Bittersweet Candy Bowl

“NOOOOOO!” Mike screamed.

3 words, top that draix.
Edit: nvm

Edit again: Abbey, Stop!

2 words, and a complete sentence.
burn.

“beautiful tonight isnt it?” said Lucy staring at the water from atop the bridge. “It sure is” said Mike pushing her off the edge and into an oncoming garbage scow “beautiful”

Taeshi looked at the thread sadly, she shook her head. This had such potential, but it was already showing the first signs of derailment.

(still at school)

Golden, it would have been more effective if you split the two words into two sentences and placed them in quotation marks.

For example:

“Abbey! Stop!”

as opposed to

Abbey, stop!

This way we have no idea who is saying it, or what Abbey is saying, thus adding more depth to your one sentence fanfic. It raises more questions and at the same time tells a story.

Hmm…


The candle was slowly burning out, and the wafting aroma of the dinner they had just eaten kept Jasmine in a pleasant mood. Yet, she could not stop herself thinking that it was really unlike Paulo to treat anyone to dinner.

hmm… well put kaxbe. i will take this critique and learn from it.
for now:
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lets eat.
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(revised edition)
“Abbey! Stop!”
(heh, 2 words, 2 complete (and grammatically correct) sentences. beat that draix)
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lucy sighed in disbelief as she looked out at the carnage. “i can’t believe there all dead.” she said in a dejected tone.

We can now end the “shortest sentence story contest” and get to doing actual two-sentence fanfics that are actually worth something.

“yay!” david screamed” his partner had made it through the course “mostly” unscathed.

@GA01 it’s a two sentence challenge, not one.

Mike fell. Lucy laughed.
It rained. Mike slipped.

There, happy? Two complete sentences.
Btw, I AM STILL THE CHAMP!!! TAKE THAT DRAIXEN!!!

Those have no value as a story.

Ok, ok, I’ll actually try now.

The storm poured down as Lucy tried to reach the tree where Mike sits almost everyday. To her dismay, he was no where in sight, she was alone once again.

Hap. Py. boo yah! One word, two sentences! Take that GA01!!!!!!

But Draixen, there was never a lower limit. Johnny said so in the rules: “No more than two sentences, using as few words as possible. If you only need one, only use one.”

So the story with the headphones, which was only one sentence, was still eligible. ^_^

Alright then here’s the winner

Abbey!

I win!!!!

And i know there’s no lower limit, i just took this challenge to the extreme!

THERE IS NO CONTENT IN THAT “STORY” I AM RAGING IF I DIDN’T HAVE TO LEAVE FOR CLASS RIGHT NOW, I’D SHOW YOU HOW TO DO IT RIGHT

Heh heh. I still call it a story though. So what if it doesn’t have content, It’s still a perfect sentence that i happen to call a story. No problems.

Paulo and Lucy had decided to have a steamy night of passion when suddenly a voice cried out mid climax, “MICHEAL!”
“Did I just say that out loud” Paulo thought to himself as his face turned a bright shade of crimson red.

To make it a story Draixen, it has to have a plot, really. Not just a word or two, otherwise it’s just a word.

Molly bounced with glee. “Are we really going to Disneyland?” she asked her foster parents, eyes shining expectantly.

@jb: you win.

Lucy twisted her plane left and right, up and down, barrol rolled here and there but it wasn’t enough. Try as she might, Sandy was still on her tail and in her gunsights.

“Oooog, my back.” Mike said as he hobbled down the unfamiliar staircase, “I think I might have over-stepped my limits, Paulo.”

Paulo whirled around, wearing nothing but an apron, and smiled, “Oh, by the way, you should get checked. You might have what I have.”

Paulo’s Dad sighed as he adjusted his hard hat and looked at his son who had just asked him for more money.
“Does it look like I’ve got a (money) dispenser here?”

Lucy stared, horrified at the terror that was stretching out in front of her. She formed her hands into throbbing fists, and resolved to do something about that insolent webpage where they had no respect for her privacy.



… What? ^_^

A scarf and a ribbon laid on the floor outside of Micheal’s bedroom, if anyone was home to see it they would have know immediately what that meant. The orange and yellow scarf and the blue ribbon were as interlocked as the two lovers currently were.



…Lol You tricked you huh?

@JB You officially are the new champ.
@Auntie Comi you had me fooled lol

There must have been hundreds—no, thousands of the hideous creatures, slowly shuffling in some pathetic congregation at such a dull pace and with so little to speak of going on in their ugly heads as they approached the counter, that last safe haven the refugees had to keep the rotting derelicts back. Amaya could tell right away, it was going to be a long night in the theatre.

Were there literally zombies, or am I just making some exaggeration about the public masses, you decide.

they were zombies because amaya is a badass zombie slayer!

The cafeteria, peaceful with the hum of everyone’s voices, was suddenly disrupted by Paulo and David, as they yelled out from the cafeteria doors, “We are God’s gift to women!”

Lucy looks bored from another table, and then shouts out, “Wow, God sure has a sense of humor.”

