C6H8O6, The Contributor

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5/22/2019 1:33 AM

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11 wins / 10 losses





Hi! I love writing, and will probably be trying to write a story on here (a lot of work I know). 


Or maybe I’m just too lazy and will just read stories. Honestly I’m not sure yet. Always looking out for writing advice and would appreciate any help in the future. 


I'm aiming for a current goal of 40 reviews/ratings on stories (I will increase it as I write more) in 2019.


Current review number starting on April 26: 32



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My R&J Summative on 5/21/2019 9:14:52 PM

8th grade level. Of course you would know that. You have quite the experience with 8th graders.

What kind of god would you be? on 5/21/2019 7:38:31 PM

didn’t say you should be banned. I’m just saying that’s why other people might want you banned. 

What kind of god would you be? on 5/21/2019 7:30:05 PM

No I’m pretty sure it’s because you chose to be the god of sex and sexual pleasure. 

What kind of god would you be? on 5/21/2019 2:49:14 PM

Because this is a writing website and grammar matters.

Need help with story on 5/21/2019 2:37:32 PM

You could start with an angry monologue about how much the alien hates a cats body. Idk.

What kind of god would you be? on 5/21/2019 1:29:36 PM


Duel! Kind of! on 5/21/2019 9:39:56 AM

Fine I take it back.

Dystopia on 5/21/2019 12:44:31 AM

@Digit here is my first prompt response. 681 words. 

Samuel could feel the wind rushing through his hair as he sped down the busy urban highway. With his hands at the wheel of his new Model 11, Sam felt unstoppable. He was invincible, and not a soul in this city could hurt him in any way. Then the road ended. Government funding cuts led to unfinished highways, and this happened to be one of them. Samuel went hurtling off of the road at top speed, not fully realizing what was happening until it was too late. He began to panic and shake, unbuckling himself from the car and searching for a safe way out. The car smashed into the ground, and everything went black…


Samuel awoke in a soft bed surrounded by bright lights, when he realized that he couldn’t move his limbs. He began to get nervous, and look around the room to observe his surroundings. Sam noticed that he was in a hospital room, and all around him was surveillance technology of some kind.


Sam began to call out, “Hello? Is anybody there? Can you hear me?” He twisted around and called out louder. As the twisting became more violent, a doctor finally walked into the room.


“Hello Samuel, welcome to the hospital. You have been in a horrible crash, and —”


“Yeah! I know that thanks. But why am I surrounded by cameras and in an isolated room? What’s going on here?” Sam yelled in response. The doctor simply smiled and turned away, walking out of the room.


The cameras suddenly snapped on, and began to speak in a synthetic voice, “Hello Samuel. You have been selected for biological testing for the betterment of humankind. Your sacrifice will save many others. Testing beginning in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.”


Panels in the ceiling suddenly opened up, and robotic claws descended from them. Unable to resist, Samuel just closed his eyes and waited, as the claws began to pick up his limbs to examine them. They twisted his arms around in order to get good viewpoints, causing Samuel to grimace in pain. Right from the outside of the room, the doctor could be heard taking notes, and Samuel focused on that sound to help block out the pain. The claws continued to inspect him, moving on to his head. They poked at his eyes and nose, and lifted up his lips to examine his dental structure. After an excruciatingly long hour, the claws finally retracted back into the ceiling and disappeared. The doctor walked back into the room and gave Samuel a smile.


“Well Samuel, good news!” the doctor exclaimed, “As it turns out, that claw investigation was all we needed for this experi- medical procedure. You are now free to leave the hospital.”


“There’s just one problem with that,” Sam replied, “I can’t move. My limbs refuse to respond to my brain signals, and therefore I am stuck in this bed.”


The doctor frowned, and rubbed his chin as if evaluating this statement. He finally looked back at Samuel and spoke. “Unfortunately, I’m not sure I can help with that. I can, however, deal with you.”


“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Sam questioned.


“Let’s just say you won’t have to deal with this problem anymore,” the doctor replied coldly, before lifting Samuel off of the bed and hoisting him over his shoulder. As they walked down the hallway, Samuel protested and yelled but the doctor just continued to tread forward. They finally reached a door and walked through it. Samuel looked around and saw a large garbage disposal. He began to panic and twist around, causing the doctor to turn his head and scowl at him.


“Maybe you should have been more careful when driving,” he stated coldly, dropping Samuel off of a platform and into the disposal. For the next 10 minutes, all that could be heard was an excruciating crunching noise. When it finally died out, the doctor pulled out a radio and spoke into it, “Call the cleaning room over to sector 3. We have another situation with the garbage disposal.”


Let me know how I can fix it. Thanks!


Duel! Kind of! on 5/20/2019 11:04:55 PM

I got stuck in a thing with Digit, so I have to leave this duel. Sorry

What kind of god would you be? on 5/20/2019 4:16:28 PM

No opinion to change there. You are simply correct.