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by Cannot think of a name » Wed Apr 08, 2020 3:20 am
by Philjia » Wed Apr 08, 2020 3:27 am
by The Archregimancy » Wed Apr 08, 2020 6:36 am
by The Archregimancy » Wed Apr 08, 2020 7:15 am
Dumb Ideologies 1 wrote:The attendant sighed as the faulty coin-pusher scattered its contents around the arcade in a spray of legal tender shrapnel; was this what the fortune-teller meant when she told him change was in the air?
Dumb Ideologies 2 wrote:The dream long fought for had been realised, one people, one nation, one ruler, eighty-seven genders, but one question remained - what was the correct term of address for a feminine-leaning non-binary pansexual wolfkin absolute ruler of colour?
Piraccas wrote:We are creatures in tune with vibration: music, violent motions of the Earth, touches serene and ardent; it is these vibrations that massage the essence of our beings into peace- we shake things off- so it is these harmonic and physical oscillations that lead me to so very firmly believe that there is great healing power in twerking.
Cannot think of a name wrote:Gravel, it turned out, was a terrible substitute for toilet paper.
Hurdergaryp wrote:With the aftertaste of lima beans and cheap gin still lingering in the back of her mouth, she screamed at the top of her lungs "No Longer Shall We Be Forced To Remain In The House Of The Lord, FOREVER!" in a surprisingly deep baritone voice, while struggling to undo the straps of her season-appropriate lederhosen.
Bombadil wrote:D.I Max Strength dragged on his cigarette like he was sucking the last of the petrol out of a tank, his craggy eyes peered through warm rain that drizzled down like vinaigrette on a salad as he waited for the lady to return, a lady who both excited and frightened him, the combination of reward and hurt of a hot currry, like the best sort of sex.
Forsher wrote:As the heavenly bodies rose in the East, casting their gloried light over a rolling plain resplendent with the life of spring and the labour of the goodly creatures, from the littlest bee to the galloping horses, the armies that brought chaos, war and suffering to half a continent heaved and bellowed in a foetid stench of man, beast and metal, unaware of their impending destruction; for, as the armies stilled, that golden host crested the western hill, glittering in their fine satin underwear and gleaming with silver charm bracelets.
Czechostan wrote:Fireworks exploding before my eyes, steel drumsticks pounding at my ears, as my inert body acrobatically glided across the room, I began to reflect that he was not referring to a foreign culinary dish when he offered me a "knuckle sandwich."
An Alan Smithee Nation wrote:After centuries of deliberation by the finest ovine minds, the sheep General was finally ready to announce the plan for the conquest of Britain to the assembled woolly horde - "First we take Prestatyn, then we take King's Lynn".
Pax Nerdvana wrote:The crusty, weather beaten, old sailor sat at the bar, drinking whisky after whisky; because his spinach had failed him, so he sat there muttering something about "I yam no longer what I yam."
The Free Joy State wrote:There are stories that sweep into a stirring crescendo until well-timed measures fade to linger like the haunting refrain of a tremulous piccolo, stories that grip the gut with tears and terrors so the palms leak voluble sweat, there are stories that carry you along like a passionate tango and thrill your heart with anticipation –- this is not one of those stories.
Dumb Ideologies wrote:Bob was a male human of indeterminate age, brown-haired, small nosed, brown-eyed, of more or less average build, and this is the life story of his breakfast.
The Free Joy State wrote:"The mewling, mutating rampallian wretch wrought nought but wretchedness upon me," wailed the chic yet bleak girl in a pique, pressing fey hand upon her cheek; an unlucky girl, she’d be in a whirl for charmers who’d take all but her memories, but Fred Dredd -- who delivered bread -- took those and reduced her to beggary.
Infected Mushroom wrote:A tale of mistake and folly will follow in which the moral of the said tale may aptly be summarized as follows: that in the present day and age, the century being the twenty-first, it must be said, and with absolute unequivocal authoritative tone, that a true hero and man of success isn’t measured by the strength of one’s muscles nor by the size and vivacity of one’s heart of passion; rather, the subtle degrees of one's heroism and valor are rightly and appropriately accounted for by the total size and content of one’s wallet, the height, constitution, and fortitude of one’s yatch, and by the total metaphorical volume of true wisdom and technical skill one has acquired through the playing of that game the gods call League of Legends.
