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 Anniebuscus  « Citoyen » 1396280280000
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| Link to the site *-* Share your plots made in this site, they can be even funny ^_^ A teen vampire story by me called Simon the Vampire Slayer: ---------------------------------------------- There's an admirable new girl in Cardiff and she has everybody talking. Stunningly beautiful and devastatingly stunning, all the boys want her. However, Wenna Bishop has a secret - she's a spiteful vampire. Simon Wilson is a courageous, handsome boy who enjoys star gazing. He becomes fascinated by Wenna who can stop traffic with her bare hands. He doesn't understand why she's so standoffish. His best friend, a hopeful gremlin called Robert, helps Simon begin to piece together the puzzle. Together, they discover the ultimate weapon - the red, ripped sword. When bodies start turning up all over Cardiff, Simon begins to fear the worst. The gremlin urges her to report Wenna to the police and he knows he should, so what's stopping him? He may resist Wenna's bite, but can he resist her charms? Will he be caught chatting with the vampire? ----------------------------------------------- ***NOTE FOR SENTINELS: Please lock, if already made.*** |
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| Anniebuscus « Citoyen » 1396281180000
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Daaaniiiella a dit : Ho hey, this is awesome! Another plot! --- The Ripped Knife --- The deserted, coastal town of Exeterus holds a secret. John Blacksmith has the perfect life working as a lawyer in the city and talking with his gracious girlfriend, Nadine Williams. However, when he finds a ripped knife in his cellar, he begins to realise that things are not quite as they seem in the Blacksmith family. An accident leaves John with some startling questions about his past, and he sets off to picturesque Exeterus to find some answers. At first the people of Exeterus are noble and daring. He is intrigued by the curiously incredible detective, Jenny England. However, after she introduces him to hard alcohol, John slowly finds himself drawn into a web of lust, gluttony and perhaps, even cruelty. Can John resist the charms of Jenny England and uncover the secret of the ripped knife before it's too late, or will his demise become yet another Exeterus legend? |
Akumasa  « Citoyen » 1396281600000
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| I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING - Akemi Homura, the Witch - a fantasy novel by nobody In a cave there lived a scary, magical witch named Akemi Homura. Not a funny serious, pretty cave, filled with grief seeds and a stubborn smell, nor yet an evil, good, cold cave with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a witch-cave, and that means spookiness. One day, after a troubling visit from the familiar Kaname Madoka, Akemi leaves her cave and sets out in search of three childish soul gems. A quest undertaken in the company of familiars, familiars and killer familiars. In the search for the familiar-guarded soul gems, Akemi Homura surprises even herself with her gracefulness and skill as a magical girl. During her travels, Akemi rescues a magic, an heirloom belonging to Kaname. But when Kaname refuses to try living, their friendship is over. However, Kaname is wounded at the Battle of walpurgis nacht and the two reconcile just before Akemi engages in some serious living. Akemi accepts one of the three childish soul gems and returns home to her cave a very wealthy witch. - CHILDISH SOULGEMS |
Satash  « Citoyen » 1396281720000
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Akumasa a dit : im fucking done |
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Tribu Krisztina  « Citoyen » 1396281720000
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| In a hut there lived a frozen, snowy gnome named Annabelle Jones. Not a violent curvy, sweltering hut, filled with bananas and a wide smell, nor yet a nippy, fluffy, cosy hut with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a gnome-hut, and that means happiness. One day, after a troubling visit from the ghost Suzanne Gloop, Annabelle leaves her hut and sets out in search of three scary bees. A quest undertaken in the company of pixies, aliens and spiky giants. In the search for the ghost-guarded bees, Annabelle Jones surprises even herself with her braveness and skill as a shopkeeper. During her travels, Annabelle rescues a map, an heirloom belonging to Suzanne. But when Suzanne refuses to try swimming, their friendship is over. However, Suzanne is wounded at the Battle of Three Armies and the two reconcile just before Annabelle engages in some serious swimming. Annabelle accepts one of the three scary bees and returns home to her hut a very wealthy gnome. - the gnome-hut means happiness.okay |
| Deasie « Citoyen » 1396281960000
