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Rolling

Rolling sure why not

ROCK N ROLLIN

Rollin rollin rollin
Rollin rollin rollin
Rollin rollin rollin
RAWHIDE!

>>2238222
A blog about a blog. Fuck that, rerolling.

>>2238214

The damp air sent chills through Ulysses's spine. The red brick wall on which he layed upon left stains in his olive overcoat. Lighting a cigarrette, he watched as people passed by, unaware of the terrible deeds that would soon be commited in that half-shadowy alley. A smoke cloud filled the air and was lit by the light of a nearby light post. "It's time", he thought and threw away his cigar, quickly stepping on it.

Rollin'!

Rollin'

>>2238224

She walked through the bar-room door, turning all the heads in the room. A girl like that isn't easy to ignore, particularly when she sits down beside you and places her hand on your leg. I turned my face away and ordered another drink.

"What's the matter, hun? Still sore from our last jaunt?"

I drank my neat whiskey in silence, hoping she would take the hint and go. No such luck.

"I'm not going anywhere, hun. The Man Upstairs told me to keep you company for the night. Make sure you don't get into any trouble."

I took the bait.

"And why would he be worried about that? He doesn't trust me anymore?"

"Not at all, darlin'. It's just ... you know ... it's today."

I lowered my glass to the counter, rather more abruptly than I'd intended. I stood up and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going, hun? I didn't mean nothing, I swear"

Damn her, she always knew how to push my buttons, get me all riled up. She did it just for kicks, I'm sure of it.

"You tell the Man Upstairs. You tell him that I'm not jumping through his hoops. Not today of all days."

check these out

>>2238226

It's an interesting start.

>>2238253

reroll because GAY

>>2238217
The waves slammed into the side of the Sleeping Aphrodite again and again under the dark gray sky. The spray of the water in the air was thick, and each breath was laden with water. The long black brillo beard of the Captain was soaked, and hung long in a way that made him look wizened and his cheeks high, a bonified sage of the sea. He shouted from the deck near the stern, his voice carrying with experience to the bow. Mostly, it wasn't for direction that we listened. We knew what we had to do, which rope to fasten and how to move the sail, but each of us clung to that voice with all our might. We were airborne for a moment and hit the water again with a heavy impact, some men were lost. The shouting from the deck found a rhythm and a pace, and soon I was shouting too, and Edward Sly beside me was shouting, and the whole crew was shouting at the ocean, those deep murky waters as we danced with her and with our lives.

Ohhh 'Tis larboard and starboard, on deck you will sprawl
For this storm ain't willing to give you port's call

Come along quickly, lay aft of the route,
Or I'll help you along witta toe of me boot,

The sea's a mad lady who's waiting for a dance,
No man wants to love her and give her a chance,

Give me some whiskey, and I'll dive right in,
N' if i die, that's fine, I'll die fightin'

>>2238261

Damn, mad props for writing an actual sea chanty.

Dear Mother,

She is the love of my life; if only you could see her, as I just have, a moment before my pen touched paper. She is the very essence of beauty, as if Aphrodite herself deigned to set foot upon the Earth.

She's smiling at me, as I write; but I fear I'm too shy to look up from the paper. O Zeu, take thy sister and hide her upon Olympus, that I should not embarras myself...~~~~~~~~~~~~


Dear. My pen slipped during our conversation. Mother, she has the voice of a choir of angels, and the silky golden hair of one as well. I would write of our conversation, but I daresay that my heart is beating far too fast and my fingers are much too slippery to grasp the pen; she invited me, O Mother, to see a play! I am sorry, but I must run off to get ready. I look forward to your next letter; rest assured that I will tell you everything!
Sincerely,
~Will
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Dear Mother,

I have recieved your last letter. I assure you, I have not taken up pagan worship, though several times it has interested me. I am dearly sorry it has taken me so long to get back to you, but between my studies and my sweet cherry, I have been quite occupied.

These past few months have been lovely. Lucille--that is her name--is truly a gift from God, Mother. Brilliant, witty, and with curves to turn a man from the Lord, if you will pardon me saying. Our romance has blossomed; we have gone to many great acts together, but we end up, as always, absorbed in each other. We are deeply in love; I have yet to tell her, but I have purchased, through funds I acquired from her most generous father, a beautiful diamond ring. I plan to propose to her on the morrow.

The next letter will be a wedding invitation, God willing!

Sincerely, with love,
~Will


Shitty, I know, but it was a ten minute write up.

Bump

Herny Rollings

>>2238276
>>2238261
aphrodite mind

....................

Catty the Cat took the funnel in his paws, bewildered. "What am I to do with this?"

Rabbity the Rabbit gave him a long, hard look of clear disdain. "Obviously you stick in your ass."

Catty was unsure. The tip of the funnel was quite wide, and would surely hurt his tight, feline butthole. "But I've never stuck anything in my poo-poo shaft before" he finally retorted, his voice quivering.

