Fork Cult hey can this die, please, thanks.

lol
Mine is of my cat Bramble ;u; i's luvs mi bby

So cute ~3~ I love cats! <3

I have four, i just caught him at the right moment and boom, new profile.

bOOM

yeah

HE EXPLODED
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAhahaha…….. sobs

Oh my gosh im so out of it rn. I'm sorry im usually soberer than this.
JUST
ENERGY DRINKZ

0.o

Are you okay? Your new frien feels genuine concern

coughs Sorry, I've been busy all day and I just finished my energy drink. I should be okay now. Nothin new.

Ok. Just making sure. ^~^

ooh I should make popcorn and continue atttempting to write

Ehh, i got demotivated when someone qeustioned my whole plot over a question and i was like "I didn't ASK you for something like that. I ALREADY have someone hiding a loss to a MENTAL state. I don't NEED this."
Than they go and say after i tell them how their answer would mess up my whole plot, politely.
"Ah, flesh it out. I cant write it for you."
ME- "I NEVER WANTED YOU TO WRITE IT FOR ME OMG. I Was JUST SEEING THE DIFFERENT WAYS TO TELL A PARENT THEIR CHILD DIEDD."

I can't touch google docs rn becus of it….

Ohhh noOOOOOO THAT'S TERIRIBLE

NOt being sarcastic that's heckin terrible boo

sighs You can see it yourself here. Don't comment on it to boot it back up, pls.
https://www.notebook.ai/forum/general-chat/answer-this-pls

I acted all calm but on the inside.

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOO sobs

Bruh, wow. That's awful. You were just trying to help and… wow…

I know….

Hugs Connie It's okay boo. Don let dis stop you from writing. Writing is a bootiful thing, and no one will get in da way of dat. -~-

hugs back Thank yu. ;u; I just can't find motivation anymore… I'm gonna try to write Embers death, or somethin. I'll still be online tho.

But that last remark felt like i was stabbed in the chest.
It hurt…
SO MUCH….
I dont like asking things of people.
I still feel it bleeding…

Smiles up at I will help it stop bleeding then, because I am good new frien. You don't let those mother hekers get in the way of art. You go write as much DEATH GORE or ANYTHING ELSE that you may like to write. ^~^ Gives Connie the thumbs up You go!

Thank u again. So far its trash and i dont know exactly how i want Ember to die…
Ehhh, i cant write action.

I can help! I love writing action! If you'd like, I can share a little scene from something I wrote that's AcTION PACKED

Of course, it's in my words, and I'm just helping ^~^ And I will absolutely explain (and accept criticism)

YAH!! I NEED DIS

(I'm good with magic systems and complicated dynamics, if u need help with that in the future.)

OKAY! So It's called The Hitman's Intentions And the main character is somoene i'm eventually going to add to my character list. His name's Cameron, and he's a hot peperoini hitman

ALrightyyyyy Right beloooowww

Cyan wanted the death to be loud, clean but brutal, and the best part: public. Cameron wanted to stretch out before he had to set up; so he started running across the concrete platform enjoying the smooth pumping motions in his thighs, his heart beating to continue supplying oxygen to his toned body, and of course the force of the ground hitting the bottoms of his feet. He enjoyed his speed and strength more than he ever has before, leaping over the gaps in between the buildings with apparent ease, inhaling breaths of air into his new lungs. The smell of gasoline brought him back to the present, however. He stopped dead; this was the building that he would (illegally) kill his first victim in over ten years. He recognized this with a wide smile. This was exhilarating! He could feel the blood pounding in his ears as he unclipped his rifle from his chest, and set up. Putting the bullets in, cocking the gun, and aiming for the area the car of the mayor will roll under in approximately ten minutes. People of the town crowded around chanting, “Change this town! Rid the crime! Come Mayor Pine, change us all into noblemen!”
Ten exhilarating minutes passed, and by the screams of the crowd, the mayor was approaching. His car eventually came into view. Cameron aimed over the heads of the people and Mayor Pine’s beautiful wife and held his breath. Cameron calmed his beating heart and pulled the trigger. The bullet glided through the air silently and quickly, piercing the Mayor on the side of his head, cracking the skull, through the brain, and out the other side. The poor people to the right of the Mayor got sprayed in his brains.
Cameron scrambled up, keeping himself from laughing at the people’s reaction. The people to the left of the now dead Mayor were screaming and looking around, signaling to Cameron to flee. Fast. The fleeting mirth of adrenaline encharging. Killing felt good. Cameron, for one, had forgotten how good it felt. He smiled down at the screaming people, the dead Mayor (the symbol of change), his screaming, gorgeous wife, and the scarred teens and children Cameron could see in the crowd.

I'm a very young writer (in high school) and I think dis is purty good if I say so myself

Hunny we have 11-year-olds on here. I'm in middle school. We're all over the place on this site.
That was great! Just mine is a multi-pov first person, urban fantasy story with swords and daggers and such.
I liked it, and i'll see what i can get from it to help. Mines a little more fast-paced, but that's fine.

(OH Dude, I'm going into High school next year, I'm actually just in 8th grade lol) Thank you! I really hope that helped, and plus, action, from my experience, only depends on BUILDUP. As I did with Mr. Cameroooini you can see that I built up with describing the area and his body (wiggles thine eyebrows)

(I"m going into 8th, lol. Build up is a good way to do it. Thank you.
But rn im distracted with my first anime sooo)

(8th? Are you taking Algebra?)

(Precalculus.)