^HAHA even better than when you told it to me xexla

HAHAHAHAHA Excellent sir and or madam! Excellent.

Whoever had sent it, Lucy was happy for the bouquet of sweet-smelling roses. But she did not want to show it, so the flowers had been stuffed into the garbage bin.

Michael waited at what was to be the place he would finally reunite with this love, clutching the note that Sandy wrote, his hope steadily depleting. Somewhere else, Augustus smiled to himself, idly twirling a pen in his fingers.

That was a mean one, ‘Rixx. ^_^


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Nobody could quite understand why Tess was so defensive about meeting with Paulo by the river, except possibly Paulo himself.

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Leaves shook, birds escaped and apples fell down as he climbed, but Justin felt quite certain that Molly would not find him there for a while. “PEEK-A-BOO!” came a girly voice from right behind him, and he plummeted earthwards with a yell.

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There was a soft sobbing noise coming from the orange cat who was stretched out on the grass, face buried in his hands. By his side sat Daisy, carefully stroking him, whispering words of comfort: “You are not your father… you are a good person.”

(Is that two or three sentences? I am not sure. ^_^)

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“Shut it, McCain.” The terrier tried to find a retort, but before he could think of anything, Sue completed her assault by kissing him full on the mouth.

Do you know why I like this thread? (other than the sheer cuteness of some posts)

..

Short Fan-comic ideas. <333
for example: Thank you SpaceMouse for the idea.

Awwww! So cute!

<3

Ah, that is marvellous. ^_^

My turn.

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And so Mike was finally with Sandy, and they went to all places together. Hugging, kissing, but, he was always thinking of Lucy and that makes him sad. He feels the urge to listen that “jerk” from her, and by remembering that, his face showed a true smile.

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Sue - said McCain - what are you trying to say? I’ve been waiting here and you keep babbling something that i can understand. I’m trying to say This! - Said Sue, while he take McCain’s glasses off and kiss him with such passion that even the hard logic of McCain couldn’t explain.

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Yashi went to that graveyard, and her face quickly turned into tears and sorrow. She fell on that grave and cried, while holding that tombstone, in which can be read “Here lies Blur, dear friend and pet. Rest now, and fly as you always did in the past, but now fly to a better place and find your true home”

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All the gang disbanded, and everyone went to home. Amaya went to her place and was smiling all the way. But once she was inside her room, the tears began to drop. She know she will never be loved, by the one she loved most.

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Paulo went to his room, while his dad was at the couch. He was energetic as always but he never realized that his dad was alone all the time. That behind that hard and mature face, is a lonely and sad man.

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Those are all from now…next time i’ll write only sad ones…

That is not a goal you should focus on. ^_^

Lucy’s tears stained her dress as the happy couples on the dance floor continued to mock her indirectly, letting her know she was alone once again.

As she cried, a gray paw grabbed hold of her chin and lifted her tear-stricken face up, allowing her to lay eyes on the face of Michael. “Would you care to dance, m’lady?”

Abbey’s pillow was stained with tears and snot. He was only second place.

^ I shall continue (as response) Susan’s fic…i’m LucyxMike…but a writer must write…It’s bad but i can’t write as i want…i’m @work

They started to dance, and the music was perfect. No matter if the people continue talking about her, and mocking her, they didn’t care.

But suddenly the music stopped, a soft and sweet voice talked over the microphone to all the crowd. Wearing a sweet pink dress, and a blue bow, was Sandy on the stage. Telling this words “Here i am for you, my dear Maishul, and i will stay here forever” She went down the stage and runs towards Mike. He left Lucy alone and went to her arms. They hugged and showed a passionate kiss before the eyes of all the dancers.

While Lucy walked away from the dace floor, showing clear tears, and she continued walking until she was outside the place. Ripping apart her own dress and cursing that day.

Paulo felt like the luckiest man in the world, having the girl he had a crush on forever, the older chick he had been pining over, and his current girlfriend all devoted to pleasing his body.

Then he woke up.

^ continuing Kaxbe’s last post:

“Hey, you okay?”, Paulo’s lover asked, shaking him back to consciousness.
“Yeah, was just having a bad dream,” he replied as he leaned over in bed to softly kiss his favorite Korat.

I’m sorry, but that makes no sense, imho.

@Leaving a Comment-Thanks for the compliment, and i am a madam
@Draixen- Yeah i just embleished it a little more.

On his way home, Zachary crossed the beach as he did each and every day. Today had been a good day, and as he saw a patch of daisies he decided to pick some for Cathie.

Mike swaggered down the hall, resplendant in a white blazer, chinos, white shirt, mulberry waistcoat and satin top hat. As he checked his pocketwatch, a sly smile twitched at his mouth. He stroked his pencil-thin moustache, waved his ebony walking stick in the air with a grand “Huzzah!” before he took Daisy’s arm and burst onto the dancefloor.

(This sounded a lot better in my head. And this was taken from the fancharacter/normal character dress up thing. I don’t do well under pressure )

I thought he would start laughing and send out flying monkeys or something. ^_^