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visioness
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i saw numbers and puked

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Quinzelle wrote:

heathens wrote:

Quinzelle wrote:
I think you did worse just by being on that site x3

(I think I lasted around half an hour on it and gave up)

honestly, though, some of the stories I wrote when I was 9, on gsm, were just really cringey. I still have some now and I'm like, why the hell did I write this? or better yet, why'd I share it with people o.o ?

i got banned on it so many times for '''''''''bullying'''''''' . . . its all lies

AND I WANT TO SEE, ITS UR TURN

... I'm so proud of you

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Mine were like feature length xD one of them was 12 pages (and I wrote the entire thing on gsm o.o ). there's a 6 page one - which had a 5 page sequel to it xD
there's a 2 page christmas story from when I was 9 - omg, the main character is called Emily xD

omg I'm reading the christmas one
it's unbearable ;-;
I thought the one in my VP blog from this year was bad but ... jesus christ o.o ;-;

callum
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callum wrote:

Quinzelle wrote:

heathens wrote:
i got banned on it so many times for '''''''''bullying'''''''' . . . its all lies

AND I WANT TO SEE, ITS UR TURN

... I'm so proud of you

<33

Mine were like feature length xD one of them was 12 pages (and I wrote the entire thing on gsm o.o ). there's a 6 page one - which had a 5 page sequel to it xD
there's a 2 page christmas story from when I was 9 - omg, the main character is called Emily xD

omg I'm reading the christmas one
it's unbearable ;-;
I thought the one in my VP blog from this year was bad but ... jesus christ o.o ;-;

what if... emily and jenna started dating

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heathens wrote:

Quinzelle wrote:

Quinzelle wrote:
... I'm so proud of you

<33

Mine were like feature length xD one of them was 12 pages (and I wrote the entire thing on gsm o.o ). there's a 6 page one - which had a 5 page sequel to it xD
there's a 2 page christmas story from when I was 9 - omg, the main character is called Emily xD

omg I'm reading the christmas one
it's unbearable ;-;
I thought the one in my VP blog from this year was bad but ... jesus christ o.o ;-;

what if... emily and jenna started dating

emily is 6 in the story... - unless you mean Ley emily - that's different x3

callum
World Famous

callum wrote:

Quinzelle wrote:

heathens wrote:

Quinzelle wrote:
omg I'm reading the christmas one
it's unbearable ;-;
I thought the one in my VP blog from this year was bad but ... jesus christ o.o ;-;

what if... emily and jenna started dating

emily is 6 in the story... - unless you mean Ley emily - that's different x3

... i didnt mean ley emily

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You think your's was bad - try this one on for size ;-;
(please bare in mind, you can find a real reflection of my writing now (it's not great but better than this ;-; ) here)

It was Christmas Eve.I really wanted a caramel coloured puppy as my Christmas present this year. I
gave so many hints to my mum and dad I was for sure I’d be getting one. I
already knew what I would call it.‘Emily, its time to leaveout your mince pies and milk for Santa then its time to hop into bed.’ My mum
called from the living room.‘Coming mum.’ Ireplied.I walked downstairs togo get some mince pies and milk for Santa.
I am excited for Christmas; I have always loved putting out mince pies
and milk for Santa clause. I have been doing it for all the 6 years I have been
alive.‘Right now that that’sfinished its time you get you into bed, my little mince pie.’ Giggled my dad
prodding my nose.‘But I’m not...yawn... tired.’ I yawned.‘I think my littleangel is.’ Laughed my dad.My mum held my handand we walked upstairs.‘Night daddy.’ I waved.‘Night pumpkin.’ Hereplied.I got changed into mylight pink and light blue angel pj’s then brushed my teeth and tied my hair up into
2 plaits then hoped into my snugly warm bed and drifted slowly off to sleep.
Once I had closed my eyes I felt my mums warm lips touch my forehead then drift
off and that’s when my forehead when cold. ‘Woof woof.’ I faintlyheard.I woke up as fast aspossible.‘What was that?’ Igasped.I switched my lamp onand got out of bed.I grabbed the closestthing I could find, a Bratz doll, then walked slowly downstairs. It was coming
from the kitchen. It was very faint but I could still hear it very clear. There
was a box sitting on the kitchen floor and it was... moving?I opened it to find...A CARAMEL COLOUREDPUPPY!I gasped with delight.‘Aww it’s my littlecaramel.’ I said.Suddenly the puppyjumped out at me and started rapidly licking my face.‘Down boy, down.’ Ilaughed.‘Emily, is that you?’I heard my mum and dad say.‘Yes mum, I’m in thekitchen.’ I laughed.‘Ah, I guess she’sfound the puppy.’ My dad said.‘I’m sorry I ruinedthe surprise.’ I replied.‘Its okay hunny, wedidn’t really expect you not to hear him.’ Mum told me.Then we all had agroup hug and we all felt a little hairy bit which was Caramel jumping into the
group hug.We all laughed.It was the bestChristmas ever.

