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Posting bc who cares + it’s winter break so I got nothing to do. (Calling all writers)

Mon, 23 Dec 2024 00:58:20 +0000

Alright writers. I got a question. What is ONE thing that you need to have to write consistently.

Mine is, fresh air. A couple days ago, I had to open my window so I could finish a Lost and Found chapter, and it was 30 degrees out .

What about you guys?

2028 election: historical fiction

Wed, 27 Nov 2024 20:48:04 +0000

feb 2028: the IA Dem caucus is called for Gretchen Whitmer. The IA republican caucus is called for incumbent president JD Vance. (He's the incumbent as Donald Trump died of a heat stroke during a diplomatic meeting with Cameroon).

May 2028: The consensus is clear. It will be a Vance - Whitmer race.

June 27, 2028: JD Vance has an ABSYMAL debate with Gretchen Whitmer, in Dallas, Texas. The "eating cats and dogs" of this debate is Vance's "Look in Miami. Cubans are ruining the place", which will be important later.

July 4, 2028: Gretchen Whitmer nominates Delaware representative Sarah McBride as her VP, selected due to trans rights protests in major cities, at the Topeka DNC. (yes, Kansas is a battleground this election).

July 17, 2028: At the Houston RNC, Vance announces he is dropping out and endorses his VP, Texas Senator Ted Cruz, who picks RFK as his Veep. Internal polling around this time is leaked showing Republicans down by 452 electoral votes, with SOUTH DAKOTA of all places leaning Democratic.

August 12, 2028: Joe Manchin endorses Ted Cruz. This proves to hurt him by 3.5 pts according to NC independents.

September 3, 2028: First Cruz-Whitmer debate. The general consensus is that Whitmer won. This increased her standing in the polls.

This is where it gets really serious.

September 23, 2028: MrBeast endorses Ted Cruz, which actually gives him a shot of winning North Carolina, Voter registration shifts red, and it seems like from now on, this could be a turnaround.

October 19, 2028: VP debate, held in Anchorage, Alaska. Independents mostly agree Kennedy won, partially because his brainworm restrained itself.

Election night calls

7:00 PM: Indiana and Kentucky are too early to call, though Whitmer has a decent lead in Indiana. Virginia: Gretchen Whitmer, Georgia: Gretchen Whitmer, Florida: Gretchen Whitmer (due to Vance's racist remark about Miami that Cruz couldn't distance himself from). Vermont: Gretchen Whitmer, Kentucky: Ted Cruz. Indiana: Gretchen Whitmer. Ohio: Gretchen Whitmer. South Carolina: Ted Cruz.

7:30 PM: Ohio: Too close to call. West Virginia: Ted Cruz. NC: Too close to call.

8:00 PM: Illinois; Gretchen Whitmer. Michigan; Gretchen Whitmer.

Anyways, you know the drill, here's the final map since im too lazy to write it all out

Senate

Drowning in my memories Prologue

Tue, 03 Sep 2024 23:17:49 +0000

Prologue

I closed my hands around my coffee and took a sip. The warmth of it gave a tingling feeling through my body. I take a bite of my toast already feeling energized. I pay the bill and head out of the diner.

I hurried to my car. I was already stressed enough and didn’t need to be late for work. I closed the car door and put my foot on the gas pedal. There wasn’t as much traffic as there was yesterday.

I drove to the tall old run-down building. My first time on the job I thought that the building would break and collapse, but I realized that it was much stronger than it looked. I brushed my black hair from my face.

I walked into my office. The maroon paint was beginning to chip off the walls. The door was starting to squeak every time I opened it. I sat down at my desk and started to investigate the suspects of the murder that happened two weeks ago. We had no idea who the suspect could be. Knock Knock. “Come in.” The door opens and a boy with strawberry blonde hair and heterochromia eyes, and vitiligo comes running in. “Hi, my name is Zane. I'm here for the detective training thing?” He says “You have the wrong room; you have to take a left and it should be there.” “Oh sorry.” He says embarrassed. He leaves and the door shuts behind him.

I examined the suspects closely. One girl was named Zoe. She had brown hair and green eyes. There was a boy named Liam with honey colored hair and light blue eyes. Those two were at the top of my list.

Hours passed and I was able to go home. The rain started to pour down. The wind shield wipers were not helping that much. I finally arrived home.

I walked into the house and my two nieces and nephew ran to the door and hugged me. “Uncle Jack, you're back from work finally.” Phoenix who was eight said. “Wuncle wack!” Leo, who was two years old said. “Hey guys, how was school?” I asked them. “Good. What's for dinner?” Alex asked. “Why don’t we order pizza tonight? If you guys get in your pj’s right now we can watch TV until bedtime.” I told them. “Okay!” They exclaimed. They ran to their rooms. I wonder what life would be like if their mother was still alive. I missed Ava. “Wack, I nweed help.” Leo said. “Come on Leo.” I said picking him up.

“Want to wear your dino pj’s?” I asked. He nodded. I got Leo dressed and we headed downstairs into the living room. We ate pizza and watched TV. Leo and the girls began to fall asleep. I covered them in a blanket and kissed their heads. I ran upstairs and the second I’m about to close my eyes I heard a gunshot then screaming.

The Killer(prologue)

Sat, 24 Aug 2024 17:04:33 +0000

The Killer

By: Laila V.R.

Artist@TheLouvre

Prologue:

"Mama! Papa!", I screamed. Denying they were dead and pretending that I wasn't running for my life.

Let's start at the beginning.

It was a warm and sunny Saturday morning. I had just woke up to the delicious aroma of mama's fresh strawberry muffins! When I was coming down the steps I realized that it was my birthday!

"Happy birthday Cleo!", Mama said with so much glee!

"Thanks, Mama!", I said with gratitude.

I heard the door open. It was my papa! He was pulling a box of some kind with rolling cart, but that didn't stop me from hugging him.

"Papa!", I said with so much enthusiasm!

"Hey, Minnow!", he said clearly glad to see me.

"How was your sleep Papa?", I asked.

"Very good, but today's not about me, Minnow, it's about you!", he said.

Minnow is the nickname he gave me! Just In case you didn't know.

The box still intrigued me, the box was huge! I don't what it could be!

"Minnow

(To be continued.......)

A Pineapple Story LOGO?!

Sat, 13 Apr 2024 04:41:44 +0000

GUYS! I had a THOUGHT!!! I know, I know, so unlike me lol. But actually, so this is about those pineapple stories I've been posting, so if you haven't seen that post go check it out It's called Writing. But anyway what if there was a logo?! Tell me if this is a good or bad idea please. And if you're interested in designing one please tell me! Thanks you guys!!

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…

Fanfics i'm writing today!

Wed, 14 Feb 2024 19:04:18 +0000

teaching troubles part 3

Little fairy part 1

Emerald eye part 1

My metal heart part 1

I'm trying not to procrastinate to much, and make the fanfics

i got a 32 out of 30 on my narrative essay!!

Fri, 13 Oct 2023 15:38:51 +0000

YOU GUYS

LOOK

I GOT EXTRA CREDIT!! I POSTED IT HERE

narrative essay i'm writing for school

Fri, 29 Sep 2023 19:41:54 +0000

I need your guys's opinions on this thing;

August 17, 2022, 7:40 AM

It’s the first day of school. You wake up, brush your teeth and hair, get dressed, put on your backpack, and go out the back door. You can’t go through the front door because your aunt and her boyfriend moved in over the summer. Your family had to turn the front room, where your grandpa used to hang out, into a bedroom for them, and your family had to turn the basement into his area.

