z

Young Writers Society


Life Be Like That



User avatar



Gender: None specified
Points: 317
Reviews: 1
Sun Mar 28, 2021 4:06 pm
MustachesAndSwords says...



She wasn't even well-known for her YouTube videos; heck, she barely even posted. But here she was in the park, holding up her device and practicing. To be weird? No, she's been weird her whole life. To talk to herself? That's a joke: she talked to her inner demons 24/7.

So what was she practicing? To be social. And the best way to do that was to tackle her fears head-on and talk to someone. The question was, who should she approach? Who was more likely to entertain a conversation with her?




//Just an improvised, semi-coherent skit. If you want to participate, you have to be flexible with improvisation, because there's going to be a lot of it.
  





User avatar
22 Reviews


Gender: Female
Points: 224
Reviews: 22
Thu Jan 26, 2023 3:39 pm
ccarson says...



-OOC message:

I'm in!

-Cleo's POV:

Cleo walked into the park. Finally, with the work day over, she could relax.
Corporal Cleo Carson

Bucklin County Sheriff's Office

Cleo Carson and Bucklin County are purely fictional
  








cron
It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien