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Post by onethreetwo on Jun 6, 2020 10:09:14 GMT
A paragraph or two or three. However long you want it to be. About whatever you want.
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Post by onethreetwo on Jun 6, 2020 10:10:11 GMT
Admin will you please move this to Gen Discussion? My mistake. Thank you.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2020 16:23:45 GMT
It was snowy and windy and my feet were freezing. We didn't have any money for presents so we were staring in the store window at the Christmas displays. She looked so beautiful so innocent and childlike. She turned around and caught me looking at her. She told me "Hey, don't be sad, it's Christmas and we've got each other" Then she hugged me and she held me really tight.The more we held on to each other the quieter it got. All the traffic sounds disappeared and the only thing I could hear was the sound of her breathing. I have never felt that connected to a human being before or since. It was the single most perfect moment of my life.
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Post by Chalice_Of_Evil on Jun 8, 2020 8:55:48 GMT
‘The Boy in the Drawing’
Henry was an only child, and a lonely one at that. He’d always wished for a brother. Someone he could be friends with, since he had trouble making friends at school as they considered him too ‘weird’ to hang out with. His father had left, so it was just Henry and his mum now. “What are you drawing, Henry?” she asked him, peering over his shoulder to look at the latest ‘work of art’ he was creating. Drawing was his only escape from the harshness of the real world. Henry liked to create fantastical drawings with all sorts of weird and wonderful creatures in mystical lands. He had a wild imagination. His mum, however, thought it wouldn’t hurt him to draw something a bit more ‘realistic’ and suggested as much before kissing him on the head and leaving to go to the grocery store.
Henry discarded his latest drawing and flipped his sketch book to a new blank page. He sat a while, thinking about something ‘more realistic’ he could draw. It then occurred to him that he could draw a friend. As he was about to start sketching, he suddenly thought of something even better than a friend. He was going to draw himself a brother. One who was just like him, who shared his interests and liked what he liked. So he did just that. He drew, to the best of his ability, a picture of a boy who looked very much like himself. Though there was one difference - while Henry was wearing green shoes on his feet (green was his favourite colour), the boy in the drawing was wearing red shoes.
Satisfied with his drawing, Henry was about to go outside to play when he heard someone say, “Where are you going, Henry?”. He immediately whipped his head around to see where the voice was coming from. “Down here.” it directed him, and to Henry’s shock he saw the boy in his drawing was moving. More than that, he was speaking to him. Henry had always had an active imagination and he thought this was all it was. However, the boy in the drawing insisted otherwise. “No, you’re not crazy, Henry. I’m really talking to you. I want to know what my name is? Can I be Henry too?”. After taking a moment to adjust to this totally bizarre situation, Henry tried his best to compose himself and said nervously, “Well...we can’t both be Henry. I’m Henry, you can be...Edward.” (this name seemed to satisfy the boy in the drawing).
“How is this possible?” Henry asked in reference to the drawing he was currently holding a conversation with. “You’re very imaginative, Henry. You brought me to life. But I’m bored in here on this flat piece of paper. Why don’t I join you out there in the real world?” Edward suggested. Henry wasn’t sure at first, but then it dawned on him he could finally have a real life brother like he’d always wanted. Someone he could play with and have as a best friend. “Alright...how do I get you to come out here?” he asked. “Just reach into the page and grab for my hand.” Edward instructed him. Henry did as he was told. To his surprise, Edward emerged as a life-size identical version of himself (whereas he’d expected Edward would be a teensy weensy little person like he was on the page).
“Wow!” Edward remarked as he stretched, amazed at his new freedom after having been cooped up inside the cramped sketchbook. Henry was equally amazed. Before he could say anything, Edward pointed at a bowl of cereal on the dining table and exclaimed “Food!”, grabbing the bowl in one hand and shoving cereal into his mouth with the other. “You’re supposed to use a spoon.” Henry informed his new brother. Edward was too busy trying out other things to care about utensils. He eventually stopped darting around the place when he spotted a framed photo of Henry and his mum hanging on the wall. “Whoa!” he remarked, “Who is that?”. Henry felt a bit awkward as he answered, “That’s my mum.”, to which Edward replied, “She’s really pretty!”. This observation made Henry even more uncomfortable and he stuck his tongue out in disgust, commenting, “Don’t be gross! That’s my mum!”. Edward nodded in agreement, “You’re right. Girls are gross.”, then he went over to the television and planted himself directly in front of it, staring up in awe at the moving images on the screen.