You finally got out of the house. It was 6:40 a.m. You walked across the street to the bus stop, and waited for your best friend Sharyl Junge (and also the bus)... but brothers Kye and Beso Case got there first.

“HEY ALICE!” They yelled in sync from across the street… crossing… crossed. The bus pulled up. You rushed in, thankful you weren’t on the same bus as them. You hear them yelling your name… “ALICE! ALICE THOMPSON!” in a singsongy voice. You hate them.

August 17, 2022, 3:04 PM

It’s after school now. Kye and Beso followed you and threw rocks at your front door. It wouldn’t have annoyed you because that’s your aunt and her boyfriend’s room now. You can’t hear the pang of the rocks over them arguing, so it’s fine.

Over the summer you once got so mad that you threw a brick at Beso and got grounded for a MONTH. That was when you were walking to the park with Sharyl and they wouldn’t stop pestering you. They followed you to the park, and while you were going home, Sharyl realized they were following you. So you grabbed a brick and chucked it at Beso’s leg. He had brushed it off like it didn’t hurt, but he had to go to the hospital because he was limping. That was when your mother got called, and she grounded you. You couldn’t go out for a month! You were so upset.

August 31, 2022, 2:24 pm

It’s Wednesday. You’re in school, but you’re remembering this morning. It was 5:50 AM. You were tired. You walked past the mirror… and paused. You walked back to the mirror. You realize your favorite shirt looks a bit small. You lift your arms and your stomach shows. You run to the bathroom, ashamed of yourself. Are you gaining weight? Should you go on a diet?

At 7:04 AM the bus picks you up. Bump. The bus shakes, and you think you see your stomach jiggle. You grab your computer to see your face because you don’t have a phone. Your parents won't let you have one. You look at your ugly, brown hair and eyes. It looks like someone covered your hair in mud, and someone stuffed your pupils with chocolate. “Chocolate,” you think. “Gotta cut down on that if I want to lose weight.”

Then you feel something hit your leg.

“Hey, what the heck was that?” you yell. You look down. It was a marker; you grab the marker. You looked behind you.

“Hey there, rabbit,” you heard a familiar voice say. “Want some carrots?” Panic streaks through your body. Adrenaline zips through your veins, and you’re shaking. You quickly turn away from Kye, but you’re too late. You feel cold orange lumps being thrown at you. You realize they’re baby carrots. You hate carrots. Then… you hear a lid being opened and various popping sounds… then you hear a low rattle and… all you see are colors. Red, orange, yellow, green… every color of the rainbow. And you realize you’re being showered with markers. They didn’t have any caps, and now you had ink all over your skin and clothes.

You felt the bus pull over and the bus driver walks down to your seat.

“What did you do?!” he says.

“What? No! It was Kye! He dumped all these markers on me and now I have to go to school-”

He cuts you off.

“I know. I was talking to him.” He nods in Kye’s direction. “Why did you dump markers all over this fine young lady? My god… in all my years of driving a bus and I’ve never seen a kid do this. Now explain yourself, son.”

“W-well,” Kye stammers, obviously nervous. “W-well it was j-just a joke and I-I was dared t-to…”

“By who?” the bus driver inquired.

“U-um… Beso d-dared me to… I r-really d-didn’t want t-to…” He was stumbling over his words.

“Well like it or not, I’m sending you BOTH home. GET. OFF. MY. BUS. BOTH OF YOU.”

The driver turned back. You were upset. You were the victim, yet you were being punished?! No fair! You begrudgingly got off the bus with Kye, headed to your house, and took a shower. You changed and got ready to walk to school, and when you got outside… Kye was there.

“Hey… Alice… I-I... I like you. And I’m sorry for what I did… forgive me?” He held flowers out towards you and he sheepishly smiled.

“Well… well… sure. Let’s be friends.”

September 12, 2022, 9:42 PM

You and Kye have been friends for a while now. You hang out almost every day, and you don’t think you’re so ugly anymore. Even Beso has started to catch on! You found this new spot to hang out with Kye. It’s a tree house in the woods, and you cleaned it up to make it really comfortable. Your life feels much better, now that those boys aren't bullying you guys now, and now you’re friends. You’ve learned that sometimes, some people are bullies and some people are bullied, but that’s just the way things work.

Day day

Wed, 30 Aug 2023 12:29:03 +0000

you can't say that you don't like to get a day or two before it didn't make them look up for them because your favorite person ever was born.

Kaylianna's Diary (A pride story) Chp. 6

Wed, 12 Jul 2023 17:09:55 +0000

So i just wanted to say something quite random for those who don't know: Kaylianna is pronouned KayLeeAna (Anna as in Frozen). Also i think you'll like this chapter because you might be featured in it....*DUN DUN DUN*

Chapter 6:I need serious help bro

I was on my computer, browsing the news and saw an ad for a website, Kidzsearch. This sounds cool, I thought. I clicked it. It sent me to basically heaven! It had groups, videos, songs, news, and something called Kidztalk. I got on it and saw lots of posts by kids. There was an advice column and I clicked "Ask a question". This is what I said:

"Help! I'm a non-binary, gay person who ran away from home after I accedentaly came out to my homophobic mom. I was riding my bike when my best friend saw me and he asked his moms if I could live with them. Life is okay so far, but I kinda miss home! What should I do??!" The next day I got back on, to see that some people answered! Somebody called Emodinosaur said that if he was me, then he would've stayed with Liam for a bit longer, and see if life adjusts. And then I could wait and see if I still wanna go home. Somebody called Nobodyimportant said that I sound like a really nice person, that she was glad I came on here, and to listen to Emodinorsaur's wisdom. "Okay," I thought. "This is cool." I decided to listen to them.

Later, when I was looking at posts, Leo walked in. "Hey," he said. I jumped. "Oop. Sorry, Kay." "It's fine," I said. "What are you doing?" he asked me. "I'm just messing around on this website. "Okay. Uhm, do you wanna play Minecraft with me?" My heart almost burst with happiness. The most amazing dude in the world wanted to play video games? Heck yes! So 5 hours later, Leo and I were both building a mansion, when it started raining really hard. "I would not wanna be out there," I said, grateful I had shelter now. "I know, that must suck to be out there," Leo said, shaking his head. It was thundering a lot now. "I do not like rain and thunder!" I said, shivering. He hugged me with one arm. "Well, I'm glad we found you," he said. I blushed. Liam walked in. "LEO, COME HERE RIGHT NOW!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Sheesh, can that kid yell. "I'll be right back," he said. "Okay," I said confused. Liam whispered something to Leo, and Leo gasped. What were they saying? Leo came back, and he looked mad. "You wanna go home, huh? To your homophobic, piece of garbage family? Come on. Don't you like us? It should be heaven to you, with us, people who support you, respect you, and take care of you. Is that what your family did? Did they care?" I gasped. "How do you know that?" I asked. "Liam uses Kidztalk too, you know."

"How did you know it was me?" I asked.

"Your usernames on games and stuff is always CatCrazyGirl."

I started crying. "I do like living here," I said between sobs. "Yeah, right." I was furious at Liam, so I ran to his room to give him a piece of my mind. "Why?" I said. "Why did you do that?" I asked with tears running down my face. "I thought you liked me," I said. "I do... I LIKE like you. You've been hanging out with Leo so much that you forgot about me." He said sadly. "I got jealous. I tried to sabotage your friendship. And I regret nothing," He grumbled. I stomped towards him and punched him in the face. "OW!!" he yelled, grabbed his cheek. I saw something shiny and white on the ground in front of him. A tooth.

