freewriting

[nagarjuna]

This is called freewriting. It's not quite as sophisticated as the other exercises people have posted :P but I've found it to be quite helpful in freeing up my creativity and providing me with raw material to sculpt with. Most of you will be familiar with it.

Essentialy, you write (or type) as fast as possible and you DO NOT STOP. You turn off the inner editor completely; it can (and probably should) be total nonsense. Don't go back to change anything (even spelling) and don't censor yourself for things that are too nonsensical, vulgar, boring, or anything else. Just GO. Be anal expulsive. Vomit on the page.

Give yourself five minutes or whatever. Or just post anything of this nature. I'll start.

ostensibly he a donut did not remark the way a quark would remark. did he not unbelievably underununderstandably twice gogo? Therefore in the finished line we see, uniquely majestic loquaciousness provides itself providences, differing by a difference of slightly difference deference. Refer me to the doctor for my eyeballs are square. Is it, is it quite that time? The clock encircles like a yawning mandala--time is a harsh footsore. The canker of a delightfully underclocked wench in the midst of a valleywide skirt, bestoring beskopken hoboken hobgoblins. Therefore in the midst of several yellow skirtchasers, the wind and the weathervane poking and popping like ancient friends, we therefore deteriously understate our caustic cause. Believe me you, it is a wardrobe full of lies. The purple and the burgundy--verdant truths encased in bug eggs. We finish. we complete. We are the purnat purnam of a fucked-up Om. Sanskritizing analyzing criticizing and Samoan peanut sauce. this is the fruit juice of a secluded intuition. Saint Paul had it coming when the bull started roaring when the car started going when the fatass won a jew. Determinedly I follow, detrimentally I lead, going behind like a Wolfhound in heat and you can’t you can’t stop me. Going now, going, at a pace to beat a weaselfierceness. It is nosing, degressfuly gracious indeed!

As you can see, its bullshit. Hurrah!

[littledreamer!]

Oh! I wanna try! here we go!
she had starlight in ther hair. she was beutiful and mysterios and then she was gone and everything was dartk. when i woke up, it seemed such a sweet dream,then the fairy was there, hovering over me I smiled and followed her into space.

[Cadence]

I must say, this is generally how I write. Ho hum, more work needed for me. Oh well, lets try it!
The dense forest was as pitch as the darkest night as Nabbini ran through. He could feel his pursuers hot on his heels as he ran. His ragged breahing was all he could hear, the trees around him stealing the noise. The foilage on the floor softened his footsteps, but still he could feel them, unbreathing, silently running after him. Branches pulled at his shirt, slowing him down, all the time knowing they were coming closer.
Hm, not my best

[nagarjuna]

I must say, you guys get rather coherent output from this. I must make a special effort to right gibberish :). Plus I type faster than I think. (A problem.)

[Splash]

Welp, I did it and came out of the mangler with this...

Fat Man With A Moustache Man wasn’t not yet of the World Duplicate Society and so he did decided to go along to a conference about dirty socks for vegetables. This is when he discoved a whole world of jellyfish in her pocket. Once at the Portugaese toilet he found a pineapple and put on his head for safe keeping. Then he was suddenly attacked by a goosse and ran of crying into his lemon meringue pie, of which he later ate in desperation.

[S. Peppercorns]

it has been a long time since i habe eater a donu.i sink me teeth ointo the donut slowly, as irf i am safraid of what they taste might be, sour or sweet or terrible? iclose my eyes and let the soft glazey taste float over mey tongue and i revel in the bliss. donuts are venb better thn ti rememneber.

Wow, that was terrible. I will have to redo that sometime. I just was bored so i talked about eating a doghnut. I think it needs practise.

[Jellybelly]

I can't believe it's not butter but it is margine istead, and isn't that delicous? I love butter on my toast and as a kid I'd eat a chunk, they dog so mischeviously eating all the salmon on the floor and look straight up! the bug crawling down the wall staring at me with those big buged eyes they're huge, i say. i hate bugs they really are so gross and with those eight eyes that want to eat me up i get so squeasy my fingers hurt from tennis and golf and pe sucks and that ad says chicken recipes and it's probably delicious because all chicken is good but it is from swanson and what is biblicial hebrew? I don't understand i doubt tthese ads do any good so why do they put them up? well I guess because I'm reading them someone must pay attention and I feel like this will go on for forever the chair is hard and not very comfortable I need a drink of water. see the boy blue jumping out the window upside down and right side up and everything is great I ride the merry round and round and fall down into the drain where the rats will play.

Gee, I can't keep my mind on one topic for more than a few seconds haha.

[nagarjuna]

Gee, I can't keep my mind on one topic for more than a few seconds haha.

Lol, did you intend to write "squeasy?" I love it. :)

Prompt = Random track on my iTunes. Note that I don't self-censor at all.

vivaldi the baldy with summer insatiable strings arousing sundering can't be aroused without circulation twilight is ruined! without circulation no circulation in these fucking panties five for twenty five at pink she says and I'm not thinking real hard ditz as I am when I buy these fucking extra small green fuckers with peace signs and a menacing like a grin only they're saying, we hate blood we hate blood circulating is for not beautiful people are you beautiful? mirror mirror on the wall lie to me like the skunk you are. Very harmonious nary a moanious sundrious sunny desensitized string section is going all repetitive now like snow in the summer month, or air in a suffocated lung. The chauffeur is like what the fuck are you doing here? What are you doing in my pants, bert and ernie? Tuck away, fellas. Tuck, tuck! Nip and suck. Fuck and ruck the wondershucks of did you know that women didn't start shaving their legs until early this last century? Sonza sinatra lotsa gotcha didn't I?

[electrilad]

She walked down the hallways her long hair flowing like waterflalls , like diarhhea, cause diarhhea flows like a river like pochontas my friend rachel shes not like pocahontas at all because shes all drummer and I IS GONNA F**CK YOU UP and stuff. Her face was really pretty like white white as snow but not snow white because nsow white was this weirdo schizo cleaning ocd person with little sdwarves and talked to naimals and died from food poisoning ouch sucks to be her. Her eyes are like 2 pools of delicious green chocolate because there arent any good food that are green except for vegetables, but whose gonna comepare her eyes to kale and broccoli?, whoever would say that to a girl would get his hair ripped out pulling the scalp out and it would be so painful because of broccoli-eyes.

Well, that was my attempt of describing a beautiful girl :P

[shakespeare]

Sounds fun!
Here I go!

