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Help, please.

Help, please.

Hi, everyone, I'm kind of in jam right now, and could use some help. My friend and I are writing a manga which is going quite well (she's drawing and I'm writing), but I kind of need some help in this one scene:

submitted by Sakura C., age 13, On a Raven
(July 31, 2012 - 4:57 pm)

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Character conversations 2

Character conversations 2! (if you don't know what this is, just keep reading, the rules are in there somewhere)

Sirius: Because our stupid owner (who stole my best friend's name, Tiffany W.) abandoned the old thread, and I like it even more than character lounges now!

Alexandra: Modesty, Sirius. You're odd. Another AP class perfect dude.

Draco: You know that some people have no idea what you lot are talking about, right? -reclines in couch-

submitted by Alex,Nox,Sirius,etc., age 13,old,11, Council,Paralell,etc
(July 31, 2012 - 10:37 am)

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Help! Okay,

Help! 

Okay, so I finally realized that Inconvenient Alliances was a puddle of predictable, disgusting, self-insert-filled, unimaginative slush. 

Therefore, I am planning for something that's new. And better.

One problem: the villain has no flaws. Whatsoever. He isn't impulsive, or a coward, he doesn't even have a twisted sence of priority (which annoys me in villains). I don't like making my villains like that. But how do you stop a villain from being unbeatable?

submitted by Tiffany W., age Undefined
(July 30, 2012 - 8:58 am)

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Discworld RP time!!

Discworld RP time!!

 

I know a lot of CBers have read at least part of the Discworld series, and it's just such an amazingly huge and unique universe that it would be perfect for an RP. So who's with me?

 

Here's my charrie:

Name: Kallyia Ludd

Age: 16

Occupation: Apprentice to the Thieves' Guild

Appearance: Looks vaguely Klatchian. Kind of short, thin, darkish skin, short black hair, brown eyes.

submitted by Alexandra, age XIII (13), Ankh-Morpork
(July 28, 2012 - 2:39 pm)

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If you could

If you could publish your book, what would its cover be like?

I've already drawn a cover for The Legend of the Red Cloak, and If I ever get it published I kind of want to use that or something very similar. It's a picture of a red cloak flying in the wind from the back on a horse, running through the woods.

But for the Otherworld Chronicles Trilogy, I'm not sure. The first book I want to have the jungle, or a waterfall, or Chim or Evynne, or the door on it, preferrably as many of those things as possible.

submitted by Emily L.
(July 24, 2012 - 1:24 am)

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Can I join?

Can I join? It would be my first RP.

submitted by Shadowscorned J., age 13, Windhelm,Skyrim
(July 22, 2012 - 6:36 pm)

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Throw, chuck or

Throw, chuck or lightly toss ideas at me, please!  I'm writing a book that is needing some help.

Synopsis:

submitted by Gollum, Mossflower
(July 22, 2012 - 10:20 am)

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Because, for the

Because, for the first time in ages, I have finished a story! Slightly fluffy Doctor Who oneshot, no title yet; synopsis is: "Set soon after 'The Beast Below.' Amy explores the Tardis, and the Doctor makes tea." No warnings I can think of, gen unless you're squinting. (Uh, except for the everpresent implied Doctor/TARDIS.) 

submitted by ZNZ, age 15
(July 21, 2012 - 12:17 pm)

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RR! Because I

RR! Because I don't have anything else to do!

 

Emry looked around the edge of the door, furtively, hoping against hope that she wouldn't be spotted. She ran out of the dim hall as if she had fire at her heels, casting looks at the side doors every now and then to see if there was light behind any of them. There wasn't.

"Emry!"

submitted by Everinne, age 13, The Midnight Sun
(July 20, 2012 - 6:44 pm)

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RR time!Quin

RR time!

Quinn strained against the wrench. Sweat beaded across his forehead, and the raised letters spelling "Farraday Mechanics" on the side of it bit painfully into his palm. He felt the heavy bolt give under the wrench's torture. Flakes of rust fell like snow onto the ground, forty feet below him.

Quinn sat up and removed the wrench. He repositioned himself on the great iron beast and mopped his forehead with a greasy rag, leaving tracks of oil across his face.

submitted by L
(July 20, 2012 - 2:14 pm)
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