Random bits of

Chatterbox: Inkwell

Random bits of

Random bits of poetry/prose

 Walk on Water. And here's Chainsaw, the one I can't stay away from.

Get back on track, please. 

Yeah. This is a place where you can post random bits of story, something you've been working on or something you had to cut or just something that would make a great beginning/end/scene in something. Or a bit of poetry if that's your place.

This is Living might be worth it?

So, yeah, bye. My brain is like an overflowing box and I need another one so this is it.

 

 

submitted by tysm. , not my fault, mum.
(June 11, 2020 - 2:19 pm)

Oh, yes, this is what I've wanted for so long. It just feels so wrong putting it on Random Thoughts/Things?.

submitted by Tjiu
(June 11, 2020 - 2:38 pm)

TOP

submitted by TOP, age TOP, TOP
(June 11, 2020 - 7:22 pm)

*freaks out over Glass Animals*

*glares* 

Neutron bullet OC moment!:

/I'm just the girl next door. I didn't mean for anything to happen. I'm not even sure if it was an accident, pure coincidence-or if he knew who I was even when I didn't.\ 

fxfit

Anyone's guess what that means. 

 

 

submitted by FLuCTuATe
(June 12, 2020 - 2:06 pm)

technically this isnt from any stories of mine, just an example i wrote for a spelling word way back when-


When she started to cry, he was very surprised, for he knew her as an unfeeling creature that withheld all pain, but here she was showing actual humanity.

technically it needs work...  the part i like is just 'for he knew her as an unfeeling creature that withheld all pain'. it sounds so poetic i cant belive i wrote it lol

another sentance is from the first book in my series-


And in the middle of town, in a cardboard hut, a girl who didnt know where she belonged was about to find out if those rumors were true.

its part of the prolouge. (the rumors are about an army that the girl/emily joins later in the book.)

'a girl who didnt know where she belonged' so poetic, once again. 

submitted by HeroesOfOlympus, age eternal, somewhere-everywhere
(June 12, 2020 - 3:54 pm)

Yes! I love these kinds of threads.

Kinda funny... my very first post was a thread just like this! :D 

submitted by Jwyn, age 15
(June 13, 2020 - 6:26 pm)

She had a voice like an angel and a mind like a steel trap.

submitted by The jig is up
(June 13, 2020 - 6:57 pm)

"The game was afoot, and she knew where to find it: at the bottom of her leg."

submitted by Jwyn, age 15
(June 14, 2020 - 9:21 am)

WHAAAAAAT 

you made me snort lol 

submitted by Leafy, age No, not a cat
(June 14, 2020 - 12:12 pm)

Dang I need to get back into writing

submitted by Leafy, age No, not a cat
(June 14, 2020 - 12:13 pm)

“But that's only for children!”

“I am a child, dummy.”

 

submitted by Unknown..., The Library
(June 14, 2020 - 6:02 pm)

i snorted while reading that

She pointed to the book. He leaned closer and read the sentence her finger was tracing. When he finished, Tom sat up and looked over at Mina. ‘What do you think it means? It’s too vauge for me to figure it out.’ Mina shook her head. ‘I don’t know. Why don’t we search the other book?’ and so they did. 

from a spelling assignment thing 

might turn it into a story 

submitted by HeroesOfOlympus, age eternal, somewhere-everywhere
(June 15, 2020 - 12:17 pm)

OCs named Jasmine and Tangerine?

submitted by tysm, sooo banned but wt*b*
(June 15, 2020 - 9:17 pm)

--Uhhhhh I wanted to put something here. Nobody will understand it except for me keke 

Bright and brilliant like a star in the night sky

The glow illuminates your face

It is a star, a billion of years is but a second as it fades into dust, leaving nothing but the memory of a moment

And dust on your forearm 

What is your name?

firefly

Yes, like a firefly bits and pieces of stars from your fingertips

Remaining quiet with nothing but the chill wind

of a night

and a sky full of stars 

BUT I PREFER TO BE CALLED LIIIIIIGHTENING BUG AND HERE COMES THE THUNDER

---No, that last line was not part of it just ignore it why is it there why does it exist

Sherry has some poetry, too! If this is a thread for bits and pieces, Sherry's perfect for that because she takes letters from words

Sherry's Poem:  c

c

u

z

r

---deep... 

submitted by Aqua, age Firefly!, the Person
(June 16, 2020 - 2:12 pm)

Freedom is not allowed in human civilization.

A breath of fresh air from a delightful summer breeze...

Until you are trapped, once again in the negative hum of work and the mutter sputter from your fellow humans, and you notice... from yourself.

To be weightless, to be alive, to ride on air and flow wherever the wind takes you...

Is not productive.

Get back to work. 

submitted by aqua, procrastinating
(June 17, 2020 - 11:03 am)

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submitted by Top, age Top, Top
(June 22, 2020 - 4:00 pm)