I was running. Running faster than I ever have before in my life. I saw the figure ahead of me. Tall, slender, dark hair bouncing up and down on the back of his head. I wanted to beat him. This was a race! I HAD to beat him! I HATED him! I was starting to run out of breath and I had a cramp in my side, but I kept going and going. I started pulling ahead of the figure and I looked back and saw the aghast expression on his face. I started running faster, each step more of a challenge, but I did it. I beat him

[Diocletian]

and impossible
I said and the fire verses of Virgil vernacular
followed us (me I) into the dawn(ing
comprehension that there was something upon
the pawn of a marble chessboard - slippery and waxed).

and impossible
I said and found myself sad at the foot of a king nestled forth
with his queen -
forgot the misnomer -
a king
with his
queen
on that stony board that I was slipped on because you see,
it was a mildew surface wet by our tears

and possibly
a bishop lumbered forth and tried to give me Rites
but I was
right and denied his writing in red pen I thought it was blood
and sick of blood I am and tame as gold I am except
when on a slick slab of squares and rocks.

finally I found a pawn and fired away into a kiln into its center,
because it was hollow
and started to burn and he started to scream and squirmed like a rabbit
caught in a steely grating trap.

and the rest of the pieces followed, the hollow knights with their
sallow breath, the hordes of rooks hoarding stores of crooks
between battlements,

I lay on the liquid floor of the chessboard and floated
away and thought it was possible.

---------

EDIT: And yes, I realize this makes no sense whatsoever...as it shouldn't, right?

[miss_smiley]

Hmmm...this should be a rather interesting challenge for me, seeing as I tend to edit as I write. Leeeet's see...

The rain dripped dripped dripped onto the pavement, like the sound of tinkling chimes. No sound apart from that reverberated through the still lonely corridor, long-forgotten by all but its own lonely ghosts. It had been years since that hall had seen anything even resembling a human - students that had once filled its corridors, beckoning, shouting and laughing, filling the vacant space with livliness and excitement. But the children had grown, mad themselves into parents, lived responsibly and boringly through a life sucked hollow and then had come to their inevitable deaths in the borish homes that surrounded their communities.
The hall had sat and sat. It seemed like millenia had passed for that place - unchanged, lonely and solitary a place as it was, it longed for those little voices again - the shouting, the excitement. And so, in its extreme age, the hall waited to live once more.

How's that? *eekish!*

[Midsummernightsdream]

The world turns my jheart beats i don't know how the world workd buti hope that i can help tio change the the how doe sthe fight end when it begins with and ending i love jivberrish it is fun to write saif the happy llamea i think money should be shared more often why is there a god if he can't seem to help us now global warming this is random ok stopping.

[Iridescence]

I couldn't feel anything at all but my own heart beat thump thump thump thump like a river pounding against the bank no not a river more like an ocean with waves and sand and fishies and all you can hear is the whoosh of the birds and they are cawing and the sound is so fricking annoying but you cant shut it out, cant shut it out and its just like a heartbeat cause both of them wont stop and all you hear is the pulse of blood like a stream like a crook like a brook and oh my god crook and brook rhyme just like beat and feet rhyme and the heart beats blood into the feet and crooks and brookes and streams or is it creeks and I dunno whatever the hell im typing and its just a heart beat thump thump thump thump.

Damn, that was the shittiest thing ever. :P

[Fiction]

I was terrible at acting, so I could not live. they made me jump and cut and moan and pretend i liked to endure torture. that was acting training, like a mean phase of schooling where they make you do sums and all of that until you are ready to strangle the nearest christmas caroler for hurting your ears. like a little baby, i tried to make myself noticed by screaming all the time, but that did not work. they put tape and rope in my mouth and made me act. i had to play lady macbeth for their play. it was a hateful part because the crimson blood they sprinkled on my hands made me vomit over and over and over again.

[Iridescence]

it has eyes like spring pools like moons in the sky silvery gray and lavender and dark blue and all the colors of the darkness and you see it staring at you but you cant look away cant look away and you feel it drawing you in and it wont let you go and you cry please god don't let it take me and the thing says there is no escape come into me and i will take you and you say please please spare me and its eyes are like fire and it says dont be afraid i wont hurt you. i am the first last and final truth. i am knowledge and all the wisdom in the universe and if you come into me your eyes will be truly opened and you gasp what are you and the thing says i am you.

[Jack]

This should be interesting.

With little more than a nudge the grand double doors slipped open to reveal a raging battle. Somke marked the battlefield and the cropses of hundreds of armoured soldiers scattered the ssandy ground. Without a secodn though HE RAN THROUGH THE DOORS, DODGING BULLETS AND FLYUING SHRAPNEL AS HE DID SO TO REACH THE OTHER SIDE.

Yes, I hit caps lock by accident cuz I was typing to fast :)

[nagarjuna]

I was terrible at acting, so I could not live. they made me jump and cut and moan and pretend i liked to endure torture. that was acting training, like a mean phase of schooling where they make you do sums and all of that until you are ready to strangle the nearest christmas caroler for hurting your ears. like a little baby, i tried to make myself noticed by screaming all the time, but that did not work. they put tape and rope in my mouth and made me act. i had to play lady macbeth for their play. it was a hateful part because the crimson blood they sprinkled on my hands made me vomit over and over and over again.

I love how your sick, twisted mind works. :)

[miss_smiley]

It was like something broke inside me.
His arms, like life-preservers, wrapped so tenderly about me, like I could break at any moment, so precious and fine. The tears came like soft rain, falling on the terrain of my face like so much life. This, this was life. For the first time in what seemed a millino years, I felt...alive.
Free of any kind of pain.
The torrent of misguided anxiety scrabbled out of my head, a great sigh filling my whole body.
This was what I had needed.
Just a simple...hug.
Some sign of sffection, that I was needed. Loved. It wasn't so much that I was needed, even. It wsa that for that one wmoment, someone wanted me nore than the next person.
That's all.
Something...just broke.

[lango]

Thomas looked ahead. There were hundreds of soldiers on his way. His only task was to get past some of them and pull the lever. Even if he died, his job was to pull that lever. And die he would, he was sure of it, there was no way a mortal man could hope to live. But he wasn't a mortal, that was his main advantage. The problem is, even with all his powers, he couldnt surpass so many enemies. Ten or twenty? Maybe. But it was too late now. He had volunteered for the task, alone. His friends depended on him. If he could not pull the lever, they wouldnt be able to cross the gate and they would all be massacred on the outskirts of the castle. Thomas ran forward, unsheating his sword, uttering an ear-piercing cry!

