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Suggestions for what color theme I should do for shrek’s next fit check!

Sat, 08 Mar 2025 03:26:48 +0000

If you are reading this right now, you have to do what this post says.

Tell me any color to do for the theme and if it’s a color like, cyan for example (like a speshul color, I guess) describe what it looks like so I get it right.

And Whoever gives me a suggestion for a fit check color theme will get a shoutout in the post of that color theme!

Ty for participating and have a great day!

P.s Shrek really wants a new fit check color so answer now!

Edit: it dosent have to be just a color challenge, it could be any challenge like, “no makeup” or “only one color for the whole thing”

Please do this, BYE

PLEASE CHECK OUT MY POST IN THE LINK!!

Fri, 07 Mar 2025 13:10:30 +0000

https://www.kidzsearch.com/questions/506538/can-we-get-5-000-answers-posts

Writing

Fri, 12 Apr 2024 14:25:08 +0000

Hey guys! So my school does wordmasters and we had an assignment to write a story using the wm words and bold them in the story, so me and my friends had an idea. We would take a pineapple and all write stories from the perspective of the pineapple, and then connect them all. I had the aBsOLuTe hOnOr of writing the story all the other stories would be stemming off of and connecting to! This is involving 6 people including me, and only two of us are on KT! (Me and @Mel_Twilight) When I post these please keep in mind I only wrote one stories and the rest are my friends!! Also, if you want to try writing one once you read mine which is the one they all connect to, just tell me your connection to Patricia The Pineapple (my character) and your name, and depending on how many people want to do it, I'll see how official I'll make it. Anyway enough blabblering! WiThOuT fUrThEr aDiEu, MY STORY!!

Patricia The Pineapple

In the small town of Pineview, nestled in the heart of the Pacific Northwest, everyone was thriving. They were one of the wealthiest villages in the southern continent, and they touted their success all over. They owed their success to a thriving patch of the rarest fruit in the world: pineapples. The taste of pineapple never cloyed to the townspeople. The patch produced many pineapples a day, and they could be sold for thousands of dollars each with extras for the villagers to eat, making them grow fat, lazy and underzealous and phlegmatic.

One day, a beautiful and dynamo pineapple named Patricia the Pineapple began to grow. She was not encumbered by being shy, and made many friends in the pineapple patch. Her best friend was Piney The Pineapple, who was the least phlegmatic pineapple in the whole patch and never demeaned Patricia The Pineapple. She was loving life! That is, until she witnessed Piney the Pineapple get ripped from his stem, get his skin torn off, and was sliced and diced into tiny pieces until he skewered and eaten by the fat villagers. She was forever traumatized, and her mental health was ravaged, causing her to toughen up and grow ugly and cynic until she was the size of a large dog and covered with lumps and odd angles. The residents of Pineview were too scared of it to remove it from the patch, or even go near the patch, so they didn’t have any pineapples anymore. Soon, they began to notice strange occurrences around the plant: fruits and vegetables would shrivel up and rot before the villagers' eyes. Pets would go missing, only to return with strange markings on their fur and a malevolent glow in their newly red eyes.

As the days passed, Patricia The Pineapple grew larger and more sinister, until she was the size of a house. Her sharp protrusions lengthened into razor-sharp spikes that were sharper than any sword in the village. The townspeople began to whisper legends among themselves that it was an evil pineapple sent from the depths of hell, one that was determined to take over their town and enslave its inhabitants so its friends and family would never be sliced up and eaten again.

One night, a group of stupid townsfolk decided to confront the pineapple with a remonstrance and an attack and put an end to its reign of terror because they missed the days when they could laze around all day, eating pineapples to their hearts' consent. They approached the plant, armed with pitchforks and torches, but as they drew near, the pineapple opened its huge, spiked mouth and ate the lowly, ignoble villagers with no qualms or compunctions about it. To Patricia The Pineapple, they were immaterial, and only good for getting vengeance and avenging Piney The Pineapple’s death. Soon the villagers realized the plant was not just a simple plant but a complex being with malevolent intentions.

The townspeople were forced to band together and fight for their lives against the evil pineapple. They discovered that the plant had a weakness: it could only be harmed by using the very fruits and vegetables it had rotted. With this knowledge, they launched a counterattack, using the rotten, twisted produce to weaken the pineapple and banish it from their town.

The people of Pineview celebrated their victory, and scoffed as many pineapples as they wanted, growing just as fat as they were before. Little did they know, before she died, Patricia the Pineapple scattered her seeds all over the patch, and soon they would begin to grow…

Contest

Thu, 11 Apr 2024 17:20:06 +0000

Guys I challenge you to come up with the best MHA art using pixai.art. It's a good art site I use. I'll choose the best.

Go here!!!!!!!!

Sat, 30 Mar 2024 14:04:21 +0000

Hey people!!!!!!!!!! Tater Tot is doin a lil betta, but he still is not 100 pawcent(hehe I make bad jokes...) He had another puncture wound in the same spot, and he has a bald patch all around it. My poor baby, pls continue to pray! Also, guess what?!!