It was raining very hard outside now, and the weather matched my mood. Liam and Leo's moms were at work, so I had no one to comfort me. I was throwing myself a pity party, when I heard a thunderous crack. There was a brown blur, coming towards the house at a crazy speed. The ceiling cracked, and gave out. "AAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed. I crawled under the wooden table at a furious pace. I got under it just in time, because a huge chunk of ceiling came down right where I was standing a few seconds ago. I could've died. Roof tiles crashed down, and ceiling parts were falling on the table I was under. Finally, It stopped, and all I could hear was the rain.

The dust was all over, and the house was completly destroyed. "Leo!! Liam!!" I yelled. I walked over the rubble and made my way to Liam's room. I saw him, laying on the floor, under some debris. "Liam!" I sobbed.I moved the junk away. His head was bleeding. I grabbed a now ripped blanket, and pressed down to stop the bleeding. He woke up. I grabbed him and cried. "Hey, Kay.." He said with a small smile. I helped him get up, and we walked to Leo's room. He was just sitting there, with his shoulders shaking. "Leo, what's wrong?" I asked. "What's wrong? MY HOUSE WAS JUST DESTROYED, MY LITTLE BROTHER IS HURT, AND I LOST YOU AS A FRIEND!" He shouted. I sat next to him. "You didn't lose me as a friend," I said. "I'm here for you."

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Kaylianna's Diary (A pride story) Chapter 5

Fri, 07 Jul 2023 16:58:27 +0000

Chapter 5: Leo is one CUTE dude

Liam's moms and I talked about what we were gonna tell my parents. We decided that we would lie and tell them that they didn't find me and they would keep looking. I didn't hear the rest because I was busy staring at Liam's brother, Leo.

He was beautiful.

He had dark brown eyes, (even prettier than Liam's, dare I say?) jet black hair and a tan. I had to look away when he saw me staring at him. "I haven't seen you in a while, Kay." His voice (beautiful ) startled me. "Yeah, I've had some real bad family drama," I said sadly. Then I explained everything. "I'm here for you, okay? We care about you." I nearly died.

I actually thought I had a crush on him. Being born a girl, I thought I was gay because I liked girls. But, now I liked him? This crush wasn't new. I thought he was really cool and really goregous when I first met him. Now, I was confused about my sexuality, right when I thought I had it all figured out. Yay.

At Liam's house, his mum showed me my new room. "This was our guest room, but we hardly have guests that stay over, so you can have this room," she said. "Oh thank you so much!" I shouted. She smiled and walked away. I unloaded my suitcase and taped some posters onto the yellow walls. I heard my ringtone, which is the song "bad guy" and I looked at my phone.

"Max"

"Oh great," I muttered. I waited until the ringtone stopped. A few minutes later, I got a notification. It was a voicemail. "Kaylianna, where are you? We miss you so much. Mom says she's really sorry about what she did. Please come home! We love you." Really, dude? He was obviously trying to make me wanna come back home. No way did they love me. They didn't even like me! I replayed the voicemail and heard something that sounded like Dad crying. What? He was all tough dude who never showed emotions. I was so confused. I was thinking hard and long about this situation, when Leo told me we were going to Walmart. We all piled into the car and drove off.

At Walmart, when we were paying, I was debating over which bathroom to go into. I decided to go in the boys room, because I looked more masculine now. After I walked out, I saw the missing kids board. I read the names. Juliana Martin, Bobby Black, Yara Johnson... My eyes shot to the bottom of the first row. Kaylianna Robinson. I gasped. My family actually reported me missing? Maybe they did care. The picture they put on there was of my first day of seventh grade. I was "smiling" and I was wearing my Billie Eilish sweatshirt. "They.. Care?" I said out loud. Leo tapped my shoulder. I jumped and yelped, which made Leo jump and yelp. "Look!! It's me!! THEY ACTUALLY CARE!!" I screamed, which made everyone stare at me. Leo smiled. He hugged me and I melted. "I knew they cared," he whispered.

That was all I needed.

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Alright i just wanna ask this... DO Y'ALL SHIP ANYBODY??

Kaylianna's Diary (A pride story) Chapter 4

Thu, 06 Jul 2023 22:48:54 +0000

Chapter 4: Liam

After I headed out, I rode my bike to a Mcdonald's and sat down inside. I got some weird looks because I was wearing my non-binary flag beanie and a hoodie in summer. The waitress was a young girl, like 14 or 15. I read her nametag.

"Sarah"

"I like your name," I said randomly.

"Oh! Thanks! I love your hoodie. I need one like that!!" She squealed.

I was genuinely surprised. "Are your pronouns they/them?" I asked. "Yeah! I wanna change my name to Alex when I'm eighteen," They said. I ordered a Big Mac, extra-large fries, a milkshake and a soda. "Woah, that's a lot for a kid!" said Sarah. "I'm twelve." "I'm 16," they said. They handed me my food and I devoured it in under 5 minutes. "Bye, Sarah," I said as I walked out. "Bye!' I heard them call.

It was getting late, and I was only like 15 minutes from my house. "I need to get farther from those stupid, piece of poop people," I muttered under my breath. I was heading down the side of the highway, off the road, on my bike when I heard somebody familliar.

"KAYLIANNA!" I turned around.

And I saw Liam. I almost screamed with happiness. His mom pulled into the shoulder of the road and he ran out. I almost fell when he ran into me to hug me. "Kay... I was so worried! I love you!! Uhm.. As a best friend.. Not in a weirdo way.." He stuttered. "I love you too, in a not weirdo way," I said, laughing. His green eyes sparkled with tears as he explained how my parents told his moms that I was missing, and they immediatly started trying to find us.

"I was so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so SO SO SO scared!!" He grabbed my hand and led me to his car so his moms could drive me home. I twisted my wrist away. "Liam, I ran away. I wasn't kidnapped or anything. I came out accedentily," I said. "HOW IN THE HOLY HECK DO YOU ACCEDENTALY COME OUT??" He yelled. "It's because.. Well, my mom found my pride stuff and got mad, and I made the stupid mistake of saying I deffinatly wasn't non-binary or gay, and my mom put two and two together." I said. "And she slapped me, and I jumped out of the window with my suitcase," I added. "Ohhh. Okay. Lemme go talk to my moms about this," He said, and ran off to the orange Tesla. "Mom and Mum, Kaylianna has been through some drama!" I heard him say.

He came back after a little while, and told me his moms agreed to let me hang out at their house for a while until my parents cooled down and I felt comfortable going back home. I smiled and hugged the Mrs. Smiths. I pushed my bike into their trunk, and we headed to my new home.

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Writing contest!

Sat, 21 Jan 2023 23:57:50 +0000

I'm making a writing contest! You have until February 4th then I will decide which one I like best! I will give you your options below:

Your dream birthday, a short mystery, the story of how you got your pet (it you have one), your favourite celebrity, how you broke your arm or leg (if you did), or a little bit about your favourite book.

Hope you have fun!

P.S answer or you will regret it!!!! LOL

Writing contest!!!!!!!!!!!

Tue, 17 Jan 2023 15:15:14 +0000

Write about whatever you like! But it has to be sent to me on kidzsearch by 11:59 by next week. That's a long time for me :D The contest ends next week. Happy writing!

WRITING CONTEST!!!!!

Wed, 11 Jan 2023 01:01:16 +0000

Hi everyone!

I am hosting a writing contest for all you writers! Rules...

1.you can write either fiction or non-fiction.

2.at least 2-4 paragraphs

3.please don't put in any personal information in your story!

4.have fun!

5.the deadline is the last day of the month.

Bye!