The first two soldiers died before they understood what was going on. He uncerimoniously ripped the neck of a third soldier, and parried the lance of a fourth, who had jumped off his horse to thrust at him. Thomas had survived the blow, but parrying it had killed his momentumn, and now the enemies were gathering around him. He stabbed, blocked and parried efficiently, but all the time he was pushed back, and all the time the enemies circled him more and more.
"So this is how dieing feels like" he thought to himself. He felt odd. There was no real fear in him. Just a bit of... expectation. He couldn't explain it, but it felt like all his life, he had lived for that very moment. The moment he had to fight for his life, and die trying. But he was going to do a hell of a great job, because his friends needed him.
A loud explosion in the distance made him fall back, but luckily the nemies had been startled too. A tall, ferocious blonde soldier ignored the explosion though, and ran at Thomas with his spear. But he never reached Thomas, as an arrow pierced his stomach and stole the life from his body. He was dead before he hit the ground. Dozens of such arrows flew towards the enemy, each and everyone seemed to hit their marks.
"The elves!" Thomas exclaimed happily, lifting to his feet. The elves had come to save him.
"YOU SHALL NOT KILL THOMAS!" shouted the elf-leader.
Thomas smiled.
"I'M THE ONE WHO WILL KILL HIM, FOR DEFLOWERING MY DAUGHTER!"
Thomas weeped.

hahahhahahaha this was actually pretty fun to write.
I have to say though, I cheated almost every time I wrote Thomas, because for some reason, I kept writing it without a capital first letter.

edit: WHOA, I actually wrote a LOT lol... and it actually makes some sense. I like this!

[Midsummernightsdream]

I dunno what i want to do micro said sadly if im a dog who is supposed to take care of my humans they take care of me but humans are intelligent i want doughnuts, Robby, help me with that who cares anyway about humans, some of them are horrible conceited assses life is fun thoughn and i don't want it to end

[miss_smiley]

The dogs are going crazy outside again.
"Mum? Is there any chance we can buy a shot-gun, or something?" My younger sister turned, a droll look unon her face, to stare at our mother. "I'm kind of trying to peace-out here."
"Then peace-out, by all means." Mum turned the page of the browned, love-worn book, given to her by her parents when she trned 18.
Mum says that I'll get to have a book like that when I'm eighteen. Two years from now.
And a ring. One with my own birthstone - amethyst.
Mum's is ruby, like red blood glistening from her right ring-finger. It winks as the smalller diamonds on the side catch the light.
"Mum. I totally can't. The dog just never shuts up!"
Mum looks up. "Amber. He's your dog. Do something about it. I'M trying to peace out."
Amber rolls her eyes in annoyance. "What. Ever."
I smile gently to myself. Amber has no kind of patience. She never realises that a dog needs to bark just as much as she needs to talk no that was stupid. Killing that one.
I whistled gently. "Fi. Here Fi."
The barking ceased immediately. A cold, wet nose touched at my calf, and I looked down to meet the wise eyes of Fi, our retriever.
"Damn, Jo. How do you do that?"
I look up in alarm. "What?"
"One little murmur and suddenly she's just there!" Amber eyes me with an almost accusary look. "What do you say, anyway? 'Dinner'?"
I look at my feet. "I just call her. She...hears me. That's all."
"Amber." Mum gives her a dry look. "Weren't you trying to 'peace out'?"
Amber's only response to this is to roll her eyes and return to the brightly illuminated screen of the computer.
I look down at Fi. I think we're going to have to be more careful.
She tilts her head. Hey. Human. You were the one who called me. Don't be telling me that we need to be more careful.
I half-smile at her. She's always been a bit full of thorns.


Oh dear Lord, help us. That's just horrific.

[nagarjuna]

Oh dear Lord, help us. That's just horrific.

Lol, I really liked it. Maybe not best-seller material, but it's original and pretty funny. You always get good junk when you tell the inner editor to shut it.

[miss_smiley]

^_* Glad you thought so, dude.
But I'm kinda still cringing. *excessively dramatic* Ages shall pass before I can look myself in the face again!

[nagarjuna]

Ages shall pass before I can look myself in the face again!

That would be a neat trick... involving cloning or else the fourth dimension.

[miss_smiley]

xP Well, I'm just full of little surprises.
Also, I'm going to stop spamming your thread, dudette (?). ^_* I ask forgiveness. Pretty-please, with a cherry on top?

[nagarjuna]

dudette (?).

Yes, I'm a girl. :P

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[BlackWillow]

This's a new exercise for me! Let's begin, then..

The old man with a moustache told me that If I went to the corner store I could go to the drug store and buy some cigarettes and booze. The had not the lind of the any that I luiked so I said no way and continuied to chase rainbows with my friends. theyu all had a stomache ache and laughed at me for wanting more donuts and pie. I had wipped cream on a brownie so HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. the teacher told me to do my moath but I ATE math so OI yelled at her for hours THE END.

Wow.... That was complex. Lol.
(aka piece of crap.)

[miss_smiley]

I sigh. "Yes. Whatever you say."
"'Yes, whatever you say' what?"
"Yes, sir. Whatever you say. Sir." I rolled my eyes over the telephone connection.
"So, let's go over this one more time."
"Sir, I really don't think..."
"First," he interrupted, bull-dozing over any argument against his obvious lack of perception. "You will pick up the carboard box from across the street. Then, you will bring it back here. Then, you're going to put all the files in it that you've registered in the book, and then you're going to take them back the the Archive, and you're going to put them in the respective places on the shelf. Is that understood?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Sir."
"Yes?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, boy, Drake. I'll be seeing you soon."
"Yes, sir."
I hung up, eyes rolling. "Yes, sir. No, sir. Three bags full sir. Would you like fries with that, or should I just kiss your feet while I'm at it?"
Annoyed, and my afternoon completely wrecked, I picked the keys up from their hook on the port rung, and slowly dawdled my way across the street.

[Liziy]

"DOn't look at me!" she cried, covering her face with her hands. HE pried her hands off of her face and screamed at her.

[Liziy]

Oh, sorry. I pressed something and it posted before i was done. o_0

[Liziy]

I'm starting over...

The scrren behind her flickered but she couldn't see it. She couldn't see, feel, anything. She was cold to the world. She cried herself to sleep every night and nothing could cheer her up. She missed him, that was all. She tried to cry but she was so numb that nothing happened. Getting up she threw up and sobbed because he was dead.

