Message from @Phantasmagorical
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That's how it should be
back to how it should be
x)
I'm writing a fanfiction with my friend about my other friend and his romantic interest is a lunch box
"Jacob approached his locker casually, unlocking the small, jangly lock keeping his treasure safe and sound. Seated in a throne of discarded arithmetic sheets and sunset-orange graphite pencils he had prior claimed to have lost was a camouflaged felt parcel with vivid orange outlines. The glorified package was his lunch box, the source of his burning passion at around eleven o’clock, when he and his fellow classmen feasted ravenously on edible delicacies served in a massive dining hall. "
yes i love writing retarded shit like that
I know right
All of the adjectives
Lol
"He gripped the container of cuisine between his twin five-fingered hands. The fabrics felt scratchy, yet soft against his mysteriously tanned skin as he freed it from its rectangular raven bondage. Jacob swiftly struck the locker’s hatch into the closed position and reconnected the padlock’s handle and base. He skipped down the loud and echoed staircase of his school to the main level, on which the cafeteria was held, with his feast-filled fiancee."
all of these adjectives
I'm dyinggg
"Jacob opened his camo-colored crush to what was available for him to break down with the bodily fluids in his stomach. His lunch box provided him with a plastic-contained composition of whole wheat bread and billowing leaves of lettuce. It also contained a bottle depicting a bee holding an unknown beverage and a small container of fruit-flavored dairy cultures. He knew his box would never betray him."
There's two cylds
Oh my
This fanfiction has drama
"All of a sudden, a passageway to a gentleman’s space of relief located outside of the mess hall opened and out walked a lad from a different collection of classrooms, who sported soft follicles in a remedy of gold and brunette tints. His name was Patrick Miller and he also had an undying affection for fabric vessels of cuisines. He was capable of locating his romantic partner from the distance between the lavatory entrance and Jacob’s lunch seating with skill, courtesy of his dark-rimmed optics. "
"'Box?!' Patrick inhaled in a surprised manner, allowing the crisp middle school oxygen to flood his lungs. 'Thou hast betrayed me! You’re finding tastes in different men! How could you perform such a vile act against me!' He felt as if he would collapse to the multicolored tile flooring in a dramatic manner and fall into a minor state of unconsciousness at the sight of Box’s sinister actions."
ghjk
I can't
Nice
@Phantasmagorical you're a good story teller
👌
She is
Ever thought about writing a children's book?
Thank you
I'll totally do that
Probably something about like.. sin and death because I love scarring children
I'll write a children's book about the Holocaust
And how it's all a government conspiracy
3 edgy 5 me
Nah nah in all seriousness I write random stories and I have no motivation to actually finish writing a book
Maybe someday
Oh shit I was looking through my Google Drive and saw a document entitled "Evaluating Online Resources" and read it as "Ejactulating Online Resources"
I wrote a story its almost done just need to find the time to finish it
Its called Trumpstars Wall and its my pride and joy
Oh my God that's amazing
*It's never Not autistic in here I swear to allah.*
^
You made it like this!!