"That's not my problem," Rabbity replied sternly, "you know the rules."

Indeed he did. No one messes with Rabbity and gets away with it, not in this part of Farmsville. He should have listened to Badgey. All of this could have been avoided.

.......................

---(I just wanted to write something with talking animals)---

>>2238258

"swag on'em swain" - hook, 'swag on em', murderous mixtape, philly swain

=

"Why isn't it saying anything, Hobbes? You told me the cat talked."

"There isn't a rhythmic pattern to Bucky's speech, Charlie. You just exert patience and keep an ear open."

"I kept both forward for about two hours before, straining for any sign that frog was gonna break into that Tin Pan Alley joint, hell, even move somewhat-"

"Why do the flubs come up every time we do this? You don't appreciate my successes, my magnifique finds. Hobbes-"

"-is a toy."

"You see, there we go again! Your delusions know no limits."

"Calvin, what amphibian undergoes cardiac arrest? That thing was on the verge of croaking when I walked in the room. Who's -really- detached from reality here?"

"Heart attacks are sudden and tragic catastrophes, and the way he had worked himself up beforehand was just righteous. You should've seen it - top hat, cane, mini suit and tie, the whole get-up wooed the audience."

"Of one?"

"At least his last performance was -appreciated-, his talents -respected-, at the very end. If you weren't so sullen all the time, maybe, Charlie, you'd get the same treatment."

"I think my time with Lucy's weened me off wishful thinking. And imagining frogs as elaborate dancers"

"Well, this one'll talk eventually. That advertiser was really relieved to get him off his hands, though. Said he liked tuna - get a can of that from the kitchen."

"Alright, but that's the last thing I do for you. I'm not interested in going back and breaking into the rap game with Snoop if this doesn't work. If this darned feline doesn't say something soon, I'm out."

"Let's just listen, Charlie."

"That's what the adults said, too - at least, I think that's what they were talking about."

Roll

ROLLING

>>2238356

I DONT HAVE TIME TO BE MAKING TWISTS AND SUCH, RE ROLLING

Fuck yeah let's do this.

>>2238325
Stock tickets flutter down, snow that isn't cold,
I've never met her, only seen her, till just now,
I'd asked her to dance, I've never been so bold,
Stomach moving up and down just like JONES' DOW,
With all the profits we've made off other peoples work,
We could do anything, and she won't care I'm not nice,
If she works here on the floor, she's a bit of a jerk,
Together we'll hate on poor people, and laugh at their lice.
But wait I feel something as I hold her hand gently with mine,
It's on her finger, and it's cold hard like heartbreak,
This feeling in my chest, it hurts, I should do another line,
I could try again later, better prepared for fresh starts sake,

And then I will get her, she will be mine wholly,
For a husband is nothing more than a soccer goalie.

(he just makes it harder to score)

I cant wait

Oh my gosh this might actually be fun.

>>2238361

>Stomach moving up and down just like JONES' DOW,

Rollin

>>2238276
enjoy the idea but i think the direction you take his "appreciation" of paganism will flesh out the piece more

>>2238261
nice imagery here and the chanty is swagnificent

>>2238246

good lead-in to a novel or short story or something, gets right to the point without a hassle

>>2238361

aye yo does this nigga like chunky monkeys? cause that "up and down like JONES' DOW" stanza gives me images of baron harkonen doin' a belly dance

le role

Rolly-polly

>>2238392

>A blog
Bleh.


Dear diary.
Today Marissa called me a slut for making out with Trent. Whatever. It's not as if she was still going out with him, and she told me he gave her herpes so I wasn't going to fuck him anyway. Well I did. But I'm on the pill.

>>2238371
>>2238384
thanks dudes, my first sonnet ever. i just looked up the structure on wikipedia. i don't think it reads like it should, but i'm glad you like that line :)

>>2238246
WHAT'S GOING ON THAT DAY OH GOD I NEED TO KNOW MORE THE TENSION IS UNBEARABLE

Stuffed animals weren't my thing. My girlfriend seemed to think otherwise. We spent hours in the vintage, thrifty, way-too-cool-for-squares-like-me store that specialized in all kinds of stuffed animals. Bears, lions, tigers, oh my! (yes they even had those too) I left my girlfriend to check out the cooler, more dangerous of the stuffed animals. Watch out guys, these crocodiles have TEETH made of FELT! Watch your hands! Don't get too close!
One guy caught my attention. It was a green snake that was wrapped around itself, almost like a bow. I thought that it would have been a hell of an uncomfortable position if a real snake was bent that way. Probably some fucked up tribe in South America does that as a ritual. Savages. As I turn away, I feel a flick on my hand.
"What the..." I turn back to the shelf and scrutinize the animals. No, come on man, stop wasting your time, do you really think that-
"I know what yoouuu wants..." Unmistakable. I even saw its tongue flick out and taste the air before slipping back into its felt mouth.
Do I talk back to it? Or do I just ignore it? We're locked in a strange, cross species staring contest. I don't want to lose.
"What?" I whisper, still not blinking. My eyes begin to water.
"Youuuu looseeee..." It whispers, and as if on cue, I break contact and look around me for people. There's no one. I'm slightly relieved, for some strange reason.
"What are you?" I say, trying my best to act nonchalant. The snake begins to uncoil, slipping neatly out of its bowtie shape, and starts to slither up my arm. For a flash of a second, I imagined cold hard scales rubbing against my skin. However, reality (irreality?) flooded in and my arms felt only the soft scratch of the felt body wrapping increasingly tightly around my forearm.
I laugh, maybe a little too loudly. It's okay, he tells me with a flick of his tongue. Just buy me and I'll make all of your dreams come true.
It is worth a shot. She'll never figure it out.

