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So... I got this idea...

It's for a new story, I hope you like it!

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Hey guys! My name is KatPrincessForever, but you can call me Kat! I go by She/her pronouns and I'm lesbian! This'll be my profile! I don't know exactly how this thing works, but I'll figure it out! I'm happy to be here, and I can't wait to spend time with you guys! :DD

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TA-DA! A Story!

Here is a story I've been working on for a while and I hope you like it. :)

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Random nonsense writing. Or writer's block maybe cure. Or journal. Or whatever.

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The Silverlake Hotel RP

Prudence Montgomery, unheeding of her name, liked to throw caution to the wind. She ran a hotel for interesting folk, each one unique and no two the same. Prudence was only 12 years old, and yet, she was a natural at her job. Even if it meant dealing with the occasional thief or runaway pig (don't ask). At the end of the day, she liked to sit by the fire and warm her toes. She loved her life and her life loved her.

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Stylist writing contest!

My little well of creativity is running low, so I thought I'd hold this little contest to hopefully inspire my dry mind, and everybody else's of course. For this contest, the judge will set a topic either about a location or a item (not something too abstract like hope, love, or wish, please, but I think that 'dream' would be ok), and everyone else will submit a descriptive scene written with this topic in mind and of reasonable length, i.e. 100-1000 words. 

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RPTheifStory!!

This is my first thread ever! This is an interactive story thread, but if you're lucky enough to get a spot, you will be in the story! I know if someone posts a comment and it hasn't shown up, and then you do and haven't seen the comment, then we will get a lot of different versions of the same story! To get around that, you can do this:

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Solo Write~Guardians of Liritar

There is a little smoke from the fire, drifting upwards with the mystic scent of burning pine. The old man nods, looking upwards at the stars. He is a little man now, leaning forward with his arms on his knees and his bright eyes never fixed on one place, his silver hair falling into his eyes a little; but you see suddenly how he might once have been a great lord, a wild princeling from wild mountains, a man who you might have died for if you had known him then.

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--Solo write--

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This is a short story I'm working on! (I didn't know where to post this, so I guess I am posting this as a thread) I would like some feedback (and honest opinions!) if that's okay. There might be a lot of spelling mistakes...

It was early morning in the bustling city, pigeons were searching for food on the streets, finding a discarded French fry from time to time. The wind rustled the leaves of the trees at a park, the sound of cars filed the ears of all who where near. The tall skyscrapers reach for the sky, but the clouds didn't reach back.