(ignore the fact that there are no paragraphs and some of the words are stuck together - Microsoft Word hates me I swear.)
(Hope you get enjoyment from my misery ;-; )

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heathens wrote:

Quinzelle wrote:

heathens wrote:
what if... emily and jenna started dating

emily is 6 in the story... - unless you mean Ley emily - that's different x3

... i didnt mean ley emily

... hmmm if you age Emily up by 8 years though (as I wrote it in 09), she'd be 14 - so that isn't thaat weird ....

callum
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callum wrote:

Quinzelle wrote:
You think your's was bad - try this one on for size ;-;
(please bare in mind, you can find a real reflection of my writing now (it's not great but better than this ;-; ) here)

It was Christmas Eve.I really wanted a caramel coloured puppy as my Christmas present this year. I
gave so many hints to my mum and dad I was for sure I’d be getting one. I
already knew what I would call it.‘Emily, its time to leaveout your mince pies and milk for Santa then its time to hop into bed.’ My mum
called from the living room.‘Coming mum.’ Ireplied.I walked downstairs togo get some mince pies and milk for Santa.
I am excited for Christmas; I have always loved putting out mince pies
and milk for Santa clause. I have been doing it for all the 6 years I have been
alive.‘Right now that that’sfinished its time you get you into bed, my little mince pie.’ Giggled my dad
prodding my nose.‘But I’m not...yawn... tired.’ I yawned.‘I think my littleangel is.’ Laughed my dad.My mum held my handand we walked upstairs.‘Night daddy.’ I waved.‘Night pumpkin.’ Hereplied.I got changed into mylight pink and light blue angel pj’s then brushed my teeth and tied my hair up into
2 plaits then hoped into my snugly warm bed and drifted slowly off to sleep.
Once I had closed my eyes I felt my mums warm lips touch my forehead then drift
off and that’s when my forehead when cold. ‘Woof woof.’ I faintlyheard.I woke up as fast aspossible.‘What was that?’ Igasped.I switched my lamp onand got out of bed.I grabbed the closestthing I could find, a Bratz doll, then walked slowly downstairs. It was coming
from the kitchen. It was very faint but I could still hear it very clear. There
was a box sitting on the kitchen floor and it was... moving?I opened it to find...A CARAMEL COLOUREDPUPPY!I gasped with delight.‘Aww it’s my littlecaramel.’ I said.Suddenly the puppyjumped out at me and started rapidly licking my face.‘Down boy, down.’ Ilaughed.‘Emily, is that you?’I heard my mum and dad say.‘Yes mum, I’m in thekitchen.’ I laughed.‘Ah, I guess she’sfound the puppy.’ My dad said.‘I’m sorry I ruinedthe surprise.’ I replied.‘Its okay hunny, wedidn’t really expect you not to hear him.’ Mum told me.Then we all had agroup hug and we all felt a little hairy bit which was Caramel jumping into the
group hug.We all laughed.It was the bestChristmas ever.

im liVING

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heathens wrote:

Quinzelle wrote:
You think your's was bad - try this one on for size ;-;
(please bare in mind, you can find a real reflection of my writing now (it's not great but better than this ;-; ) here)

It was Christmas Eve.I really wanted a caramel coloured puppy as my Christmas present this year. I
gave so many hints to my mum and dad I was for sure I’d be getting one. I
already knew what I would call it.‘Emily, its time to leaveout your mince pies and milk for Santa then its time to hop into bed.’ My mum
called from the living room.‘Coming mum.’ Ireplied.I walked downstairs togo get some mince pies and milk for Santa.
I am excited for Christmas; I have always loved putting out mince pies
and milk for Santa clause. I have been doing it for all the 6 years I have been
alive.‘Right now that that’sfinished its time you get you into bed, my little mince pie.’ Giggled my dad
prodding my nose.‘But I’m not...yawn... tired.’ I yawned.‘I think my littleangel is.’ Laughed my dad.My mum held my handand we walked upstairs.‘Night daddy.’ I waved.‘Night pumpkin.’ Hereplied.I got changed into mylight pink and light blue angel pj’s then brushed my teeth and tied my hair up into
2 plaits then hoped into my snugly warm bed and drifted slowly off to sleep.
Once I had closed my eyes I felt my mums warm lips touch my forehead then drift
off and that’s when my forehead when cold. ‘Woof woof.’ I faintlyheard.I woke up as fast aspossible.‘What was that?’ Igasped.I switched my lamp onand got out of bed.I grabbed the closestthing I could find, a Bratz doll, then walked slowly downstairs. It was coming
from the kitchen. It was very faint but I could still hear it very clear. There
was a box sitting on the kitchen floor and it was... moving?I opened it to find...A CARAMEL COLOUREDPUPPY!I gasped with delight.‘Aww it’s my littlecaramel.’ I said.Suddenly the puppyjumped out at me and started rapidly licking my face.‘Down boy, down.’ Ilaughed.‘Emily, is that you?’I heard my mum and dad say.‘Yes mum, I’m in thekitchen.’ I laughed.‘Ah, I guess she’sfound the puppy.’ My dad said.‘I’m sorry I ruinedthe surprise.’ I replied.‘Its okay hunny, wedidn’t really expect you not to hear him.’ Mum told me.Then we all had agroup hug and we all felt a little hairy bit which was Caramel jumping into the
group hug.We all laughed.It was the bestChristmas ever.

im liVING

You thought your 9 year old self was bad xD
Imagine shit like this but 12 pages long - I subjected GSM users (WHO TOLD ME IT WAS GOOD o.o ....), my parents and my teachers to that because I thought it was good...

however, I swear I rewrote this story one time at school and instead of grabbing a Bratz doll, she grabbed a baseball bat....

May I redirect you though to my recent creative writing so you can awe in my improvement (it's not that big tbf xD why am I applying for NT o.o ...?)

callum
World Famous

callum wrote:

Quinzelle wrote:

heathens wrote:

Quinzelle wrote:
You think your's was bad - try this one on for size ;-;
(please bare in mind, you can find a real reflection of my writing now (it's not great but better than this ;-; ) here)