Goddammit how do I write horror for this picture? All I'm getting is a newly married couple dancing as the world is about to end FUCK that's romance.

I wanted noir dammit. What am I supposed to do with this?
>The confetti is a monster! Run for your bloody lives!

>>2238246
I also liked this one. I want to know what day it is.

>>2238403
here are a couple ideas:

one guy is a serial killer/the devil who has the woman's kids or family hostage somewhere and is making her dance and be normal in public

the story starts in the dance and moments later it is attacked by cthulhu

the main characters are a couple who slowly realize that everyone else at the dance is dead

rolling

>>2238399
>>2238405

It's the anniversary of something. That's all I'm giving you.

It's also clichéd as fuck

>>2238408
>the main characters are a couple who slowly realize that everyone else at the dance is dead

Well shit that's great. I'm getting too drunk for this, wish I thought of that.

Re-rolling, I'm in the mood for some writing.

Roll

Fuck it, I'll go again.

>>2238453

Honestly hate writing romance, rerolling worked well last time, let's give it another try.

>>2238424
>>2238424

Well, since I got 4 again I'm gonna continue my previous post

'
The damp air sent chills through Ulysses's spine. The red brick wall on which he layed upon left stains in his olive overcoat. Lighting a cigarrette, he watched as people passed by, unaware of the terrible deeds that would soon be commited in that half-shadowy alley. A smoke cloud filled the air and was lit by the light of a nearby light post. "It's time", he thought and threw away his cigar, quickly stepping on it.'


"Steadily threading on the path leading into the dark alley, he put his hand inside his side pocket and felt the cold handle of a semi-automatic pistol. As he approached his destination, his grip got tighter with tension and despite the algid wind that blew, drops of sweat formed in his forehead. Now, he stood in front of a red backdoor, illuminated by a lamp right above it. With his free hand, he grabbed the door knob and silently turned it, which made a quiet clicking sound. His heart skip a beat, he knew how dangerous the situation was, but there was nothing he could do. A rush of adrenaline shot inside him, amplifying his senses and made him uneasy. The man peaked inside, but the room was pitch-dark. Putting his hand inside his overcoat, he picked a flashlight and entered the building.
Darkness was all he could perceive, but he knew that any sound or flash of light would mean his death."


It sucks, I know. But english isn't even my mother-language, so I won't even bother.

>>2238457
>Ulysses's

I know this is correct but the three 's' sounds irk me for some reason.

Anyway, I like it.

>>2238456

Damn, I'm drawing a blank on this twist. Third times the charm?

>>2238467

The ship rolled violently on the waves, throwing even the most experienced sea-man to the deck. 12 days without wind, and then it seemed to all come at once. Captain Jones pulled at the ship's wheel. It pulled back, almost taking his arm out at the shoulder.

"MAN OVERBOARD"

The cry was taken up by several other crewmen. Much good it would do though, go over in this weather and you're good as dead. Jones shouted orders to his men as they milled about like drowned rats, every last one of them fully aware of the danger of the situation. They were a good crew, and had seen of many such dangers before, but there's something you learn early in this line of work. Any time can be the last.

Jones was directing the ship's carpenter to where a man lay, his leg trapped under a fallen beam, when the call came.

"SIGHTING OF THE PORT BOW"

Slowly, with a patience that seemed deliberate, the great serpent's head rose from the steel waves.

Not quite the chanty type

>>2238457
hey, not bad dude!

>>2238486

Damn, I keep using "of" instead of "off". I apologise.

>>2238486


The errr...the fish saw a food swim on the left and thought of taking it with tje mouth. It wanted the taste of something it had not eaten in a while and was close to starvation. It took the small fish with a big bite. It liked the taste. It swallowed the fish whole. After the meal the fish swam towards the sun.

The End

>>2238486
love seafaring stories, i hope more people roll it. glad you ended with a serpent. fuck yea

>>2238405

So what is it anyway?

>>2238519

Unforgivable porn?

bump

Rollaaaanddd

I'll try my hand at this. Rollan.

Yeah

We were clueless. What we knew then? Nothing absolutely nothing. It was a beautiful day. The dream would live on. I held Malena in my arms that night as the snow fell upon us and thought that this moment would last forever. This moment was the last time I ever saw her. In that moment the earth shook.