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| David Smith looked at the slimy knife in his hands and felt sad. He walked over to the window and reflected on his wild surroundings. He had always hated deserted Hudgesville with its villainous, violet valcanoes. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Danielle Johnson. Danielle was a cute monster with beautiful legs and tall hair. David gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a hot, beautiful, soda drinker with skinny legs and blonde hair. His friends saw him as a dangerous, dark devil. Once, he had even helped a rabblesnatching baby cross the road. But not even a hot person who had once helped a rabblesnatching baby cross the road, was prepared for what Danielle had in store today. The rain hammered like killing dogs, making David violent. As David stepped outside and Danielle came closer, he could see the mouldy glint in her eye. "I am here because I want revenge," Danielle bellowed, in a proud tone. She slammed her fist against David's chest, with the force of 1534 raccoons. "I frigging hate you, David Smith." David looked back, even more violent and still fingering the slimy knife. "Danielle, I am sorry," he replied. They looked at each other with depressing feelings, like two resonant, ratty rats running at a very friendly funeral, which had pop music playing in the background and two smart uncles screaming to the beat. Suddenly, Danielle lunged forward and tried to punch David in the face. Quickly, David grabbed the slimy knife and brought it down on Danielle's skull. Danielle's beautiful legs trembled and her tall hair wobbled. She looked dark, her body raw like a tiny, tired table. Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Danielle Johnson was dead. David Smith went back inside and made himself a nice drink of soda. |
| Anniebuscus « Citoyen » 1396282440000
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| Cosy Cambridge - a short story by Buscii Will Khan looked at the ribbed torch in his hands and felt delighted. He walked over to the window and reflected on his wild surroundings. He had always loved cosy Cambridge with its loopy, light lakes. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel delighted. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Sally Doop. Sally was a sweet deity with pretty arms and beautiful legs. Will gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a stable, virtuous, cola drinker with tall arms and handsome legs. His friends saw him as a substantial, scattered saint. Once, he had even helped a roasted puppy cross the road. But not even a stable person who had once helped a roasted puppy cross the road, was prepared for what Sally had in store today. The moon shone like loving bears, making Will unstable. As Will stepped outside and Sally came closer, he could see the sharp smile on her face. "I am here because I want revenge," Sally bellowed, in a splendid tone. She slammed her fist against Will's chest, with the force of 4430 lizards. "I frigging hate you, Will Khan." Will looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the ribbed torch. "Sally, get out of my house," he replied. They looked at each other with surprised feelings, like two bulbous, boiling badgers sitting at a very sympathetic wake, which had jazz music playing in the background and two hilarious uncles chatting to the beat. Will studied Sally's pretty arms and beautiful legs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you revenge," he explained, in pitying tones. Sally looked afraid, her body raw like a gifted, gloopy gun. Will could actually hear Sally's body shatter into 9445 pieces. Then the sweet deity hurried away into the distance. Not even a drink of cola would calm Will's nerves tonight. -------------------------------------------------- DAFUQ I JUST MADE o.o |
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a dit : Well then. |
Bethdacat  « Consul » 1396301280000
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| I was bored so I made this Angelic Bethdacat the Mouse - a short story by Bethdacat Lelelelel Bethdacat the Mouse was thinking about The evil monster again. The evil was an idk killer with nice-looking arms and timid teeth. Bethdacat walked over to the window and reflected on her challenging surroundings. She had always loved difficult Transformice with its chubby, colorful cheese. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel angry. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an idk figure of The evil monster. Bethdacat gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an angelic, nice, mountain dew drinker with slender arms and small teeth. Her friends saw her as an agreeable, aggressive angel. Once, she had even helped a young Old Man cross the road. But not even an angelic person who had once helped a young Old Man cross the road, was prepared for what The evil had in store today. The fog teased like weeping mice, making Bethdacat insane. Bethdacat grabbed a Lumpy box that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers. As Bethdacat stepped outside and The evil came closer, she could see the decomposing glint in his eye. "I am here because I want revenge," The evil bellowed, in a but mean tone. He slammed his fist against Bethdacat's chest, with the force of 1753 humans. "I frigging hate you, Bethdacat the Mouse." Bethdacat looked back, even more insane and still fingering the Lumpy box. "The evil, I WILL STEAL YOUR CHEESE," she replied. They looked at each other with depressed feelings, like two curious, clumsy cats barfing at a very so cheese, which had violent music playing in the background and two bye uncles saying idk to the beat. Suddenly, The evil lunged forward and tried to punch Bethdacat in the face. Quickly, Bethdacat grabbed the Lumpy box and brought it down on The evil's skull. The evil's nice-looking arms trembled and his timid teeth wobbled. He looked sad, his body raw like a proud, perfect plank. Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later The evil monster was dead. Bethdacat the Mouse went back inside and made herself a nice drink of mountain dew. THE END |
Mousechris  « Censeur » 1396302060000
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| Bethdacat « Consul » 1396302720000
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| I mined an emerald ore and I liked it - In the style of Katy Perry by Emerald Music Records This was never the way I planned Not my intention I got so brave, diamond pickaxe in hand Lost my discretion It's not what, I'm used to Just wanna try you on I'm curious for you Caught my attention I mined an emerald ore and I liked it The taste of its shiny hands I mined an emerald ore just to try it I hope my ancestor don't mind it It felt so wrong It felt so right Don't mean anything, right? I mined an emerald ore and I liked it I liked it No, I don't even know your name It doesn't matter, You're my experimental game Just human nature, It's not what, Hard people do Not how they should behave My head gets so confused Hard to obey I mined an emerald ore and I liked it The smell of its green arms I mined an emerald ore just to try it I hope my ancestor don't mind it It felt so wrong It felt so right Don't mean anything, right? I mined an emerald ore and I liked it I liked it, Those emerald ores they are so magical Shiny hands, green arms, so kissable Hard to resist so touchable Too good to deny it Ain't no big deal, it's innocent I mined an emerald ore and I liked it The sound of its gorgeous legs I mined an emerald ore just to try it I hope my ancestor don't mind it It felt so wrong It felt so right Don't mean anything, right? I mined an emerald ore and I liked it I liked it I liked the feel of its precious hips I liked the feel of its precious hips. Lawl decided to try it again this time with a song |
| Cottonfly « Citoyen » 1396303080000
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| The Bedroom Story - a Crime novel by moose Gripping. Brilliant. Weird. Bob McFly had not known love or loss until she risked loosing her ugly weirdo Heather Barker. Her creepy life is shattered when her learns that weird mouse plan to creep Heather and she knows she has to stop them or her heart will die. At 900, the cheese robber from her bedroom is both weird and splendid. But will it be enough to protect Heather? She goes to a stealing cheese in bathroom where she acquires some creepy bra and cheeses. It finally seems that she will be able to stop the mouse that want to creep Heather. However, when Bob is taken ill with gangrenous butt, it looks as though the weird mouse will prosper. Will Bob McFly be able to save both the day and her butt?Moose delivers a brave and poignant story that explores the love between a cheese robber and her weirdo. This next one was completely made up from the website's own ideas for words. I was suprised how rude some were. o.o by No one Oh Bitch, Bitch! Oh Thierry Henry, Thierry Henry! I must confess, I still believe (still believe), That men are stupid! Give me a sign, Lick me Thierry Henry one more time! Oh Bitch, Bitch! Oh Tony Blair, Tony Blair! I'm addicted to you. Don't you know that you're wild! And I love what you do. Don't you know that you're wild! Oh Bitch, Bitch! Oh Ronald McDonald, Ronald McDonald! I think I did it again, I made you believe that people are made of jelly, Oh Ronald McDonald! To get drunk like that is just so typically me. Oh Bitch, Bitch! Bugger!.. I did it again! I snogged a chav! Oh Bitch, Bitch! Oh Johnny Depp, Johnny Depp! I think I made you believe that life is a bitch. Bugger!.. You think that life is a bitch. Oh Bitch, Bitch! I'm not that wet! You see my problem is this, I only have one leg, Wishing that I wasn't so damned ugly. Oh Bitch, Bitch! Oh Thierry Henry, Thierry Henry! Oh Tony Blair, Tony Blair! Oh Ronald McDonald, Ronald McDonald! Oh Johnny Depp, Johnny Depp! I must confess, I still believe (still believe), That men are stupid! Give me a sign, Lick me Thierry Henry one more time! This next one was also made up from the websites words XD Oh Yeah golly You know you love me, I know you care Just kill whenever, and I'll be there You are my stalker, you are my heart And we will never ever ever be apart If I was your Irishman, I'd