The Free Joy State wrote:Dear Reader, I shall recount the tempestuous night when the poor came (for this is a Victorian novel, where “the poor” are often a morass in cloth caps and shawls) wailing of a murderer; alas, Baron Hardiwhistle -- a stiff-legged pug-nosed man with bulging belly and striped dress-shirt -– was paying court and I desired an advantageous match (as Papa lost both money and sanity to his chocolate-bunny farm), so I bolted the window for silence, but (aye me) as the sneering Baron reached for the large adze concealed down his trousers, I suspected our love may be ill-fated.
Cekoviu wrote:As morning church bells rang in the distance, Logan Paul gazed in wonderment upon his barely-awake bedmate's supple form, entranced by her hirsute, yet inescapably feminine, breasts and the cold clarity of her slightly curled tarsal claws -- he knew not what fate was about to befall them as a fleet of cubic black vessels invisibly descended from the heavens.
Pax Nerdvana wrote:The old weather beaten farmer stared at the crater in his field that had been left by the crashing of an ovoid object that was glowing a deep orange; he compared it to an apple.
Piraccas wrote:The scene was totes legit and Instagrammable, the kind of thing you'd see on Pinterest but never in real life, so I was forreals like "bruh" when the tree my aunt/sister was posing next to came to life and ripped her open with a spray of red like I'd just stepped on a Taco Bell hot sauce packet.
Xmara wrote:John Smith ensconced himself on the nanoscopic, adamantine, ligneous, mahogany settle in the capacious, marmoreal judicature quarters, experiencing copious apprehension as he awaited the egregious, yet exiguous inculpations instituted against him by the constabulary: first degree thesaurus abuse.
Shamhnan Insir wrote:Such was my state of utterly nebulous confusion regarding the matter in hand, the ice cube had time to change its material form and begin dripping from my fingers like frigid tears.
Forsher wrote:The faux-wood of the pathway caught Joan's attention; none of it was like anything she'd experienced before, not the ice-cold death grip on her attention, not the incredible realism of the multi-polymer recycled material and certainly not the intellectual resonance of the puzzle: how had Google known she'd be so engrossed by a few slats of fake wood she'd slowly starve to death, unable to look away?
Cannot think of a name wrote:Tied to the engine of a runaway train rushing towards an unmanned train coming the other way, Tim suddenly felt a need to apologize to his math teachers.
by Farnhamia » Wed Apr 08, 2020 11:36 am
by Ethel mermania » Wed Apr 08, 2020 11:41 am
Farnhamia wrote:Seeing her name not on the list of finalists in the Second NSG Bulwer-Lytton Competition, Farn tore the brochure into very small pieces. She nearly threw them into the air but thought, "No, no, that would be childish and I am a Moderator, after all." Halfway to the paper recycling bin, however, she muttered, "Fuck it" and did just that.
by Voxija » Wed Apr 08, 2020 12:42 pm
Farnhamia wrote:Seeing her name not on the list of finalists in the Second NSG Bulwer-Lytton Competition, Farn tore the brochure into very small pieces. She nearly threw them into the air but thought, "No, no, that would be childish and I am a Moderator, after all." Halfway to the paper recycling bin, however, she muttered, "Fuck it" and did just that.
by Shamhnan Insir » Wed Apr 08, 2020 1:06 pm
Ethel mermania wrote:Farnhamia wrote:Seeing her name not on the list of finalists in the Second NSG Bulwer-Lytton Competition, Farn tore the brochure into very small pieces. She nearly threw them into the air but thought, "No, no, that would be childish and I am a Moderator, after all." Halfway to the paper recycling bin, however, she muttered, "Fuck it" and did just that.
What she said, except change farn to Ethel and substitute instigator for moderator, jesus this feels like my job
Otherwise. A difficult series of choices. Well poorly done people.
Darwinish Brentsylvania wrote:Shamhnan Insir started this wonderful tranquility, ALL PRAISE THE SHEPHERD KING
by The Archregimancy » Wed Apr 08, 2020 2:42 pm
Farnhamia wrote:Seeing her name not on the list of finalists in the Second NSG Bulwer-Lytton Competition, Farn tore the brochure into very small pieces. She nearly threw them into the air but thought, "No, no, that would be childish and I am a Moderator, after all." Halfway to the paper recycling bin, however, she muttered, "Fuck it" and did just that.
by Northwest Slobovia » Wed Apr 08, 2020 2:48 pm
Voxija wrote:Farnhamia wrote:Seeing her name not on the list of finalists in the Second NSG Bulwer-Lytton Competition, Farn tore the brochure into very small pieces. She nearly threw them into the air but thought, "No, no, that would be childish and I am a Moderator, after all." Halfway to the paper recycling bin, however, she muttered, "Fuck it" and did just that.
