Posts by jordanlynch

"Tell me, please. I won't be mean." Hazel said to Whitney.

He went over to Rowan and said to him, "What did I do wrong?"

Kendall sat down on his bed. He thought about his future, wanting to be an artist. He has never been the best in school, and he is trying his best. Sometimes he wishes that he was someone else, since he doesn’t exactly like how he is. He acts like he is the master of YOLO in front of his friends, but sometimes they can be critical.

Kendall is usually in his room drawing, or even in the basement playing video games. The friends he just met seem nice, but they don’t know his real personality, since he is ashamed by it. His mom is the nicest woman he knows, while his father is upstairs- in heaven. Everyday Kendall prays to his dead family, hoping they will be healed. But they won’t be.

Kendall was on the computer, playing on a program where you can draw anime and such. He likes to post his drawings onto websites for art. All of his real friends who accept him are there.

Kendall’s art was very popular. His mom knows about it, and supports him. She loves him, and accepts him for being him. Her phrase for him is, “However you are, and however I am, I will always love you.” To Kendall it made no sense, and he has always been waiting to know.

If only good can come…

((Advanced, but this thread is for someone else :3 Sorry, but I would be happy to RP with you anywhere else.))

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N kept walking, but he didn't see anyone. "Whoever just screamed ow, show yourself!" No one appeared. "I said, show yourself!" I kept strolling, then I saw W. "Oh, it's...you. Ugh. So, are you going to kill me for throwing a knife at you? Because, if you even attempt-"

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((I prefer human C:))

"Hm. Let me see!" I took the ball out of her hands. I threw it in the air, but had a fail attempt to catch it. "I suck at this!" I started to tear a bit.

N came closer, holding his flint knife. "Why shouldn't I kill you? Peasant!" He complained, knowing that she isn't even a peasant. "Oh, and by the way I was kidding about the peasant thing. But why shouldn't I kill you? I want to win this!"

"Run what?" I go the tennis ball out of Rover's mouth and threw it in the air. This time it hit my hands but fell out. I started to cry.

The sun was soon to set, and the heat was very useful. Here in California, everything in the world is sacred, and the people who live there need to use the sacred items. Life would be more fun, if everything was on demand. “I want this!” “No, I want this!” “This wouldn’t hurt.” But the Earth wasn’t created to have situations like that. Usually, when kids wanted to do something that they want, they do it, and see if anything would happen if they did. Some kids liked to have fun, some kids study, and some like to be themselves.

Hazel sat down on the branch of a pine tree, the wind bristling in his brown hair. He slowly sighed, missing out all the fun he could be having. All his friends were at the ice cream shop, like always, and all the cool kids are at the basketball courts. All the losers are at home playing, “Nerds Unite!” But Hazel was different to not do one of these things, he likes to sit outside, and let the wind be his music. Nothing could be better. He thought. A bird flew off one of the higher trees and onto Hazel.

“I think I will name you, Bluestar!” Hazel said. He named the bird after his favorite character in a book. Hazel liked to read, and so does his mother. His mother is sweet, and she could accept the fact that Hazel is a bit weird. He is failing school, and all his friends don’t know enough about him to make fun of him. He just entered high school, and he is meeting lots of new people. Some of his friends are unique, some are really popular, and some are insane. If only he could be himself, that’s his biggest dream.

((This is 300 words, and all 3 paragraphs have 100 words. If you want to post here, you must write at least 300 words.))

Hazel looked up at Tara’s eyes. Actually, he looked down. He was in a tree, and she was in the bench next to it. Bluestar flew down onto the bench, which Tara was sitting on. Oh, hi. I’m Hazel. What book are you reading.” He said, turning his legs so it would face the sun. He lay his head on the main part of the tree. It was uncomfortable to his neck and head, but he was used to it. He sighed, then started to hum to the wind again. The wind was getting stronger and stronger by the minute.

((Derp, they're all guys.))
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"Where is the food?" N asked, demanding an answer. He held the knife to her head, then pulled the rope out of his back pocket and started to tie it around his waist. "Give it to me, and you don't get hurt. Or do you."

((XD I WAS ROLE PLAYING N, BUT ITS FINE XD))
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"Aah!" N shouted, trying to get the dirt out of his eyes. W had his weapon, and he had nothing to fight with. "Give it back! I said give it back!" N jumped on top of W, shoving him onto the ground, with N on him.

((Remember, at least 100 words a post. And always capitalize the first letter of the alphabet.))

"I have read that. I read all of them." Hazel said, looking back at the bird. Oh, Bluestar, why did he have to die? Hazel started to cry a bit. "I guess I am really sensitive about those books, there is so many deaths. I’m sorry if I am embarrassing you. You can walk away, I’m a little weird.” He admitted, being honest. Bluestar chirped and flew back onto Hazel. He landed on his head, and peck the tree. “Silly Bluestar! You aren’t a pecking bird of a name I don’t know!” Hazel sighed, and leaned against the pine tree.

"Ew!" He shouted.

((I'll start writing in 3rd person.))

((My friend is in a role play with 922 pages xD))

"With his tongue...?" He asked, shocked.

"Hm..." He said.