It was Christmas Eve.I really wanted a caramel coloured puppy as my Christmas present this year. I
gave so many hints to my mum and dad I was for sure I’d be getting one. I
already knew what I would call it.‘Emily, its time to leaveout your mince pies and milk for Santa then its time to hop into bed.’ My mum
called from the living room.‘Coming mum.’ Ireplied.I walked downstairs togo get some mince pies and milk for Santa.
I am excited for Christmas; I have always loved putting out mince pies
and milk for Santa clause. I have been doing it for all the 6 years I have been
alive.‘Right now that that’sfinished its time you get you into bed, my little mince pie.’ Giggled my dad
prodding my nose.‘But I’m not...yawn... tired.’ I yawned.‘I think my littleangel is.’ Laughed my dad.My mum held my handand we walked upstairs.‘Night daddy.’ I waved.‘Night pumpkin.’ Hereplied.I got changed into mylight pink and light blue angel pj’s then brushed my teeth and tied my hair up into
2 plaits then hoped into my snugly warm bed and drifted slowly off to sleep.
Once I had closed my eyes I felt my mums warm lips touch my forehead then drift
off and that’s when my forehead when cold. ‘Woof woof.’ I faintlyheard.I woke up as fast aspossible.‘What was that?’ Igasped.I switched my lamp onand got out of bed.I grabbed the closestthing I could find, a Bratz doll, then walked slowly downstairs. It was coming
from the kitchen. It was very faint but I could still hear it very clear. There
was a box sitting on the kitchen floor and it was... moving?I opened it to find...A CARAMEL COLOUREDPUPPY!I gasped with delight.‘Aww it’s my littlecaramel.’ I said.Suddenly the puppyjumped out at me and started rapidly licking my face.‘Down boy, down.’ Ilaughed.‘Emily, is that you?’I heard my mum and dad say.‘Yes mum, I’m in thekitchen.’ I laughed.‘Ah, I guess she’sfound the puppy.’ My dad said.‘I’m sorry I ruinedthe surprise.’ I replied.‘Its okay hunny, wedidn’t really expect you not to hear him.’ Mum told me.Then we all had agroup hug and we all felt a little hairy bit which was Caramel jumping into the
group hug.We all laughed.It was the bestChristmas ever.

im liVING

You thought your 9 year old self was bad xD
Imagine shit like this but 12 pages long - I subjected GSM users (WHO TOLD ME IT WAS GOOD o.o ....), my parents and my teachers to that because I thought it was good...

however, I swear I rewrote this story one time at school and instead of grabbing a Bratz doll, she grabbed a baseball bat....

May I redirect you though to my recent creative writing so you can awe in my improvement (it's not that big tbf xD why am I applying for NT o.o ...?)

lets do it

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idek where I got that bollocks from either cause my parents have never been, especially my dad - no way in hell x3, like "pumpkin etc."
man I was a dork as a kid.

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Quinzelle wrote:
You think your's was bad - try this one on for size ;-;
(please bare in mind, you can find a real reflection of my writing now (it's not great but better than this ;-; ) here)

It was Christmas Eve.I really wanted a caramel coloured puppy as my Christmas present this year. I
gave so many hints to my mum and dad I was for sure I’d be getting one. I
already knew what I would call it.‘Emily, its time to leaveout your mince pies and milk for Santa then its time to hop into bed.’ My mum
called from the living room.‘Coming mum.’ Ireplied.I walked downstairs togo get some mince pies and milk for Santa.
I am excited for Christmas; I have always loved putting out mince pies
and milk for Santa clause. I have been doing it for all the 6 years I have been
alive.‘Right now that that’sfinished its time you get you into bed, my little mince pie.’ Giggled my dad
prodding my nose.‘But I’m not...yawn... tired.’ I yawned.‘I think my littleangel is.’ Laughed my dad.My mum held my handand we walked upstairs.‘Night daddy.’ I waved.‘Night pumpkin.’ Hereplied.I got changed into mylight pink and light blue angel pj’s then brushed my teeth and tied my hair up into
2 plaits then hoped into my snugly warm bed and drifted slowly off to sleep.
Once I had closed my eyes I felt my mums warm lips touch my forehead then drift
off and that’s when my forehead when cold. ‘Woof woof.’ I faintlyheard.I woke up as fast aspossible.‘What was that?’ Igasped.I switched my lamp onand got out of bed.I grabbed the closestthing I could find, a Bratz doll, then walked slowly downstairs. It was coming
from the kitchen. It was very faint but I could still hear it very clear. There
was a box sitting on the kitchen floor and it was... moving?I opened it to find...A CARAMEL COLOUREDPUPPY!I gasped with delight.‘Aww it’s my littlecaramel.’ I said.Suddenly the puppyjumped out at me and started rapidly licking my face.‘Down boy, down.’ Ilaughed.‘Emily, is that you?’I heard my mum and dad say.‘Yes mum, I’m in thekitchen.’ I laughed.‘Ah, I guess she’sfound the puppy.’ My dad said.‘I’m sorry I ruinedthe surprise.’ I replied.‘Its okay hunny, wedidn’t really expect you not to hear him.’ Mum told me.Then we all had agroup hug and we all felt a little hairy bit which was Caramel jumping into the
group hug.We all laughed.It was the bestChristmas ever.

