Orange, The Novelist

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I think I should get back into writing- it's been a while. Anyway, I'm CYS's previous resident whore. Hoping to regain my crown but don't expect much from me.



















"I think everyone is fairly boring. You're really really boring though. Like white bread on a clean plate but under the bread on the other side is tobasco with sprinkles in it" -Ford

"Clearly Orange is a faggot and also a straight whore" -Steve

"I can fit a grand total of two sharpies in my ass" -Orange

"Nobody can replace someone as worthless as Orange" -MinnieKing

"You're better than average at not making money" -my sister after I told her I'm a very average person

"I used to think Orange is boring but now I think it's a thin veneer and she will stab someone with scissors someday" -Mizal, 2018

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Forest of Past Voices

Elliot hears news that his aunt is dying. He has to trek through a forest haunted by his own memories in order to see her before she passes. There are two paths through the forest and two true endings. They are both clearly marked as 'epilogue.' The maturity level is probably a bit of an exaggeration but there's some material that is definitely mature in one of the paths.


Penthos, the Greek daimon of grief, begins destroying Seattle, forcing people to feel more grief than ever. There are three true endings, each clearly labeled 'epilogue.' This is my entry for the 2017 Chaos contest.


Warning: rated 7/8 for a reason. It's about the apocalypse, so naturally, there is gore. Not excessively detailed gore, but it is still present.

Song of Nothing

Nothing doesn't exist, but still he helps others and resists fate.

The Ballad of the Orchard

The goddess of an orchard has been alone with only trees for company for the last thousand years. Then one day, a little boy comes to her orchard. There is one true ending, you'll know when you find it because it says "true ending."

The Cliff

In a small Alaskan fishing town, Val lost everything.

The Mortician

I ran my hand along her porcelain skin

Stillness greeted my soft touch

I kissed her smooth and lovely neck

Cold fingers stuck in my clutch


I did not know her when she lived

But here she was in my arms

I sniffed her hair and touched her breast

Her body would meet no harm


If people knew my secret fantasies

They’d surely think me mental

But they just do not understand

I am always, always gentle

Recent Posts

Contest:Battle in the Ruins of a Dead Civilization on 8/30/2019 3:38:24 PM

Count me in

The Bar on East Manhattan on 8/29/2019 12:35:55 PM

I know I’m late but I couldn’t help but try my hand at it. I keep imagining this to the tune of Big Rock Candy Mountain. No idea why.



In the bar on East Manhattan

There’s live music every day

It starts at 12th of Never

And always gets delayed


The barmaid is a beauty

If you look past her rotten gums

She’s always right and snooty

And her nose looks like a thumb


The owner’s a good fella

If you like ratchety old men

He’ll wack you with his umbrella

Just for giving him a grin


At least the building’s not too bad

If you don’t mind the rats

And one thing that I should add

It smells like a pissing cat


The locals are all friendly

But they’ll never be caught there

So there’s one too many 

Tourist, and they all tend to glare


But the brandy can’t be beaten

And they’ll never cut you off

So you won’t catch me cheatin’

On that bar that is a scruff


So come with me

We’ll go and drink

Until we can’t see

And the place don’t stink

In the bar on East Manhattan


Poetry prompt: week 13 on 4/25/2019 3:52:40 PM

I want everyone to write villanelles about villians. It could be a super villain, historic villain, or your neighbor Bob who is just kind of an asshole.

Poetry prompt: week 13 on 4/22/2019 8:12:56 PM

I thought I’d make it a little funny to fit with the style of a limerick while still making it a bit edgy:


There was a man named Bob

They say he joined the mob

First he’d take you

Then he’d rape you

Then he’d start his job


First he’d cut off your toes

What he did with them nobody knows 

Then he’d cut off your nipples

Sew them onto your dimples 

And promptly let you go


Poetry prompt: Week 12 on 4/10/2019 4:34:32 PM

Marooned on an island, the pirate wept

No water nor food nor shelter nor shade 

A loaded gun and rum were all he kept

Shaking pistol to head his mind was made


But the waves floated softly on the shore

The sand was soft against his bloated skin

The gentlest breeze left him wanting more 

And way far out he saw a dolphin’s fin


Crabs too small for eating crawled all around

And he wondered at the island’s beauty

Sand that shined like gold laid around the ground

Nature is truly a sacred booty


Marooned on an island, the pirate sighed

And with a smile, he shot himself and died

Pointless Poll on 4/2/2019 6:28:44 PM

Meowzal because she’s secretly a lonely cat lady with 20+ cats.

User of a Username: Inspiration on 9/20/2018 12:22:12 PM

I was eating an orange when I made my account.

Mizal is now an admin on 7/10/2018 7:37:58 PM

Congratuverylations, Mizal!

Some Questions for You, as a Reader on 6/22/2018 11:02:43 PM

1) Cecily and Gavin are probably my favorite medieval names. They're still sparingly used today which makes them recognizable but they both have that old timey feel.

2) When it comes to romance, I love it when two characters start as friends and slowly start the feelings train. A lot of romances are rushed (I'm guilty of this as well) and it often seems unrealistic or like the story goes on hold for the romance. The romance should be woven into the story carefully so the plot and the romantic subplot don't compete, but rather work together. 

3) It's not all medieval, but Black Adder is a good one.

4) I love medieval stories so absolutely! Good luck!

Killa's Spring Thing Results Thread on 6/7/2018 10:16:25 PM

I wrote my story in roughly 3-4 hours and tied for third. I'm ashamed of myself and everyone else.