"Jack what happened to the lights?"

"Jack where are you!"

Malena reached out through the darkness her hands grasping the cold air.

She shouted as loud as she could but a loud ring enveloped all things. She only felt. She only felt her nose running as the bitter wind spit icicles at her face.

She slowly regained her hearing and began to hear the snow crunching underneath her feet. She could barely make out the sounds of sirens and screams in the distance.

"Somebody," she cried "anybody help!"

A lot more people rolling than posting. Come on guys.

>>2238519
private forums for friends, forgot to block out the browser button :(

rolling third time

>>2238213

I ACCEPT.

Rolling.

>>2238630
"You still haven't told me that secret," he whispered into her ear.
"Not just yet," she said. "Just until this song is done, please?"
So he kept dancing, reflecting on the evening as his body fell into her rhythm. Earlier, over flutes of champagne - his drained at breath, hers hardly sipped - they'd played truth or dare. Like a pair of kids. "It's the New Year," she had said, her round, impish face curling in a little pout at his questioning. "Perfect time to be a kid again. Let yourself pretend for a little while."
So they pretended. She dared him to do a cartwheel during the host's toast. He forced her to tell him her favorite pet's name. She made him tell her about the time he'd hitchhiked all the way to Tahoe to meet an internet hookup. He'd asked her to tell him her darkest secret. She dared him to wait until after the big dance.
So he waited. They swayed against one another slowly, comfortable as old lovers. Her eyes were hidden behind her curls of red hair. The song drifted to a soft end, little bits of colored paper raining down around them like a private parade celebrating their new, storybook love.
"So, the secret?" he asked.
She kissed him so lightly he hardly felt it, and then she leaned against him as if to whisper it in his ear.
He was so eager to listen that he hardly felt it when she sank her fangs into his jugular.

this is a roll!

>>2238626

I hope you motherfuckers enjoy this. Wrote it with fifty seconds to spare, have to post it in two parts:


*_*_*_*_*_*

The confetti flashed like millions of dying butterflies on the icy downdraft. On the street, the officers danced with their wives, celebrating the new year with clumsy waltzes.

Edward stood apart from them, hands folded behind his back. It was the happiest day of his life.

"So you see, the patient is unaware that anything is even happening. He's been sitting here all day. Just sitting here, grinning to himself."

Someone over the speakers. The voice was tinny and distant, and it rang in a way that felt somehow close at hand. Edward shook it off. The officers were close to finishing their dance now, twirling their wives about, bringing them in close, and finishing up just as soon as the voice started back up.

"He has been in this state for...oh, twenty-four years or so. He has significant brain activity. It's not even, properly speaking, a coma; it's more like he's gone off, daydreaming but perpetually so."

It was a funny voice, Edward thought. It didn't make any sense but then again, what did?

He spotted, across the street, a young woman dressed all up in pink. She was beautiful. Long black locks framed an olive-colored face. Eyes brown like chocolate, wet like stars shimmering on a river or a pond; he walked across the street to her, and smiled at her, and told her his name.

"My name is Edward Elliott. Nice to meet you."

"And that," said the voice over the speakers. "That, he just keeps saying that. He must introduce himself five, six times a day. It's sad. So despite all the advances we've made--including NeoGeni's work with stem cells and gene therapy--there remains a problem deeper down. This isn't just an issue of his body. It's his head that's really broken."

Edward cocked his head at the speakers, as though to say: Weird, isn't it?

>>2238665


He took her hand an asked her to dance, and it was the easiest, loveliest dance he'd ever had with a woman. She moved gracefully, and the confetti that fell on her shoulders made her look like nothing so much as a princess in a book of fairy-stories.

He twirled her and smiled and laughed with her.

"Tell me your name," he said to her.

She spoke--and he knew that she had said, Elena. But she was drowned out over the sound of the speakers, hissing and vibrating: "My name is Solomon Wren. I've told you this before, Mr. Elliott."

He sat with her awhile after the dance and he spoke to her and they talked about each other and what they had done since the war ended and Edward remembered everything that they were going to do, every little single thing and every little detail. He remembered the day they were going to propose, he remembered the day they were going to buy a home, he remembered the day they were going to have their first baby, and he remembered the day they were going to buy a little casket, because he also remembered the day the baby would die--pneumonia. And he remembered, bitterly, the day his wife would end her life.

She took it all in stride. She smiled and laughed and so did Edward and, just for that moment, he was happy.

He remembered he would be sad later, but it was much later.

"He's a lost cause," said the speakers. "Let's just let him be.


*_*_*_*_*


PKD would be proud.

Or not.

Who knows.

>>2238667
>>2238665
I like it. Especially this line: "He remembered he would be sad later, but it was much later."
> my face

...

>>2238653
There he was. I had to have him. I had seen him before and I didn't know how to attract his attention.

