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Write Down! (http://www.youngwritersonline.net/games/writedown.html)
Play the game, write as much as you can, and then post what you wrote within the time limit. You can post your score, too.
11-08-2007, 12:20 AM
2430 was my score *sigh* and here's the horrible story. :)
There once was a boy who had writers block for his story and he couldn't think of anytrhing to write so he went over to this game called write down where he had to write down as much as he could in sixty seconds. He tried as much as he could to get as many words down onto the computer screen and as he did this he realized that he was starting to shoot out plot lines that he could use for his story. One plot line involved a bowling incident where the pregnant girl tried to bowl but could not because of her belly. The other involved a trip to a supermarket where some rather unfortunate events occcured. He kept writing and pretty soon he had over ten new plot lines that he could use for his story. He was so happy that he had tried this game that he out it o his favorites and vowed to return to it whenever he had writers blcok again. It was really a helpful tool. He went back to it often after that to play once more becuase not only was it great to improve your writing and typing skills but it was also a lot of fun to be competing with other people. He tried as hard as he could to then try and make an actual story which in turn slowed him down causing him to have on of his worst scores ever. In anger he threw his computer across the room causing it to break. HIs parents had to replace the computer which cost over a thousand dollars and he was in big trouble. Not only was he grounded forever but he had lost his story that he had worked so hard on. The game that had saved his life on his story had ironically become the end of it. He tried to rewrite it but for some reason he had never made a second file on the internet or anything so it was lost forever. May our hearts be with this poor child whose life and story was ruined by this saddening game,. Although I like it for the same reasons it is important to know that you should not get too angered by it and always remember that it is just a game no matter how helpful it is. It may also cause you to realize that when you try to type fast you make a lost of mistakes and may also bring you to the revelation that a job as a secretary is not for you. I hope that my fellow writers enjoy this small little game as much as I do because I think that I didn't so so good on points this time and the timer is almost running out so I'll tell you that at the end of this tragic story the boy who threw the comoputer died in a fire. IT was a sad night good night.
959 *Glares at George's score* I'm going to beat that eventually! This was so random:
there once was a boy who didn't like to eat food after he reached the age of 8 years old, nobody knows why. so e got very hungry, and he was nearly starving himself, so his parents intervened and forced him to eat food. The boy resisted, shouting that they were abusing him and forcing himt to do things that he didn't want to. so eventually, the police came, and they arrested the parents, sending the kid to a place where he'd be watched better, where his caretakers wouldn't let a child develop a dislike of eating food at all, and maybe solve the boy's problems. So he went to a school for children, and eventually was forced to eat food also, even though he stilll hated it. then he found out what Jello tasted like, because he had never tasted it before. He learned to love Jello so much that he easn't starving anymore, and soon he learnd to like other foods like cake, icre cream and muffins. then end. the boy lived a verry happy ws=eet filled ligfe.
11-21-2007, 06:17 AM
AWWW... I was gonna write something like GeorgeMichael's. Never mind, never mind.
So there's this girl who's sitting in front of her computer, stealing GeorgeMichael's idea and trying to concentrate while drinking green tea. The children outside were laughing at something on the television screen which isn't suitable for children under the age of 18, though said girl didn't know why they were watching it anyway. Outside, her dog was barking away like mad, howling and trying to communicate with his girlfriend, who was with this huge, white furred jock. He's (the dog) practically crying right now. the girl felt guilty, because she cheated a bit by stealing ideas and thinking before she started this game, and her keyboard is going crazy as wellllllllllllll , spewing out the letter Ls on the screen. AHHHHHHHH 25 seconds left, and she still didn't get it done. 17 seconds!!!!! She decided to just be random and stupid, and talk about chocolates but there isn't any more time left, so she just decided to write doen two words: The End, Thank you for reading!!! (though if yo didn't, she understands completely) 8 seconds left, 7 seconds left, 6, secs, 5 secs... Happily ever after.
I totally cheated. Notice AHHHHHHH and Wellllllllll. SO I guess my real score should be -20
real score: 1085
11-21-2007, 07:46 PM
Hurray, I will never be defeated :)
And if I am I will begin typing like crazy to regain the title :P
11-21-2007, 08:17 PM
I wrote this for the pure purpose of beating GeorgeMichael.