Oh Pithle. I'll never be able to show my face.

[Zombified]

"Dinosaurs? Really? In LA?"
"Yup."
Dave looked at me for a long time, he stared into my eyes looking for any signs of a lie. I just stood there, looking back.
"Really?"
"Yup."
He shook his head and laughed uncomfortably. Maybe he was trying to think of a logical explanation. Then again, he didn't see the Tyrannosaurus.
I did.
"A fuckin' T-Rex?"
"A fuckin' T-Rex."
"Shit."
"Yup."
"Well why are you so fine and dandy with it? That guy on Fox shit himself. Literally. I mean, did you see him? He was babbling like an idiot and then right on national tv, just went and shit himself."
"Who?"
"Glen Beck."
"Figures."

The dinosaur roared somewhere in town. Dave and I just looked in the direction of it and said nothing. I'm quite surprised he didn't run off like I thought he would. Not everyday a dinosaur pops up in town. If Jeff Goldblum suddenly appeared with a jeep that said Jurassic Park on it, I still wouldn't have felt any better. Scary shit like this? This stuff only happens in New York, like in "Cloverfield", or "Godzilla". But not this time. This time, a real live walking dino was in town and judging by the sound of his roar, very pissed off as well.

"How do you think it got here?"
"No idea."
"Think the Army can stop him?"
"Probably."
"Shit. What does it want?"
"If I were a T-Rex, I'd want to go an eat that Ben Affleck guy."
"Why?"
"I don't like Ben Affleck."
"But he was Daredevil."
"He's still a douche."
"Say's you."
"I bet the T-Rex don't like him either."
"Really think that's why he's here?"
"Beats me."
Dave looked at his shoes and then bent over to tie the laces. I looked up at the sky and wondered how such a pretty day could still exist with a prehistoric beast running loose.

We both stopped doing what we were doing when the jets flew by. There seven of them in all. All black and shining as they made a formation in the air. After a few seconds, they were out of sight.
Dave looked at me.
"Here comes the cavalry."
"Yup."
Silence.
"Fucking dinosaurs in LA."
I nodded my head in agreement. "Fucking dinosaurs in LA."

[nagarjuna]

Ben Affleck getting eaten by a dinosaur. I like the way you think.

Here goes.

What the fuck is a smile to a kwashiorkor lizard. The fucking iodine. When, in reality, lizards are quite warm. It's their way of flapping. In Jupiter, it would be interpreted not precisely in an insulting way, more like a fart from the plutonium butt-flap of a flying finger-fuck lizardo wondersnap. That's the way they say it down in Texas. Uh huh, uh huh. Nuh uh. that's why. motherfucker. his dick is bigger than his neocortex, that's what makes him a simian donchaknow donchaknow. And now I'm going to teach you a lesson. It is a required course. Off you go. did you get an A? A+? You're a nerd. I don't liuke you. I don't like your dog. I don't like your family. Go lick a tree. Go listen to Papa Roach. Your breathing is tiresome. Stop breathing. He's turning, what color is he turning? That's a pretty color. It matches your pinafore. Now all you have to do is move. You're not moving. But you look soooooooooo good. Fucking lizard.

[Zombified]

Ben Affleck getting eaten by a dinosaur. I like the way you think.





Doesn't everybody wish a dinosaur would do that?;)





good. Fucking lizard.

Uh oh. Another free write with a reptile reference? What have I started? :O

[nagarjuna]

Doesn't everybody wish a dinosaur would do that?;)

As long as Ben Affleck's death is painful, and I get to watch.

[miss_smiley]

Ok... If anyone's read "Death's Mistress", this is a spin-off idea I just thought of. Thought I'd rev it up here. :P Was wondering what the chip in Justine's shoulder was...


Justine turned, flicking her dark hair over her shoulder, her cold, hardened mind taking in the scene.
The blood splatters on the wall...the cold, still corpse on the dank, dusty pavement of the alley-way...the broken ratchett in the corner.
Justine mapped out the attack in her mind. The girls must have cornered her and attacked in a core group, mauling her and killing her within seconds.
But the panic...Sweet Redemption...I can still feel it here...
Justine leant down to inspect the body, her eyes snagging on the loose, blonde tresses that snagged at themselves in the wind.
And just like that, the memories rushed back, filling Justine with anguish, anguish so crippling that she was brought to her knees in the dark alley-way.
Trista....
Justine, broken, cradled the girl in her arms. So young...
Hot tears spilled over ontothe girl's face, glowing white against the caked blood, dissolving it in a second. The memories whilred in her head, images of a long-lost friend playing on her eyelids. There was no escape from this torture...
"Justine...?"
Justine's head snapped up abruptly, her eyes snagging on a dark figure standing in the alley-way, not three metres from her.
"Heath...you... What took you so long?" Anger welled up within her. "How long were you going to let her suffer?!"
It was as if they'd travelled back to that one, single most heart-breaking moment that Justine had ever known.
Trista had been like a sister to her, which, to an angel, was an incredible thing. Precious. Lucky-to-be-once-in-a-lifetime kind of precious.
"You have to let Trista go, Justine."
Justine glared up at Heath. "Leave me be." Her voice rng low and intense, a low, burning fire in the pit of her mouth. "I'll never forgive you. It's all your FAULT!"
Heath's face scrunched up sad confusion. "Could I have done anything more than I did?"
"Yes! If you'd had your head in the game! If you'd paid more attention to her!"
A silence.
"She was not the only one on the battlefield."


And that's pretty much all I can come with... Damn... >.<

[Maggie]

Alright then, let's make some totally awesome nonsense!

The blond twin boys stood in the doorway of the completely messed up bedroom. Clothes were strewn over the floor and a lipstick case was balancing precariously atop a pile of college text books.
"I hate it when she gets like this," said Alex, the younger twin, as he leaned against the doorframe.
"No shit. The last time she worked herself up like this I ended up in the middle of freakin' nowhere with a hobo for company," replied Daniel with a shudder.
A young woman was pacing around inside the room. She was muttering under her breath about finals week and something about the damn cat disappearing. Alex chewed his fingernails and frowned.
"Audrey, what's wrong?" he asked after a moment of deafening silence.
The girl stopped and stared at the boys as though seeing them for the first time.
"What's wrong? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S WRONG YOU IDIOTS! I HAVE FINALS NEXT WEEK, I NEED TO STUDY, MY VAN HALEN ALBUM HAS DISAPPEARED AND IF YOU TWO DON'T GET OUT OF MY ROOM HEADS WILL ROLL!!!!"
Daniel and Alex were stunned. This wasn't the first time their cousin had blown up at them, but still, that had gone to hell faster than usual.
"Well damn, Audrey, we're not in your room."
"Yeah, we're still outside see?"
The boys ducked as a curling iron soared over their heads, smashing into the wall behind them.
"You know, I think we ought to leave now, Dan."
"No shit."
The boys turned to run for it when they were grabbed by the back of their jackets and hauled into the destroyed room.
"Crap! Nice knowing you Al."
"Sorry, bro, can't say the same."

