Storythread

Anyone else there? Feels kinda empty in here at the moment.

I drop in from time to time. I like to give people something to read, throwaway-magazine-level stuff. I can kind of write, but I hate actually doing it.

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Found pic related on this thread which is of equal gold and lolz:

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>I can kind of write, but I hate actually doing it.
Believe me user, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You're in good company here.

I wasn't trying to guilt anyone into writing, I was just worried the thread would 404 after I went to bed.

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Eh fuck it. Have this friends:

The Nature of Punishment
>docs.google.com/document/d/1MUzJ1xXEb6U_kWutTiC4hdrcXkSgA4yNkqn1xFBBU2U/edit?usp=drivesdk

Nice one, user.

Minor correction: it's 'digestive tract', not 'digestive track'.

Noice

Thanks anons. I'm actually writing a pulp murder-punk story about some seedy lowlifes who get access to pornographically advanced weapons. Maybe I'll post it here if I like it enough.

Also, if anyone has any brief ideas I'm always looking to write more short stories, let me know and I'll see if my style meshes with your concept.

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I hope this is the future.

Not this. What the hell happened?

The second one is like a future with sex robots or maybe stepford wives?

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I think they are all trannies.

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That makes it seem far more acceptable.

That too. For a tranny, that's a move in the right direction.

LITTLE PEOPLE LIVING WITH BIG PEOPLE.

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they're not trannies.

Trust me, the actual answer is not in any way better.

Are they women who are addicted to plastic surgery?

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My guess is that they're realdolls, user.

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They're part of a weird Turkish Muslim cult.

Details please.

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"*sigh* It was looooong trip. But I'm glad I'm heading home."

You say with a sigh of relief and in a relaxed manner. You then turn on your radio for some tunes to help make the trip smooth.

> Background Music: youtube.com/watch?v=EL_pBJN_O3M

Earlier though, you had the radio turned off earlier during the day due to some hectic traffic during the early daytime. Which gave you quite a headache, so you opted to make things quite to lessen your head aches, but finally you made your way out of traffic and into the highway heading to your home town. As said highway was not packed with traffic at all but just the occassional vehicle here and there. You continue driving the still long highway to home, it is comfortably vacant. The highway to your hometown as in, only about a few cars and other vehicles pass by you on the opposite lane. Definitely some other vehicles have overtaken you since you're also driving in a not so fast manner.

Because you are enjoying the drive home at least and it is a smooth evening as it is.

"YOU ARE ABOUT TEN MILES FROM YOUR DESTINATION, WHICH IS JOANA CITY. YOU ARE NOW NINE MILES AWAY FROM JOANA CITY, NINE MILES FROM JOANA CITY." The GPS voice says out loud in its robotic and monotone voice.

Yep still a long way, but atleast again, you've made your way out that traffic hours ago. Now you've got only The Gods knows how much highway and or road till you finally reach your home town. Long stretch of road, some smooth and relaxing tunes compared to the loud and obnoxious pop songs being played earlier. And good thing too since the radio stations tended to play more soothing and still catchy tunes when its evening and or night time descends. And you take another sip from your still warm cup of coffee that you ordered for take out from a decent roadside restaurant.

Then you hear your phone ring.

>*RING RING*

Your cellphone rings via a wireless connection through your car's dashboard entertainment systems. And the display screens say it’s your dearly beloved Significant Other calling you. You answer it via wireless capabilities and you hear your significant other's voice.

"Hey babe! How ya doin? Did that social meetup go well??? I heard from Derek who came home earlier than you did. So how did that social meetup along with a few friends go? Meet new friends? Got some treats for both of us??? Learn something new?"

Your Significant other says in a somewhat excited manner, almost as if not hearing from your for such a long time. Though you've only been out of town for like a few days or at least five days max. None the less, you feel great and warm inside hearing from your significant other after being out of town.

"Hey there honey, good to hear you again! Boy do I got some tales to share with you once I get home. Unless Derek already told you."

"Oh no babe, Derek just said you guys went mudsliding the whole day during the third day of your out of town meetup trip. But I wana hear the experience from you yourself. And since we're talking now, care to tell oh great story teller?"

Your Significant Other asks with a cutesy giggle.

"I love to dear, but I can't. Still on the road and I'm still driving. And I'm still like about nine miles till I finally reach Joana City, and really I can't talk right now babe. Again, still driving, still lots of road here in Raymond Highway, and nine or so miles till I reach hometown. Plus maybe even a very observant and sharp eyes roadside cop might see me and pull me over. Texting and Driving and or Phone Calling while Driving is against the rules you know?”

You say to your Significant Other.

And your Significant Other talks back in a slightly sadder tone.

"Awww, but I miss you! Can't we chat for ten more minutes? Five?"

You assure to your Significant Other: "Hey its okay honey. I'll be home soon. And you can go on, relax, have dinner yourself and relax more and chill while I'm on my way home. You can go on and head to bed early if you're gonna feel sleepy. But assured we'll see each other very soon, and again I gotta focus on driving right now. Or else big bad accidents gonna happen."

After a few seconds silent your Significant Other replies.

"Okay, just make sure you come home safe m'kay? Miss ya baby and see you while I'm still awake hopefully. Bye and I love you~"

"I love you to my love."

And with that you end the call and continue your drive home. It’s still gonna take some hours till you reach your home town and your home. But atleast it’s on a pleasant evening with rather vacant highway with no excessive traffic with some coffee to help with your buzz to keep you awake for the rest of the trip. And some pleasant evening songs that’re lined up on the radio.

