owlmac

Ahaha sooooo I just posted a new chapter of Progress of Adolescents. Sorry for the sloppy writing style (it's not how I usually write) but this story is more of a writing exercise for me.  Anyways, I do hope you enjoy it! Incase some of you don't know, the characters are based off my friends.  I thought it'd be fun to make a story with all of us, although it's fiction. But that doesn't mean that if you don't know them, you won't be able to get the plot, because it's totally not related to any inside jokes or anything.  Okay well I hope you like it :)

owlmac

Ahaha sooooo I just posted a new chapter of Progress of Adolescents. Sorry for the sloppy writing style (it's not how I usually write) but this story is more of a writing exercise for me.  Anyways, I do hope you enjoy it! Incase some of you don't know, the characters are based off my friends.  I thought it'd be fun to make a story with all of us, although it's fiction. But that doesn't mean that if you don't know them, you won't be able to get the plot, because it's totally not related to any inside jokes or anything.  Okay well I hope you like it :)

owlmac

I just posted a new story I wrote for English class called "This is a Snowglobe" in the spirit of Christmas!  I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas, a happy Hanukkah, and a fantastic New Year!  Thanks for sticking with me this long!  I love you all!

owlmac

Here's a sneak peek of my 1st story of GummyBear Short Stories Book 2!  Tell me what you you think (P.s. SPOILER it's not GummyBear's point of view if youre confused)
          
             “He’s been waiting for ages.  I keep telling him it’s not his fault, but he doesn’t listen.  Even when the nurses tell him he’s not allowed in-because he’s not blood related-he just sits in that stiff, cold chair, his head hung low and his fingers twitching with anxiety.  I visit him every day, although he’s not the one who is in the hospital.  Technically, yes, he is, but I mean…not like you’d think.  He’s just there.  He doesn’t even know her and he’s there.  He’s just sitting there.  And he won’t even talk to me.  I keep trying to put myself in his shoes, to see what he saw, to feel what he felt, but it just doesn’t come.  I want to know what happened.”
             “Tell me what you remember of the night it did happen.”
             “What I remember,” a snort escaped me, and I heaved a sigh to calm myself down.  “It was only a night ago, officer, I remember everything.”
             “Then please, enlighten me.”
             I shook my head, an exasperated smirk on my face, recalling the events of that night with clear detail that stung the tips of my mind with all my bewilderment and desperation I’d grasped within the past 28 hours.  I looked up at the police officer sitting in front of me, his hands gripping the table with his knuckles white as paper and maybe just as rough as one.  “Why not?” I mumbled, and began to recite the memories that were burning to get out…to be figured out….

owlmac

Yay!  so like i updated today!  my 7th story for gummybear short stories!  i hope you all like it!  If you do, i hope you tell other fans of totally bubbly, and if you want more, go to cheesecake's short stories and cupcake's short stories because they both updated today too!  omg aren't you proud of all of us?

owlmac

Yay!  Ive had time to write and now im almost done with the 7th story of the gummybear short stories!  Here's a sneak peek!  
          
             The man sat on the throne.  My throne, he thought.  He was the most worthy, was he not?  The walls of the castle had bent to his will, filling with a dark essence that overpowered any gold, green, or brown that had previously been painted.  The walls seemed to move with the sky outside, it’s cloud-like texture moving ever so slightly, gliding through the room and surrounding the man with a frigid touch that pleased him.  
             He shifted in the broken, black seat, though he knew it was gold underneath the Dark skin that crusted it from anyone’s vision.  The throne, the only object he could not truly disguise from its past, with a shimmering color that would not change according to most worthy.  It always stayed the same, and he realized if he could not convert it physically, he could do it mentally.  And so he did using a simple mind Allusion so as to seem that the throne had bowed before him in his glory.
             This got him thinking- what if the walls had also not changed?  What if they were just shrouded by the Dark Magic that had entered the vicinity as he had claimed territory of the castle?

Just_A_FAYZ

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Just_A_FAYZ

@owlmac -status- Ja, Mister Tortilla Mann, ich habe einige Fragen an Sie! Können Sie bitte sterben? Ihre Möglichkeiten sind a) oder b ja) ja! Welche wählen Sie? Sie haben eine fünfzig prozentige Chance, es richtig! aber zuerst, melden Sie das Papier. Es ist zu diesem Zeitpunkt völlig unerlässlich.

owlmac

omg kitty, that paper im just like no thank you i just wont ask questions i guess cuz i dont want to sign no paper
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DawsmoStories

hurray for google translate!
            
            btw- agreed
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