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this is a thread for creative writing, i was thinking it was going to get moved because i saw that this part of the forum is mostly drawing/art related stuff, but who knows, maybe it will stay, writing is an art form too. besides you can feel free to add drawings that will relate to your story to increase immersion if you want to

can't wait to see what you people are capable of!

I once tried to create a copypasta thanks to inspiration from a certain thread. TIME TO REPOST!

It started off just like any other morning in the Hundred Acre Woods. Pooh Bear scoured his pots for the last drop of honey, but came up dry. He had awoken early due to his insatiable craving for honey. Just then, he thought a thought.

Pigglet had mentioned about a week prior that there were honey pots stored deep in the internet. That must be where Pooh needed to search. He booted up his computer that Christopher Robin had lent him, and opened up the internet browser. Now if only Pooh knew where those Honey Pots were. Pooh thought and thought until his stomach made the rumblies.

"That was it!"

His stomach had finally produced a sufficient answer, just type "Honey Pot" into the web browser. Surely it must be that easy, or else how would anyone else find them?

Pooh was presented with a number of links, to which he clicked on the one that said "4chan." He chose that one in particular because it said the honey pots were on /b/ and Pooh knew that bees kept all the honey.

Just then Pooh heard a knock at the door.

"Oh my!" Pooh jumped up in excitement, "I wonder who that could be this early in the morn-"

Pooh didn't have a chance to finish his sentence. At that moment, smoke filled the room and the door came crashing down.

Men in black and white suits came rushing in with guns and tackled Pooh Bear to the ground. They pined him down with such force that his stuffing began to come out of his seems. Pooh was nearly knocked unconscious by the pain he was put in.

Out of the corner of his eye, Pooh saw Rabbit talking to one of the men. He was frantically jumping up and down while shouting "IT'S HIM! IT'S HIM! HE'S THE ONE WHO'S BEEN CAUSING ALL THIS TROUBLE IN THIS NECK OF THE WOODS!!!"

That was the last Pooh ever saw of his Hundred Acres friends or the bottom of a honey pot. He was then sentence to a purgatory of vegetables for the rest of his life.