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Post by bryan on Nov 22, 2014 17:23:25 GMT -5
"Birds running onto wet sand after tide goes out to get the food then running away when another wave crashes and the tide comes back in so they don't get in water
Metaphor for something"
I wrote that in my phone. July 30th 2013 1:29 pm.
so that's kind of when I was a child
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Post by soufflé on Nov 24, 2014 16:10:03 GMT -5
I do that all the time, just leave notes on my phone about salsa i want to write at some point
e.g.
"Cocktail
Helicopter"
and
"Sushi in windows"
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Post by soufflé on Nov 24, 2014 16:13:54 GMT -5
personal fav
"We're spoiled. The weather
It looked like a glazed donut. "
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Post by Invisible on Nov 24, 2014 16:42:28 GMT -5
When I was a kid, I tried to come up with a backstory for my teddy bear Billy. This, umm, thing was the result. By the way, the other teddies in the story don't actually exist, I just made them up. Billy Robert [SURNAME]'s Life Story Before I got Billy he stayed with Fluffy (his mum) Harry (his dad) Pinky (his sister) and Edward (his baby brother). One day Fluffy and Billy and of corse Edward were shopping at the Marlows. Fluffy went to Mothercare and Billy went to Game with some money. He got the Sims (house party) (a week later) it was getting close to Billy's open day. Fluffy, Harry, Pinky and Edward of corse Billy got into their van and drove off. The open day at Bearwotts School meant the parents watched the classes. Today in Billy's class were going to learn about being sold at the age +1 because Billy was - 8. "today class we are going to learn about being sold" said Mr. Thompson Billy's teacher. At playtime all the children ran over to their mums and dads and gave them a tour of the school. After school Billy's family went to Macdonlds for tea. Fluffy had a Mac chicken sandwich Harry just had a adult cheeseburger. Pinky had a happy meal Billy had the same and Edward had the Macdonlds baby food. When they got home "Mummy when do I get sold" asked Billy "+1" Fluffy sighed. Harry sat down with his pipe and newspaper. "+1 Billy rember what Mr Thompson said" he said "oh!" Billy said not understanding. Riveting stuff. ------------------------------------------------------------------- And here's another story about a couple who find a lost dog. Didn't finish it of course, but I seem to remember I planned for the dog to be the best man at their wedding. O.O Goldie and Sandie Goldie and Sandie were boyfriend and girlfriend. One day Goldie and Sandie anounced their wedding Sandie asked his friends who will be the bestman. They said no Goldie asked her friends but they said no too one night when Goldie and Sandie was finishing their dinner. They heard a scratching sound was coming from the front door. "I wonder who that could be" wondered Goldie "I'll go sweetheart" Sandie cried bravely. When Sandie opened the door a dog bounced in he barked and barked "Oh!" said Goldie poshly. Sandie laughed and patted him. Three days later Sandie and Goldie put up posters it said HAVE YOU LOST A DOG then a pitchure IF YOU HAVE CALL 701132 22900. Again, how very riveting.
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Post by Tryina Denouement on Jan 22, 2015 10:20:18 GMT -5
I got this while exploring my mom's Facebook. Apparently I wrote this when I was in second grade. My inspiration were those salt & pepper things you often see in restaurants. I wrote this on a piece of tissue paper, and my mom typed it and posted it to her notes. So, here's the story Salt and PepperSalt : I do not like myself, " I am too salty...!!! " Pepper : I also do not like myself. Children ran away from me... Then, came a little girl named Penny. Penny : Salt and pepper, I will add you to my dish. S & P : Do You like us? Penny : Yes, of course! "I love salt and pepper and always add you to my dish." S & P : Thank you Penny.... You make us meaningful.
I loled so hard when I read that lol
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Post by bandit on Jul 20, 2015 18:24:02 GMT -5
Some lyrics, circa 2007
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I was sitting in the corner Of muh bedroom I was waiting for muh mama She'd be coming home soon When I heard a ring from the phone I started to answer But I can't when I'm alone So I thought, "Who could be calling me?" I checked the caller ID And it was............... A man by the name of Alastor Moody I picked up the phone and he seemed kinda snooty I knew that it was wrong But it seemed deja vuyyy If you know what I mean It just kind of seemed Like I knew the name from somewhere I'd heard that name somewhere If I just knew where it was
SO I looked up he name of my Google searchbar It came up when some ads about a new car But nothing that rang muh bell I thought I could find it but oh well
I searched all my books on the bookshelf I thought that I could find it there I found a few things about good health But nothing that shed a hair I can't do this I'm clenching my fist Cuz this just so frustrating Thought I could sort this out That I couldn't even find the name in
FIVE hundred books and counting This is really getting me frowning Who IS THAT........ Man by the name of Alastor Moody I picked up the phone and he seemed kinda snooty I knew that it was wrong But it seemed deja vuyyy If you know what I mean It just kind of seemed LIke I knew the name from somewhere Id heard that name somewhere If I just knew where it was
When suddenly a bok caught muh eye I suddenly felt like I was bout to die Why didn't I... Check that book first I'm such a stupid jerk Cuz he's the man by the name of Mad-Eye Moody I picked up the phone and I realized who he was all along And that's the end of the song
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Post by penne on Jul 20, 2015 22:22:07 GMT -5
found an old notebook from school.
