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Ely was walking through the mysterious forest, and he was scared. Very, scared. He had no idea where he was, but he knew how he had got here. It was a funny tale… But that was for another time, for now, Ely was focusing on the strange noises constantly coming from the forest surrounding him.

» Posted By Quentin On 05.14.2015 @ 1:52 pm


i had bad wound so i really need some stitches
but they hurt and i am afraid
afraid to either leave some typos or to cry
please reader, help me !

» Posted By Quentin On 10.14.2014 @ 12:00 pm


As the African poachers walked down the trails, the sound of birds, and insects were over head. The smell of dung and humidity ruined their noses

» Posted By Quentin On 10.16.2013 @ 3:37 am


It said to not think, and just write, so I’m not going to be writing about the word holder, because it requires thought. Today I went swimming, I like the pool and the sun, tomorrow I have band, and I want a class ring. Goodbye!

» Posted By Quentin On 07.24.2012 @ 3:49 pm


iron is fancy ironish materila it tastes really really really weird kinda like chicken iim talking like an ADHD kid weeeeeeee i love Iron its also a vitamin and its in cereal but it doesnt taste so good

» Posted By Quentin On 10.10.2011 @ 9:36 am


you have to prove something with trial. to you and the others

» Posted By quentin On 05.09.2010 @ 8:02 am


The banjo plays with a twanging drawl in the I can’t hear it anymore now it’s gone… where was that coming from? And now the steel tongue guitar slithers in from wherever it was, perhaps wherever the banjo left to, and now it’s a violin on silver waves, flowing in like tide and out like moonlight. Suddenly a harp, now, like moonlight in, and the banjo comes in with the sun.

» Posted By Quentin On 11.25.2009 @ 10:28 pm

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