Once upon a time there was as girl who wanted to eat cake She went down the stairs and opened the refrigerator (because she lijked ice cream cake) but she couldn't find anything. instead, she found an empty plate. HER BROTHER HAD STOLEN IT But hten she remembered that she didn't have a brother, so it must have been her dog. But she didn't have a dog either. So it must have been her pet shrimp. But her pet shrimp was locked in a self supporting ecosystem, so it couldn't be that either. She frowned, and then she decided that it must have been her parents. AFter all, besides the microscopic bugs and the random mosquito, those were the only other organisms in her house. Proud having used a random biology word that she had learned, well, a long time ago, w hen she had been readingi regular books, the girl decided to go ask her parents if they had eaten her cake. After all, it was a good cake, and even though she got a new one every week, she never grew tired of it, because it was made of seven different kinds of chocolate all mixed together and placed in just the right place and when it melted in her mouth--
So first she went to her dad, and he told her he hadn't eaten the cake, and she realized that he was probably telling the truth, because he had to watch his diet, because diabetes was in the family (but fortunately none of them had diabetes, it was just the grandfather) and so he couldn't have that much cake anyway. After crying a lot of tears for him (because seriously, everyone wants to eat chocolate cake, right?) she went to her mother. But her mother wasn't home. She considered calling her mother on the cellphone, but she couldn't, because she couldn't remember anyone's cell phone number. Her father couldn't remember the cell phone number either, and both of them were too lazy to go look it up.
The girl wnent to the refrigerator again to check of anything was there, if the cake had mysteriuosly reappeared, or if it had been hiding in the back of the refrigerator or something, but it wasn't. Slightly depressed, instead she grabbed a fistful of hard candies (creme) and went back up the stairs to her room.
Her laptop was waiting for her there, and she sat down in front of it. She peeled the first wrapper, glared at it, and then tossed it aside on the floor. There was already a small pile of wrappers on the floor, becsause her trash can was on the other side of the room, and whenever she ate candy, she was always too lazy to stand up, walk five steps, and throw the wrappers away.
So then she popped the candy in her mouth, and she didn't even like hard candy, but it was the only sweet thing there was, and she wanted something sweet. The girl was bored again, and she wondered whether she would ever learn who had stolen her cake. Perhaps it had been aliens. Aliens had come and beamed the cake away with their magical gravity whatever beams! No, that involved science, it it sounded weird.
The girl finished the rest of her candies and stood up to go get more when the phone rang. She picked it up, and it was her mother! Her mother told her that she was coming home for work now, but the girl didn't care very much. She only wanted to know whether the mother had stolen the cake. The mother said no.
But she heard the hesitation, and she knew her mother was lying! The girl started screaming profanities at her mother, who hung up quickly. The girl threw the phone on the floor (in the pile of wrappers), looked up, and saw her father was standing in the doorway, looking very enraged.
"You should never use bad language again, young lady!" he cried in Spanish. The girl didn't understand Spanish, but she understood the expression on his face, and she ran away and hid under the bed. Her father ran about the room, pulling the books from her bookshelf, and screaming at her for leaving her candy wrappers on the floor also. Then, he accidentally stepped on the phone, fell, and howled in pain. The girl waited in breathless silence, and finally, cursing (using worse language than she had, really,) he limped from the room.
Grinning in triumph, the girl emerged from under the bed and dashed off to find some thing with which to get revenge on her mother. She found a knife and stabbed her mother and then she finished her story, because there was only one second left. Rawr.
11-22-2007, 01:35 AM
Of course you realize THIS means war.
we're so competitive
I'll write it later, I'm watching a movie right now with my aunt and I just got on to check my stuff.
11-22-2007, 01:05 PM
I tell ya, it's coming down to WPM.
I would go break 5,000 now, but I'll respectfully wait for your next weak attempt.
11-22-2007, 01:57 PM
HAHAHA good job Carraka, it was so funny XD
635. My typing is going from bad to worse. I'll try again sometime later.
there was once this little fellow who was a pretty short boy for his age. He started to go out with an ancient witch who lived in the wardrobe. The witch disliked the boy immediately but the boy simply adored her. He put a spell on the witch (Who knows where he got the spells from) and used it on her. The witch, upon hearing about the boy's plan, ran out from her bedroom, holding a chopping knife. She sought for the boy at his house. However, there was no one at home. Thoroughly angry, the witch decided to turn into a lump of cheese. The boy came home and ate the cheese. upon seeing the cheese, he gobbled it down. The boy died.