Isa's diary (by Nayeon and Sana)

Thu, 01 Dec 2022 06:37:03 +0000

[Hi. My name is Isa. I'm in 9th grade, and I have autism.

   Having autism makes my life harder. When I'm in a crowd, it feels like I hear everything but understand nothing. I also seem to "overreact" to a lot of things. It's hard for me to be around people. I don't have a lot of friends, and the few that I do have don't really even talk to me unless they're forced to. It makes me sad sometimes, but I'm not around them that much, so it's not their fault, right?

   Earlier I went to youth group and something happened that I wish didn't. When I was there, there was a lot of noise and I couldn't handle it so I went to the bathroom. My friend Gia followed me though. She wanted me to come out of the bathroom to be with her and my other friends. I know she was trying to be nice but I really wasn't ready to go. I think I overreacted a little. I started laughing really hard. Does anyone else do that? I hate it, but I laugh when I cry. It's pretty embarrassing when someone tells me something sad and then I start laughing.

   Anyway, Gia dragged me out of the bathroom back to our friends. Then I saw my friend Alice. We used to be best friends, but ever since I stopped going to school we've gotten further apart. I hate it. She was so mad that I went to the bathroom instead of going to small groups. I didn't tell her I am autistic yet. I don't want to tell anyone though. The only friend that knows is Gia, and I'd like to keep it that way.

   Gia is probably my closest friend right now. I'm obviously not her closest friend, but my life is just like that. I swear I try to talk to my friends but it comes out weird. It hurts, you know, when nobody wants to be close friends with you.

   I'm always the one to text first. I don't mind it that much, but it feels like a one-sided conversation. But texting is still easier than talking to people in real life. In real life I can have a meltdown in front of everyone, or even worse, a shutdown.

   My meltdowns are pretty bad; I completely go crazy. But the shutdowns are conepletely different. I can't move, I can't speak, I can't do anything. My mind comepletely shuts down. So I'm just standing there like an idiot staring into space. It's like I can't process anything. Once in a shutdown I tried to walk to the bathroom so no one could see me. But I almost fell multiple times and my legs were shaking and all wobbly. I eventually got there and stayed there until the activity was over. And it took DAYS to recover. I know it makes no sense, but it's true. It did take days.

   Anyway, I think that's all I want to say for today. I'll update when possible on my life.

   -Isa]

Okay, so I have to give some credit to my friend, Sana. We both worked on this and I hope you like it! Hopefully it makes sense! I think it's good to hear other people's perspective and see life from their pov. Lmk what you think and any suggestions are welcome!

Im Verry Bad at Long Divison and in 12th grade a little help please

Tue, 13 Sep 2022 17:38:51 +0000

IM SO STUPID im in highschool and still cant do divison.

Wraya's Writing Contest!

Thu, 05 May 2022 18:17:30 +0000

Hi! I just wanted to say that I'm gonna have a writing contest, I'd rather you do it fiction/fantasy, but any genre is okay!

Due Date: June 30, 2022

Genre: Any (Fiction/Fantasy is preferred)

Length: At least 3 paragraphs

That's all! I'm very loose about this since I'm still working on Captured (Thalia and my story). ^-^

~ With luv, Wraya <3

Do you like writing?

Fri, 22 Apr 2022 22:31:18 +0000

Do you like writing? If so, what do you write?

I like to write poetry and horror stories :)

The Daughter of Time (story)

Thu, 21 Apr 2022 18:37:59 +0000

Hi! I've been working on Captured, the story me and Thalia are writing, but I wrote a few stories before I started writing chapters for Captured. Here's one called 'The Daughter of Time'.

I live in an apartment with my mom, in a city. My dad died fighting a war, I never saw him before, not even a picture. I have a best friend named Justin, he’s been my friend ever since we first met at preschool. He changed a lot, he used to be a quiet and cute little boy, to an annoyingly hot teenager. I always hang out with him, and many times, people tease us that we’re a cute couple, which always makes me and Justin blush like ripe tomatoes.

“I’m home!” I hear my mom say, as she comes inside. “Sorry I’m late, the traffic and weather these days are harsh. And not just that, the disease is spreading like crazy!” she says, “I know, mom. It’s fine. Too bad the vaccine hasn’t come out yet.” I say. “Go get some sleep, honey. I’ve got to do some work before I go to bed, sorry honey…” she looks sad and tired all the time, which makes me feel more bad than I already do. “Okay, g’night.” I say softly, and I go to my room.

My dream was super crazy last night, there was bright light everywhere, and then I saw a figure of a woman, a beautiful woman, “You are not what you think you are, you are not human.” she said, in the most wonderful voice I’ve ever heard. I was about to ask what she meant, when I was woken by my alarm.

After I dressed, I went downstairs, and I told my mom about my dream last night. At first, she seemed shocked, and worried, but then she covered it up by smiling and said “I bet it’s just a weird dream, you know, puberty and stuff.” I couldn’t help being a little suspicious, but I decided to let it go, but the whole day, all I could think about was that dream.

I was walking back home with the groceries that my mom wanted me to get, when I heard someone.

“Hey little girl,” I hear a voice say behind me, a guy that looks a little bit older than me with a scary look on his face is there, I scream and start running, but he chases me, and quickly corners me. Nobody seems to be around, so I start panicking, he has a fireball in his hand, and I feel a little dizzy, I’m hallucinating, right? But then he gets closer to me, and I feel the heat getting hotter. Just then, a rock is thrown right above his head from behind, he quickly turns around and I catch a glimpse of two guys around my age, one looks more built (and kind of more stupid) than the other and is wearing a yellow t-shirt that shows off his muscles, and the other guy looks more flexible and smart, and is wearing a blue t-shirt with a gold trident symbol on it.

The one with the blue shirt pulls me behind him, as I watch him and the yellow shirt guy battle the scary guy with powers of their own. Blue shirt seems to have water powers, and the yellow shirt seems to have electric powers. Once they have the scary guy on the ground, they knock him out, but they don’t do anything else with him. “Why don’t you guys put him in prison or something?” I ask, “Because, he’s one of us, he’s just being controlled by someone.” Blue shirt says.

“Oh, okay, that makes so much sense! Three guys with powers and one of them is being controlled by someone! Total sense!” I say, “I know, right?” the yellow shirt guy says, seeming to not get my sarcasm.

“Ugh, whatever,” I say, as I roll my eyes. “I really need to get home, so if you’ll excuse me…” I walk past them, glancing at the 2 of them, and then the guy on the ground, and then I leave.

When I get home, I find my mom cooking dinner, already. “Mom! It’s only 3:47! We don’t eat dinner until like, 3 hours!” I exclaim, “Oh…” my mom looks down at the food, “Right. Sorry, honey. I got a little confused…” her brows furrow. “It’s all right mom.” I say, as I turn off the stove, and lead my mom to the couch.

“You just have a lot on your mind, I guess.” I say, trying to comfort her. “Yeah, uh, honey, my boss… fired me.” she says, at last. “What?!” I exclaim, “But you're like, the best in the department!

And, that's all I have for now. I hope you guys like it!

~ With luv, Wraya <3

The Written Works of Darkclan!

Wed, 02 Feb 2022 00:22:37 +0000

“Hollowpaw the kits have gotten away again while we were hunting, Wolfstar is useless.” Shadowsneak yelled with an exasperated tone.

“Coming, Shadowsneak!” Hollowpaw yelled back. They walked through the pine woods farther and farther away from the temporary camp, following their scent trail.

“I found them!” Hollowpaw yelled. They picked up the kits by the scruff of their neck, then Snakkit whined,

“We want to catch prey too.”