[Zombified]

I never should have eaten that fucking eggplant.
Gordy told me over and over again, "It looks rotten, dude", but I had to go ahead and eat it. Christ, why didn't I listen? Why didn't I throw that nasty looking vegetable in the trash? I don't even like eggplant, the hell was I doing wolfing it down like that?

It's only been about 40 minutes since I finished it and my stomach is making sounds that I don't think its supposed to make. Gordy ran to the store to get some medicine about ten minutes ago. I hope he buys the whole fucking pharmacy! Christ, I shouldn't have eaten that fucking eggplant!

I really don't feel good. My mouth is all dry like someone put a bunch of cotton balls in there. My stomach is pulsating too. Like a pregnant woman's baby is trying to push its way out of me. If I saw this kind of thing on YouTube I would probably laugh and say, "Poor bastard". But since it's me that's the poor bastard, it isn't so funny.

Where the hell is Gordy? I feel like that eggplant is trying to burst out of my gut. Fucking vegetable. Now I really hate eggplant! What a stupid name for a vegetable anyway. It doesn't even look like an egg, much less a plant. Looks more like something a dinosaur would shit out after eating another dinosaur. Shit, it hurts!

Something isn't right here. I just threw up. It wasn't purple or green or anything. It was black. I think I see blood in it too. I think the black little chunks are moving. The fuck? Am I hallucinating? Fucking throw up doesn't just move around like that! Right?

Oh, Jesus...it is moving! There's a lot of it too. What's going on? What was in that fucking eggplant? And where the fuck is Gordy?

[Zombified]

Nowhere else to put this....oh well.
This is for you, Amour. ;)

For the hundredth time, I closed my eyes and screamed.
The sounds didn't go away.
They didn't stop.
They stayed there, attacking me, grabbing and pinching and clawing at me. Or at least whatever was making the sounds were attacking me.

I started to cry. The things in the darkness laughed at me. I could hear ragged breathing in my ear as something grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.
I felt hot, fetid breathe in my face. It smelled like raw meat.

I screamed again, fighting to get away from the monsters in the dark. I couldn't see anything. All the lights were out. There wasn't a candle or a speck of light anywhere in the room.
It was complete and utter blackness.

The thing holding my hair let me go. I ran as fast as I could away from the sounds, hoping that I could get to somewhere safe. As I ran, I could hear whispers and scratching sounds on both sides of me. I let out another scream and tried to run harder, the things in the dark laughed again.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to curl up into a ball and just cry.
Keep running, Ashley! Don't stop!
My mind battled with itself as I ran.
From behind me, I could hear the things in the dark chasing after me. It sounded like a bunch of rats scurrying in the night, trying to find a midnight snack.
Me.
No!

I saw light in the distance. A thin little strip of light many yards ahead.
I'm not gonna make it...
The monsters in the dark laughed again, this time loudly and more deliberate. They sounded almost angry. Laughter isn't supposed to sound like that. It's supposed to be happy, an expression of joy, not malicious and angry like this did.
Whatever was after me, it wasn't happy.

My thighs started burning, my feet were screaming for me to stop.
I kept running.
The light was getting closer.
Almost there!
Just as soon as it had appeared, the light was gone. One minute it was there, the next, gone.
"No!"
I ran into something hard. I hit the ground and struggled to my feet.
The monsters in the darkness laughed again.
I stood up, I was crying again.
The monsters laughed harder and harder, I could hear my pursuers getting close.
"Please...don't do this," I pleaded. "Please..."
The sounds resonated all around me. The same sounds from before.
Laughs, whispers, shouts, scratching, a cacophony of madness and torment.
I closed my eyes and screamed.
Then I felt them grab me.

[Chocolate Hamburgers]

Typos, typos, typos. They hurt to look at. I had to mentally restrain myself from fixing them, but those are the rules, and I follow them. That was way more fun than it should have been, though the whole eating thing was kinda obviously from the really cool thing above this...

Eggplant is purple, its like a supercalifradjilistsic marry poppins eating your eyelids, but why bother? Perhaops better fried, but ducks never cared anyway. Sorry to tell, but I had to. Eating is like destroyong. The worst punishkment, to be eaten. Digested, in stomach acid and juices, along with all the purple ducks and nip-tucks...maybe I wouldnt fit, in that supermodel, if she ate me. She'd get fat, liek apregnant woman, and get fired and cry. I would laugh and laugh, and then maybe die, from stomach acid.

[Futile Crush]

Thre wr six piece of jack sparrow inside the casket upon which your mum farted then i told a joke about smileys pertaining to the defenestration of your mum about which your mum said something again I like random stuff this makes no sense why am I even doing this lolwut random oh well the chicken crossed the road to get to the other side the square root iof pi is a number edward cullen is hawt i love twilight how does this constitute as a story, especially when i dont get to master the art of spelling and grammar and creativity oh well I'll wrap this longwinded sentence up here.

*Takes deep breath*

[Im-All-For-Believing]

Okay, freewriting... Let's... Go!

Andrea began to cry as she saw the blood pouring in a fountain doen thw side of her mother's face. The car weighed down on her, heavy and cryshing; she could practiacly hear the bones snapping, and the sharp shallow breaths if her mother. She screamed.
"Help!, Help!" she cried, desperately wishing for someone to hear her, someone to hsave her.
But nobody was coming. She new that already; stranded in this empty barren land, there was noibody.

Oh God, the typos! I've never typed so fast, or so inaccurately. That was actually really fun! ^^

[Soleil]

It's waiting for me and I know that it's waiting for me but I can't stop it and the room is dark and outside falls butter like snow and it hates me and I hate it and orange and red and yellow are rainbows and fire and I hate fire and it burns and my dreams are malted milk and custard creams that betray my every thought with taunting whispers and decaying remains.