Once upon a time, there was this little girl who refused to eat her porridge. One day, she went home to find her porridge all gone. She screamed and decided to steal porridge. She found a house which was steaming with delicious smells. She entered the house eagerly and to her surprise, she found that no one was home. The girl went into the house to find three bowls of porridge on the table. She ate it. Hot! she screamed. She tried the second bowl! Hot' But not too hot! She added. She tried the third! Mmm!it's just right! She finished it. Next, she approached the table where she found three chairs. She sat on the first. It was as hard as metal. She yelped in pain and sat on the second. She sunk deep into the char. Too soft! Not satisfied, she tried the third. ah! it's just right! She rocked happily on it and the pour ol' chair broke. She went into a terrible tantrum and entered a bedroom and tried the first bed. Hard! She tested the second. Soft! She gave a go at the last! Just right! She slept where three bears later found her afterwards. The three bears ate here up right on the spot to avenge their stolen porridge, broken chair and dirtied beds.
12-14-2007, 10:28 PM
-prods this thread-
Georgie, have you given up? And so easily!
I thought I would have to write to 6,000!
Ah well. Someone make me a crown.
12-18-2007, 03:02 PM
I would make an attempt right now, but I'd force my fingers to fly all over the keyboard and the TAPPITYTAPPITYTAP would bug all the other librarygoers. ^^ -jots note in imaginary notebook to return here-
she ran away and hid under the bed. Her father ran about the room, pulling the books from her bookshelf, and screaming at her for leaving her candy wrappers on the floor alsoCarraka, that story was incredibly funny. This was the best part. She hides under the bed, so the father started pulling books from her shelf?? :D
1853. New personal record!
Once upon a time there was a little boy who was a ll alone in his room, and he cried for his parents to come but they didn't. "They hate me!!!" he shouted to his goldfish. Grinning, he pulled a book off the table and started to read it. Soon, though, he got bored, because it was one of those 300-page long books that you have to read for class, and this one was particularly boring because it was all about the lessons in life an old man learned from watching his own goldfish. "I wish I was not a goldfish," the boy thought. Angrily, he set out to find his parents. They were not in the laundry room, nor were they in the attic or the basement. They weren't eating food again, either, and the TV room was completely empty except for the boy's little sister. "Hey!" she said to him. "Leave me alone!" the boy replied. Then he decided to look outside for his parents, but the backyard was empty, and the street was empty, also. The boy looked down the road and saw a car coming. "I think it's time for another adventure," he thought, remembering the story about the old man and the fish. He ran out into the street, forcing the car to stop, and it pushed him backwards three feet onto his bum. The man in the car yelled at him for being so stupid. Just then, another car came down the road from the other direction, and the boy jumped out in front of it. This time, the car did not stop, and the boy was hit. Then he was sent to the hospital immediately. When he awoke, he was completely covered in stitches, except for his eyeballs and his mouth. The boy looked around and saw nothing except Jello and a nintendo entertainment system, so he picked up a controller and started to play. This is the life, he thought to himself as he ran around the mushroom kingdom. He looked out the window and sighed. Where could his parents be, after all? he wondered.
12-18-2007, 05:00 PM
Score 4548 :):):) but there are sooooooooo many mistakes :P and it's a horrible story :)
i once upon a time there was a boy who was sitting at his computer and he was looking at other people nearby. He was sitting in a library and saw that the person in front of him was on Yahoo.com a site that was not allowed here. He did not want to tell on anyone but instead looked closer to see what the girl was doing. She had the entertainment section on and was reading an article on Britney Spears. The boy laughed to himself wondering who would want to read tabloids on the internet? You only read tabloids at Wal Mart when you're waiting in a long line or something. He smiled once more and then turned back to his own screen. He opened up his favorite website which was for writers. He actually liked another site about playing games but that was alos nhjo0t allowed ion the library. In fact this patrtricular site was not a.lowed either but the teeacher said taht it was OK since it was partially educational. Also everuyone loved the boy so he could probably look for anything on here and could get a way with it. He know what you are thinking but he would never swearch for "that" Ok? He opened uip his own story that he was writing and decided to maybe work on it a little so he pasted it onto a word document. He had actually goptten pretty far in the story when al;l of a sudden his whole thing just blacked out and the file was lost forever.H e cursede the heavens in fury abut not out loud because he would get in trouble. He turned tio computer back on and saw that he had in fact been taken away and he would never see what he had writen again. He was so mad that he decided that he would juswt go onto onie of the games at that webiste and try to beat a competitor that had been challenging him for a while. He sat there typuing furiopusly and as fast as he could hoping to ioeve ab bhetter score than hios friend had on the webiste.As he saw him score go higher and higher he was confident that he would win this time. So confident in fact that he decided op give his hands a little break and slow down alittle bit. This was a wrong thig to do. He started getting points slower and slower and by the time the timer was reaching its end ghe did not have enought points ot beat the other contestant. He yelled once more and stormed outr of the library without a nother thought. When he arrived home that night he was sop angry at himself that he grabbed a nkife from the ktichen counter. He had lost his stpry, he had failed to beat another person, his life was shosrilbe. He began to write a note so that others would know what he ahd gone through in his lief and why nponje of them knew what