“Well you're too young to hunt.” Shadowsneak replied. “It might have been a bad idea to leave Shadowclan, we would have cats to keep kits in camp.”

“No me don’t Shadowclan, Shadowclan have meanie, meanie mean. Meanie tattle on me.” Moonkit cried

“… You mean Tailkit?” Shadowsneak asked. “NO, MEANIE Tailkit.” replied Moonkit.

—————————————————————————————————————————

Shadowsneak looked up a clearing opened between the trees. Bushes lined the back walls and and two hollow fallen logs just in front of the bushes. A river started just after the bigger log.

“I think I’ve just found our new camp.” Shadowsneak loudly whispered.

“Wow it looks just like it, a beehive.” Wolfstar said.

“Wait what, why are you thinking of-” Shadowsneak was cut off by Wolfstar.

“Honey, Oh sweet Honey it trickles down-” This time Wolfstar was cut off by Shadowsneak.

“We are not writing poetry about Honey, you Fuzzball”

The group set to work gathering Herbs, Scouting Borders, and Hunting for food.

After it was all done Wolfstar went back to being the Doofus he was.

Real Chapter 1 for the Journey of Power!

Tue, 25 Jan 2022 22:13:48 +0000

Chapter 1

Silversnake

“What do you want!” Snakefern spat, “You’re nothing but trouble. Devilheart! Whatever your here for won't be good.” “I’m here by Healingclan, those clovers. They wanted me to deliver the prophecy, since they can’t talk to you in your normal dreams. Let's just get this over with, Clan of Cats, the Wildest of them all, come, come, come to my call. Past the mountains, rivers, and streams. To a den of Power, of your Name. Now get out of my realm.”

What was the first story you've ever written?

Sat, 04 Dec 2021 07:25:46 +0000

Hey guys!!! What was the first story you've ever written in your life? You don't have to share it here if you don't want too!! But, what was the story about? I'm curious

I'm tutoring a little girl, a little help please

Fri, 03 Dec 2021 19:07:05 +0000

Hi! I just started tutoring a Korean 2nd grader on how to write and read some words that she will need to use later on. She lives in my neighborhood, and she and her kindergarten and 2 year old younger sisters all look up to me. She says that she really likes to learn from me, but I do not know how to help her improve on reading and writing. Any tips?

BTW, should I do 30 minutes or 1 hour to teach her? I get $5 for 30 minutes, and $10 for 1 hour.

~ With luv, Wraya <3

KS Story Contest (SC) ! ENTER FOR AWESOME PRIZES !!!!!!!!!!!!

Tue, 02 Nov 2021 12:04:40 +0000

Hello my friend ! I have A writing contest ! Basically the Prompt of the contest is to write about KS in a creative way ! You could write about...

People on KS
Non fiction about KS
A fictional Story with KS incorporated into it.
And whatever you decide To do use your imagination !

I Can't wait to see your creativity !

Rules

It has to be about KS

It has to be your own story

It has to be submitted by 11\15\2021

It has to be submitted on this page or have link (on this page) to your story

It can be however long you want !

Prizes

Honorable mentions:A shout out.

Third place: A shout out and a Sketch

Second :Place A shout out, A drawing, and A MINI story

First: Shout out, Full Drawing with all the works,Short story.

Good luck !

Poetry Contest.

Sat, 18 Sep 2021 20:26:01 +0000

Write a poem about anything. It must contain at least 20 words but no more than 100 words. No stealing. No Copying things from online. It must be written by you and only you.

Punishments. Your probably wondering what I mean by that. If you break any rules there will be a punishment. the punishments are...

Disqualification

A post about you cheating in the contest

Or A bad name. (What I mean by that is. I won't call you a bad name. You will always be known -by me- with a bad reputation. I don't want that and I hope you don't either.)

Prizes: 1st Praise. a Drawing. And a story about you.

2nd. Praise. And a drawing

3rd Praise.

Deadline: 10 days after I get 5 entries! Join now!

"Was it Worth it ?" Christain Fiction Short Story. Part 1

Thu, 02 Sep 2021 14:20:13 +0000

Realization N. Was it worth it ? I still ask myself . Was it worth it to lose my friends , my family , and my home ?

" Know if we know how to solve this theory we see .... ," My teacher droned. Boring I thought . I was more focused on getting that cash prize I had won from an acting competition than school . "Annie." My teacher said sternly . Rolling my eyes I said, " What now ." " Try to pay attention " He said. The rest of class I sat there listening to his monotone voice . Today's lesson was Christianity , Honestly, the only reason I know that is because I read it on the chalkboard . All I remember is some god sent his son so that man could be with him and that mumbo jumbo. I couldn't care less about that .

"Monica ! " I shouted , Olympia , Moore ! " Seeing them at the end of the hallway I ran up to meet them. " Yeah !" , They said in unison . " What's up ," Olympia said in her sweet ,and soft tone . " You ready to get your money ," Monica said with a sly grin on her face . Moore just stood there ready to leave h, he hated school as much as me .

"I am so ready to get my prize," I said ,I mean I have waited for a whole month and today's finally the day .

"Well I'm going now ", I busted out the sch without saying goodbye although I could have sworn I heard Olympia say something .

You don't know how much I felt I needed the money I felt the money would fix everything .

" is it here ! " I asked my elder brother Thomas . I didn't wait for him to answer , instead I ran to my mailbox , Opened it up and found a letter addressed to Annie Clare . Me . I opened it up . and saw those green bills 500 bucks. ,but somehow it didn't seem to fill up that empty space I've had since I could think . " Is it Here?" my brother asked . " Yeah " I said . Empty , that is what I was . Up in my room I sat on my bunk bed I shared with Thomas and wondered. Why hasn't this filled the empty spot ? What will happen ? I thought about death which never crossed my mind before . What will happen when I die ?

When Supper time rolled around I wasn't hungry I excused myself As fast As I could and thought some more .Bedtime rolled around and just lied there awake wondering and wondering more.I decided I needed something to do ,but I was lazy so I felt around my bed and found a book a medium sized , black book . I read and read it seemed as if this book held the answer to all my Queries . I randomly flipped and it fell on this verse : John 3:16 For God so loved the world that he gave his online begotten son that whoever believes in him shall not perish , but have eternal life.

Ada's Vlog { Mwahhahah}

Wed, 01 Sep 2021 01:05:59 +0000

* Video starts with a tall girl , about Thirteen, with brown hair and blue tips on the end of her ponytail , sitting on her bed with her face to the camera*

Ada: Hey guys !*Waves* so I really don't know what I'm doing . I guess if you read "The Mountain side" you know who I am.*Smiles* but if you don't I can explain to you who I am.

*Pulls out a chart with tons of charts and pictures that have nothing to do with what she is going to say*

Ada: Soooooo my name is Ada and I am a superhero . I have super cool powers ok well they are not noticeable cause I,m mostly jus an enhanced human being ...

*Nine year old boy Jumps on the bed Tackling Ada. Teenage boy , older than Ada, Starts Scolding her *

Teenageboy, Caleb: why are you telling the WORLD about your powers and superhero stuff ?

Ada: I didn't tell which one I was . plus there are super humans everywhere its even more common than Nature humans . You know some people are superhumans and never know in their life.

Younger boy, Robert: Cool! Maybe that is what this vlog is about.

Caleb: No way ! Who even let you have this vlog ?

Ada *Smiles Mischievously* Weeeeel! If you must know Thalia let me have this .

Caleb :you mean your Imaginary freind.

Ada:She is not Imaginary ... I am imaginary!.

