TheFrugalWizard

At lunch, a very fit young woman sits next to you. "Mikela. District One."

Before he can answer, a loud bell rings. "All tributes please report to the cafeteria for lunch."

He shrugs. "My grandfather is a retired peacemaker and taught me."

He grunts at the blow then smiles. @RoyalBeeMage @Lord Spirit @justice magician @TheRavenHasLanded @..... Can you each choose 3 total skills to train in for the games? I already have: @justice magician Sparring @Lord Spirit Edible plants @..... Snares

I guess I'll play. Got nothing better to do.

Everyone, mumbling softly, goes back to what they were doing. @RoyalBeeMage @Lord Spirit @justice magician

The man has so many piercings it hurts to look at him. He is sitting cross-legged when you walk over to him. "Ah, so you would like to learn the art of snares?"

One of my favorite series... TPBM is in school, preteneding that they didn't find the only (kind of) social media site that isn't blocked.

Voldemort refers to Chuck Norris as "You Know Who."

When Chuck Norris was in school, his teacher assigned him an essay entitled "What is Courage?" He recived a 100 by turning in a blank paper with his name at the top.

Oh yea that should say "hugged Tigger" that's a typo sry :). Here is my story. It's not long, but it's something.

Thanks :). I actually just stumbled upon some writing from years and years ago, when I was like 6. Please don't judge or take offense, I'm copying word for word from my old notebook. The title is "Two Friends Depart." It's a tradgedy. Again - I copied this word for word (with some minor grammar changes - capital letters and such) from my old notebook. I hope you enjoy it!

As you shoot, the whole room goes as silent as death. They watch you as you shred each and every target, until it's just you, your gun smoking, in the middle of a silent crowd of onlookers.

Here's your prompt: The word "the" has just been trademarked on pain of death. If you want an extra challenge, don't use "the" in the story at all!

This would be true, if any cars were brave enough to crash into Chuck Norris.

Your mentor, a very fit young woman, walks over. She is clearly very impressed. "I didn't know you could throw," she comments. "Show me again." He easily blocks you and knocks the sword backward. He twists the spear so that the blunt end hits your side.

I actually have some writing of my own to share. I don't know if anyone here has read The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas (very good read, I recommend highly), this is a continuation of the book. For those of you who haven't, see the summary below. Summary On to the story! Apologize for the text all in bold. I transfered from a google doc, and it won't let me un-bold it. It's better of you transfer it to a google doc or something, because it's weird to read it like that. Also apologies for the random line breaks. Again - imported from Google docs.

He grins, then grabs the closest weapon, a spear. "It's on!"

He smiles. "Great! Keep an eye out for anyone who might be an asset - but no careers!" He smiles. "Great! Keep an eye out for anyone who might be an asset - but no careers!"

Either! If you wanted to just share an idea you came up with and see what people write, that's grerat! If you want to be more ambitious and combine multipte prompts into one story, feel free!

I wanted to make a community writing thread. There are quite a few talented writers on this website, and I think it would be interesting to see exchanging of stories and community feedback. A call to all aspiring writers: We want to hear your stories! There are far too many threads devited to a single person! This is a community! This is also a thread for writing prompts. If you have a creative mind but aren't great at writing, that's fine! Post a writing prompt. all I ask is that you credit someone who gave you inspiration by quoting them. While I don't want this thread to turn into an RP, feel free to build off each other's stories (giving proper credit) and continue your own stories! Let this be a place for community writing, sharing, feedback, and not to forget the famed writing stick.

He shrugs. "I've always been a runner. I should be able to outrun most of the kids there." He pauses. "Hey, how would you like to team up?"

"So how are you planning to survive this? Do you have any special skills?"

"All them tributes are swarmin me! I ain't young enough for this anymore." The old guy stomps off. "That was dramatic," notes Kell. He turns to Scharice. "I'm Kell. I haven't gotten anything out of this one yet," he gestures to Arthur. "What's your name?"

Your mentor walks up to you. "Dear, you've got to start training," she says. "You'll end up dying! Go, get some training in, and make a few alliances." There's an old, grizzled man there who can hardly see. "Another trainee, eh? Come to learn how not to kill themselves? Well, let's get you started." After a few minutes, another guy walks over, and picks up a sheet of information. "Hey. I'm Kell. District 6. What's your name?"