[miss_smiley]

She gagged upon the smell, as it filled her nostriles...he eyes... her mouth. Gabzy retched.
/what the hell had Mark been thinkins?!/ she thought to herself, as the next load of bile touched the back of her throst. /He ought to know that those perfums just don't mix!/

She shook her head and evactuated into the front yard, dragging her two small children along with her. "Come on, you two. Daddy's at it again."

The children followed, reluctantly, Harriet, her eldest, looking back at the warm, familiar and now-stinking house. "Mummy, what's Daddy doing again?"

"Experimenting," Gabzy replied dryly, watching the lights twingle invitibgly to her from t he distance. "With full aplomb, it would seem."
"A-what?"
"Nothing, Harriet."

A small tug on her skirt as Brodie tried experimentally tested it, seeing if it would hold all of his two-year-old weight. Gabzy looked down at him and tried a smile on.
He wrinkles his nose, eyeing the skirt again and gave up the idea.

Gabzy sighs to herself. /I should'be brought out board-games. Too late now.../

[mephet]

A small wind penetrated the air shaprly, and killed a bee while doing so. The black cat examined this closely, but did nothing to help the small golden bee, and soon the cat returned to its sleep, whatever that meant, since there was no real sleep in this silver room. A small dog crossed the cat's mind soon enough, waking it, and making its fur rise up. Slowly it calmed down, and found itself with another bee. A bee so white it almost hurt to look directly at it. Slowly, the white bee flied closer and closer. This time it wasn't the cat who examined, or who felt in danger. Slowly the bee let itself dive in the thoughts of the cat, and there the cat stood, for the next one thousand years, waiting for the bee to end looking through the countless memories, dreams and thoughts, all of which the cat had gained during its two million years of living in this small, silver room.

[Zombified]

Joe saw the shark fin but it was too late.
Sharp, barbarous teeth penetrated his leg like a steak knife through a warm biscuit, tearing through muscle and sinew as if it wasn't there at all.
Joe screamed out in fiery agony, his whole world shattering down upon him as he struggled to keep his head above water.
The shark tugged at his leg.
Joe went under the water.
His eyes burned from the salt, his leg bled like a garden hose left running overnight.
He screamed again, bubbles filling his vision.
The shark yanked him lower into the abyss.
I don't want to die like this! he thought. Not like this! Please, no!
Joe heard nothing in the water but his own frantic, muffled screams.
Until he heard the loud pop.
When the pressure on his leg was finally alleviated, Joe didn't realize that the shark had taken off with his leg.
A daytime snack on a hot summer day.

[warioandbob]

The winter time is very heavy onthe soul, it snows way to much, I mean seriuly who has time toshovel all that crappy snow, sure it's fun for sledding, but you don't have time to do that because it keeps snwoing, and it's going to become the snowpocalypse and we'll all die, and Ill be pissed because everyone will die, jk,jk anyway, winter is also very cold, it is like 3 degreesss outside, woew I can't speel at all I bet I spelled spell rong lol. Anyway, winter is also bad because you don't get summer break and that makes me really mad, i want summer break, I want to watch tv and have to Hw and live like i have forever to do nnothing, gos this is a really long minute.
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Did it for 2 minutes

[nagarjuna]

The winter time is very heavy onthe soul, it snows way to much, I mean seriuly who has time toshovel all that crappy snow, sure it's fun for sledding, but you don't have time to do that because it keeps snwoing, and it's going to become the snowpocalypse and we'll all die, and Ill be pissed because everyone will die, jk,jk anyway, winter is also very cold, it is like 3 degreesss outside, woew I can't speel at all I bet I spelled spell rong lol. Anyway, winter is also bad because you don't get summer break and that makes me really mad, i want summer break, I want to watch tv and have to Hw and live like i have forever to do nnothing, gos this is a really long minute.

Now this is genuine freewriting. You know it is when you have as many typos as words and are not making sense. I also hate winter and I'm going to use your coinage "snowpocalypse" :P

[Zombified]

Something was stirring under the bridge.
The sounds of scurrying creatures, making their way across the town could be heard by the trees and the trees alone.
The pleasant evening that was once a balmy summer night became a nightmare for the residents of Montesanto.
It started with the power going out, plunging all the town into total and utter darkness.

Marge Wilson walked out onto her front porch and smacked a mosquito from her arm.
"Fuckin' bugs. Hey, Georgie, get a flashlight, the whole town's out of power," she yelled.
From inside the shack, a muffled voice called back. "Huh?"
"Goddamnit, I says the whole town is down. The power is out!"
"The flowers are out?"
"No! The power is out."
Silence.
"Then go mess with the breaker."

Marge sighed to herself and then rubbed her temples.
Something in the darkness ahead moved.
"The hell is that?" she muttered.
It moved again, faster this time.
"Fucking animals runnin' around all over the place. It's like a damn zoo out here."

Marge walked off the porch and slipped her sandal off. Whatever the animal was, it was going to get a beating.
The thing stopped moving, just a few feet into the bushes by the porch.
"Got you now..."
Marge crept closer, her breathing slow and steady.
The thing in the bushes was still.
"Don't play possum with me. I know you're there."
Marge pulled back the bush, the sandal fell from her hand.
"Dear lord in Heaven..." she gasped.
The creature pounced.
Marge screamed.
The feeding frenzy had begun.

[bookworm]

I jjuast don't know what to write that's the probloem. there are people screaming in the other room, or laughing I don't know what it really is. Am i'm relaLLY GOING TO POST THIS OR AM i JUST GOING TO PRESS DELETYE AND PRIONCESSES AND IN VAIN i SEARCH For a subject that I cannot find anyway. Zombies. We used to play zommbies and run around with these parts of trees and pretend they were needles and put them in envelopes and inject and then thenm we would infect everyone would become zombies. running, the cold air hitting against the face, running as fast as possible. Nothing matters cold heat of a misty moring. I'm seriosly going mad but that doesn;t matter; nothing matters; everything matters. letters hit teh keyboard with stunning clarity why is it that I type so quickly. Just help me/ Inner monolouges are vile. And mine the vilest of all. I can't help looking at the screen and checking if tehre's rubbish- and there is- and there is a lot of rubbish in this world. Poverty. Dirt. Drunken ditches and stuff. I'm sentimental. Better stop.

That is really, um, unreadable. I suppose I can blame it on the keyboard, which isn't mine, so I kept mixing the letters up. I wonder how fast that was, but I cetainly let go. And I pressed Caps Lock. And and and.