Your prayers help!!!!!

Thank you all for being supportive and loving to Tater Tot in his time of injury. SHOUTOUT TIME!!!!!

And the shoutout goes to...

Gamekid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You are such a great online friend and I am so blessed to have you!!! Gamekid was the first to support my posts on KN, so upvote all her posts on KN and KT!!!!!

Thanks for readin and God bless!!

-Natalie

my entry to Slay's writing contest!

Thu, 21 Mar 2024 15:55:11 +0000

When Life Happens: A short story by Adi

I sit in class, watching the birds outside the window. Next year I will be in middle school.Will I be able to watch the birds in those classrooms? Lily, a light pink robin. It's rare to see in other places, but it likes to perch on the the tree branch outside our classroom window all the time.

I take out my sketchbook, ignoring Mrs. Briggs's lecture. She's talking math. I think. I sketch down a river and Lily on a tree branch, flowing down the gentle waters. I also add a small outline of a smaller bird behind the bushes in memory of Lily's sister, Lilith, who passed away from an angry guy walking on the street who shot her with his mini gun in the back of his car.

"Ooooo, look who's makin' a drawin'!" Jason says, looking over my shoulder from his desk behind me.

"No I'm not! Shut up!" I say, jamming my sketchbook in my desk.

Mrs. Briggs looks up from the board and stares at me.

"Is this true, Bea?" She asks.

Bea. Yeah. My full name is Beautiful. Who names their kid that? I'll tell you who. My stupid Dad. He was drunk the night my mom had me, who died from losing to much blood from the sea section. The doctors said I was a beautiful baby, and my Dad decided that was my name. And it stayed. Unlike him. He left me with my step mom when I was 4. At least she's nice to me.

"Bea?" Mrs. Briggs asks, startling me out of my thoughts.

"What?" I ask.

"Is that true? Were you drawing?" She asks.

I shake my head convincingly.

Mrs. Briggs looks at me skeptically and then turns back to the board, deciding to let me off the hook. I hear Jason murmur something under his breath and I just watch Lily again, who is singing a song I can't hear from inside the glass. Another new bird lands next to Lily, and starts singing with her.

After a few seconds, they fly off. I wish I was like Lily. Being able to fly free wherever and whenever I wanted. Being free. Free of homework. Free of Jason. Free of worry. Free of anything and everything. Having wings to fly away when things get hard.

To fly away when things get annoying.

When things get terrifying.

When my worries become reality.

When life happens.

Writing contest entry!

Sun, 14 Jan 2024 12:50:09 +0000

The River of Secrets

A Short Story About Truth

I walk down the riverside as I run my hand through the gentle water. The soft sound of the running water is calming. Mother says that this river holds secrets. The biggest secrets that have ever touched down on earth. She sings a lullaby about it sometimes to get Daisy, my baby sister, to get to fall asleep.

I sit down and stare at the river.

"Little water...soft and gentle...will you keep my secret? Little river...gentle waters...will you hold it tight? My little baby...in her rocking chair...fell down the stairs... will you heal her, keep my secret? And make it yours?" I sing quietly to myself.

"Clara! Clara! Mother! She's sick!" A familiar voice yells in the distance.

I jump up and look around, startled.

"Jakob! Lead me to her!" I yell, my eyes meeting his. Jakob turns around and runs back the way he came. I run as fast as I can, my bare feet pounding on the dirt and leaf covered ground.

We arrive at the doctor's tent and I see Mother laying down on a mat, coughing. I run over to her and kneel next to her.

"Oh, Mother, this can't be it. It can't be. Please, please, please, don't leave me." I beg, squeezing her hand.

Mother weakly touches my locket with a picture of her and me in it. Then she looks up at me.

"Everything happens for a reason, love. And fait was on my trail." She says, squeezing my hand.

"Goodbye."

She lets go of my hand and her eyes close.

"No...no..she can't be gone!" I say, tears staining my cheeks.

I look up at Jakob and he looks down at me.

"You need to know that she is right." He says.

"Everything happens for a reason."

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hi! Everyone knows me, but yeah! I love doing old-fashioned and modern realistic fiction. I wanted to step out of my comfort zone and do fantasy, but the closest I have ever gotten to fantasy was sci-fi. Thanks for reading!

Nordic_Geneolagist

Fri, 25 Aug 2023 21:12:15 +0000

Hey.

I know how it feels to have nobody who had the same interests as you. In my class last year, I wanted to be an author, but nobody else did and told me I should give it up because nobody likes reading and writing. But I never have up my dream. You should never stop doing what you love just because everyone else tells you to.(give it up I mean). You are a proud of your culture, and research everything there is to know about Nordic etc history. Even if nobody has the same interests as you, keep doing what you enjoy. Every one here (including me) thinks you are really nice and cool! Keep it up!!!