ATTENTION ALL WRITERS! C'MON!!!

[Chicken Tamer]

Sounds good.

Much better than doing healthy things like drinking tea or sleeping. *Pulls cake out of an alternate dimension storage space and starts blowing up balloons*
*Perfectly straight face* Makes perfect sense. I understand your motivation to write insanity completely.

I only do it when I feel like it XD I usaully write scary, sad, mythical, stuff like that)

 

[miss heny]

I only do it when I feel like it XD I usaully write scary, sad, mythical, stuff like that)

i write Fantasy right now XD i can post the link if ya want

 

[canada-goose]

yep! ! 1812 bring out the punch! *1812 comes out with a bowl of punch* (we lost it )

Confetti. Streamers. Ice cream in several flavors. No exclamation points, because my computer appears to be allergic to them.

I only do it when I feel like it XD I usaully write scary, sad, mythical, stuff like that)

To some degree, I have the opposite style. I write light, silly stuff mostly, but every now and then I do love to indulge in a few paragraphs of miserable and tortured characters.

 

[miss heny]

Confetti. Streamers. Ice cream in several flavors. No exclamation points, because my computer appears to be allergic to them.

To some degree, I have the opposite style. I write light, silly stuff mostly, but every now and then I do love to indulge in a few paragraphs of miserable and tortured characters.

XD my comp on the other hand appears not to be!

!!!!!! *!812 starts to pop out fireworks*

 

[miss heny]

well going to get off for the night, will work on hijacking this thread some more latter!

 

[canada-goose]

XD my comp on the other hand appears not to be!   !!!!!! *!812 starts to pop out fireworks*

"Achoo."
I jerked back in shock as my computer made this calm statement in reaction to Miss Heny's use of exclamation marks. To hear such a matter-of-fact sneeze is an oddity, even to one with as much computer knowledge as me. I hoped that its allergic reaction would grow no more acute, as computer snot is made of melted plastic and is therefore rather painfully hot.
"Are you okay, buddy?" I asked, subtly inching away from it.
"Ah. Ah. Achoo." It said.
Ouch.

 

[Chicken Tamer]

Confetti. Streamers. Ice cream in several flavors. No exclamation points, because my computer appears to be allergic to them.

To some degree, I have the opposite style. I write light, silly stuff mostly, but every now and then I do love to indulge in a few paragraphs of miserable and tortured characters.

ok kk kool

 

[Chicken Tamer]

I laid by a gravestone... it was my brothers... People dressed in back, heading off to their cars, but I just sat there, by the gravestone...
"John... its me, Jasmine... I didnt see this coming, an-and..."
A tear fell from my eye,
"I miss you..."
My eyes felt like water falls,
"I-I Love y-you..."
I was so choked up with words. Someone came up to me, and sat by my side,
"Jasmine... its time to go..."
I noticed it was my sister, Shanon, she saw that my eyes were pools...
"Jasmine... we need to go... Im sorry..."
Nobody understood the feeling I had... he was my best friend... no body understood our bond...
"Ok..."
I stood up and walked away, looking back every few steps. Two butterflys followed me to the car, a blue one, and a yellow one. I didnt understand the butterflys at first... but when I got old I started to understand...

This is only the beginning

 

[miss heny]

"Achoo."
I jerked back in shock as my computer made this calm statement in reaction to Miss Heny's use of exclamation marks. To hear such a matter-of-fact sneeze is an oddity, even to one with as much computer knowledge as me. I hoped that its allergic reaction would grow no more acute, as computer snot is made of melted plastic and is therefore rather painfully hot.
"Are you okay, buddy?" I asked, subtly inching away from it.
"Ah. Ah. Achoo." It said.
Ouch.

XD MH glared at the comp "huh"

 

[canada-goose]

XD MH glared at the comp "huh"

I hastily wiped bits of molten plastic off my clothes and turned my attention to Heny, my eyes blazing and hands trembling with poorly suppressed fury. I picked up my handy magical bluetooth mouse and right-clicked her, and proceeded to choose the "select" option, hoping to block all her attempts at communication.
"Error." My computer said. "Incompatible with operating system. Please contact system administrator to request installation of missing add-ons."