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This is really rare. I'm going to write a (maybe) realistic fiction short story. If I'm able to.

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Kate lay back against the grass, forming a pillow out of her armss. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She was just thinking about how she wanted to go work on the book she was writing and was about to stand when she heard someone calling her name.

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Gaming IRL Solo Write

I'm not going to start writing.  Not until I have 10 charries.  9, sorry.  I know about 7 people signed up, but the original thread has been a barren landscape ever cince I okayed @elementgirl18917 and @Solid Drake.  If you want to join, there are two spots left, after TWO MONTHS AT LEAST of waiting.  Here's the charrie sheet:

Name:

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Solo Write!

The story is set in modern times in a middle school in the loud, bustling city of Cloryn. Five main charecters, and severel secondary charecters are starting an expensive private school in the same grade, and basically the story starts there. There might be a few plot twists and unexpected events, but thats all I've got for now. 

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Ashildr leaned against the car, trying to keep up a calm facade while staring at her cell phone. She had gotten it precisely for this purpose, really: that when the time came, she would be able to lean against something, plug in her earbuds, and text like she was some high schooler in Starbucks.

Luckily, it was only about nine o'clock, and nobody was asleep at that time. Ashildr was able to have a very realistic conversation as she waited. Hey, Ash, what's up? U shud come over tomorrow: we're having spaghetti.

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Prologue

The boy runs through the ruins, his breathing echoing on the high, broken walls. He glances over his shoulder and trips, falling to the ground. He struggles to pull himself to his feet, righting himself and running another few yards. Then it happens. There is a flash of claws and teeth, a scream. Then the boy is dead, ripped to shreads by the creature. The monster stays there for a moment, devouringthe boys flesh. Then, with a howl, it turns and runs off, disappearing into the night.

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Ilvermoiny RP

You are a normal No-Maj in Manhattan. But then, you aren't. You recieve a letter from Ilvermorny, an acceptance letter. You demand your parents tell you what's going on. They confess that they are wizards and they wanted to keep you a no-maj until you could get into Ilvermorny to protect you from scourers, wizards who turn upon their own kind. You now get to go to Ilvermorny!

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Apocalyptic Writing

Just a story I started for fun. I'm practicing third person, present tense. Thought maybe you'd like it. I'm sorry if it's not that good.

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RP... in SPACE!

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Zekia: The Land of Anthros

Prologe: Voices

"It's ready sir."

"The Crystal?"

"yes, the Crystal of Power is complete"

"But... has the doorway been found?"

"No, and I don't think we ever will. It is after all a my-

"YOU DARE QUESTION MY PLANS? The Doorway is real and soon I will find it. It is only a matter of time"

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Writing Prompt Boot Camp