[SapphireSeaBird]

I hate it when you're in awekawzrd positions and dont nkow what decisoisn to make. it's really confusing because you don't kow whether to be harsh and risk pissingh someone off or be nice and let them get away withtr iuti all the tumne. ROAR. I m such a bad decision maker espec ially witht sutuch like this and i really cant tipe when i try to type dast, t just does nt work and this pribaly is impoissible to read. I think too fast and my finfers move to slwoe.

I think the word "fail" summarises well the above.

[OrionRising]

Ohh!! Freewrites!!! I absolutely LOVE these!!! We do them in english class. Yahoo! Here I go:

My music plays next to me. so bouncy, so catchy, the words continusly playing with each other. Leaping like frogs on lilypads. How do they stay on lilypads? Lily pads are so light. Just floating. Balancying on the water, so tenderly. Waterbugs skip skip skipping across the water. Frog's outstretched tongue reaching to grasp them. Skip skip skipping. Waterbugs. Little fish swimming. A little heart beat beat beating, under the water. Beat beat beating. Swim swim swimming. Dodging the plants, skimming between water. Gills, what a funny word. Say it aloud. Gills. Gils. Gills. What a funny word. I love it. Gills gliding through the gilded water. Sunlight reflecting, red, ont hte water. Cold to the touch but warm to they heart. How much time has passed? How much time has passed? Let me wander on. Endlessly... thinking. Dreaming. Let me grow up. How much time has passed?

[bookworm]

SHe had a blue eyebrow and when she put it in the sun there it was yellow perhaps. SHe had this golden hair I think, and a sunlit and cherries cherries in the silver bowl gelaming for a differnet sunlight a higher place here is the scren of the window I have lost my names. Glass, ah glass. Here is your glass sir, red and dark and black and ripe, that's it, klets go faster until we fall into the jug like antipods, what dpo i mean, yes, this is mad, but you do it. And well. The fire is burning I am burinign therred is some ash on the grass but that means nothing. Let me go on go over. Here my green nail, it's horrible, let me finnish, stomach hole, ah, ah, ah, the flush goes into white, into surfacing existance.

That's better (or at least I think so). Probably because I'm back at my own keyboard.

[bookworm]

Sorry for the double post. I just fell in love with freewriting.

Here we are like p-eople wpho write their Js like their Is and thik it is wright to murder little chikldren and rape them. i am here like a cock tickingh to a morrow in the scnt of Moscow paint. I am this deadly simbol some trace in the sniow like the ho’s territory carefully marked and shown. This, the world lie a piece of fruniteure thrown an an auctiuon to be sold. I am rose of the deserts, I am a simple kelly of numb existent knees. I am fading in the locks of that otgher girl taken by the burtterlfly’s sting. I ams so small I am sop big that the earth doesn’t dare to bear me. this is it, says God a thumping man wiuth plastered shoes sticking out of the alleyway edge, pleading for a poem I wil not give for the life of me. A seeing stone like a cinema song of voices, cacophony of those spo dfast lean legs the calfes of our little humind summers. This England, this me frifting in the waves like a phantom thing. Take me alive takle me to swim.Here the vacum vpoices the bee like the sea, sea, sea, taken away into brow pof the sun. capslock, backspace, here I am, vein poking out of the glistening nun into poetry, ogh poetry how youy say it with that penetrating voice of a seahors,e, a tiny little place of stagnat water brown, purple, fading green into my own golden hair thrpown down through the buckets so rarely kicked but this time truly out of the field. I am, I am, I am. Let me be and I will show you the imprint on mty hand. the mournful snow sticking to my shoe utraced. Num, I walk out of the water into the ghalloping of lilies.

[Nevermore]

Hinterland held the key to everything. Marty wasn't quite sure what exactly everything WAS, but he knew it was important. And vaguely squishy. But that was entirely besides the point.

He had a world to save, and in it, many thronging, hopeful virgins to take to glorious tea parties, and other such innocent activities as that.

He pulled his mighty vorpal blade with a grin like that of the demented chershire pussy himself. Frowning at his inner insistence to refer to Lewiss Carrol on all things weapon and violence-ish, he wondered where he derived inspiration for the REST of his manerisms.

This triggered a train of tremulous thought that promptly set off a chain-like reaction that inevitably would leave to the rather ironic destruction of the world. Ironic in more ways then the obvious one; just unrealistic, and likely unfounded.

Ansem looked down towards the drabble of the world below and sighed at the strange things implied by unrealistic irony. He was, like Marty, rather unsure what they WERE, but was determined to find out.

He went mad with the realization that all that glitters is not gold. It broke him, the poor chap.

Then, a skeleton popped out.

[Nevermore]

"Continuation was cheap, but nonetheless necessary." Thought the utter scamp who undeniably must have written the above. His thoughts were like limpid tears, falling from the brazenly kookish eyes of a preeteen girl with a tendency towards rather badly represented fanfictions.

Mr. Scamp grinned at his rather witty unintended internet culture reference before passing out like a rock in starshine. It made little sense, but his now subconcieved mind didn't care about these irregularities, accepting them as a part of the giddy thing that made him brilliant.

Then, the world imploded. Again. Why wouldn't it stop doing that? The world seemed to have the rather bad habit of exploding at inoportune moments, thought marty, before cleaning his teeth with the vorpal blade.

Ansem gasped in shock. Continuity? In FREEWRITING? IMPOSSIBLE!

Shortly after, he went mad from the above realization. Of course, seeing as he had previously gone mad as well, the effect stacked for a rather madly interesting buff that aided him much in his nightly rounds of WoW. He had never PLAYED the game, of course, but felt it only prudent to mention that his underpants had prevented him from ever acheiving the glorious achievement of prosterity.

Thus, he followed the OTHER route most likely to render him childless, and became a complete and utter nerd.

Somewhere in the universe, a thousand screaming intellectuals-with-non-academic-interests, including the author, screamed in agony at the insult.

Scoundrels, all of them. No wonder they made melinda so horny.

[miss_smiley]

It's been a while. Let's see how this goes.

It wasn't like Amber didn't really know awhat she was meant to be doing. It just seemed like Amber spent a lot of time doing exactly what dshe didn't enjoy doing. This, she decided, was a problem and she was damned if she was going to stand by and do diddly-squat about it. Drats I do... didn't do that last bit right. I'm not bmen...gah. MEANT to press backspace and I did, and ah, crap... now I just lost the game. Shiteface. Oh... hello... someone's talking to me. That w...can wait. Dammit. Getting abhead of myself again. I swear I'm dyslexic sometimes... where was I... Amber...roblem... uh... Right! There we are.