As time passed, Henry was getting rather bored. “I thought we were going to go outside and play together.” he whined. This seemed to annoy Edward, who shushed him, as he was engrossed in what he was watching on the TV. This wasn’t what Henry had hoped for. He was getting sick of this ‘brother’ of his, who was eating cereal, spilling it all over the carpet (which Henry had to clean up) and being too busy watching TV to go outside and play. Henry then had an idea. “I could draw you a living room with a TV and all the cereal you want in my sketchbook and you could go back there.” he suggested. Edward was having none of that. “No, I’m fine here.” he responded without even looking at Henry, who was getting rather frustrated. Especially since his mum was probably due to return soon and he would have a hard time explaining who this boy was that looked just like him.
“Sorry, Edward, but you really have to go. I can’t let my mum see you. She’ll freak out.” Henry told Edward firmly as he grabbed him by the arm and roughly hauled him back into the kitchen toward the sketchbook from which he’d sprung to life. “I’m not going anywhere!” Edward shouted, giving Henry a shove into the fridge. “That’s it! I’ve had just about enough of you! You’re going back into my sketchbook!” Henry shouted back, giving Edward a shove straight towards the sketchbook. Just then, both boys turned towards the sound of the front door opening as Henry’s mum returned home. When she walked into the kitchen, she almost dropped her grocery bags in shock at the sight of her usually calm son ripping a page from his sketchbook and violently tearing it into pieces whilst shrieking, “Don’t ever come back!”. “Henry! What on earth are you so upset for?” she asked. He ran over to her, hugging her tightly and for such a prolonged time that she got uncomfortable. “I just missed you is all.” he explained. “Oh. That’s nice, dear. Hey, why are your shoes red? Have you been colouring on them?”.
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Post by Nalkarj on Jun 8, 2020 14:40:26 GMT
I’ve written a few spooky short stories on Reddit, and this was one of the better-received (though not my favorite). Hope you enjoy it.
“Black Lantern”
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Post by clusium on Jun 9, 2020 15:41:32 GMT
A paragraph or two or three. However long you want it to be. About whatever you want. You never truly appreciate how great life is, until a world-wide pandemic comes, and causes everything to go into lockdown. Suddenly, you are a prisoner, even though you have committed no crime. Must stay where you are, and when you go out, remain covered from head to toe in the hot sun. You pine away for the way things were, and then bitterly cry when they are all gone.
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Post by Sandman on Jun 9, 2020 18:49:54 GMT
I,m taking a walk along a lake. I see this girl with her head beneath her legs and could hear her crying. I said whats wrong and can I help. She looks up and low and behold its Scarlett Johansson. She said she was sad because a part in a movie she really wanted she did not get. I said could I buy her a drink and she says that would be nice. After about 3 or 4 drinks she says she is getting hungry. I said how about a restaurant or better yet we get some steaks and go to my place. She said that sounds great. When were picking out our steaks she said she makes good macaroni salad. So we get all we need for that. Also got some baked beans from the deli. She said since I paid for all the drinks she was paying for all the food. Soon as we get to my place she starts making the salad. I get the steaks ready. Dinner was great and she was right. She makes great macaroni salad. After dinner we sit out on my patio and have some more drinks. After some great stories she told me about people in Hollywood she said she was getting a little drunk and maybe should go. Out of nowhere I say why not stay all night and drink some more. To my surprise she said why not. I said I would like to watch a movie she was in while she was here. She said which ones do you have. I named several and she said lets watch Match Point. I said great I love that movie. We are sitting on my couch and about halfway into the movie she starts kissing me. How could I resist Scarlett Johansson? I couldn't. We are kissing like crazy and she says lets move this into the bedroom.
Can't tell you any more after that. If I did I would get banned from here. X rated stuff. But it is a night I will never forget!
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Post by Jokers_Wilde on Jun 10, 2020 13:40:04 GMT
To quote Baldrick's story from Blackadder III:
Once upon a time, there was a little sausage called Baldrick. And, it lived happily ever after. The End.
Joker's Wilde
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