Story Tellers Thread

It may not be painting but words cna give art as well.
You can post stories here.
I'm doing this cuz' i can't draw for my life.

I write some stories, but not good ones......=_=+ I tried writing a NaruHina fan-fic, but it was sucking and I dropped it. XP

Well.....I have a Pokemon "legend", but I don't like it, whatever anyone else says!

Just posted, it can't be as bad as the stuff my brother makes.

Nooo.....The story gets really horrible at the end! And I killed Eevees! No one would like me if I posted it!

Narakun wrote:

Nooo.....The story gets really horrible at the end! And I killed Eevees! No one would like me if I posted it!

You killed Eevees!
Wow. By horrible do you mean sad or just lame.

Both. >_>

Oh.

Aima-chan has a few she could write up quickly enough.

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Lawl, kidding.

I do actually have a few things, but they got blown out of the water a while back cuz they were just plaid stupid.

I'm not sure if I get what this is for.

You tell stories here at the story tellers thread. =,=

Aima wrote:

You tell stories here at the story tellers thread. =,=

[sarcasm]Noooo[/sarcasm]

inorigh? XD

yep XD

Ooh, brainstorm! I'm gonna go write a crappy fan-fic with PNC and Bleach! XD

Okay?? I have a really short story.

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TT_TT That..was...the BEST STORY EVER!!! XD

._.

Mines even shorter >: D

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Here is one.



The End.

Wasn't that a great stroy kids!

XD

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Kaen, I've been told that story ever since I was four. >_>

Narakun wrote:

Kaen, I've been told that story ever since I was four. >_>

wow ._. so much for me being 'original'

LOL.

Here is a calssic nursery rhyme that we have all heard since we were young.

Little Ms. Muffet crouched on her tuffet regaining her shell-shocked wits. When along came a glider that dropped an H-Bomb beside her and blew Ms. Muffet to bits.

*Brushes Off Dust*

I am a storyteller, I just finished this cool action scene. Can you guys please rate. I'm not good at them so I would really like you guyses help.

From, A Pyrex.

The men worked in perfect unison. They need not signal one another, they new what to do. They all increased their pace. The patrol had 3 men in it, they men shrouded by darkness had the advantage. The two tallest men made their first strike. One plunged his elbow into the left most Demon’s back. The other grabbed the right most Demon’s arms and yanked them backwards. In another swift movement he twisted the man’s wrists and broke them. Both members of the patrol screamed. One fell to the ground and was silenced for the rest of the battle. The other was squirming on the ground screaming over the immense pain that had been placed upon him. These actions were taken in little more than five seconds. The last Demon standing turned around, and in a drunken state, plunged a spear into the tall man who had broken the Demon’s wrist. It missed the desired mark of the chest and landed in the middle of the arm. Warm blood began to flow from it. But the tall man did not scream. As his assailant pulled out the spear he rushed forward and tackled the man to the ground. The man had rather heavy armor on and it made a loud clunk when it made contact with the ground. One of the men that had stayed in the back ran over to the Demon with the broken wrists. He aimed his strike carefully and plunged his foot down on the man’s throat. He shattered the Demon’s larynx; the man would soon suffocate to death. While this beast was suffocating the tall man who had brought the Demon to the ground was in dire straights. In one movement the last member of the patrol had flipped over on the ground. This put him on top of the man. This creature landed strikes across the mysterious mans face. His armor fists left huge indentations on the man. After every blow a new stream of blood began to flow from the man’s face. After three blows the two men who had not done anything yet ran up and grabbed the Demon’s arms. The last member of the patrol struggled to free himself. The other two men solidified the hold on the demon by grabbing his waste. The Demon began to yell in a drunken rage. The tall man whose face was stained with his own blood got up. He pulled a slender blade from his belt and plunged it into the man’s unarmored throat. And so the patrol was completely wiped out. The four men holding onto the Demon dropped him. He hit the floor and he never rose back up. Blood was steadily flowing from the man’s throat.

I have a REALLY good story..

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Well, 5 stars! So original.