He was with that woman. How I envied her. She'd hold him. Kiss him. Run her fingers through his hair. Everything she did was indicating that he was her possession. I seemed like over compensation really.

So I stood in the back of the banquet away from the center of the room and drank gin by the bar. Sometimes when I drink I get stuck ruminating on one thing or another. The drink focuses me on my basest sorrows- like some queer dream where I can't move forward or wake.

And then she left. Maybe she's in the bathroom? He looks like he doesn't know where to stand or what to do. He's not going to talk to anyone? He's just waiting for her. He's so broken in that he doesn't know what he should do without her there to lead him. She thinks she's luck, but she has no idea.

>>2238678

Thank you! Not the most original idea but when you have only five minutes...

tried this last night but got cloudfare screen; took that as a sign from god that i needed to go to sleep

rolling again

brolin

rollan

>>2238667
i liked it, but don't really associate it too much with pkd

rolling

rolling

Mr. AK comin' straight outta Compton y'all better make way?

Rollin

Rolling to stop all anons from not following through. no wonder most of you have no bitches. Bitches love the follow through

>>2238835
sitting on a curb
watching everything pass
chicago, illinois
december 6th
Midnight
waiting on nothing
waiting on everything
time to stand
drunk
time to sit

>>2238844
>>2238844
Part of my comment can't be posted what is that shit?

Bump for all you morning people.

eh

>>2238609
hey scott,

how are you? i guess that's a stupid question. but i'd like to ask anyway - how are you? i think about you a lot these days. the baseball season started again and i've been watching the games now. i never used to, but i find that it reminds me of you and makes me think that you're just in the kitchen getting a beer. i think of things to tell you when you get back, especially when the batter looks like he's taking a shit. i mean, i don't really think you're in the kitchen, but it's just that i wish you were. i think about how we were never close growing up and then when i went to visit you in new york after i graduated from high school, i thought it'd be weird, but you were there, and offered me a hug for the first time in our lives. i think of all the times we got drunk together, talked shit, the time we fought at the reunion in florida. i wish you were still here man. i miss you man.

your brother,
connor

ROLLING on 20s wit da top back

Sure.

>>2239341

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The bitch was smiling at me. I could tell she wanted it... no, she craved it. I threw her to the ground and the lazy grin vanished from her face. It was replaced by a look of indignant anger. "What, cunt? You gonna cry then love?" Her pretty face contorted with rage. "How dare you, sir! I assure you, I-" "You what, cunny? Now come here..."

She scrambled backwards on all fours as I pulled a rusted blade from my pocket. I gave her a powerful slap across the face and knelt on her arms, pinning her to the ground. "No, please!" She squealed. "Someone help me!"

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hi Pizza

>>2239336
TWEEST

Seven darts flew through the crack in the door way and grazed the back of Mack's neck. His lush mat of back hair that continued unshaven from midback, up his neck, to the hair on his head had protected him yet again. He flexed his muscles and his tang top stretched to the absolute limit, stretching over his muscles like a second skin. He didn't squat much so his jeans, to which his tang top was tucked, fit like regular pants, not all tight on his thighs. He was so ready for this shit. He looked over his shoulders as the gang of ninjas gave up hiding beyond the door. Six, count em, six goony ninjas lept in with all sorts of weaponry.

The first of the gang flew toward him with a flying dragon sort of kick, but Mack was too smooth, and gingerly caught the ninja's ankle between two fingers. The attacker cried out in pain, his ankle and leg bones broken into a bunch of goddamn pieces and Mack discarded him like another forgotten tissue.

The next ninja was trying to be sly and was crouched low, but Mack saw his intentions loud and clear. It was time to go on offense, after all, Mack thought with wily goodnaturedness, it was the best defense. Stepping forward he through a hard knee to the nuts, but his knee sank in deep. There were no nuts, only a cavernous vagina. Mack's eyes widened and his mouth drew back in terror. He'd know that vagina anywhere, after all, he'd come out of it. "MOM?!"

Rolling.

>>2239355
don't know what you mean, but they are definitely not all the same person

>>2239355
Hey

>>2239355

What?

>>2239356
*threw

RAWLS

>>2239369
dear mom,

mom. i am sending this letter to you by way of slipping it under the door to johnny whom i promised to let play my xbox later today. i trust he gave it to you unopened - the seal should remain unbroken. if you can sign the enclosed receipt and return it to me to verify such, i would appreciate it. please do not misunderstand this letter, i am still extremely upset about the way you spoke to me this morning at breakfast. eating my cereal with a cupped hand is natural and efficient. in fact, i was, in part, thinking of the work i could potentially save you by forgoing all cutlery in the future. however my motives also have much deeper roots. also enclosed is a book list that i think will help you better understand my position.

i am also getting hungry. please deliver enough sandwiches to last me for at least till tomorrow morning when i feel my anger will probably have subsided enough to come out. you can leave them outside my door by 4pm.

regards,
tim

>>2239373
this is the best thing

>>2239392
thanks but best is
>>2238261

ONE MORE

Can we keep this up?

