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My perfectionist brain looks at it and think, this might be the most you've stuffed up her anatomyNoooo it's not ugly![]()
The APPLE was cute.
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My perfectionist brain looks at it and think, this might be the most you've stuffed up her anatomyNoooo it's not ugly![]()
My perfectionist brain looks at it and think, this might be the most you've stuffed up her anatomy![]()
It really was I kinda miss itThe APPLE was cute.
I used to write stories. I wrote these probably when I was around 8 or 9.... maybe this should be a question asked to everyone who joins![]()
I used to write stories. I wrote these probably when I was around 8 or 9.
It depends.
In the story, it follows a main character, Martenelo. Martenelo is a donkey. Donkeys do not suffer from the negative effects of being fat. Martenelo likes soda, a lemon-lime soda creatively called Lemony-Limeish. The "villain" of sorts is a health nut doctor who tries to trick Martenelo onto treadmills and to hide his soda.
Essentially both characters try to inflict mental trauma on each other, one trying to destroy treadmills, the other trying to make the other lose weight.
As I type this out, I realize that it doesn't seem to make any sense. I'll have to find the document with the five-page story in it and see exactly what happened in it.
If it makes it any more insane, Martenelo loved cream of wheat as well. And there was a restaurant like subway, but the ONLY thing it sold was tuna sandwiches. It was called Tuna King.
I started as a vocal storyteller when I was 8If it makes it any more insane, Martenelo loved cream of wheat as well. And there was a restaurant like subway, but the ONLY thing it sold was tuna sandwiches. It was called Tuna King.
Where on earth did you get THAT from? No wonder your siblings cried. It shows you have power over them.I started as a vocal storyteller when I was 8
I used to make my small cousins cry
my first story was about farmer that was lured by a monster, taking the form of one of his cows, into the forest at night.
He can’t see and falls down a big pit where he very graphically falls and dies upon impact.
The spirit of this farmer then haunts the surrounding area cursed to remain undead but only taking the physical form of his eyeballs. He searches for a new body but is always left unsatisfied.
And usually I’d be telling this around a fire outside on a farm.
Makes it more dramatic.
Came to me one night when we were sitting around a fire at nightWhere on earth did you get THAT from?
average artist experience tbhMy perfectionist brain looks at it and think, this might be the most you've stuffed up her anatomy
The APPLE was cute.