Sandbox povestiri

Pictures of what I draw and some of the ones the app has! I do not own Sandbox! Cover photo is what the app looks like if you want to check it out. Some of these pictures I don't own either! Copyright belongs to the creators of these pixel art drawings.

A sandbox is often used for filling low areas and raising the elevation.

Next Story after Gmod Player X Kill La Kill

This will be a bunch of shorts that may stand alone or are explorations of characters, places, or plot points that may or may not end up in larger works. Basically, this is my writing playground where nothing has to make sense. Comments welcome! I will include some context if the piece is connected to another story.

There is nothing to be seen. Trapped in the infinate void, torn away from your life. Forced into a blocky body, floating in a dark, infinate space. As I open my eyes I ask myself many questions. Why would he do this to me? ME! His own brother! My blue pupils slowly shrinked away into the centre of my eyes. A cry of pain echoed through the void and my white eyes glowed brightyly, before I realised that the cry had came from myself. I looked at my pixel-covered hands as a tear dropped down my from my empty eyes. I....I will never forget....I.....will find a way....

learn in this guide all about growtopia

Twins Jessa and Snap were born into royalty, but in a modern world, they don't have much to do. Other than cause chaos, of course.

Parker Ashcroft's cutting-edge, borderline-supernatural therapy-Project Ghost Factor-restarts organ systems that should be biologically unrecoverable. Death. It's miracle medicine... and a perfect weapon. Black-market clans want it for battlefield resurrections; Ashcroft rivals want the patents; Parker's father wants control. Enter Katrina Wilson, raised by a mercenary clan father - is sent to surveil, then protect and ultimately steal Project Ghost Factor. Sparks, gunfire, espionage and a full on fire rages through this hour-by-hour breakdown for survival.

My name is Jaime Hue- and I have an issue...one that can't be solved with pills or potions. Maybe it's all part of being a teenager, and growing up with 'lozey-doevy' romance ideas throughout my childhood life. But, my issue is really eating at me- because I think about it from the moment I wake up, to the time my eyes shut for that day. And, my issue isn't an it- it's a 'him'.

From a forum site my character, Jesilyn was born. Here are the adventures that she goes through.

A short story about a child's imagination.

There's a small group of people and they're all Minecraft fans. One day they get sucked into the Minecraft World. Their mission is to survive. Will they be able to survive?

My youtube channel

This is where I practice writing and art