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here i was asked to write 15 lines of my thoughts on stuff we had apparently read and the sentence "there's nothing like a dream to create the future". i wrote in huge letters and spaced out my words as much as i could, this is what i came up with:
Mankind has reached space travel. Flying cars are in the making, and cars that turn into jetskis already exist. (lol what) Then why can't man learn how to live in peace with the creatures around him?
Still, after so many years, man hasn't learned to live in society. We see people hurting or even killing one another. And we can't help but ask ourselves: "When will the madness end?"
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this one's a fable about "solidarity and love":
The Secret of Leon, the Panther
Leon was the most powerful and feared panther of his pack. To some, he was already a legend. There were scary stories and more scary stories about his past. He walked powerfully, with confidence, and everyone kneeled in his presence.
But Leon only was really himself when he was alone. No one truly knew him. In reality, he was a frightened and sentimental panther. All that Leon wanted was to find the guts to tell everyone about his true personality.
One sunny day, he made up his mind. He gathered all the panthers of the pack and loudly proclaimed: "I am not who you think I am. Actually, I haven't done any of the brave things you think I've done. I'm a wuss and would never hurt a fly."
After a minute of silence, a laughter spread through the crowd. Saddened, Leon was on his way to hide in his cave. But he was interrupted by the sound of someone clapping. The sound multiplied rapidly.
Even though they had been fooled, the panthers forgave him, because they recognized he was brave, after all.
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this one's based around the metaphor "she's a spectacle", apparently cut&pasted from a magazine:
She's a Spectacle
Always very busy, Janine makes her usual route towards the copy room. "I have to get this done quickly, to write that report for Frank", she thinks, quickly driving that thought away, saying she wasn't going to be anyone's doormat anymore.
Anyone who knew Janine knew that she was hard-working, nearly workaholic, and also very generous. Unfortunately, some people from her company liked to take advantage of her generosity, putting all their work on Janine's back. Reports, accounts, sleepless nights, litres of coffee, lack of a social life, these and other things were what the poor thing had to put up with.
As she arrives in the copy room, she hesitates. Starts to question whether she's doing the right thing. Then she remembers that day and can't be more certain.
July the 30th. Janine was on her way to meet up with her coworkers and possibly plan something to celebrate the upcoming holidays. She was in the corridor of her company when she heard it. All of them were in the room next door. Janine thought of entering the room, but realized she was the topic of conversation: "Who, Janine? She's pathetic". "Poor thing. So desperate for attention". "Haha. She's our little slave". Everyone laughed.
While the copies are being made, a feeling of power comes over Janine and a smile begins to appear on her face when she thinks of their reactions. How surprised will they be when they receive their copies of the message:
"I'm not your slave and never have been. Kisses, Janine."
really, janine? out of all the thing you could have done, you think that'll hold the most impact?
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there are more but i can't be bothered to type them out right now.
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Post by Reba on Mar 14, 2016 22:18:04 GMT -5
not sure if this counts, but when i was little i had a tape recorder that i used to record myself on. i found this recorded over the middle of a dolly parton cassette. it's me reading out loud the transcript in TUA between Mr. Poe and his sister, probably in 2006.
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Post by B. on Mar 15, 2016 1:45:29 GMT -5
Snake Bookby Michael Sicsteen, aged 5½ A snake went to bed. Next morning it was snowing. The he went ice-skateing. Then his friend's came. Then his mam said they cold stay the night. The next morning they went home. Still my favourite thing in this thread.
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Post by Poe's Coats Host Toast on Mar 15, 2016 17:19:09 GMT -5
not sure if this counts, but when i was little i had a tape recorder that i used to record myself on. i found this recorded over the middle of a dolly parton cassette. it's me reading out loud the transcript in TUA between Mr. Poe and his sister, probably in 2006. I like how little you gave Mr. Poe a Southern accent
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Post by Cafe SalMONAlla on Mar 16, 2016 5:25:32 GMT -5
My favourite thing about it was the genres.
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Post by Esmé's meme is meh on Mar 16, 2016 10:53:56 GMT -5
Alex's mind raced furiously as the creature got closer, and he finally got an idea. With his flashlight he threw the flashlight at the creature and hit it right in the nose. Like a shark it fell unconcious and stopped blowing the horrible smoke out. The near by town cried with happiness and Alex was promoted into the detective academy. --- I should note that, upon reflection, this story borrows heavily from a certain scene in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, which I was probably reading at the time. The ending reminded me of the ending of "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" when Aslan just jumps and kills the Witch. I'll probably upload all the stuff I did when I was a baby later.