(ignore the fact that there are no paragraphs and some of the words are stuck together - Microsoft Word hates me I swear.)
(Hope you get enjoyment from my misery ens ;-; )

There we have a piece I wrote in 2009, 8 years ago - aged 9
now we have a piece from 2016, less than a month ago - aged 17

WRITING PROMPT #1:
'You're my neighbour and it has just snowed over two feet of snow in six hours - the whole street in snowed in. I catch you building a snowman army and decide to join you. By starting a snowball fight.'
Time Taken: Around 15 minutes
Status: Unedited
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Down. Down. Down.
The stuff just keeps falling down. Glittering and glistening - no care in the world for it's final destination. 'Must be nice', I think to myself, forehead pressed against the cool glass windowpane. What a way to spend Christmas Eve, huh - staring out of my bedroom window. All alone, the rest of my family stuck far, faraway. I knew my decision to stay would bite me in the arse - the snow is just the cherry on top of it all.

Outside, the world is beautifully barren. Not a care, nor person in sight. The only signs of life are the stretches of fluorescent, offendingly bright, Christmas lights and a guy building a snowman battalion... hang on.
I bum shuffle around, facing the window. I grab its handle and force it open. A frozen slap of cold air burns my face as I squeeze my head through the gap. Did I really see that right? My eyes scan the area until there I see him. Even in this light, a night sky highlighted only by reds, greens and blues, I spot his frozen battalion - armed and ready with an arsenal of snow. The guy moves back to admire his handiwork, which I must say, is mightily impressive. Yet also crazy - who stands out in 2 feet of snow at -5 degrees?!
I look around some more. There's nobody with him and his house is completely blacked out. His only company appears to be a 4 foot waving Santa and his new comrades. He suddenly stoops down again - he can't possibly be making more? Except he isn't. Instead of rolling, he's molding. Smoothing and patting repeatedly until the wall grows higher. It looks awfully fun. Maybe I don't have to mope around here, after all...

Before I can even discuss the cons of leaving my toasted blanket cocoon, I'm wrapped in four layers of clothing and wrestling my feet into my snow boots. I open the door and step out into the snow. Maybe this was a bad idea - is watching Love, Actually for the fourth time today truly that terrible? .. Don't answer that. I shut the door and starting plundering on, collecting snow as I go. Turning out of the driveway, I see him. Legs bent, eyes focused back turned.
Completely defenseless.

I position myself safely, close enough to hit - but also far enough to charge the heck away if I have severely miscalculated this entire strategy. I inhale, pull my arm back and - release.

WHAM. It explodes across his jacket, startling him. The force and the shock cause him to topple over. Ah shit, what did I do? I attempt to run (I say attempt, it becomes more of a waddle) across the street towards him.
"Oh my God, are you alright?" I panic, shouting as I get closer. "I'm so sor- ughh". I feel a wham in my stomach and bend over in two. I see a wooly hand in front of my face and looking him, there he stands. Eyes as wide as his grin, holding back his hysterics.
- Game on!

AWE IN MY PROGRESS!!!

callum
World Famous

callum wrote:

Quinzelle wrote:
idek where I got that bollocks from either cause my parents have never been, especially my dad - no way in hell x3, like "pumpkin etc."
man I was a dork as a kid.

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heathens wrote:

Quinzelle wrote:
idek where I got that bollocks from either cause my parents have never been, especially my dad - no way in hell x3, like "pumpkin etc."
man I was a dork as a kid.

callum
World Famous

callum wrote:
oh trust me im in awe, if nt dont take it im suing @Photosynthesis