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Here you can post little drafts of part of your stories/fanfics! You can also post any links to your stories on websites, such as Quotev, Wattpad, e.t.c. You can also ask for ideas/help for your stories. Also any concept art!

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[PincerClaw420]

I don't really have a story yet, so have a quote instead

"The world is full of mysteries, such as the first name of Mr. Bean. Some of them are fun to solve, others necessary, while many are best kept as secrets. This one fits the last category I mentioned." -Claudia Whisker, CEO of Whiskar, after hearing about Larry The Cucumber's obsession to eat raw meat with ketchup, 10 days before giving birth to Ronald Whisker, the first president born in Antarctica, who successfully managed to rename America "McDonalds".

[Kira.APK]

this is a story i will be able to work on when school starts (on thursday)

[Kira.APK]

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1H3gGENwkTM0ql7DMCP-K45uG1kiCv7_F1SdfM_xxJvc/edit

[PincerClaw420]

Just a little something I quickly made and will probably never finish, open to criticism

"Finally."

Fingers twitched as the fishing rod was slowly pulled back, along with the fish it had managed to catch. The moon shone off the fish's scales as it was thrown into a wooden bucket. A calming tune played as the fisherman's phone rang, the sound, for whatever reason, sending a shiver down his spine.

A sigh escaped his lungs, caused by a particularly tricky fish that had finally given up. Skin still crawling, the boy decided to instead focus on the weather.

Growing up, he had always loved the night, especially with how it was always so very quiet and unknown. As a result, his eyes had adjusted well to the darkness, meaning it was unlikely someone could easily sneak past him while staying in the shadows. That wasn't the reason he was fishing without supervision, though.

Neither was the cold yet calming wind, which, while it sent as much shivers to his spine as the phone calls he was receiving at the moment, it also cooled his limbs (and anger). The creature adored the way it blew into his face, the sound it made when it neared his ears, and how it would rattle his hair.

What he didn't like was the true reason he was out in the middle of the night. He would never admit, and if he did he would live the rest of his days regretting that decision (along with everything else). Looking up at the sky, the child shuddered and quickly looked down, the starry night reminding him of something upsetting.

He suddenly heard a different sound, a notification. Peering at the phone, there was, indeed, not a tab stating that he had a bijillion missed phone calls, but instead a notification sharing that he had received voicemail.