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Post by Eponine on Mar 16, 2016 19:13:32 GMT -5
I wanted to be an amazing poet in second grade:
THE DOG JUMPED OVER THE LOG, THE COW JUMPED OVER THE MOON, ALL OF THIS HAPPENED BY THE LAGOON, THE TURTLES JUMPED ON HURDLES, THE FISH LICKED THEIR DISH, EVERYTHING WAS GOING FINE, FINALLY SOMEBODY MADE A WISH. ****************************************************** IF I'M SAYING A SAYING,A SAYING THEY DON'T SAY NO MORE ABOUT SAYING A SAYING, WHAT SAYING ABOUT SAYING A SAYING WAS I JUST SAYING? ****************************************************** FILTHY FILL WAS A FILTHY FELLOW, A FILTHY FELLOW WAS HE, WHEN FILTHY FILL AND FRILLY FERN GOT IN A FIGHT IMAGINE HOW FILTHY WAS SHE! ***************************************************** TIK-TOK GOES THE CLOCK, EVERY DAY TILL TWO CLOCK. THE HOURS SLOWLY PASS BY ,UNTIL NIGHT TIME FOR A LULLABY. I WAKE UP AS HAPPY AS CAN BE LOOK OUTSIDE TO A CHERRY TREE!
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Post by Reba on Jun 17, 2016 17:25:28 GMT -5
i found a notebook dated 2005 in which i had started writing a story called "Notebook" (amazing meta title). i was most likely 6 years old. i also credited it to my nom de plume, "Jhoseph Garfinkel."
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Chapter 1
Clip! Clop! Clip! Clop!
"Get out of here you blastin', filthy, beastly,—"
"I get your'e point."
"Well then, get out of here."
"No."
"Why?"
"I need my notebook."
"Then get your'e stupid notebook and shue."
Edward ran into the family lounge where he had left his notebook for safe keeping. He looked around nervously to see if anyone was there. No. He leaped on to one of the high tables, grabbed it, and left. He hated that man. He was always bossing him around and never let him in his bar. He grumbled and started running. When he got to his house he knocked.
"Come in you, trouble making freak. What have you done this time, break the neighbors glasses?" came a voice from inside the house.
"No, he said. "I just got yelled at by the old man at the bar and shued away." He hated his aunt. He hated everyone except his friend Ellie. It felt like she gave him a present everyday, even though she had only gave him a present once in his life. It was the best present ever. Actually the best thing he owned. He looked down at it. The notebook. It had the biggest secret he had ever had in it's pages. IT'S pages. He shivered at the thought of someone steeling his notebook.
"Get down here and do the stupid dishes!"
Edward sighed.
"Coming!" he yelled.
*
When he was finished with the dishes it was walking time. He put on his coat and went back outside. When he was walking there was some loud noise that made Edward jump and drop his notebook into a pile of ash that happened to be next to him. He sighed and kneeled down to look for his notebook. It was gone.
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Chapter 2
Soon Edward had made another pile of ash behind him of what he had thrown away to look for his notebook. Edward was over their laying on the pavement, with his head in his hands, crying his eyes out. "My notebook—gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. He repeated that to himself for a very long time. Finnally when he looked up from his cupped hands, which were now filled with tears, he was in complete darkness.
"Come. Let us find your notebook that has fallen into the ash of wicked power," said a voice from the darkness that starteled Edward.
"Whos there!? Who are you?!" he asked very loudly into the dark.
"I am your godess you stupid brat, now come on."
"I don't have a godess!" Edward screamed. The voice giggled awfully. "Why—all orphans have godesse's."
"I am not an orphan! Edward screamed getting quiete mad. After what seemed like hours, Edward decided to go with his so called, godess.
"How am I sopposed to be an orphan? Edward asked his "godess." It gulped. "Your'e aunt is dead."
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Chapter 3
Edwards eyes blazed. "Shes—dead?" he thought out loud. Edwards godess gulped again.
"Yes."
"Oh, niiiiiiiiiiice. Now I don't have anyone except a friend who isn't here, and a godess who seems not to like me because shes calling me a stupid brat. How worse can it get!?" said Edward swooshing up his hands and looking down.
"Lots."
"What?"
"Lots."
"I'm confused."
"Were entering the cave of sacreds. Thats way worse than being an orphan.
"Whats so bad about the cave of sacreds? asked Edward. His goodess laughed. "I thought you knew. They try and kill you. To get past them you have to touch them three times."
"That sounds easy," said Edward with a grin. "Let me tell you it's not," said his godess. "And..... why is that?" asked Edward. "Their invisible."
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Chapter 4
Edward stopped in his tracks. "Their—invisible? Oh thats great. Now—"
"Here we are." Edward sighed. When they got inside the cave, he knew why his godess said it was worse then being an orphan. All the walls were covered in blood. But that wasn't the thing caught Edwards eye.
Them.
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Post by Poe's Coats Host Toast on Jun 17, 2016 17:48:57 GMT -5
Edwards eyes blazed. "Shes— dead?" he thought out loud. Edwards godess gulped again. "Yes." "Oh, niiiiiiiiiiice. I loled. Also, 6 years old? That's pretty impressive. I wish I still had something I've written when I was that young. I think I wrote a couple of ghost stories (likely unfinished, too).
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