Mags

Oh boy here we go. I keep telling myself I shouldn't make this because I haven't finished anything but . . . I think that making a thread will help motivate me to actually write stuff. Not only that but I think encouraging myself to write little bits here and there is better than forcing myself to write big stuff and eventually getting burnt out. Um so yeah, Hi! I'm pretty new to writing, but it's something I really enjoy and want to get better at. I finished two short stories so far, one in middle school that was . . . good for middle school maybe, but definitely still written by a middle schooler, and one I wrote last year that is an absolute hot mess. Like I said I don't have anything finished so um. yeah. (TW: Implied violence and blood) This is a page of a thing I started and may or may not finish we'll see: I have done a little editing on it, but not a lot so things may be redundant or weird sounding. There's also this: It has been and will stay completely and utterly abandoned because I've completely changed Niya's backstory . . . so yep. Also I feel like things are a bit melodramatic but that might just be me? And yeah there's no explanation why Helmest is meeting 'challengers' but once again this story has completely changed so . . . I'll explain if you want me too, but it's not super important. I did write this a little while ago, which means the writing might be a little rougher. That's all I got for now (that I feel like sharing at least). I hope I can share stuff here in the future, and maybe eventually actually finish something . . . lol

Ooo nice! I agree, everything bagels are pretty messy, but they're good with cream cheese.

His eyes get big. "How did you know that?"

Welcome to the Shard!! Do you have a favorite kind of bagel?

Po doesn't look at him, but he does take his hand.

"That's strange . . . but I think I understand." His eyes grew distant.

"True that."

"But you want to kill him, don't you?"

"Oh absolutely not, I'm a wanted man there."

Sharpo follows. "Do you think you can be friends in the end?"

"At least he's still alive . . . and he doesn't look too hurt." Sharp'i sighs. "I wish I could be there to help him."

Sharpo peaks out from behind him. "The birds are cute."

"Maybe they didn't hear you," Sharpo whispered, "Are you sure they're here?" @Weaver of Lights (I apologize if you're getting spammed).

The screen lights up, and is already on the right channel because whatever. On the screen it shows Sharpo holding a bag, a little bloody in few places. He was standing next to an older looking boy who was . . . yelling at nothing. They stood in the snow waiting for something.

"Yeah that might be best." His voice was a little shaky. He had never watched a Game from the outside. Deep down he was a little curious what it looked like.

Sharp'i sat in the only room in the house that had a TV, it was an old model, but worked alright. It wasn't on. He sat staring at the black screen, willing himself to turn it on. He had thought that if he watched some, just to check on Sharpo, then he would worry less. But now he was scared Sharpo wouldn't be there--that he was already gone.

"So . . . that's it?" Sharp asked, "We're good now?" Everyone in the room nodded. "Well, that's a relief," Sharvil said, standing "Now I can go take a nap." It says a lot, that the three of them could move on from something like this so quickly. No one here was unused to hatred and murder.

lol