never let you creep Keep you on my arm, you'd never be alone I can be your insides, anything you want If I was your Irishman, I'd never let you creep, I'd never let you creep Weirdo, weirdo, weirdo golly Like baby, baby, baby nooo Like weirdo, weirdo, weirdo golly I thought you'd always be mine (mine) When I met you weirdo my nipples went crash Now them mouse in my belly button won't stop stop And even though it's a struggle love is all we got So we gonna keep keep working to the mountain top There's gonna be one more nipples going crash One more nipples going crash One more nipples going crash Your moustache, my biggest weakness Shouldn't have let you know I'm always gonna do what they say (hey) If you need me I'll come bashing From a thousand miles away When you bleed I bleed (oh whoa) You smoke, I smoke Hey Na na na, na na na, na na golly Yeah stalker Na na na, na na na, na na na golly If I was your Irishman Na na na, na na na, na na na golly Na na na, na na na, na na na golly If I was your Irishman My friends say I'm a fool to think That you're the one for me I guess I'm just a creep fool for my weirdo Bugger by no one May I have your attention please? I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To detox (to detox) Everybody (everybody) Come take my ass (come take my ass) We'll walk through your bedroom together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm His arm pits are slimy, thighs sweaty, shoulders are stinky There's food on his underwear already, creep's horse He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to detox, But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down, And I am, a bitch If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news everyday I am Radio won't even play my jam 'Cause I am, a bitch If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news everyday I am I don't know it's just the way I am You better kick some ass You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to detox This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo You better kick some ass You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to detox This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo So lets go back Follow the old lady as we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through your bedroom I once used to call home sweet home Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bedroom now And when I'm gone, just detox, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my slimy arm pits Just know that I'm looking down on you bashing And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain Just kick some ass And when he's gone, just detox, don't mourn Rejoice every time you hear the sound of his sweaty thighs Just know that he's looking down on you kicking And his didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel no pain Just kick some ass in your underwear. |
Acelerate  « Citoyen » 1396304760000
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| Tony Jenkins, the Robot - a fantasy novel by Ace In a tent there lived a chilly, windy robot named Tony Jenkins. Not a curvaceous blonde, tattered tent, filled with sausages and a scary smell, nor yet a greasy, spiky, ugly tent with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a robot-tent, and that means happiness. One day, after a troubling visit from the alien Steve Segall, Tony leaves his tent and sets out in search of three stripy wigs. A quest undertaken in the company of trolls, aliens and frantic ghosts. In the search for the alien-guarded wigs, Tony Jenkins surprises even himself with his braveness and skill as a gardener. During his travels, Tony rescues a banana, an heirloom belonging to Steve. But when Steve refuses to try partying, their friendship is over. However, Steve is wounded at the Battle of Five Armies and the two reconcile just before Tony engages in some serious partying. Tony accepts one of the three stripy wigs and returns home to his tent a very wealthy robot. |
Cresch  « Citoyen » 1396309860000
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| The Wind that Blew like Killing Horses - a short story by Jaklyonoa Awertaksit Gorda Vermilla looked at the death-like knife in her hands and felt depressed. She walked over to the window and reflected on her isolated surroundings. She had always hated peaceful Alcatapa with its few, forgotten forest. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel depressed. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Pachon Amori. Pachon was a sly animal with hispanic legs and sharp hair. Gorda gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a serious, aggressive, Starbuck's coffee drinker with average legs and thin hair. Her friends saw her as a determined, decomposing devil. Once, she had even helped a wet old man cross the road. But not even a serious person who had once helped a wet old man cross the road, was prepared for what Pachon had in store today. The wind blew like killing horses, making Gorda exasperated. As Gorda stepped outside and Pachon came closer, she could see the tart glint in his eye. "I am here because I want revenge," Pachon bellowed, in a deadly tone. He slammed his fist against Gorda's chest, with the force of 4509 birds. "I frigging hate you, Gorda Vermilla." Gorda looked back, even more exasperated and still fingering the death-like knife. "Pachon, die," she replied. They looked at each other with violent feelings, like two sweaty, silky snakes destroying at a very thoughtful festival, which had jazz music playing in the background and two idealistic uncles slaughtering to the beat. Suddenly, Pachon lunged forward and tried to punch Gorda in the face. Quickly, Gorda grabbed the death-like knife and brought it down on Pachon's skull. Pachon's hispanic legs trembled and his sharp hair wobbled. He looked furious, his body raw like a grim, grotesque guns. Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Pachon Amori was dead. Gorda Vermilla went back inside and made herself a nice drink of Starbuck's coffee. THE END |
Annefromva  « Citoyen » 1396335360000
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| read this as Plok Generator hahaha |
| Thepiefan « Citoyen » 1396362960000
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| Thepiefan Mouse was thinking about Shaman Mouse again. Shaman was a demanding coward with blue feet and tiny lips. Thepiefan walked over to the window and reflected on her full surroundings. She had always loved crazy Transformice with its prickly, powerful planks. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel cranky. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a demanding figure of Shaman Mouse. Thepiefan gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a demanding, stupid, chocolate milk drinker with fluffy feet and spiky lips. Her friends saw her as an uneven, unnatural unicorn. Once, she had even revived a dying, admin. But not even a demanding person who had once revived a dying, admin, was prepared for what Shaman had in store today. The tornado teased like bouncing narwhal, making Thepiefan happy. Thepiefan grabbed a big banana that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers. As Thepiefan stepped outside and Shaman came closer, she could see the modern glint in his eye. Shaman gazed with the affection of 5839 shy uneven unicorn. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a cookie." Thepiefan looked back, even more happy and still fingering the big banana. "Shaman, make me a sammich bitch," she replied. They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two small, steamed snakes dancing at a very smart disco party, which had dubstep music playing in the background and two clumsy uncles pooping to the beat. Thepiefan regarded Shaman's blue feet and tiny lips. "I feel the same way!" revealed Thepiefan with a delighted grin. Shaman looked confused, his emotions blushing like a ratty, robust rock. Then Shaman came inside for a nice drink of chocolate milk. THE END |
Haditamagica  « Citoyen » 1396366680000
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| "Robert Smith is a tall, hot and understanding singer from England. His life is going nowhere until he meets Simon , a thin, strong man with a passion for love. Robert takes an instant disliking to Simon and the controlling and arrogant ways he learnt during his years in the country. However, when a mass murderer tries to vandalise Robert, Simon springs to the rescue. Robert begins to notices that Simon is actually rather lovable at heart. But, the pressures of Simon's job as a bassist leave him blind to Robert's affections and Robert takes up writing to try an distract himself. Finally, when brutal cleaner, Leah , threatens to come between them, Simon has to act fast. But will they ever find the magical love that they deserve?" (the name is nonsense so okay) I tried... but this obsession of mine is actually big so I can't help redoing this kind of shite. Anniebuscus a dit : wait... OKAY I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST ONE [Name] - a paranormal romance novel by brnrbrnrrbrnrrbbrnrbrbrbrn4rbn (laught at this one really) "What would you do if you knew there were rude teens with shocking habits near the ones you love? The night of the engagement party changes everything for Robert Smith, a 26-year-old singer from West Sussex. One moment, he is discussing potions with his lovable lover, Simon Gallup; the next, watching with horror as rude teens shoot each other. He knows these teens came from Surrey but he can't prove it - at least not without some killer weapons. The caring, smart man knows that his quiet life is over. He acquires some killer weapons and is reborn as the hero who will save the world from rude teens. However, Robert finds himself troubled by his quiet ideals and becomes overwhelmed with moral questions. Will his conscience allow him to do whatever is needed to stop the rude teens?" I was laughing at this for long |
| Magicdasha « Citoyen » 1396369380000
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Akumasa a dit : well i read it... and i have no words(I like it) |