>>2239605
That's what Berlusconi said.

They're everywhere, Bert whispered, eyes twitching franticly. I can still hear the screaming.
That's how they lure you out: Pierre was the more seasoned of the two. Don't let it get to you. Don't panic, and we'll get out of here in one piece.
I can't take it-
Calm down, and trust me. Pierre looked serious. Bert knew the end might come, but took a deep breath. Follow me.
They swam between the reeds slowly, so as to make no noise. The ripples could give them away. They weren't the smallest on the water, and Pierre knew that, however experienced he was, those hunting them were true veterans.

After what seemed like hours, they'd made it to the edge of the pool. They hadn't heard gunshot in hours, the whole area was dead. A dense fog had become to surround them. If they were going to leave, now was the time to do it.

Pierre and Bert began to flap their mighty wings. It was dark and cold, and they were in need of warmer climbs. They could hear the flock in the distance, high above. Freedom awaited, they were leaving that monstrous hell hole behind.
A loud bang filled the air. Bert felt the shiver go through him, and was relieved as his senses returned. As he turned to find Pierre, he saw nothing but whirling fog, and below a shadow falling out of sight.

As the blood and feathers fell, the people below danced, delighted, to and fro.

Alright, this sounds worth a try. Let's see what I get.

>>2239640
Horror
>We walked slowly through the sunlit forest. Rays of light poked through the autumnal orange canopy, occasionally followed by a drifting descending leaf. The day was sunny but cold, with that distinctive quality to the air that is only apparent at this time of the year. There were only two of us - my boyfriend of a year or so and I – on a walk. It would be romantic, if we were not currently in an increasingly heated debate about how much RAM was the right amount for a £600 gaming PC, but that’s how it goes with nerdy faggots like ourselves.

>The forest was a bit of a tourist trap, one of those with the coloured sign-posts that mark the different paths. What I’m saying is it wasn’t exactly wilderness; it wasn’t far out from society, and it was all very maintained and artificial – although we were not in the most often traversed section of the wood. This makes what happened next all the more peculiar. Ahead of us, we could see a huddled shape in a ditch by the side of the path, obviously a man in a brown coat, crouched oddly. Out of habit, we unlinked our fingers (holding hands can attract unwanted attention) and lowered our tones as we approached the man.

>When we came within about 10 feet of him, he suddenly lurched to his feet and said in a strained voice “ROAR! Did I scare you’s?” He was obviously about 40 and a complete stranger so that was a little weird.

>“No. What the hell are you doing?” said my boyfriend. He’s macho like that.

>“Killing faggots!” said the man, who had face paint on to make him look like a vampire, though it was smudged and missing in places. Then he pulled out an axe and beheaded us.

I have no idea

rollin

>>2238213
if i was a writer wuld u love me?

>>2239666
fuck, i think that means TWO twists

>>2239675
Bottle in the garbage can
garbage can in yard
yard in the street
street in the town
town in the city
city in the state
state in the country
country in the world
world in the universe
universe in the...
i can't do planetary science

lets give it another go

>>2239677

>>2239690
feh, cba doing horror again

some days I take my shit out of the toilet
I knead it and squeeze it and roll it
I play with my poo cause it reminds me of her
The girl i followed into the restroom before

I followed her in
disregarding all sin
heard a delicate splash
so I crawled under right then
and there rose from the toilet
with a glimmering a sheen
the most beautiful shit
I had ever seen
I ate it at once
while she fled screaming

Rollin like Fred Durst... was.

>>2239666
Damn, even though I have satanic triples, I can't think of an epic twist.

I enjoyed the last two, let's do it again.

>>2238213
No inspiration but here goes.

>>2239730
Dan opened the door slowly and took a peek inside of big government facility.
He saw the anonymous employees clad in uniform walking along the corridors styled in a white sterile decorium.
His knees trembled as he heard the screams from people further up in the dungeon.
What mad men could ever conceive a horror such as this one? A rogue fascist state was the answer.
He had gotten the note earlier that week. His father, had gotten it the week before. His mother. Damn, his entire extended family, had gotten the note.
He had heard the stories. Drills. Sharp knives. Blinding lights and people getting being forced to down water in their throat.
But he manned up. Because he knew. Turning back would only mean that his family would end up paying the price anyway.
"Do you have an appointment?", the woman said while her long nails ticked against the wooden desk.
Her eyes scrutinized his every move and inclination of emotion.
"Y-yes"
"Please, make your way to the waiting room and the dentist will call up your name"
The horror had only just begun.

>>2239711
man how could the call to write a seafaring sales pitch (with sea chanty jingle) gone unanswered. when i awaken from my nap if none have taken up the banner, i shall

Rollin'''''''

okay, let's give this a go

Rolling.

>>2239899

...a letter to a family member including a talking animal?

...fuck. Okay. Hold on. Wait. Hold on.