"true pain" was,. GHe grabbed the knife even harder and pout it to his wrists when suddenly he caught a small glimpse of someone outside and decided to wait until later. He put the note in his pocket and put the knife away into the kitchebn. He walked o0ver to the door and let in his parent s whio wished him ahappy Birthday. Oh my God, he said top himself,. he had forgotten that it was his own Birthday. How could hye ahve forgotten that. It seemed rather imposiilebe that a boy could forget his own Birthday.... He didn't know what do do., he smiled as his aprents brought in several presents among presenta and was so happy that he decided to bot kill himself after all. That night he went to his room and finished the new writing for his story and tried the game one more time. This time he did not let his fingers rest and while they began hurting after a while it was wortrh it to see that score multiplying. He smiled onjce mroe when he finally passed the iother persons score and then whenh the timer ran out he jumped up in victory that he had finally beaten it. He looked around and copied the whole story and got ready to past it into the thread . He posted his story and then looked in horror to see that the competitor had already written a new story. One that beat his brand new score, once again all life had ended gfor him... He was so mad once more that he decided he might want to get the knife back, but then he sighed and looked at himself in a mirror, he looked really fat in those pants, so he decided to change pants and by the time he was done with that he had forgotten all about the knife and the note in his pocket so he went to sleep. And then that night his mother came into his room and took all of his dirty clothes to wash them. As she was lo9ading the machine she felt a paper in his pants pocket and thought that it might be money so she took it out and there she found the note he ahd written...
12-18-2007, 06:48 PM
... It has a cliffhanger! You must continue it. After I beat your score.
12-18-2007, 07:05 PM
I decided there were far too many modern stories about people sitting in front of computers, so I wrote a medieval one. Medieval fantasy too. Hah.
ONce up on a time there lived a little peasant girl named Susie who had a normal boring life and did absolutely nothing. Everyday she got up to milk the chickens and take the cow eggs and kill the roosters because they were too loud (and they had lots of roosters anyway) and every day she would walk out to her grandmother's farm (because her grandmother had her own farm and was somehow taking care of it even though her arms were brittle and her husband had died) and help her grandmother with the morningi chores too. she had seven older brothers and seven younger sisters, and they all had names that started with S (it was a family traditioN) but Susie didn't really care about them. They were all stupid and peasant-like and she had aspirations to one day become the Queen of Angland. It was going to be hard to do that though.
She taught herself to read by going to the town every Sautrady and finding a kind old man that would help her with her letters. AFter a while, she was progressing quick enough to read by herself, so she took his books home, even though they were all boring about some man in the sky that didn't exist but someone knew everything they were thinking and doing and punished them by influencing fate and sending them to this really dark place where there were scary things that liked causing pain. She thought it would be fun to go to one of those scary dark places, but apparently in order to go to those places you had to "sin" and she didn't really want to kill anyone. Even her youngest brother named son-son, although he was super-anoying. Then after she learned reading she decided she needed to learn other things too. She started to learn to write, which was much easier since she already could read. She could only write with her left hand, which really bothered her, because everyone else (everyone else that wrote anyway) could write with their right hand. So after mastering writing with her left, she began to attempt with her right and even though it took her five years, soon she was very good at it.
At that time, Susize was fifteen and she decided it was time to do something else. Every day she had milked the chickens and killed the roosters, and every weekend she had gone to practice her letters, but the kindly old man that helped her with the letters was growing more kindly and more old every day, and sometimes he just seemed so stupid. And everyone else the family couldn't understand reading or writing at all and they had the most awful coarse language.
One day when she was walking through town Susize saw an advertisement on the wall. It said something along the lines of: if u ken reed this we wnt to hyre u. She wanted to rip it up and burn it because the spelling was terrible and the grammar wasn't theat great either. Well, she didn't know that much about grammar, but she knew it existed. But instead she decided to go into the shop and see who wanted her.
