Originally posted by BlackC@t
I'll post more tomorrow.
Originally posted by BlackC@t
I can't be bothered posting it now so it will either be tonight or tomorrow, honest.
Originally posted by BlackC@t
Tonight
Originally posted by BlackC@t
Sorry, I've been REALLY busy the past few days, I promise I'll write it tomorrow, honest to God I'll write it after I get up tomorrow morning.
This is all that she posted before the last segment.It really starts to get quite annoying reading the same post over again. 😬
If I'm not mistaken this is Blackcat's thread, none of yours. While you're completely entitled to come in, read and offer constructive criticism, the need for you (mostly Stormy Day) to come in and be complete and utter asswipes is perplexing.
Here's an idea, play with it:
If you come into the thread and don't like the story but wanna read it, offer your words and keep quiet. Don't stick around to be a moron.
Stormy Day, as a writer myself (comics) I can understand that it's extremely hard to come up with COMPLETELY original stories in a medium that already has so much already involved in it and sometimes you need to borrow. You are someone with despicable grammar and deplorable writing ability.
My point being, you suck. She doesn't. So hush up.
-AC
"If I cared what you thought of me then I might've been hurt
I hate when people pick on grammer because they have nothing else to hide around because they dont know the person.But oh well it will never stop."
I'm not picking on your grammAr. I'm pointing it out and revealing that before you *****, take a look inside and at yourself.
Also, I hate when people pick on writers because they know they can never ever do any better. Sound familiar?
I respect Blackcat from other forums (on this site), so if you think you'll reply here in offense to her and have jack said back to you, you're wrong. If I have to stay here and hurl everything you say right back at you then I'll do so. Getting a little tired of someone clearly as incompetent and rude as you going around having a pop at people.
If you think she's a lame writer and what not, walk away. She knows how you feel, why keep being rude and immature?
If it carries on I think I can make the safe assumption that admin and mods wont think twice about banning you.
-AC
Thanks a lot Alpha, I respect you a lot too. Stormy your doing exactly what he discribed, it's tough coming up with the next bit and patience is a virtue, if your sick and tired of waiting around for my next piece then leave, you've flamed and tried to put down almost very part of my story and I'm rather tired, and make no mistake if it continues you WILL be banned, you keep saying that you won't but everybody starts off with three warnings, on your last strike your outta here!
I know you've been waiting ages but here's the next piece:
Terry sat on his lumpy matress acompanied by Sora. It was a typical summer afternoon and the two eleven year-olds had decided to spend some quality time together. Sora twirled her index finger in her long, brown hair picking at split ends, giving off the impression she was bored as hell. "Got a mirror in here?" she asked.
"There's one in the bathroom" Terry replied. She looked opposite them and sighed. Terry knew what she was on about, opposite them sat a chest of drawers with a mirror. The thing was you couldn't even see your reflection in it because the whole mirror was cluttered with photographs from Terry's childhood. "Why don't you stick them on your wall? you have so many pictures on that that you can't even see yourself."
"Sometimes I don't even want to..." Terry muttered. This was the truth, Terry hated seeing the nerdy, geeky kid he usually saw, he was much happier not seeing himself in that. She looked upon on a picture of a red-and-black figure scurrying up the side of a building. "You think he's cool?" she nodded towards the photograph. "Spider-Boy? oh yeah!" he admitted. 'Definetly!'
"I think so too, he's kinda of cute" she said. Terry felt his cheeks go red, Sora had a crush on him! but dissapointment soon followed his ray of sun-shine, it was Spider-Boy she liked, not Terry. After all, Terry was more interested in Ling, Sora was just a good friend, that's all. Sora's eyes fell upon on photograph of her, Terry and David at a baseball game when they were eight years-old. "Okay sport, I better get going." she smiled. Terry nodded and acompanied her downstairs to the door. "Don't forget about our baseball game tomorrow night" she called.
"Don't worry!" Terry assured her. She bid goodbye and left, leaving Terry for a night of crime-fighting....
An anxious Terry stepped up to the plate. It was the last inning and if Terry made this home run the game was thiers. "Come on Terry!" his team mates cheered. But that didn't help much, Terry's stomach was now tied up in knots. He swallowed hard and pulled back the bat. The opponent clutched the ball with his thick, chubby fingers, a snarl curling over his face. 'Don't worry, your Spider-Boy! you can certainly beat the Mud-Dogs!' Terry muttered under his breath. But fighting crime was a lot different then playing a game of baseball. 'I only have to reliey on my spider-sense' he told himself. The over-weight offender pulled back his hand, ready to hurl the ball. It all happened faster then the blink of an eye, the kid bought his hand slashing down, releasing the ball from his grip. The ball flew towards Terry holding the fate of the game. It wasn't just a bat in Terry's hands, it was thier path to victory. In the back of his head he felt a slight tinge. He swung the bat as lightly as he could, striking the ball dead-center. Not surprisingly, dispite Terrys weak hit it was still incredibly strong to an average person. The ball flew up into the night sky, the sound of the roaring crowd and team-mates pounded in Terry's ears. He took his chance and ran around each base, trying not to show off his amazing speed. Players of The Mud Dogs sprinted towards the ball aswell as keeping an eye out for Terry. 'Just two more bases!' Terry thought to himself. One of the Mud-Dogs seized the ball and threw it in the direction of the last base. Terry knew he shouldn't but he couln't stop himself, he was at the last base so he might aswell. Using his jumping ability, he leaped into the air and skidded across the last base a second before the Mud-Dog standing there caught the ball. The crowd screamed in triumph, he had won the game. Terry's teamates ran out onto the pitch and lifted Terry up on thier shoulders. Nothing at all could wipe away the satisfaction Terry had now, well......almost nothing.
More in a couple of minutes, I have to go and shower 😮