The same.
Northwest Slobovia wrote:"It was a dark and stormy night ... that the pen is mightier than the s-word.
by Farnhamia » Wed Apr 08, 2020 3:14 pm
The Archregimancy wrote:Farnhamia wrote:Seeing her name not on the list of finalists in the Second NSG Bulwer-Lytton Competition, Farn tore the brochure into very small pieces. She nearly threw them into the air but thought, "No, no, that would be childish and I am a Moderator, after all." Halfway to the paper recycling bin, however, she muttered, "Fuck it" and did just that.
One sentence, Farn. One sentence.
by Hurdergaryp » Wed Apr 08, 2020 3:22 pm
by Forsher » Wed Apr 08, 2020 3:41 pm
by Hurdergaryp » Wed Apr 08, 2020 4:51 pm
Forsher wrote:Hurdergaryp wrote:That's quite the handicap when it comes to competitions such as these, also it won't exactly help you if you hope to get a job in the White House.
Covfefe.
I have a question... can we vote for ourselves? Because my entry appears to need the additional help. Although, in truth, I think there's a clear front runner and it's not my most successful sentence. But I desire bragging rights!
And man am I so glad that I extended it... originally it was just going to be: the golden host crested the hill, glittering in their fine satin underwear and gleaming with silver charm bracelets.
by Bombadil » Wed Apr 08, 2020 5:18 pm
Farnhamia wrote:Seeing her name not on the list of finalists in the Second NSG Bulwer-Lytton Competition, Farn tore the brochure into very small pieces. She nearly threw them into the air but thought, "No, no, that would be childish and I am a Moderator, after all." Halfway to the paper recycling bin, however, she muttered, "Fuck it" and did just that.
by Cekoviu » Wed Apr 08, 2020 5:19 pm
Bombadil wrote:Just throwing this out there, has anyone considered requiring monetary payment for votes to ensure they're more meaningful.. I haven't thought of a word for this system but I'm pretty sure it will work.Farnhamia wrote:Seeing her name not on the list of finalists in the Second NSG Bulwer-Lytton Competition, Farn tore the brochure into very small pieces. She nearly threw them into the air but thought, "No, no, that would be childish and I am a Moderator, after all." Halfway to the paper recycling bin, however, she muttered, "Fuck it" and did just that.
'It's the taking part that counts' was always a lie.
by Hurdergaryp » Wed Apr 08, 2020 5:20 pm
Bombadil wrote:Just throwing this out there, has anyone considered requiring monetary payment for votes to ensure they're more meaningful.. I haven't thought of a word for this system but I'm pretty sure it will work.Farnhamia wrote:Seeing her name not on the list of finalists in the Second NSG Bulwer-Lytton Competition, Farn tore the brochure into very small pieces. She nearly threw them into the air but thought, "No, no, that would be childish and I am a Moderator, after all." Halfway to the paper recycling bin, however, she muttered, "Fuck it" and did just that.
'It's the taking part that counts' was always a lie.
by Bombadil » Wed Apr 08, 2020 5:21 pm
Hurdergaryp wrote:Bombadil wrote:Just throwing this out there, has anyone considered requiring monetary payment for votes to ensure they're more meaningful.. I haven't thought of a word for this system but I'm pretty sure it will work.
'It's the taking part that counts' was always a lie.
Would that not be the same as buying votes? Oh well, as long as you're not proposing unchecked corruption, that should not be too much of a problem.
by Yohannes » Wed Apr 08, 2020 5:28 pm
by Samudera Darussalam » Wed Apr 08, 2020 5:31 pm
by South Ccanda » Wed Apr 08, 2020 5:52 pm
by Ethel mermania » Wed Apr 08, 2020 6:07 pm
Bombadil wrote:Just throwing this out there, has anyone considered requiring monetary payment for votes to ensure they're more meaningful.. I haven't thought of a word for this system but I'm pretty sure it will work.Farnhamia wrote:Seeing her name not on the list of finalists in the Second NSG Bulwer-Lytton Competition, Farn tore the brochure into very small pieces. She nearly threw them into the air but thought, "No, no, that would be childish and I am a Moderator, after all." Halfway to the paper recycling bin, however, she muttered, "Fuck it" and did just that.
'It's the taking part that counts' was always a lie.
by Forsher » Wed Apr 08, 2020 9:46 pm
Yohannes wrote:Voted for "Dumb Ideologies 1," because why not?
by The Archregimancy » Thu Apr 09, 2020 12:05 am
by Yohannes » Thu Apr 09, 2020 12:08 am
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