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Watches from distance waiting while the wind flows through my hair. I look around and realize I'm on a high school building with booby girls. I stand up, like usual anime protagonist, and look like one of those smart asses with glasses. From Host Club of couse.... Why did I just say that. The door slams open seeing a white pony. NOT RACIST! He was covered in blood and I look down at the building and see all the booby girls dead, covered in strawberry jam? I look back at him but, hes closernow. He has a knife. And- GAH. H-he stabbed me.... Is this the end? This the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide. No escape from reality - DEAD

The wind plays with my hair, tossing it this way and that, swirling it, blocking my vision with the slender strands. I wait and watch a distance from--
It suddenly dawns upon me I don’t know where I am; I don’t know what I am doing.

My eyes search frantically and I turn my body around, sweeping the area. I’m on some building, on top of the roof, strange metal parts attached to its ground. A clique of girls stands off to the side; they move gracefully, their chests swaying obnoxiously with them.

Steadily, I stand up, recovering from my lack of information. I subconsciously adjust my glasses, which I had not noticed before until I felt their frame shift irritably on the bridge of my nose.

But a door--perhaps the entrance to this roof--flies open with a loud slam. I flinch, and snap my head to look upon the newcomer.

A man.

He surges forth with speed. The chittering girls shriek with fear, but only for a moment, for I blink, and they are falling, velvet dripping down those swaying chests. An instinctual feeling rises up in me and I sneer at their pained faces and still bodies.

But I feel nauseous at the scent and sight of blood; I cover my face with my hands, but cannot resist looking once more. My eyes gaze upwards, and the man is before me, holding the stained blade towards me. Without hesitation, he moves gradually, so much slower than he did when I first saw him. Closer, closer, he comes. Farther, farther I go from him, the quiet shuffle of my feet the only thing telling me I was moving.

“G-hhh--!” I gasped.

The nausea leaves me and is replaced with a light, dizzy feeling in my head. I’m caught in a landslide of thought as my mind reviews my surroundings, looks over what little of the past and present it could remember. It tries to hang on to the future, but its hold is so loose, reality pulling it down into a cold, thoughtless death.



A man looks upon a clean roof stained dirty with red.

“Dead.”



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I step into the new highschool I am going to. I see different kinds of people like geeks, nerds, booby girls, douche bags, slutty sluts and me. I see some people who are like me... Ponies. But they are sluts as well so, I'm leaving. My brown hair flows from the wind. Butt then, the wind takes over and I fly away into the sun- THE END

The door slides easily. It’s newly polished; it is without a smudge.

I frown as one of my new “colleagues” carelessly push it by its clear surface instead of its handle. The pressed palm of their hand squeaks for a moment across the glass, leaving a trail of smudge. It displeases me, but it’s not like it never happened back in my old middle school.

There are a diversity of people here. No one I can recognize, but, on other people, I see the looks that I imagine reflect my own emotions. They are new as well, stalky and awkward, looking side-to-side and wondering where to go, how to start.

This school has a middle school as well, so people who went straight from there to here had it easy; they traverse the hallways with confidence. Guys, girls, entire groups of cliques, students shuffling to turn around and hastily zip up backpacks, even students with their faces buried deep in novels, they all stroll through the halls with no hesitation. It’s clear to me they didn’t transfer here.

There are of course, as I’d noticed before, people who are new here. But they all come with each other; they have at least one person who attended their old school before. My old school was my own home. I think it’d be strange if my parents attended school with me.

While I walked past classrooms and bulletin boards, my head had gotten dizzy. I am confused and frustrated. The environment of a school building is unfamiliar, I am wearing shoes, and I actually look presentable, for once, in this uniform.

Of course this place would feel so alien compared to my own house, one more section popping up after another at every turn. But I thought I’d be able to deal with this better. My thoughts become clouded as I fight back angry tears.

I turn a corner and find myself in front of two doors. A sign with the glowing red letters of escape shines overhead.

I push the doors open and immediately a draft of cool air blows the fringes of my hair from my face. Outside the Sun shines brightly, and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust. I feel airy and weightless as I step into the open space.

No one would miss me on the first day. Maybe I’d even feel better after sitting out here for a bit and go back inside before class started. Perhaps the Sun would burn away all the doubts and worry and fear. I smiled, already turning back.

No weight of burdens can stop me from flying today.

---

I kept
changing between present and past tense
tried to edit it into present tense but there might be mistakes

probably a lot of grammar smh's in the second one
i tried to avoid semi-colons but i love them

put both the stories I rewrote

and eh

why can't i tab on here

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mynameisj3ff a dit :VoirMasquer

Watches from distance waiting while the wind flows through my hair. I look around and realize I'm on a high school building with booby girls. I stand up, like usual anime protagonist, and look like one of those smart asses with glasses. From Host Club of couse.... Why did I just say that. The door slams open seeing a white pony. NOT RACIST! He was covered in blood and I look down at the building and see all the booby girls dead, covered in strawberry jam? I look back at him but, hes closernow. He has a knife. And- GAH. H-he stabbed me.... Is this the end? This the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide. No escape from reality - DEAD

The wind plays with my hair, tossing it this way and that, swirling it, blocking my vision with the slender strands. I wait and watch a distance from--
It suddenly dawns upon me I don’t know where I am; I don’t know what I am doing.