...fuck.

>>2239892

Today, well last night I went dancing. I went with some friend to a new club that opened up. One of my friends, the one who found the club, told me it was black tie so I was in a panic. Where to I find some black tie clothes? The closest thing I own to black tie is a pair of jeans with a tie drawn on, I got them here (they are super cute, you should check out their other stuff)

Anyway I couldn't find one place to get what I wanted. So I went here(for my dress), here (for my shoes), here (for hairstyle), here (for super white teeth. It was a sectret thing my friend talked about, certain celebs are doing it but they don't advertise them anywhere on the page, they don't need to. My teeth are soooo white they could be porcelain), here (for jewelry), here (for handbag), here (for horse drawn carages. We thought it would be cool turning up in a carage. Unfortunately it wasn't going to work they were all booked out. But they had standard limos too. Yay), here (to learn ballroom dancing. It is great and I think it will definatly be making a big impression soon. Ballroom dancing is definatly coming back), here (for confessionals. Decided it was best to go with a clean conscious and go to confess before leaving. That way I had to have fun, or else go back to confessional to say that I am a liar), here (for a compact. I was not going to a ball without a ladies compact. They have lots of cute ones with really artistic designs)

Cont...

>>2239932
Cont...
My fingers were so overworked from trailing the Internet in search of the perfect costume that I could barely get undressed that night. I got a message from my friend (check out the blog she knows everything that is happening) saying she was ready and tomorrow it was going to be fun. I said I knew it was I had just finished finding all my clothes and accessories. She lolled at me and asked if I had a tiara, no one is going without a tiara this year. I said yes (lie, sorry xxxPrimcessPiddlexxx oxoxoxoxo) and quickly opened up a new page. While I asked her about her outfit I found a tiara here (if you ever get a price charming, you know he will be authentic if he buys you anything from here)

>>2239899
>>2239905

Meh.

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Dear Thomas,

This is on a bar-napkin. I know. I shouldn't be drinking. You're right. Sorry.

I met a new friend. You would like her; she smells like cinnamon. We went to Times Square for the ball drop. I missed you there. Remember that time I took you and you threw up all over my arm? lol

(continued on next napkin fold ----->)

I paid your vet bill today. I guess that's why I'm thinking of you. You know they charged me $200 to put you down. You were a fucking fatass.

I'm drunk. Tell Mom and Jimmy I said hi. And be a good boy.

PS -- She has a cat. I know. Sorry.

Rolling for anything but blog.

Time, like an ever-ROLLING stream, Bears all its sons away

rollie

Sure, I'm game.

>>2240496

Fuck twists. Reroll.

>>2240477
>7. A seafaring story that may or may not include sea chanties
>4. Noir / Hardboiled

(oh shit)

The night we went to sea there was dancing. Women in frocks and men in suits, turned circles on the dock, calling the spirits to whip up waves. Our boat rocked, gripped by each passing lips, we were sprayed with white wash; our faces coated with a salty mask.

"come on lads" yelled the first mate "this be out time to sing for our journey! Listen, the band know our perilous journy! The icy death that awaits most of us!" he pointed to the shore and we heard the melody grip our throats.

the sea be a harsh mistress
for those in her grips
but yonder hozizon calls
the bravest of the ships

a crew ground of salt
manned to pull oars and sails
these bravest of us all
no boubt will prevail

sail on! for this day
the mistress shall be tamed....

The boat was rocked by a thunderous wave, shaking all but the few truley hardened sailors to the deck. My coat drenched, my boots full of water, I couldn't complain I knew what I had gotten myself into.

>>2240500

ah, fuck it, I lose. too much distraction here to write.

>>2240491

Hi-ho there, young man! You look like a lad of good taste, a man who knows what he wants and does what he has to to get it. Now I have right here in my bag of tricks a very ancient yet simple gift. Whoah, don't go walking away on me now, hear me out! Now I can see you have one of those proms coming up. Oho, was that a little faith in your old friend I sensed? Well how about this, I see you staying home playing Hand Solo to that Emily Jones girl on prom night, how do you like that? Well, that is of course unless you accept one of these little tokens I have in my possession. You are wondering how I know that, huh? Well lets say I've been around for a while and I've seen this played out before. Now don't worry about that boyfriend of hers, with a little help from me she will forget about him. Oh now you want to see it, how the tables have turned! Well, a certain higher up in my corporate ladder has required that I give fair warning based on my previous work. So *ahem* Cleopatra and Marc Antony, heard of them? No, oh. Paris and Helen? Strike two. Well how about Romeo and Juliet? Uh-huh, yeah it is a love story of sorts; bless the American education system. SO anyway, now that we are all clear on the whos and whats, I can show you the merchandise...behold, my rose. Give this to your heart's desire and we will all get what want *at least at some point*. We have a deal, my historically challenged friend? Great! Oh tsk tsk, I should have warned you my roses have a penchant for drawing a bit of blood. Well enjoy the ride kid, I am sure I will be seeing you real soon.