It turned out that the shop belonged a magician named Bobbi. He wasn't very good at reading or writing, even though he had all these scrolls and stuff and he wanted her to help anyway because he had far too many scrolls. In fact, he had twenty-six rooms that were completely pakced with scrolls, and they were all underground. Susie had always thought that only worms and bearworms and eagleworms and eaglebearworms lived underground, but now she knew that Bobbi lived underground too, which explained why sometimes she accidentally killed the chickens and the roosters and took their eggs even though the rooster didn't lay eggs. So then Susie decided to get a job with Bobbi. Bobbi didn't pay very well, but she started to learn magic too. She realized that you didn'ta ctually need to be born with magic, it was a common misconception. You just needed to have the right things (cow eggs and rooster milk) and she didn't have the latter, but she had the former. But Bobbi had all of it and he was all too happy to share eveyerhitn g with her so she used the spells at night and she learned how to make love potions and create fire from air and water from fire and fire from water and air from water and earth from happy rabbits, and it was all very fun. Bobbi didn't seem to mind anything at all, aand she had thouight that magiciasns were very secretive with everything they had, but apparently not, for when he realized that she wanted to learn, he taught her. And for a long while Susie was very happy.
When she turned seventeen, she went to Bobbi's house to help him with work (by then she didn't really milk the chickens anym ore because her parents had had twelve more sons and twenty more daughters and all of those children were helping at home isntead) and she found that the shop was closed. There was a sign tacked on it and it said : MISTER BOOBI IS STUPID BECAUSE HE TAUT SOME MAGICK TO THIS GIRL SO WE KLLED HIM. She was very angry and she burned the sign and she almost burned the shop too but then she remembered that it had rooster stuff and cow stuff and she needed all of that so instead she went inside and began to plot revenge.
Word Count: 5139
Wow! Carraka! 5139 words! You've bowled me!
12-19-2007, 12:01 PM
*sigh* I'll do mine later :( too tired right now :)
02-03-2008, 12:49 PM
Can I have a crown now?
02-03-2008, 03:11 PM
I beat Car's score with History!!! !!! It sucks, and I barely did it though :P
The establissng of colonies in the various regons of North Amerca in the 1600’s were basically the beginnings the creation of America. These first tiny steps in creating the country were also the first stps in heading towards the civil war. The colonies were spread throughout the new land asnd each colony had their own way of life and way of making money. Eventdually these different ways would lead to arguments in between the colonies, later staes, and obviously these arguments would lead to the civil war. another cause was the Constitutional Convention of 1787, also known as the Philadedslphia Convention, was the meeting that would lead to the creation of the United Statess Constitution. It led to the creation of the Federal Government and that eventually led to the controversy over Federal and State’s rights. Those arguments were the main reason for the disputes between the North and the South. That of course is what led to the civil war. I know Carraka is loving what this is about so far, FYI this is for my report that I'm writing so it's fresh in my head., here come's more :)Even an inventor helped cause the Civil War, if you view it that way. Eli Whitney was a greats inventor who invented two sincredible devices that ended sgup causing a bit of harm in some ways. Those two things were of course The Cottosn Gin, and Interchangeable Parts. The reason these things had some negative effects were because the cotton gin resulted in a hisgher demand of slaves to grow cotton in the South while Interchangeable Parts increased Industry activity in the North which further separatedg the two sections which led to the civil war The Louisiana Purchase was s big thing as far as the Civil War is concerned. The land deal, which was made by Presisdent Thomas Jefferson, was first off unconstigtutional, but more importantly nearly doubled the size of the United Statesg for a very cheap price. Unfortunately this newly acquired territory led to more arguments over the amount of land and states that could be admitted to America as slave states or free states. If either side got their way then the balance between Free and Slave States would be broken and of course these arguments were never really solved apart from some small band aid solutions and it of course led to more controversy which also led to the Civil War.I'm very reprtitive aren't I, I keep writing led to the Civil War" oh no, time id going down!!The Missouri Compromise of course happened soon after the Louisiana Purchase took place. The Compromise stated that Missouri would enter the Union as a slave state and that Maine would enter the Union as a Free State which kept the balance between the two sides. The major thing it did of course was set the 36 30 line that stated that any state that entered above the line would be free and any state that entered under the line would have the option of being a slave state. This line would later create controversy since the Northern land outnumbered the Southern land and it was onlsy a band aid solution. The arguments would lead to further sectionalism and that led to the civil war. I need more causes, so easy, I'm glad I like history a lot The annexation of Tesxas was an event that led to even more