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Patrick's Writing Thread

Last posted Jan 07, 2014 at 05:39AM EST. Added Dec 10, 2013 at 05:58PM EST
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That's right, ladies and gentlemen it's my third (and possibly final) attempt at a writing thread!

The rules are sort of like a drawing thread- make a request for a story or the like and I'll probably write it.

Alright, let's write!

HolyCrapItsBob wrote:

I wish for you to chronicle the full events of the KYM wiki's life. From its birth, to its death, to its zombie birth, to current events.

That'll probably be novel-length.

HolyCrapItsBob wrote:

I wish for you to chronicle the full events of the KYM wiki's life. From its birth, to its death, to its zombie birth, to current events.

Oooooh, ok.

Imagine, if you will, there was a site that was never fully understood.

He was harassed for his entire short life by the very people he was intended to entertain, and he quickly fell into disarray when people began to make articles for themselves in an unironic fashion, so one day he just up and died.

He had a small, sad funeral, with only a few in attendance.

Unfortunately, one day, some gravediggers accidentally uncovered his body. They started to inject him with an unstable chemical called U1R0NIC BULL5H1T, a usually deadly chemical that somehow breathed life into him once more.

But… Something was vastly different about him. That vibrant look in his eyes was replaced with something… Sinister.

Something… Completely retarded.

Something called This Goat.

Last edited Dec 10, 2013 at 06:13PM EST

RandomMan wrote:

THERE, I POSTED!

You cheeky bastard.

The snow fell softly, quietly. The sky was pale, about as pale as RandomMan's face.

How could he have been so blind?

How could he not see what had been in front of him for years.

Here, this adorable, intelligent, and kind woman is standing here pouring her heart out for him and he never even noticed her that way, and he honestly hated himself for it.

He soon realized that MarkHoax was waiting for a response- a life changing response. Looking at her in this light, he couldn't help but noticed just how cute she really was, and seeing her tears he knew that words alone wouldn't cut it. RandomMan threw his caution to the wind and embraced her, taking her by surprise.

"I love you too."

She grasped him tightly, as if he would blow away with the biting wind should she let go. As she looked up into his eyes, she saw him smile and as if compelled by some strange force pressed tighter into him and locked lips. She seemed almost startled when Random licked her top lip but immediately surrendered her tongue to a french that seemed to cause sparks to fly through both their bodies. Soon the cold became too intense for them to carry on, but as if by magic their trip back to MarkHoax's place seemed to take less than a second.

They found themselves suddenly frozen by awkwardness, realizing what was about to happen (knowing full well it was both of their first times). Random, not wishing to lose the mood smoothly strode to her, took her trembling hand, and kissed her gently. She relaxed instantly, and knew that what was about to happen would be ok as long as it was the man she's loved for so long.

She guided his hand under her shirt.

Her left nipple was hard, Random didn't know if it was from the cold or from excitement, but soon stopped thinking about trivialities. He massaged her breast slowly and began to caress her back gently as he kissed her starting from her lips to her neck. As he nibbled on her ear she moaned and blushed quickly, but then decided to take the initiative. She slid her hand down the center of his stomach, and as she had fantasized so many times previously began to fondle him through his jeans. Random's tongue stopped as he let out the slightest hint of an "Ah" not expecting her to go straight for the goal.

Relishing in her revenge on him for making her moan, she pushed away, removing her shirt and letting it fall to the ground; a crumpled mound that soon increased in size as she added more articles of clothing. Random followed suit, and they embraced once more, this timewit h nothing between them.

MarkHoax began stroking Random, slowly then slightly faster then faster. With no warning, she stopped, causing Random to look puzzled at her until she caused him to cry in pleasure as she went down on him, licking the tip then circling the head with her tongue. She managed to take the entirety of his shaft with some effort but preferred to tease it, kissing it and licking it up and down the left and then right sides. Random, unable to last for much longer thrust into her mouth as he climaxed. The feeling was amplified tenfold as she swallowed each and every thrust's payload and pumped after it was done, throbbing and twitching, causing Random to bend over slightly as the feelings of pleasure he was experiencing was almost crippling.

Mark wiped her mouth, smiling. She walked slowly towards her bedroom, gesturing him with every step.

This night (just like their relationship) had only just begun, and the best was still to come.

END.

(FOR NOW.)

I gotta take a short break, but I'll be back soon!

