I'm feeling coarse and worn

I don't feel like formatting any of my posts, which is a first since I started formatting them in the first place. People are making me angry at the drop of a hat, even though I don't show it.

Post in here and I'll write a very short story about you.

It might be tragic, or something, or mean, or whatever. If I accidentally prick a psychological booboo, don't get offended.

 

Don't be bummed.

 

I was kidding about the Hunger Games :<

Feel better bud~

 

i really like short stories.

 

Well respected and known wherever he went, the one whose name was Britishism was a bright young man. He often traveled and spread his knowledge to others of the world and was hardly ever in a very bright mood. Know for being cynical, there were many who opposed his ways and his ideals, and for such, he was often unwelcome in smaller towns.

There had been one morning, while he was walking down the dirt path, that he found the unconscious body of a younger girl lying to the side, as if she had been tossed there. Both interested in the situation and worried, he quickly relocated her to the nearest house, though it was nearly a half a mile's walk.

Once he had explained what he knew about the girl, the man he had taken him to told him to sit down and have a drink. Britishism thought it a nice gesture and helped himself to the single glass of water that sat in the fridge.

Just a few minutes later, the girl he had found lying off the side of the road walked into the kitchen to see him slumped over at the table. The man, whose house he had brought her to, joined her.

"That takes care of him, for good."

yay for total crap

EDIT: Editting post for others

 

Go for it, make me a legend.

 

Shh, you'll be alright.

Maybe not using your post templates will help you calm down. Less effort that way.

 

Pretty great, Sax. And hope you feel better.

 

Good luck Sax. You're a tough one. You'll power through it, for your spirit is unbreakable.

 

There was once a legendary swordsman who went by the name of Hayabusa. Low and high, he traveled the country in search of foes to defeat, and in every place, his reputation preceded him. While he was used to being nearly undefeated, there were times where he was reminded that he was not all powerful.

All while he was traveling, there was a higher being with a more divine power who watched over him. In the world of the humans, although they liked to believe different, there truly was no such thing as free will. A higher power was assigned to to every million people at random, or perhaps according to their personality, or to the way they were designed. Hayabusa's 'Watcher' had been one of a short attention span, one who gained a bored mood rather quickly. Most of his humans were always doing something interesting, so that he may have a show to watch. It was never as if he had any particular interest in any of the humans he was in charge of, but every once in a while, he would pick one out.

Hayabusa eventually visited a smaller village, and upon his identity being discovered, was put up in one of the nicest places, where servants attended to him. In the time of his stay, several young men had come to challenge and learn from his skill, and learn and lose matches they did. It was one day, a very young boy, who could have not been more than ten years old, was sent by his very harsh father to learn a thing or two about 'being a man'. Hayabusa was very unsure of teaching anything to the boy, much less challenging him for anything, but did so any way as to not dishonor his father.

The divine being who watched over Hayabusa took this opportunity to amuse himself. During the training session, Hayabusa quickly found that the boy could barely hold a sword. Just moments later, a light tap to the shoulder was applied and the boy collapsed. It was declared that the boy was dead. Not too long after, a seppuku had been performed.

A god laughed.

yay for total crap

anyway i'll post the rest of them tomorrow when i have the time, and i promise this

 

SAXIMA YOU WRITE MINE NOW YOU BLUE FONT WHORE.

k?

 

So I'm like a samurai kinda?

I'm cool with that.

 

Here's your post.

I'm tired, and I'm going to bed, so I won't see your story until tomorrow. :smile:

 

aw, i know i don't know you all that well, but i hope you feel better. it ain't gonna do you know good feelin' bummed out and angry.

take a couple of moments to meditate. it always helps me. c:

 

YO WHERE'S MY STORY, HUH WHERE'S MY STORY BITCH?

Hmm =3 ?

 

Hope you feel better.
I'm also interested to see how you kill me.

 

Okay, how about **** you and you don't get a story at all

. . . okay, I'm not that mean, sorry. ;~;

Thanks

FDSHKFSDJ sorry for not doing anything yesterday, I got into a fight with someone at the beach and was detained pretty much all day. Needless to say, I was busy.

 

Write if it makes you feel better. Paint if it makes you rest better.Play video games if you want to kick the teeth in of imaginary characters that will equate your anger to real life and make you feel ten times happier.

 

^This

I love beating up Jigglypuff when I'm angry.

 

But Jigglypuff is amazing.