controversy between the South and the North…Shocking isn’t it? If Texas were to enter the Union as a slave state it would throw off the balance between Slave and Free states, of course thatg went the other way as well. Not only would id do that but the acceptance of Texas into the Union would almost certainly send the United States into war with Mexico. The severe opposition of Texas on one side, and the want from the other led to more sectionalism and division within the country which led to the Civil War. well, I'm not even halfway done with the time and \I'm just trying to type even faster right nowm it's amazing how I haven't had nearly any typos so far... that's pretty vool, I've never done it that good, my typing is getting better becuase of this gamse, thanks Carraka. Ms. Collett's teachings are gonna lead me to victory finally!!! he Compromise of 1850 was the attempt to soothe angers thadt were caused after the Mexican American War. It consisted of several things being done including the admittance of California into the Union as a Free State. However the big thing that came out of the compromise, as far as the Civil War is concerned, was the Fugitive Slave Act. This stated that any runaway slave that was found would have to be, by law, returned to the South. This of course wgas to please the Southerner’s whose slaves had been escaping but for abolitionists this was seen as… an abomination for lack of a better word. Thiss further separated the two sides which was Sectionalism and that led to the Civil War. I know what you all are thinking, he's so smart... well I'm not, I'm just writing doswn every single fact that I have in my mind on these things and hoping that they come out so that they beat Carraka, ... I almost have enough but now I have to start typing faster because I'm down to ten!!!!ok the next thing that caused the civil war was the nogvel that was written by Harriet Beecher Stow ... .no not enough time. .
02-03-2008, 03:34 PM
I continued my previous story. Witness my Mastery:
Suzie spent days trying to come up with a proper plan of revenge. She did not sleep or eat, and she became as frail as a skeleton. her lips were stretched thin, and her ahir grew long and scraggly, and her fingernails grew until they broke, and her toenails grew also. But she did not think of personal hygeiene or hunger. Her mind was filled with thoughts of revenge, and it became an obsession. One would have thought that if Suzie died as starvation (as she was due to do any day now) that she would have returned as a ghost or some type of strange being to suffocate the ones that had killed Bobbi.
It was months before Suzie emerged, a pale reflection of what she had been. her clothing was splattered with cow eggs, and grasshopper saliva, but she had a triumphant smile on her face, because she knew that she had finally managed it. She had two potions in her hand, and she would drink one, and someone else would drink the other, and then her revenge would be complete and painful to the world She only needed to find someone else to drink the potion with her.
So she returned to her littl ehome by the farm where her grandmother lived, and she learned that her grandmother had died while she was gone. the entire family hated her, because they knew that she had magic, and they wondered why she had not come to htme when she had heard that her granndmother was sick. Of course, Susize hadn't heard a single thing, being locked up in Bobbi's old workshop for months, and she was no longer quite sure how she felt about the death of her grandmother.
Oh she had liked her grandmother well enough when she was young, and when she had helped her grandmother do chores. It had been hard work, as there had always been something to do, and never very much to think about, and her grandmother didn't think reading or spellmagicmkaing was the greatest thing in the world. According to her, it made you sniffy and iyou became an aristocrat and you forget about your roots, your family,a and where you had comde from. Well, it turned out that her grandmother was probably right. She had loved her grandmother for a while, though. As she has always, at the end of every day, sat down With suzie, and over embroidery, told
Suize some grand adventures of grand adventuring. Some of them were the common epics that everyone knew about, such as the adventures of Carraka and the three not-so-smart friends she made online but pretended to like anyway, and the Downfall of GeorgeMichael, who had dared to c hallenge Carraka and had never had a victory lasting longer than two hours. Anyway, she knew all those epic stories by heart, but Suzie's grandmother also told her other stories, stories that the other villagers did not know -- stories that couldn't be heard anywhere else. Sometimes Suzie wondered if they were true, but the thing she liked most about them was that thte grandmother talked about her husband, who had died before Suzie was born, and the wonderful things Grandfather had done to help the people.
But beyond that, there wasn't much else she had liked about her grandmother, and she had been relieved to escape from the endless eternity of chores when she had. And now her grandmother was dead, and there were no more stories that could be told. Suzie was sad about that, but she was more focused on revenge now, and finding someone that would drink the other potion. And all her two hundred and twenty nine siblings refused her, quite adamantly. Her father even threatened to disown her, but then he decided that was cliche, and she was family, and he gave her a pair of dead chickens and told her she needed to think about marraige.
