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#WriteMoarStories At the Justice building, we are navigated through endless corridors. Lilibeth and I are separated into two small adjacent rooms.
I woke up, and the vixen was gone. Without warning, she had simply left. No thank-you, no apology, nothing. I checked outside. No sign of her. I growled and kicked the tree in despair.
If you listen closely On moonlit verandas You'll hear us calling For loved ones we miss, We'll send the choppers To bring you to our arms, The ones we adore Please do come, we insist.
"I'm leaving," I said, not bothering to listen to her distressed reply. I picked my rucksack from the floor and walked from the room.
Shaking myself, I read on. Each sordid detail of this house's inky past revealed before me...
Sitting down at the table I opened the boxes and began reading the letters, articles and reports...
@naaviie improv challenge I looked at myself in the mirror, trying to understand why my mother has so much distain for me. I have the same red curls as her, and the same big green eyes.
'It looks like a pile of crap now, but in a few months' time this pile of crap will be home sweet home. Hey, what am I talking about.
Herobrine kept running through the trees, groaning with exhaustion and disappointment. How could he have been so stupid. He had walked right into the invader's base, unnoticed.
Another spawning error. This one is relatively quick. I was walking around in a desert on survival (which is a rather bad thing to get yourself into), and found a cactus.
Damn it, I was so stupid this time. I was fooling about with Single Player Commands, and then irrationally decided to try and obtain a record. I switched my game mode to survival.
Completely random thought from my head. Basically a spy team obtains important information and celebrates while driving back to HQ. Spy 1 (not holding the steering wheel): We're on a roll, guys.
Just to let you know, from now on, this series will be called 'The Unloved Boy'. Enjoy. #WriteMoarStories I wake up with aching back muscles and searing pain where the whip lashed me.
A Parody of the Minecraft Adventures Part 1: Introduced to a Creeper It was daytime in the world of blocks as me and my mentor, Tom, strolled happily through a forest of green hills and rushing...
I had to find shelter to at least look after this vixen. There was no way she was dead. No way. I kept running, every step with a stronger purpose.
The Hooded Figure I woke up suddenly. It was eerily quiet. Pitch darkness surrounded me. I must've fallen asleep whilst waiting to kill. Great spy you are.
When you try and find the tag #WriteMoarStories what results do you get.
*Just a new idea for a story i came up with-there may be more parts to come. Any criticisms/improvement ideas would be greatly appreciated. Happy reading!* I walked into the tide.
What I am NOT celebrating:. 100 Opusses. Rank Increases. What I am celebrating:. 101 Opusses.
If you see a brilliant story just hanging around, suggest that the writer tag it with the great #WriteMoarStories to spread the word and get Opuss writing MOAR STORIES for EVEN MOAR ENJOYMENT!!.
I was walking home with pouring rain all around me, the murky puddles seeping through my shoes.
Poems are the abundant posts on Opuss - but we need more stories. Write, great Opussians, write more stories. Tag them with this to pass on the message. Repost if you want to spread the word.
Part One of the Opuss Battle Royale I stood at the brow of the hill, surveying the broken land beneath me.