*Robert creeping silently in the background hiding a Note he wrote and puts a rock under her pillow*

Caleb: Well you got to stop this stuff

Ada: This stuff is fun for me I like why do you want me to stop anyway.

Caleb: Because there is villians out there !

Ada : Do they even watch VlogVids its not very Famous .

*Ada plops down on her pillow *

Ada:Ow! What was that ! *Notices note and reads it .*

*Caleb grabs note from Ada . Horror spreads across his face*

I know where you are ...

~Villian Child ~

Ada:ROBERT! Where are you ?

Robert: How did you know it was me ?

Ada: Your handwriting.

Robert: Well Your no match for this the Villain Child.

*Robert turns of camera *

Shall we have a a story contest??

Thu, 19 Aug 2021 12:07:17 +0000

I know there is already an Art Contest going on, but I got only two entries...

Start writing an amazing story!!

You can write any story!!

A short, or long story!!

Adventure, or Magic!!

Prizes -

First place: A shout-out, A drawing of your choice, an upvote and Best Answer in two of my questions (if you've answered)

2nd place: A shout out, upvote, drawing

3rd place: shout out, drawing

"The Diary of Valori Opal "A Percy Jackson Fanfic Chapter 1

Mon, 26 Jul 2021 16:02:29 +0000

Note : This is dedicated to my brother who LOVES Percy Jackson

Chapter One

5\5\1929

I am now a Orphan. It all happened so fast. Where to begin writing about this dreadful week. I know ,my birthday.It all started on my birthday ,I was turning Twelve. I was really happy even though I knew I wouldn't get much because of the great depression. I was just happy to be with mom .I woke up that morning ,feeling Quite Icky , Exited that it was my birthday. "Mom!" I shouted Mom ! Where are you? "I shouted again,This time feeling Quite scared. My house ,or should I say shack, was feeling Just a Tad bit more Erie than usual

"Mom must just be looking for a Job" My logic butted in . My Fear was stronger . Slowly , I Tipped toed through the hallway and into the kitchen and saw...

Note sorry this is short I should write more later today

STORY CONTEST!!!!!

Thu, 15 Jul 2021 20:59:15 +0000

you story has to be about a lost girl who finds her way home.

have fun!

Trashly

Story contest....

Tue, 20 Apr 2021 14:33:07 +0000

Pick from these two story starters and submit your entry by May 1st, 2021. Thanks!

#1. Riley Marrine was seen as a normal kid living a normal life. She had a loving family, a big house, and was pretty well off. But she had a secret.....

#2. I was walking along the dusty cobblestone road, to my run-down neighborhood in this middle of nowhere town, when I saw something. I inched closer, nervous about what might happen...when....

Chapter 1 of Aqua Time: The Oceaners

Fri, 26 Mar 2021 19:02:55 +0000

Chapter 1

Regan Farrow Burrow was a girl of 12, she was a star swimmer, always winning in her races. She lived in San Diego, a town in southern California. At school she was a star student, getting A’s in all her classes and never failing one of them. She loved art, her room was covered with posters of all the famous artists. Her walls were a purple and blue splatter paint and had many pictures or her artwork, sitting right next to a Bob Ross quote that said, “We don't make mistakes, only happy accidents.”

Right now she was at school drawing pictures, listening to music, since somehow she had a super rare ability, a photographic memory. So that meant she didn't need to pay that much attention to school.

“Regan? Regan?” a voice called, soonly after, she felt a ripping sensation, and her earbuds playing her favorite playlist came right out of her ears.

“Miss Burrow!” Mr. Greenwald's sharp voice said

“Do you think you are too smart to learn this new information?”

“No.” Regan said trying to hide between her waist length brown hair, she closed her eyes, trying to hide the embarrassment.

“Then why don't you tell me what we are learning about?”

The answer tickled her brain and finally it came to her,

“We were learning about how the planets stay in their spot and don't float off into space.”

Mr. Greenwald scowled and dismissed the class. Regan got her books and rushed to swim class. When she was running down the halls she bumped into her best friend Kennedy Walsh, who also had a photographic memory, and both of their books fell to the floor.

“Oh! I am so sorry!”

“Oh it's fine.” Kennedy replied, picking her books up.

“What class are you going to?” Regan asked

“ Oh, I think I have Social Studies next, then swim!”

“Aww, I wish we had swim at the same time.”

“Yeah, me too, let me check my schedule just to make sure.” Kennedy dug through her bag and pulled out a piece of paper. She looked at it and Regan watched her face turn into a smile

“I was wrong! I have to swim now!”

“Yay!!!!”

The girls ran in the direction of the pool, talking.

Poetry Tips

Sat, 28 Nov 2020 01:01:59 +0000

So I've written some poems before, and I just wanted to share some tips I've found for writing them.

1. Figure out your subject matter first. Personally, I write from emotion, so whatever I feel at the time or whatever is going on in my life, is the topic. Sometimes I start with an idea and it drifts in a different direction, and that's fine, however, I usually go back and change it a little to be consistent with whatever theme is the most prominent.

2. Title goes last. Titles will usually be whatever the poem is about, maybe a reoccurring line, maybe a word or two. Better to pick one once the poem has been formed, since your subject matter may change.

3. Figure out what kind of format you want it to be. Personally, I prefer couplets, which is pretty much rhyming. I use a website called rhymezone when I need help rhyming words, however, it has many uses. There are many different types of poetry to try tho!

4. Develop a rhythm. Once you start writing, try to make sure it flows well. Kinda like a song. I can compare the flow of my poems to something similar to Little Girl by Faith Marie. When you hear the song, you can hear the rhythm she is making, try incorporating that into your poem.

5. Keep the poem relatively the same length. When you have lines going back and forth between short and long, it can look... unprofessional in a way, and amateurish. Keeping lines similar in length can help the form. If you have an onomatopoeia for added effect to something, then it would be appropriate to have a shorter line. Poem lines should seldom be over a complete line. Meaning, when you are writing, the poem line should not be so long it requires two lines. Occasionally, this is unavoidable, but try to avoid it by using commas or separating a compound/complex sentence. If you are rhyming and have to separate the sentence, try rearranging words and switching between active and passive voice.

I recommend ryhmezone.com for word help (rhymes, near rhymes, common uses in songs, definitions, synonyms, antonyms, and more). I also recommend PowerPoetry for help with poetry types and also just sharing your poems somewhere. Accounts are free and you can get scholarships from PowerPoetry, and some help from teachers a mentors as well.

Short Story!

Thu, 29 Oct 2020 18:30:15 +0000

Hello! I started writing a short story that I would like to make a series. I am putting the prolouge to the story down below, so please enjoy!

Sofia

The Prolouge

The sound of firing bounced around the side of the alley at the side of the house. The sky was gray, rain coming down like the bullets that were being shot around the city. The Belovs raced out of the other side of the house, and darted down the cobblestone road. They had merely themselves and a blanket to get themselves out of the border of the city that was 17 miles away. A soldier in the alley looked up and saw them running. He chased after them, the rain coming down harder down, drenching the soldier’s suit. The Belovs made a sharp turn right, and tumbled over a fence, into the bleak country. The soldier ran the opposite direction, and the Belovs continued through the tall grass that was the tall grass that they would be walking in for days. They huddled together and started their journey to the edge of the city.

It was two days later when they saw the next soldier. He was pacing around a carriage full of hay. The family hid behind a cobblestone wall. The girl sighed of relief, and the soldier perked up. The girl gasped, and the soldier came over to the wall. He peered down at the family, and took the parents by the neck of their coats. The girl crawled away, and hid in a tall, overgrown bush. She trembled with fear as the soldier scanned the area for her. She looked back at the carriage as it pulled away.

