Abgeofriends, The Wordsmith
Hello, I just finished the worst storgame of my life. It will be fixed and republished after it's judged. Trying to rate 50% of storygames on cys.10% of the way there. Exited for New MGT set dropping febuary 10,
Currently reading The Poet X
This is what happened when I studied to hard for a test in high school...
STUDY SO HARD YOUR BUTT FALLS OF AND LANDS INTO A TOILET, THEN GET A DOCTOR TO SEW IT BACK ON BECAUSE YOU DID want to HAVE BUTT but she says that she does NOT HAVE THE CORRECT NEEDLE TO DO THE ATTACHING SO SHE GLUES IT ON INSTEAD. BUT AFTER APPLYING IT YOU NOTICE THAT YOUR ALLERGIC TO LATEX GLUE, SO THE RIPPED OFF BUTT Falls BACK OFF AND THE FLAT SURFACE Inflates BECAUSE YOU WERE ALLERGIC. THE DOCTOR SAYS THAT YOUR BACK TO NORMAL BUT AFTER LEAVING HER Office YOU REALIZE THAT YOUR BUTT IS Deflating AGAIN. YOU BUY TEN GALLONS OF LATEX GLUE AND EVERY MORNING YOU APPLY A HEFTY AMOUNT.
sorry sential I stole your writing style
"Don't be afraid," said your mother. Blood formed beads on her face and her tears formed pools of agony. The image of war, the sudden urge to kill, has never been so potent. This is a story that informs you that not all stories have a happy ending. Based in Afghanistan, story created for Endmaster's culture clash contest, and we intend to expand the story after that is over.
We apologize for the bad grammar, we ran out time to proofread. Feel free to tear it apart and we hope you have fun reading it! (For fun you can try to guess which parts stargirl wrote and which parts Abgeofriends wrote)
Earth, a beautiful place. One where we can create what we see in our visions, a planet that used to sustain life naturally. Sixty years ago our people started their journey in terraforming what we call the new earth…
We had always hoped that Mars would never have to be used for sustaining human and animal life. But thirty years later the earth hit some troubles. The air was not clean for anyone or anything to breathe.
“Hi my name is rose valentina, my family passed and now I live alone in a house which me and my cat thrive in. I don’t know what else to do in my house or my life but I heard that a big hurricane is coming and hitting my location”
Can you survive these series of events? Or will Rose and her cat, Shark kick the can?
In your journal you will write about an alternate universe in which a marriage must happen between a man and a princess.
Alone, this is your home. A place where the sky is never clear, a city full of soot and ash. Why would you live here? Alone where the only thing left of your parents is a memory full of excitement and then crash. Like your life had just hit something great, something crazy but then ruined by the silence of failure. All you could remember was her curdling scream, the blood and her eyes locking on yours never to move again. And that is where you are now, except you stand far away from her body and her blood and the memory is so far from your head that you have to strain to get it back. And the silence screams so loudly that you can’t remember if that was the scream of your mother, or your terrified father holding her head up with a table. The table could have been white or gray. But at this point you are just doubting yourself, You think to yourself this is my home. Here on a distant planet away from her beautiful face encapsulated in time. You are strapped to a planet that no one has ever touched, Inside of an orbit that is non stop. A strand of confidence that will never save you from the hole of doubt that you dug yourself. It was your fault that she is dead, your fault that she sits alone on another planet when you squander to keep your sanity among the stars and the crust that has no life but you. But just like your mother you too are running out of time, when your oxygen tank runs out you will join your mother even though you are so far away from her on a planet you call Venus…
Recent PostsEndMaster's Prompt Contest 2 on 1/26/2023 12:51:28 PM
The same meaning if you look it up on the oxford dictionary.
drawing to drown out the sadness on 1/26/2023 12:33:16 PM
If I third that would that be considered suicide?
drawing to drown out the sadness on 1/26/2023 12:19:33 PM
That's perfect, thanks.
drawing to drown out the sadness on 1/26/2023 12:15:44 PM
Oh, sorry my bad
drawing to drown out the sadness on 1/26/2023 12:13:55 PM
oh yessssssss, can't cry your way out of this one.
drawing to drown out the sadness on 1/26/2023 12:13:08 PM
Yes please, from the penguin himself
drawing to drown out the sadness on 1/26/2023 11:58:56 AM
too late I did it myself
drawing to drown out the sadness on 1/26/2023 11:44:33 AM
Draw an penguin impaled by an popsicle stick shoved up its ass.
drawing to drown out the sadness on 1/26/2023 11:39:45 AM
We don't believe you
Cry the penguin on 1/24/2023 6:46:55 PM
Heck ya, that sounds awesome but I have no idea how to do that