My eyes search frantically and I turn my body around, sweeping the area. I’m on some building, on top of the roof, strange metal parts attached to its ground. A clique of girls stands off to the side; they move gracefully, their chests swaying obnoxiously with them.

Steadily, I stand up, recovering from my lack of information. I subconsciously adjust my glasses, which I had not noticed before until I felt their frame shift irritably on the bridge of my nose.

But a door--perhaps the entrance to this roof--flies open with a loud slam. I flinch, and snap my head to look upon the newcomer.

A man.

He surges forth with speed. The chittering girls shriek with fear, but only for a moment, for I blink, and they are falling, velvet dripping down those swaying chests. An instinctual feeling rises up in me and I sneer at their pained faces and still bodies.

But I feel nauseous at the scent and sight of blood; I cover my face with my hands, but cannot resist looking once more. My eyes gaze upwards, and the man is before me, holding the stained blade towards me. Without hesitation, he moves gradually, so much slower than he did when I first saw him. Closer, closer, he comes. Farther, farther I go from him, the quiet shuffle of my feet the only thing telling me I was moving.

“G-hhh--!” I gasped.

The nausea leaves me and is replaced with a light, dizzy feeling in my head. I’m caught in a landslide of thought as my mind reviews my surroundings, looks over what little of the past and present it could remember. It tries to hang on to the future, but its hold is so loose, reality pulling it down into a cold, thoughtless death.



A man looks upon a clean roof stained dirty with red.

“Dead.”



mynameisj3ff a dit :VoirMasquer

I step into the new highschool I am going to. I see different kinds of people like geeks, nerds, booby girls, douche bags, slutty sluts and me. I see some people who are like me... Ponies. But they are sluts as well so, I'm leaving. My brown hair flows from the wind. Butt then, the wind takes over and I fly away into the sun- THE END

The door slides easily. It’s newly polished; it is without a smudge.

I frown as one of my new “colleagues” carelessly push it by its clear surface instead of its handle. The pressed palm of their hand squeaks for a moment across the glass, leaving a trail of smudge. It displeases me, but it’s not like it never happened back in my old middle school.

There are a diversity of people here. No one I can recognize, but, on other people, I see the looks that I imagine reflect my own emotions. They are new as well, stalky and awkward, looking side-to-side and wondering where to go, how to start.

This school has a middle school as well, so people who went straight from there to here had it easy; they traverse the hallways with confidence. Guys, girls, entire groups of cliques, students shuffling to turn around and hastily zip up backpacks, even students with their faces buried deep in novels, they all stroll through the halls with no hesitation. It’s clear to me they didn’t transfer here.

There are of course, as I’d noticed before, people who are new here. But they all come with each other; they have at least one person who attended their old school before. My old school was my own home. I think it’d be strange if my parents attended school with me.

While I walked past classrooms and bulletin boards, my head had gotten dizzy. I am confused and frustrated. The environment of a school building is unfamiliar, I am wearing shoes, and I actually look presentable, for once, in this uniform.

Of course this place would feel so alien compared to my own house, one more section popping up after another at every turn. But I thought I’d be able to deal with this better. My thoughts become clouded as I fight back angry tears.

I turn a corner and find myself in front of two doors. A sign with the glowing red letters of escape shines overhead.

I push the doors open and immediately a draft of cool air blows the fringes of my hair from my face. Outside the Sun shines brightly, and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust. I feel airy and weightless as I step into the open space.

No one would miss me on the first day. Maybe I’d even feel better after sitting out here for a bit and go back inside before class started. Perhaps the Sun would burn away all the doubts and worry and fear. I smiled, already turning back.

No weight of burdens can stop me from flying today.

---

I kept
changing between present and past tense
tried to edit it into present tense but there might be mistakes

probably a lot of grammar smh's in the second one
i tried to avoid semi-colons but i love them

put both the stories I rewrote

and eh

why can't i tab on here

look at this wonderfully perfumed shit

guji u did a good perfuming job

Phoenixaph a dit :

look at this wonderfully perfumed shit

guji u did a good perfuming job

pls i fking drowned it in perfume


what is this perfume talk tho

My god
You seriously said you are going to kick me because, of my crappy story
CAN EVERYONE IGNORE THIS-
WHAT EVER IT IS I FORGOT WHAT IT WAS CALLED

mynameisj3ff a dit :

My god
You seriously said you are going to kick me because, of my crappy story
CAN EVERYONE IGNORE THIS-
WHAT EVER IT IS I FORGOT WHAT IT WAS CALLED

Yea I don't know what was I doing again

also empty threats are empty

(at least I thought they were empty)

mynameisj3ff a dit :

My god
You seriously said you are going to kick me because, of my crappy story
CAN EVERYONE IGNORE THIS-
WHAT EVER IT IS I FORGOT WHAT IT WAS CALLED

you're clearly a troll though

and you're a misogynistic dick

mynameisj3ff a dit :

My god
You seriously said you are going to kick me because, of my crappy story
CAN EVERYONE IGNORE THIS-
WHAT EVER IT IS I FORGOT WHAT IT WAS CALLED

well if he/she's a troll then kick

but if its because of her unrelated to manga and anime story, then its ok?

:T
I didn't even want to join the game
Coco forced me

mynameisj3ff a dit :

:T
I didn't even want to join the game
Coco forced me

You don't have to stay on if you don't want to

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we're sorry j3ff
if you had a bad experience

do what you wish