The girl made it out of the city 7 days later, hiding in forests and bins. She hadn’t been to the town that she found when she reached the edge of the city. An old woman with skin like biscuit dough found her shivering on the side of a road, and hid her in her house. After many weeks there, the old woman was killed, and the girl traveled the country, looking for family. The girl’s name was Sofia, and it would be a long time until she found them.

Emily Grace Q&A!

Sat, 09 May 2020 21:05:50 +0000

I might do a Q&A for Emily Grace soon. Ask questions below and I will pick a few for Emily, Maya and me to answer. The only questions I will not except are ones that would be spoilers. In general, nothing about Maya's date's identity, nothing like "Hey, what's gonna happen next chapter?". So as long as the answer doesn't mean spoilers, i will use the question. So leave questions here!

The Vlog of Emily Grace Chapter 1

Thu, 07 May 2020 21:14:59 +0000

Video starts and a girl with a scar going from above her left eyebrow to under her right and medium-length black hair with red tips wearing a heart-eyed skull hoodie and jeans is standing in front of a light purple wall. Closer to the camera, there is a cluttered desk the camera appears to be setting on.

Emily- Hello people and any dogs, cats, hamsters, fish and/or birds that may be watching! I am Emily and the one hiding under the desk about to jump out is-

Maya- *jumps out from under the desk wearing a light blue dress and an orange jacket* And I'm Maya! *whispering to Emily* You ruined my entrance, you baka!

Emily- *whispering to Maya* I know. *turns back to the camera* Anyway, you guys gave us 10 likes on our last video to see if this is something we should do and now we must. Thanks y'all, and one other thing- Just to make sure you guys don't lose interest and we end up doing this for an empty audience, we want 7 likes on each video before another will be made. So if you want to see more, like this video *mumbles* I sound like a YouTuber... oh noooo... *goes back to talkng* and once there is 7 likes we will try to make another video ASAP. As long as there are 7 likes there should be a video about once a week if there are no complications or problems. With that out of the way... There isn't much more to talk about except- wait- no. Nope times nope to the power of no plus aw hel-

Maya- We could talk about the upcoming dance at school.

Emily- *groans* Fine. Isn't much to talk about, there is a dance. I am not interested in going nor have a date. Only way I would willingly go is for snacks.

Maya- Didn't you get assigned DJ as a job for the dance?

Emily- I said WILLINGLY go. The school is forcing me to come. Making me DJ though... bad decision... *looks evil* I'm gonna make their ears bleed with Black Sabbath and System of a Down at full volume... maybe some Disturbed...

Maya- You know they won't allow that, they would only allow you to play pop and house music probably.

Emily- *beep*!

Maya- EMILY!

Emily- It's not like they haven't heard it before. But there goes anything good about the dance besides food. What job did you get stuck with?

Maya- I volunteered to help set it up so I didn't get a job.

Emily- Lucky. So you're just gonna be alone there while I am at the DJ booth? Or are you not going?

Maya- Actually... I have a date.

Emily- Sorry, what was that?

Maya- ... *inhales deeply and exhales deeply* I. Have. A date.

Emily- *curious* Really? And who is this date?

Maya- You don't know them. But you'll see.

Emily- *curiosity turns into skepticism* Uh-huh. Anyway. See you guys in the next video, make sure to press the like button to find out who Maya's imaginary date is!

Maya- They aren't imaginary!

Emily- BAIIIIII!!!

Video ends.

Hey guys! How did you like the first official chapter of The Vlog of Emily Grace? Please like the chapter for me to continue! Also this obviously takes place where the coronavirus does not exist since they still have school. Also, should I keep the title this way or change it back to Story instead of Vlog and say Book 2 instead? Vote on the poll!

Original The Story of Emily Grace prologue

Sun, 03 May 2020 17:29:32 +0000

I was doing a redraw challenge of Emily Grace (go to KidzNet to see the drawings) and I found the very first time I started writing about Emily. This was a while ago when I still had called it My Story, which was a bit before I started writing it on KidzTalk, when it had a different plot (and the other plot ended up collapsing, so I tried again with the same characters). Some things are a little different and might not match up with the current version, but feel free to read!

My Story prologue.

I was 14, lying on my bed sketching, when i heard it. Nothing before then could have been better, i had a good life, plenty of friends, good grades, a good life at home. But everything changed, from the moment I was sketching to when I heard the gunshots, then the screams, then the eerie silence, then the footsteps drawing closer. That's when I saw his face with the ugly scar going from above his left eye to under his right. I felt a pain in y arm and everything faded. I woke up in a hospital, not knowing how I got there. "Where are my mom and dad?" I asked. No one replied in the hospital with anything other than a sad look. That's when I knew, my parents, died, murder. I didn't say anything else, i knew I couldn't say anything without sobs. Instead I went into deep thought, wondering what would happen. I didn't know my godmother at the time, nor if I had one, but I do, or I did. It's kinda funny how you can have everything one moment, then have nothing the next. I found out my house had burned down while I was in the hospital. Everything was gone.

Preview of possible Emily Grace continuation.

Tue, 28 Apr 2020 22:14:09 +0000

The video starts with two girls on the screen. One girl with medium length black hair, a black and white hoodie patterned with heart-eyed skulls, jeans, and a scar going from above her left eyebrow to under her right eye. The other girl had long brown hair to her waist, dark brown eyes, wearing a green dress and a turquoise cat-eared headband. Behind them was a light purple wall with a poster saying "Flarf H8" on it and a blue and white polka dot chair.

Scarred Girl- Is this thing on?

Cat Girl- I think so, I see the little light.

Scarred Girl- Huh? Where?

Cat Girl- Right there, *points to camera*

Scarred Girl- Oh I see it, wait... Oh hello! Didn't see ya there, literally *laughs a small nervous laugh*

Cat Girl- *rolls her eyes.*

Scarred Girl- *looks at Cat Girl and mouths for her to shut it.*

Scarred Girl- Anyway, hello to everyone watching, and welcome to my vlog! I'm Emily I made this because one of my therapists recommended getting my thoughts down in a diary, and I'm too lazy to write, so I made this little vlog instead.

Cat Girl- And I'm Maya. *small wave*

Emily- Oh yeah, this is the random stalker that came into my house for some reason.

Maya- *hits Emily lightly and laughs*

Emily- *laughing too* Just kidding, she's my alien kidnapper who brought me to planet Vizi-

Maya- *hits her a little harder still laughing*

Emily- OK OK OK, *laughs*. This is my best friend, Maya.

Maya- *smiles sweetly*

Emily- Don't be fooled by that sweet smile, she'll tie you up in her basement.

Maya and Emily- *laughing*

Maya- *attempts to slap her gently but is laughing too much to land a hit* Shut up...

Emily- NUUU!!! NEVER!!! REEEEEE!!!!

Emily and Maya- *continue laughing until the laughter dies down, then they look at each other and break out in laughter again until it dies down again*

Emily- Anyway, just a starting video, if this does well hopefully there will be more to come! Like our video and if it gets 10 likes we will continue! Stay cool you internet nerds, Emily and Maya out!

Writing Competition!✍

Thu, 26 Mar 2020 10:15:35 +0000

A writing competition is coming up!All you have to do, is write a story, and post it in the comment section below.It could be as weird and as wacky as you want!All competitors to enter their story in before 11th April 2020.The winner will get a gold certificate (and for example if you are jellyfishlover, there would be a jellyfish on it)and the second and third places will be awarded with silver and bronze ones.The winner will be announced on the 13th April (right after Easter).