>>2240535
>>2239937
nice ones

I will give it a shot.

>>2240956
Might have some syntax and mechanics issues, but it's too late to be overly serious about things.

http://pastebin.com/3ZrD4DYS

RODANDO!

>>2241003
you did that in 5-10 minutes?

This will be my first time writing in a long time, so I fully expect to be skewered, with a healthy dose of constructive criticism if you don't mind.

>>2241282
Today, as with most days, has turned out to be wholly unremarkable. I started off the morning underneath the covers, attempting to ward off the sounds of the beginning day. I was acutely aware of my face rubbing against my two week old bed sheets. After ample consideration of what that might do to my skin, being the vain man I am, I stood straight up out of bed and routinely walked into the bathroom. No one had bothered to turn on the heat yet, so my male extremity had reduced significantly in prominence which made finding a grip more difficult. I shook myself clean and rolled up my pajama bottoms that had doubled as my underwear at work for the past few days.

I pulled a dozen eggs out from the fridge, eyeing them with the same

boo. Yes that's all I could in (over) five minutes.

>>2241302
is that really blog format? just seemed like first person novel. no hate though, it was fine

also, what kind of teenager, college kid, or bachelor gives a fuck about 2 week old sheets? fuck i'm married and i don't even know (or care) how often my wife changes the sheets.

>>2241310
Beats me, I've never done a blog, or read one with any manner of frequency to be familiar with blog format.

I sleep shirtless so my sheets have a tendency to be greasy, and my socks track dirt onto my bed sometimes. I've read it's bad for your skin is all.

>>2241323
oh. well i don't get into bed unless i've showered. so guess i'm particular in a different way.

>>2241325
>poem

There was once was a long flash fiction thread,
I bumped it two times so twasn't dead,
But it was pretty stale,
It's about time to bail,
I think I'll call itta day and retire to bed

Oh I guess I'm bad at reading directions. It took me about 30 minutes to write. Am I disqualified?

They see me rollin'~

>>2241691
You will be hunted down like a dog.

Oh, let's give it a whirl...

>>2242298

Talking animals? Motherfucker... here goes...

"Oh Emmy, come here sweetie," Marie said as she stuck out her right hand and rubbed her fingers together in what she and the rest of her family called the 'international sign of scruffage.' Emmy was her newest cat, a littermate to her eight year old Nona whom she'd owned since she was a kitten. Emmy was neglected for most of her life before Marie had finally convinced Emmy's owner to let Marie take the poor cat in. And even now, after a good five months with Marie, Emmy was still pathetically skinny.

Emmy walked with long strides and stayed low to the ground as she ran over to Marie. "Aww, sweetie," Marie said adoringly as she started petting Emmy. Still very afraid of everything, including her own shadow, it was a feat for Emmy to come out of the darkness from under Marie's bed. And whenever she did come out, Marie made sure to love on her more than normal for her other cats and her dog, because Emmy had been neglected for eight years and needed some lovin' to make up for her lost time.

Emmy looked up at Marie with her goldish-orange eyes, and Marie thought she was about to meow at her (Emmy would often 'tell' Marie that she was not done being petted, thankyouverymuch). What came next was the reason Marie woke up on the floor several hours later with a slight scratch on her forehead from bumping against a coffee table on her way down.

"You'd never abandon me, right Mom?" Emmy asked in a sad, high pitched voice reminiscent of a young child.

At first, Marie started to cry. "Of course I wouldn't sweetie," she said through the tears welling in her eyes. Then it hit her that her cat, HER CAT, had spoken to her. Marie's eyes widened when she realized what had just happened, and next thing she knew she was waking up on the floor with her dog, Taki, licking her left hand.

-

I don't know what the fuck I just wrote. Sorry.

>>2242315

Our Wedding Song

fragments, darling
of the cabaret
we set our lives to

clowns watching clowns
who can claim to waltz
with a partner of their choosing
and whose painted faces
set with age

a chance encounter with the radio
transmits itself
across our lives
between our hands and through our mouths.
Prophet of profits and sentimentality.

For you, however, the confetti can fall
in deliberate and beautiful patterns.
For you, I will smile
and wonder at your insight.

Twirling in the dust, the fabulous smells of smoke and chestnuts and I swirled the beau around. Cold as it was, her warm soft embrace was promised, and the sense of its imminence put me in the soft bed reserved for later that evening. What fun! Frenetic in the snow, carving some kind of line, our footprints made almost as quickly as the were covered again. I was captured by her eyes. Impossible to say how long it was.

All I could see around us were shadows. Gradually, dawning, I could not tell the stars from the dancing flecks, the sounds of laughter that surrounded us were snarls. And as I gazed across her shoulder, I saw my own self mouthing something unheard. She grabbed me and kissed me.

Awaking, cold, I took warmth from my lover. But now she was as alien to me as I in the magical dream. What I saw as myself, I knew the message. I cannot go back.