Amber shut down the computer on her desk and tried her best to clear her head of the clutter that the workday had gathered and thrown haphazardly across her mind, like so much pollution. She rubbed her temples, resting her elbows...haha... that's funny. I almost said eyebrows. :P ... on the desk in front her... OF her, dammit. The day stretched for far too long, she knew. But the night? The night was tortuous, stretching itself out like a yawning cavern, ready to wallow... SWALLOW, dammit... her whole.

Interesting. I threw in the thoughts as well, because I can.

[bookworm]

Now i have a oment I can swim tthrough the glacier of mouse ocean put into one frecly dessert so much like the letter k. It crumbklexs in the inside of my mouth, I cannot look at the screen or at the sister or at the key tbat is oh so brown when I meant to say gold. IU am trying to be smart. It doesn';t work. They took our uniform and replaced it with tinned tomateos. Camps,. that what it makes me think of, and those bearded visitors with their attractiove sons caught up in the wed of army trousers- gree, like decaying rotting green- with their brown locks. I fell in kove with one onmce bujt that is a vague memory- it comes and goes likethe curling of ocean words. I forget the movement I should be makibg. The way IO should run and swish the racket when they give me the ball. Useldess entirely, I enter the batterlifeild. They are going to pay me for this- for taking care of the camp. With my shiny go,olden friend.
I need a plot. Like a river to glide among the empty abysses, empty empty empty l;ike the cupboarded jats There is an unstoppable motion, a ralunzel tug at the wig, then backspace. Then breathstroke. I am dead or already dying, intenionally. This makes all stories eeffective, buttoned up, tasting of faspberries right after victory,. when you faise your hand- pray-pray. i can smell the roses. The beasts' garden. i run. IO walk on the k, the letyter k. Why do we remember? Then I am flooded, and faint, and k, and k, and stay neasr gliding like an angelic ring of light,. saturn, enhanced.

[Julian]

This is the fight I started and I am quite hell-bent decided on finishing it myself. This fight originates from my own true self and shall be finished only by me. I have lost a lot of friends due to this and garnered new enemies. My old enemies become my friends due to a bizarre turn of events which I have not even anticipated myself

My family, my mom, dad and my brother. Who would have known that they are paid to be my loved ones? Who in the world would have known that my whole life has been televised for the sake of people I do not even know. Now here I am, with my old enemies who are my newly found friends. Slashing my old friends in the process which aern't really my friends to begin with. A hack there, a stab here, all those happy memories are now past to me. I cannot say I don't feel anything anymore when I pierce their plastic skin with my rusted blade. As sick as this sounds, there is this sheer feeling of ecstacy now that I slash them. And my newfound friends find this to be a bit too extreme but they do not really stop me. After all, they are also prisoners in this reality television. Indeed, they themselves were unaware of the fact that they are being watched and that these r"fights" as you say it are orchestrated to boost the ratings of the show. Now I slash and hack my brother, his vivd expression of fear, a great shitty actor, leaves me in a captive state of euphoria.

[Kallzor]

Omfg I freaking love this thread - I think it might be my favourite. Seriously this thread can make me laugh even when I'm feeling pretty bleh :P Here's mine - this is all I could manage before my stupid brain insisted on imposing order:

Blah blah blah blah when the whary warewolf does cometh from the shore of the night vision goggles where even a small crab can buy a lamp light for just a buck. On those dark and even nights I would start to shell a car like a lobster and fly through the sky like pie in the rye of my cornfields. Shucking corn can ruin your hands and in fact you should care for your nai;s more completely otherwise you might not win the Grammies. One time many years ago I had to get a seashell frfom a guy who diednt want to see me but I was full of nothings and nowhere and I insisted that he try on my garter.

Apparently I had the ocean on my mind? I had no idea!

Ok going to try out the 6 word story now.....

<3

[bookworm]

I',m so happy crossing the water
my boots seem to reflect the ponk darkness of all things a musical blob stuck in the blues
makes me think of pictic, that Bob Dylan Pictin, the masacra and how you should have b]=pictics in the bathroom.
Then, teadybears. Then myths, how they uncover thathumanity so well. I don't know what I think of later, perhaps olives, books, the tody clotting with tomorrow and the utter beauty of it. Pizza. Hot pizza is so good. On te thin crust. How food controls us, really. More important, hard to admit than poeyr and music and all that; more than faily and friends. I am a ccannibal. The red flesh streaks through my teath and I feel so fine so reat it's tasty to be honest, sort of sweet with the umami always p,leasant. Why was I vegeatrian for these years? This is brilliant. "Twlilight", that's the worst thing i've ever seen, and they eat bears. Bears would be tasty but I'm not sure about thefur.
SOmeone snores in the ack yard, in a mnet the letters will cross into one
story against food
premember there is now ay to choose
what is animalistic what is art

[Julian]

YOu killed me! How dare you! I will hunt you throughout the rest of your life and haunt you in your grave! Yeah! I can hunt dead assholes like you.

More people should hate you. More people should love me. I love me. If you hadn't staked me for fun, I till would have been alive. I still would have been killing fat women who didn't contribute to society other than eating!

Hell you! I hate you, yeh piece o' junk. You will rot in hell yeh. And I will be there to haunt you. Yeah, love that huh?. I WILL FREAKING HAUNT YOU FOR ETERNITY FOR KILLING ME!

I didn't kill enough fat woman you see. I was in a killing streak until you pushed that fucking stake onto my heart. I could have gotten that trophy. I could have won.

Now, I didn't get that PS3 badge... that elusive oh-so scintillating badge that reeked of awesomeness. Damn you Vampire hunter!!!!!!! In two minutes I shall be resurrected and you'll see. I won't fall into your petty trap of failure, I will bask in my own awesomeness. You fail I don't.

[Dabs]

I'd say that she was one ugly lady but I remembered my manners suddenly and let her skid by without the slightest hint that I'd ever thought of even making the remark. Man, she was one ugly little girl. I feel bad for the parents of her, unless the were ugly too, I suppose. I guess then they wouldn't really know, since ugliness is relative after all, and if they were both ugly and were attacted to each other then obviously they saw each other as something beautiful. Or perhaps that's too materialistic a stance on love? Isn't love supposed to be someting that trancends the material? Oh, I dunno, I hate the metaphysical. Silly atheist me.