By Super Awesome Space Kitten

Greek Gods and Goddesses Story

Sun, 16 Feb 2020 19:08:45 +0000

So, I’ve been thinking about starting a story about Greek gods. Only problem is, I can’t figure out 1. Where to set the story and 2. What the antagonist should be named. What do you think?

Why Kidzsearch Stands Out From It's Competitors - NEW ARTICLE COMING SOON TO THE KS MAG

Sat, 15 Feb 2020 01:33:19 +0000

Here's a sneak peek at our cover for this featured article. Notice Kidzsearch'sa logo in the spotlight.

My Poetry

Tue, 11 Feb 2020 17:20:35 +0000

Would anyone like to read any of my poems? I think I have some good ones. Should I post them?

Story

Wed, 22 Jan 2020 15:19:39 +0000

I am writing a short story with characters from Fairy Tale Reform School, Royal Academy rebels, and Keeper of the Lost Cities. Should I post it on here?

New Kidztalk Theme Grace The Big Screen -KIDZSEARCH MAGAZINE FEATURED ARTICLE

Mon, 13 Jan 2020 16:19:26 +0000

ALSO AVAILABLE ON OUR MAGAZINE WEBSITE with this link: https://kidsweekly.blogspot.com/2020/01/new-themes-grace-kidzsearchs-kidztalk.html

Kidzsearch has recently invested a lot of new features and themes into its kidztalk product. They have made a new feature that actually allows users to change the theme and look of the website. Gone is the candy theme that grace the screens of kidztalk users for over 5 years. In its place is the snow flat theme. Of course registered users can change back in their profiles. New options include the Pixel N Grain theme, the popular Muffin theme, the new default Snow Flat theme, the classic theme, and of course the original elegant responsive theme and candy theme.

How to switch?

Users can switch themes easily in their profiles. Of course only registered users can do so. If you want to get an account but don't know how, check out our Guide to kidztalk article.

Problems

Users are complaining that the Snow flat theme is not very mobile friendly. Parts of the page are cut off on mobile devices, and an annoying “ask question” button sits right on the top of the feed.

Conclusion

Kidzsearch disclosed the change in this announcement . They said that more themes are planned for us to use in the future.

Authors Note:

Kidztalk uses an open source software platform, question2answer.org. They bought a ton of new themes from their q2a market for our enjoyment. Question2answer is easy to install and I encourage you to do so. Here’s my q2a site: http://lickety.org/qa/.

Themes Examples:

Dark Mode (Pixel n Grain - desktop and tablets)

Muffin (Desktop and all devices. Offers Dark/Light Mode settings)

Snowflat (Default for desktop and all devices)

Classic (desktop and tablets)

Elegant Responsive (Works on all devices)

Candy (original desktop theme)

Poetry contest

Fri, 22 Nov 2019 01:00:58 +0000

I started a poetry competition and it has finished but there weren't enough entries. I have decided to extend the competition.

You have until the 6th of december to enter.

Details are here https://www.kidzsearch.com/questions/50058/poetry-contest

It says 15th of November, but ignore that. You have until 6th december.

Have fun!

Short Story Contest

Mon, 11 Nov 2019 23:06:29 +0000

Hey guys! I’m making a short story contest.

Topic: Fantasy/Adventure

Rules: Nothing too gory, no mature themes, no cussing, and basically follow the KS rules.

Due date: December 20^th, 2019, although I may start judging earlier, depending on how many entries I get.

What to do: 1. Write a short story, usually 1-3 pages long. It must all fit in one post.

2. Post it on KidzTalk using the #artistgirl tag, and put the link in the comments of this post. If on KN, also use the hashtag.

3. Cross your fingers and hope to win!

Prizes: First place: a writing request, an art request, and a shout out in my KN bio.

Second place: a shout out in my bio and an art or writing request.

Third place: a shout out in my bio.

Good luck!

✘Short Story Collection✘

Mon, 11 Nov 2019 08:31:37 +0000

(all my me)

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It was a golden swan that hummed above the caramel setting and sun drips of honey dew, bright green leaves that shuttered at the swan’s orange feet that stumbled across the heated rocks, squawking and squealing at the little white fluff at the end of the now vastly moving bank. Water came over the swan’s toes as she hovered over to her little small feathered baby. The mother and son both squeaked and cried, now the mother grabbed the baby as red fish that’s gales sparkled in the now setting sun circled the little baby. As the swan drove her grime nail in the baby, his beak was shut as she put him in a warm nest with white feathers and blue orbs with dots over it. He cuddled them, now safe in the warm nest as his mother put her neck down, rubbing against him as he flapped his little wings. Her cries now laughter, almost as if she said, “You are home now!”

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It was as if the blue day that shuttered anyone who talked happily made it any better, the song of the east, the bread falling swiftly on the platter as it made a drooping noise as it mixed with the yolk. “Ye people don’t know how to do it here…” Said the scruffy, old pale man with his trousers pulled up and beard untouched and frizzed. His blue orbs looked down, taking one silver knife and cutting a thin piece, now releasing a groan of hatred towards the blandness of the food. “…I didn’t have this back at where I lived…” he scoffed, now his wrinkled and baby soft skin got up from the excuse of a table. Even then, the old farmer didn’t seem pleased with the mountain view out of the window; and most importantly not the lights that looked much like fire fly’s. How he missed fire fly’s. and then the cars honked, way down from five-story place was taxi’s, he didn’t see this where he lived. Oh no, he hasn’t seen this. (sorry for the different font)

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Ugh. Even the sided cotton by the window seemed displaced, and the window seemed like a mirror, the planes of free land that you could go over for hours, and the horses and cows that neighed constantly, now walking over to the poor young man, coughing and whimpering at the walls of it all; it seemed it didn’t have an end. The yellow fields and the grains falling in the lawn, the peaceful of nothing and the ringing noise in the back of his head, the way he rubbed his slender hands across his short black hair didn’t seem nice. But he was told by the old bearded man this was better, and the suggestion last time didn’t snap down the case, seemed he was happier? Must have been, it was less of the thrill here. Even the toast, which was crispy, he had made himself and taken the eggs from bottom of the hens. Oh, how he missed the city lights, now just a replica of it was fire fly’s…icy globes now moving to the coffee machine brewing as it gulped, now continuing and making everything less quiet, quiet wasn’t peace to the young man. “Steady now rover…” he said, replicating the old man’s happy voice, imagining him drunk with a cigar in his mouth while eating everything he could imagine. “Steady…” (related to the last)

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The long pink stick like thing moved steadily down the sewers, it stunk tediously, and the rat chirped as it looked around, grimy nails hooked on a ledge as it sniffed, it’s eyes black as night as it scanned the dark area. Even then, all the rat’s life it had lived down in the green, dark sewers, fear trembled over it as it’s voice went weak and trembled. Almost as if it smelled something as it’s whiskers twitched, flimsy and quivering did it run over the moss and green water so quickly the air couldn’t take grasp as it skipped. “He’s coming! He’s coming!” The rat bellowed through the sewer and the gorge on the ground as water spiked the rat, as it twitched more. Even more rats hear it’s cries, now running over from all corners, following the rat who screamed this repeatedly. Now, they repeated this verdict like a choir. Here and now, the grim cellar had shaken like an earth quake to the little ones as they hushed, looking in all directions before being so still their bones froze like they was dead. At this juncture something bawled a name all too familiar, something that made each and everyone of them run and leave their skins stuck to the green goo.

↡( First attempts, 841 words in total and I wrote this as Las Vegas )