Last edited Dec 10, 2013 at 07:06PM EST

Write a riveting tale about a man who graduated at the top of his class in the Navy Seals, been involved in numerous raids on Al-Qaeda, and has over 300 confirmed kills.

Myconix wrote:

Write a riveting tale about a man who graduated at the top of his class in the Navy Seals, been involved in numerous raids on Al-Qaeda, and has over 300 confirmed kills.

Wherefore didst thou address me in such a crass manner, thou odious offspring of a lady of the night? I would have you know I graduated cum laude at the knight's academy, and have since ventured forth in many a bloody crusade against infidels, and have thusly acquired sixteenscore notches on mine scabbard. I am well-versed in foreign techniques of warfare and tower above all other archers. Thou art a trifle to me. Let it be written in the annals of history that I shall eradicate thy very being from this realm with the aim of an angered god, thou waste of flesh. Didst thou believe thou couldst say such an insult upon my honor and in turn be unscathed? NAY! As I write this, I have sent word to a multitude of spies to find thy home so prepare thyself for a tempestuous thrashing of biblical proportion, worm.

Your life is forfeit, knave.

I shall be everywhere and anywhere twixt here and there and can slay you in an untold number of methods unarmed. Not only have I trained mine own self in many forms of combat sans sword, I have the vast armory of the King at my disposal and shall relish in expending it in the effort to deny you the life you hold dear. Mayhaps if thou had known what a hellish end to thy time on this earth would be caused by your remark, thou may have lived to see Dawn's rosy fingertips once more, but you failed and alas I shall be forced to fill every one of your orifices with pure rage, excreted from me directly.

Your death is imminent.

Menthol wrote:

Still waiting for this story, OP. Is canned bread that risqué that we can't talk about it?

silver, we all know what happens when someone abandons their way of life for canned bread.

Natsuru Springfield wrote:

Write the tale of symphonia the epic battle between me and you.

Hmm… Ok, I can try that.

"Give it up, you fool!" Natsu yelled, using the power of the card fantasy orb.

Patrick moved slightly to the left, the orb grazing his right cheek yet leaving him unscathed. He smiled widely and laughed.

"THIS is the power of your gods? HA!"

He put his hands together and moved them to his right side as he collected his ki into a tight ball of blue energy.

"KAME…"

Natsu smirked. Such a cliched attack. She used the time during Patrick's charge to retaliate with a Master Spark. Patrick, reeling from the pain caused by this pure energy, lost concentration and the attack with it.

"Pretty sneaky, Natsuru." Patrick grunted as he wiped the blood from his lip, still standing. His hair began to sort of levitate as he charged his energy, as electricity crackled around him. With a red aura spark he increased his ki pool tenfold, yelling "KAIO KEN!"

"Kaio-wha-?" Natsu asked quizzically as a knee flew into his stomach.

"I cannot afford to lose to the likes of you, Natsuru."

"F-funny… I was just thinking the same thing." he replied, teleporting behind Patrick and blasting him with a precision spell card that sent him flying. He flew full force at Patrick, fists flying. Punch after punch after punch connected to Patrick's face and gut until suddenly Patrick grabbed Natsu's hand.

"My turn."

An elbow smashed into Natsu's nose and was followed by a ki volley of at least 30 blasts. Patrick charged another kamehameha wave and aimed to kill. Natsu quickly returned fire with another master spark, locking them in an energy clash that Natsu had a clear advantage in.

"N-no… I have to end this here and now." Patrick muttered, fearing the battle would turn back into Natsu's favor. "KAIO-KEN TIMES TWENTY!"

"THAT'S BULLSHI-" Natsuru cried as he was engulfed in a sea of azure ki. "I'M SUPPOSED TO WIN. I FIGHT FOR GOOD!"

"Wha- what? But… I fight for good, though. I thought you were the evil one."

"Well, this is awkward." Natsuru chuckled sheepishly. "But I mean, like… We can still fight if you want. I don't really have any plans tonight."

"Oh, I'm fine, thanks. But hey, I'm sorta hungry. Wanna go grab some food? I know this great little restaurant nearby."

"Sure, sure. I haven't eaten all day so that sounds great."

The two heroes turned enemies turned friends skipped off into the sunset in search of a good meal and camaraderie. Be sure to tune in again next week for another thrilling episode of DRAGON TOUHOU Z.

Never really wrote many fights before, so I hope that's up to snuff.

Skeletor-sm

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