Suzie ignored that and left them. She wasn't going to let stupid love get int he way of her revengeful plan. But it gave her an idea. What if she found someone and made him fall in love with her, and then had him drink the potion?: She wandered into town, looking for some man to entice, but then she realized that she was exceedingly ugly. She had been beautiful, back when Bobbi had been alive, and admired by many stupid pig boys, but now, after months studying and screaming and tearing out her head, she might as well have been a corpse, already dead and ready for burial.
Suzie quickly returned home, left the potions on the table, and took a long, long bath. She brushed out her hair, until it was shining again, and luscious as the stars. She found a dress that her mother used to wear. It was a beatufiul pink dress, if not somewhat frilly, but it admired her form perfectly, and she loved it. She realized it had been a long time since she had worn dresses, because Bobbi had never let her wear dresses in the lab. He didn't like pink either. With the dress and the hair all done, and her body clean again, she decided to go to town and see if she could find ribbons and lace to make her pink dress even frillier. She would also have to eat a bit, to gain weight, because she was as thin as a straw. Well, she wasn't literally as thin as a straw, but she might as well have been as thin as a straw. She returned downstairs, and she found that one of her potions was on the floor, broken and eating acidically through the floor. The other potion was in son-son's hands (he was considerably older by now, but not much more mature, and ten times more annoying,) and he held the empty bottle.
Suzie was enraged. True, son-son was now dying a most painful death, but that death had been reserved for the people that had killed Bobbi, and now everything was all wrong! She had spent months making that potion, and she didn't want to make it again. Her parents and her siblings dashed down the stairs to stare at her as she screamed and screamed, and they tried to calm her down. The mother decided the proper way to fix everything would be to give her some lovely chicken broth, but before she could kill a chicken, Suzie turned on them and killed them all. Two hundred and twenty nine dead children, although seven of them were older than Suzie, and two dead parents. She burned the house down also, but the chickens got to live, and the cows also, and all the animals -- because she was going to need them to make the potions again.
To be continued ...
Character count: 6220
Ha! I don't know how I did it, but I spent half the morning playing with wpm tests, so that might have helped. Also, a lot of the paragraphs started with Suzie ...
08-19-2008, 05:31 AM
Not my fault. 600 that was sad.
once upon a time there was a little girl with pigtails who was super uber bored at 12:23 in the morning and really should be in bed but didn't really want to end the night cuz it would be all anti climactic and boring that way, so she scanned the old stuff on the exersizes board of the ywo and found this one and she sucks at typing so this is gunna end pretty pathetic, am i right? so she's sitting her doing absolutely nothing but typing now her brother is interupting her and ruining this whole contest shebang thingy so now i'm even more screwed than before derek! jerk. shut up stop laughing!
08-23-2008, 05:40 AM
Here's mine. Score 370 :(
Along the walkway outside of the old abandoned house there lived a decrepid old that nobody knew who the tpwsn folk sometimes talked to and his name was Donald Demetrius and what the townspeople didn't know was that this old man jad a very dark secret twjocb he would never tell anyway so I don't know what he was up tro the old man eventually burned the town down and g
Ok, I didn't know it was supposed to be a story, so its more just incredibly disgusting stream of conciousness. No one should read this if they are under the age of 18 ((mature themes including beastiality)), with that being said ((even though I failed)) here is my masterpiece. I could probably get around 2000-3000 if I was writing a story. Well... It was kind of a story
Hello my name is freddy and I like to have sex with bunnies. I don't think that makes me a pedophile, but whatever. My ex-grilfriend thinks that I am wierd for it, but she still had sex with me so it was ok. Maybe next year we could have a threesome. I don't really know why I'm writing about beastiality and sex, but its on my mind. "But, alex, you are such a perv," well screw you I have a problem, Ok? I wonder how people will take this when they read it. Do you all love me now? If you don't then I will come to your home and eat all of your children. Man, I thought this would be easy, but I'm running out of things to say. Maybe we could go to a dance one time. Oh, wow... I just realized I'm not writing in third person like I usually am... Darn, should I restard. Well I'm doing pretty well so I won't, but I understand if you will be mad. I have to say that with only 10 seconds off the clock I'm happy with myself and the fact that I'm doing this well. Maybe I can beat George into submission and rape his cat. Damnit! I shouldn't say that. If your animal suffers of anal intrusion it wasn't my fault I promoise. Damnit now I'm doing very poorly, someone needs to help me. No, not the needle