forum HI YES HELLO IT IS ME
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NO I WATCH IT TOO AND FOUNTIAN GUYS WERE AN ATROCITY

@Crisis

I'm in the mood to sing but I cant sing well and nobody wants to put up with me singing and I don't know what to sing and I disappoint myself when I sing, and that puts me in a bad mood, so now I'm in a bad mood and I don't want to put up with my 5 year old brother's shit

@Crisis

Ugh I wish I had a sister my brothers snitch on me for cussing all the time, I'm waiting till they get my parents to disown me for not being 'normal'

@Crisis

I need all y'alls help. I have a short story I wrote for my creative writing class and everyone who read it agreed that it sounds more like a piece of a story than a story in and of itself, and so i'm working on trying to write a plot for it but I can't think of anything

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Idea: So for my story, I'm going to have like a water village, like a village floating ontop of the water, put like it acts like putty, the water, I want them to have really advanced technology, but I don't know how to set it in motion?

@Crisis

Okay I need opinions on my prologue. Does it catch your attention? Is it entertaining? Here it is

PROLOGUE
Mr. and Mrs. Daysburough were made out to be the model family of Clearwater, a small town on the island Do, just west of the mainland, with their daughter Sari. I, however, have a much different opinion of them, but it’s not really in my place to say so; because, of course, my job is to tell the story how it is, and not as it should be. Sadly enough, all the residents of Clearwater saw it as such, except for one.
Enter John Dewberry, town outcast and the only one to see through the Daysburough’s bejeweled facade. You see, Sari’s parents were involved with the devil, the kind found in expensive spirits and other adult beverages. Little Sari would be left to her own devices as a child, clueless, while her parents locked themselves in their study, bottles in hand, or while they hosted their richest neighbors. It was quite a sight to see, all these rich folk, so sophisticated, stumbling around, slurring their words and quite possibly forgetting their own names, and, on multiple occasions, that they were already bound to their spouses by law at these Daysburough parties.
Sari often times found herself locked in a closet, or shut outside like a dog. Even once, she had accompanied her parents and their guests on a ride down to the beach, and was pushed off the top of the carriage (which was moving 25 miles per hour) by the intoxicated adults, and left there. That was when John had found her, crying in a puddle of mud, both arms fractured, both wrists broken, left knee cap broken, face bruised and cut by the gravel.
And that is where our story begins.

HOW WAS IT??

@Crisis

Gosh do you guys ever start writing a sentence, and you say one thing but it sounds so awkward by itself so you have to add something else to that sentence but you don't have anything to add to it? It drives me crazy

@Crisis

GOOD NEWS I FINALLY FOUND SOMETHING TO ADD IT ONLY TOOK ME ABOUT 15 MINUTES TO FIGURE OUT THAT FRICKIN SENTENCE

@CWTurtleOfFreedom

IT TOOK ME THREE MONTHS TO FIGURE OUT ONE WORD IN A POEM LIKE STANZA THING THAT I HAD THE REST PLANNED OUT BUT I COULDNT FIGURE OUT THAT ONE DARNED WORD