For hours cartman stared at the picture noticing small details such as people represented by small gray blobs, in what looked like to be a town...
*** When cartman awoke the man was stanind over him brething loudly, with a brass mock bone. It has stanied blood at one end, and was rusting....
thanks guys, i took a break for awhile, but awhile ago i jotted down some ideas that i think would continue the story to its end, as well as ones...
well right now im trying to write a story of course, i feel that it has just hit a dead end im not quite sure on were to take it, just drop what...
continuation: the bold is were i started writing again:) The burglar picked the lock on the front door, carefully taking off the lock and...
while i do not think this could ever rival poe and his writings, i am going after a feel similar to his, which means CREEPY!and it has to have a...
my stories are to fast, im writing a story now that goes against my previous ways in the sense that it is slower paced and will have some back...
He would die, it was written on the label. Schwabb floated over to the other side of the jar. He pressed his face against the glass and looked at...
i havent been on here for awhile;) ive begun to write a story i got an idea for yesterday. Its about a pickle named Schwabb who watches stuff...
hey! :D i write random short stories, if you find meaning in any of them, good job! :D untill next post!
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