a room temperature tree. Dave returned to his former position, letting out a light sigh. He looked at the wall, and took another step forward... [spoiler]Part 2 next week only if this is #1 <3[/spoiler]
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Edited by Furiously Dashing: 8/22/2017 11:43:10 PM[b]DECLASSIFY INFORMATION:[/b] [spoiler][DESCRIPTION:] On October 13th, 1999, a buried stop sign was unearthed in Foley, Alabama as construction workers were clearing away land for a new Publix grocery store. The stop sign's location failed to mach geographical achives as no roads appeared anywhere in that area until 6 months prior to its discovery. Each worker was compensated accordingly for their silence. The stop sign possesses a message enscribed on the backside. Black, scratchy lines form a rather ominous paragraph. [i]"Your feeble minds cannot comprehend what lies beyond your physical standard of existence. You dismiss the truth in favor of your scientific data and computations. What really exists in the spaces where no eyes, ears, noses, cameras, sensors, or radar are present? We are beyond your pathetic material dimension. We run the world, and no one even knows. We are responsible for every dream and nightmare. We are the rulers. The kings. The deities."[/i] [SECURITY PROCEDURES:] The stop sign is located in Site [DATA ERASED] inside a 6 inch thick steel, electronically secured, 8x8 foot vault. Personnel must exhibit extreme caution when in the presence of the object, as any being that interprets the enscription on the backside will become deceased within approximately 7-9 weeks. Dr. [DATA ERASED], who conducted the first research upon the object, experienced increasing amounts of anxiety both at the workplace and at his domicile. His body was found 8 weeks later in the gulf of Mexico. An autopsy revealed that his eyes could see all light on the spectrum, both visible and invisible, on the day of his abrupt disappearance. His face possessed a look of horrifying surprise, his vocal cords very sore, as if he died screaming. Seven out of the 15 construction workers who found the sign have also died. Six of anomalous causes, and one of a drug overdose. Very few know about the sign, and we would like to keep it that way. -Dr. Bright, research division[/spoiler]
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1 ReplyWhat's the word limit? Lmao.
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1 ReplyI once stepped ontop of a giant hill of fire ants, it hurt like hell. All in all: I hate ants
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3 RepliesEdited by Lebkazoo: 8/22/2017 1:04:36 AM[b]One day, hear knock on door. Man ask, [i]"Who is?"[/i][/b] [b][i]"Is potato man. I come around to give free potato."[/i][/b] [b]Man is very excite, and opens the door.[/b] [b]but is not potato man, is secret police.[/b]
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1 ReplyAnything. Even...... [spoiler]Destiny?[/spoiler] [spoiler]Im kidding you guys![/spoiler] [spoiler]I am so dead...[/spoiler] [spoiler]I hope I live though..l[/spoiler] [spoiler][quote]I Rebel.[/quote][/spoiler]
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Sometimes you're better off dead There's a gun in your hand it's pointing at your head You think you're mad too unstable Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables In a restaurant in a West end town Call the police there's a mad man around Running down underground To a dive bar in a West end town In a West end town a dead end world The East end boys and West end girls In a West end town in a dead end world The East end boys and West end girls West end girls
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Goal accomplished: Inspired many
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9 RepliesYou find yourself in a green-walled room, the paint flaking and crumbling away as you reach out to touch it. As you rub the wall, you see a shiny surface. You rub faster until an entire wall is devoid of paint, revealing a mirror. It was only then that you realized... OP is lettuce. [spoiler]Thank you, Thank you.[/spoiler]
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Scorpion from mortal Kombat gets in a fight with regular people
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Mine is too long.
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My boodie didn't even care. Jake Paul is seriously the greatest. He Puts the "G" in "Gay". Even Gay is hip when its coming from Jake Paul. I used to think women were all that mattered, but all that changed when I hit the "subscribe" button to Jake Paul's channel. I dont even care anymore. With a Team like Team 10 and a City like England, Jake is the last thing Virginity sees; man or woman, male or female, neither or both: Jake Paul doesn't just deflower yearning bodies. He deflowers innocence, starts a florist shop, then blows it up while rad hommies Nick Crompton and sweet suave swimsuit lassies rap it right
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Once upon a time, Jack woke up next to a tranny. Six months later, Jack was dead. The End.
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On it