mommy. I hate ADD, it makes me want to do things like this at one in the morning and I'm really quite sure it is not so healthy. I wonder how many characters a long word like this is. Deoxyribonucleicacid... its on a new line on the little testing thingy. Thats freaking awesome. You see, I'm cutting down on the swearing, I said freaking and not fucking. Like what I'll do to your cat. No! Damnit! Alex! Slap yourself! *slaps* Ok, I'm better now. Do you want to be friends? Wait, that was awkward, I probably should have left that for the end, oh well. I guess its too late now, but would you lend me your cat, I just love cats. I'm going to talk to my exgirlfriend when I finish with this because at least she didn't probe my analy. No, why do you ask? You shouldn't be so invasive about my personal life you know. I guess I was supposed to write a story and I ended up writing some pretty disturbing stream of conciousness. I'm hungry, I want some cat I mean canoli canoli. I'm watching Iron Chef America on Food Network and the fish looks yummy even if fish tastes like cat and cat is only good for one thing. No, of course I won't let you know what that thing is jeez. Did you know my password? Neither do I. Its some sort of suit. Whoops, I've been doing this too long because I just had an accident in my pants. Do you like saffron, I like saffron. There once was a man from Nantucket, he once had to puke in a bucket, he pulled down his pants and went on the farm, and the horses all ran out, neighing from the barn. Was that sexual? Or funny... I don't even know anymore. Are my elipses counting as characters? Let me see ... Oh my god! Thats awesome! They do! Maybe I should start using double brackets like I usually do ((like in other threads and shit)) see! My count went up! I guess this really isn't a story though, although the thoughts of beastiality must be awesome to hear from someone like me. Man, I've run out of things to say and the clock is starting to run down more and more. I wonder if I can get to 4000 characters. If I do then I could put it in 8 signatures like a special edition thing and everyone would love me. I just heard the word reduction and giggled even though the word reduction isn't inherantly funny. I just misplelled inherently, but I don't give because I got to get more characters as quick as possible. I'm up to 3600 at least. You know that as soon as possible is abbreviated into A.S.A.P in some places. I never liked that, people always tell me "get here A.S.A.P" stupid acronym can go suck my doggy bone. I'm sorry, the beastiality references must be overwhelming to someone who doesn't know me very well, but I really have nothing else to talk about. At least the spaces don't count as characters or else that would really suck. Man, I feel I could've done better, but it seems my time is running short. With my last farewell I bid you adieu, even though those two words mean nearly the same thing. That being said I am stisll going and I am still going strong, maybe I do have a chance to get to 4500, I'm at 4350 right now. Actually I'm a little bit under it, but you don't have to know that. I'm getting close, and I will be dissapoitned if I don't achieve it. Damn, there was another spelling mistake but what can I do. I just hope I can provide you the best writedown game ever done on this site ever, even though long ago I remember somone who got up to 5000 characters and that is awesome, but again, with that being said, I am getting there. I thought it would be hard to get to 4000, but I guess if you push yourself anything is possible, even sex with dogs and animals. Man, I really need to put a warning on this when I can. Its awesome, I wonder if the counter has reached veyr, It has gotten to .3 and that is pretty low.
08-24-2008, 02:46 PM
If no one under 18 was supposed to read this, you might as well not have posted it on this site. xP
well... I don't want people running around at me yelling "oooh beastiality, oooh, I'm a pansy, I'm going to go shove rose petals" I should stop...
08-25-2008, 08:40 AM
I haven't read it yet, but now I'm not sure if I should. :mellow:
09-16-2009, 05:32 AM
... wow... I'm a really slow typer. Everybody's scores are off the charts.:unsure:
Well, my score was really low... and the story didn't make much sense, but without any more of my awkward talking, here's my truly boring and needless story!
The man that stared at me from across the bus stop was really annoying and he wouldn't give it up. So, finally I said, "Lay off!" He chuckled and shrugged. That's when I realized I knew him from somewhere. I knew him... but from where? I stood there like an idiot and stared at him until he felt uncomfortable... I guess it was my fault he punched me. But can I really be blamed for his actions? I'm just an innocent bystander. I knew him... but from where? I never knew that such an evil deed could come from looking at somebody... what a poor, poor world this is. I feel like I'm ranting... am I ranting or am I just a poor innocent bystander of the world?!
09-30-2009, 12:28 AM
You people are impossible. How did you manage to actually construct a story in 30 seconds? I could hardly write anything at all.
What was my score, you ask? 602 words. Laugh if you must, we've all done something at some point to deserve whatever happens to us.
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