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liartownusa.tumblr.com/

I like how the alligator dude is holding a Klein bottle

"Hi, uh, do you have these in a 28x114?

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Might want to slow down on posting pictures; it's only Sunday and we're already almost half way to the image limit. We don't want to run out of bumps before people have had a chance to write their stories.

The thread only needs bumping about every two hours.

I don't know what kind of story I'd write for this, but I like it for some reason.

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Nice. Don't often see things written in the second person, but you pulled it off. Also, good use of the music.

One had to ask, "Why would Slenderman get a job?" The unfortunate truth is that being a world-famous internet myth turned topic for countless video games and Youtube videos doesn't pay very well. In fact, it doesn't pay at all. Sure, sometimes the odd believer might just donate some spare clothes or whatnot to him, but eventually the Slenderman got fed up with just chasing people around for directions and art. He wanted a house and food.

So he decided to work at a retail outlet. He was interviewed on the phone, he got hired on the spot, and before long, he was finally able to reap the benefits of being an associate. His coworkers didn't even seem to mind that he was a faceless eleven-foot tall abomination, and he even had a uniform to wear to work. So long as he folded clothes properly and got things from the stock room, he was allowed to work. His manager wasn't even troubled by the fact that he was too tall to climb into an elevator or climb the stairs in the stockroom. Mostly because he was missing an eye.

Unfortunately, his coworkers seemed to be the only people who didn't mind. Of course, part of Slenderman's job was to sell clothes to people - it's just that everyone kept on running from him the moment they saw him. It didn't matter what he did, whether he got clothes that people were looking for, or when he was giving directions, or even when he was answering questions. Each time the Slenderman showed up, customer ran away in horror. It bothered him that he was always losing customers - it was his job, after all!

Soon after, he had just given up. It depressed him that he couldn't reach out to anyone, so he resigned himself to merely doing grunt work while his coworkers all sold nice clothes and got bonuses. Then he noticed a short customer trying to reach someone who could get a pair of pants that was on a high-up rack. Slenderman was planning to ignore it, but then the customer tugged onto his sleeve, asking for help.

"Excuse me, mister," she asked. "Could you help me get some pants that are 27x32? I can't seem to find them down here, and I want to make sure!" She didn't scream at his lack of a face, nor did she flee because he was some urban legend made real. She was actually asking the Slenderman for help. As he reached to the rack and pulled down a pair of 27x32 relaxed-fit pants, he trembled in excitement.

"Thank you so much, mister!" She thanked him! Someone actually thanked the Slenderman for help! His coworkers were proud of him sticking it through for this one moment, and for felt like the hero for the day. His manager even said that he wouldn't mind if the Slenderman couldn't get that many sales if he could always extend a helping oversized hand whenever it was needed.

That single act of kindness was enough to motivate Slenderman to keep working. It reminded him about what payoff meant, and that he was lucky to be working here and not outside stalking some idiot with a flashlight. With the money he made, he was able to save up for whatever he wanted: food, new clothes, and eventually even a house. He didn't mind scaring customers anymore because now he knew that he'd find a way to make it up to the store. He was going to keep this job no matter what.

Almost snuck up on me thread but no page 10 for you(will comment on stories later tonight)

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you know, I'd never considered it before but chasing random people through poorly lit woods must be a really boring and unfulfilling profession.

Id think he does it as a hobby that is until those girls stabbed their friend in the woods saying it was for him and he ended up in court now he struggles to get a decent job and cannot go within 50 feet of any tree over 8 feet high

I will post this here and I will start writing in a few minutes. I hope its useful to someone

My one critique is that women's jeans aren't sized that way, they're just like, size 4 or size 10 or whatever.

the group moved forwards, deeper into the sand blasted cave. desert winds and predators mixing their howls to make a concerning mix of teeth aching sound. at least in the cover of the cave it was easy to differentiate from inside and out, the sand flying by giving the horrifying choir a whistling accominyment.

"thank the lord we escaped that sand storm" a voice spoke from the gloom, shadows seeming to dance from his way as the large figure of a paladin was lit up with a torch's yellow radiance.

"yeah, I would have been miffed if my new bag got sand in it" this voice belonged to the being whom had a contract with the shadows and decided to stay in them thank you very much. the bag in question a matte black with a single blue stone on the side.

"I'm still annoyed you refuse to let me observe the magic of that item" yet another voice spoke, feminine and certainly at odds with the loud and quiet voices of her compatriots.

when the light finally flared into bright life, the well defined and bright steel silver of his armour embodied with a dragon on the chest plate in a vivid blood red colour. a sharp contrast to his orkish skin, a ivory smile creasing his face as he cackles at the both of them.

"anywho skinny, lets just settle down and wait for the storm to go over, then we can continue on our journey"

again the dark shape scowls and a flash of white before his head is back in the shadows. the stout stature of his frame marking his race quite distinctly, even if only by silhouette.

"knock it off you overzealous oaf, you know how I like my comforts"

even the mage shared a laugh at the dwarves thief's expense, high elven cackling a beautiful contrast to the Orks grunts of mirth.

"well Richard, this is a wonderful time sink and all but can you sense something off?"

"stop worrying sliven, we will have time for that after sleep"

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user needs abit of cleaning up with the odd word out of place but it's good. I liked it. But I think the transition between enjoying/conquering the "afterlife" to waking up from the coma are abit short and too fast. Maybe add another paragraph or so to make it feel abit less abrupt(or maybe that is what you were going for)