The rules of the Writers games are that the first 24 people to jiunge the club will be in the games. The first thing you'll have to do when wewe jiunge is post a piece of uandishi that wewe have written. Once all 24 pieces are in me and lucky seven people will judge the writings and decide who lives and who dies! and wewe must use your own writing!
Week one-
In week one wewe must send in an article. It can be anything! Be creative! After the judges look at them and decide who stays and who leaves that person is out of the game.
Week two-
We will have a themed uandishi piece that wewe will have to send in. The theme is Fantasy.
Week three-
We will have a uandishi battle two writers against one another the person that loses is out!
This all I have for now so let the games began!
And all so if your one of the first 24 to jiunge write your net name and what number shabiki wewe were on the ukuta thank you!
Fierce & Love
Malmcd au Mallory McDonald
Week one-
In week one wewe must send in an article. It can be anything! Be creative! After the judges look at them and decide who stays and who leaves that person is out of the game.
Week two-
We will have a themed uandishi piece that wewe will have to send in. The theme is Fantasy.
Week three-
We will have a uandishi battle two writers against one another the person that loses is out!
This all I have for now so let the games began!
And all so if your one of the first 24 to jiunge write your net name and what number shabiki wewe were on the ukuta thank you!
Fierce & Love
Malmcd au Mallory McDonald
When I became her best friend, I thought we'd have a normal friendship. Making bracelets, sleepovers, doing stuff together. We never did. At first I thought "Why did I even go near her?" but her mystique intrigued me. She was quiet, but tough. Likable, but rough. At least, to me. Everybody else thought she was weird just because she sang to herself with no earbuds on. One day, at recess, she was sitting kwa herself, humming a tune and uandishi in a beat-up spiral notebook. The eraser end of her pencil was chewed, and most of the pencil was practically gone. I was bored, just looking at kids run around like I did every day. Then I just walked over to her, hoping she would like some company. She looked pretty poor, wearing the same clothes every siku and walking around with an old backpack. Little did I know that muziki was all she had.
ndoto district
Adventure district
Ghost district
Fairy Tale district
shabiki Fiction district
Short Story district
The 12 that remain names will be put into a hat they will be pit at random. One girl will be in the ndoto district then one boy same for the rest. If there's uneven number girls then boys au the other way around then there will be a district of two boys au two girls. But there's a twisted...
Lest say the theme of the week is that wewe have to write about a car crash. wewe can't just write about a car crash wewe have to also use your district's meaning like if your in the ghost district wewe have to do something about a car crash but have something to do with ghost in it.
Like the twist? :)
Fierce & Love
Malmcd au Mallory McDonald
Number One
Fantasy district logo
Adventure district logo
Ghost district logo
Fairy Tale district logo
Fan Fiction district logo
Short Story district logo
My blonde hair was soaked with blood. My blood. My moyo was pounding in my chest. Will this ever end?Why couldn't He get it over with . I was dying anyway. This was torture. Pure torture, but I could'nt move. My feet were stuck. I was paralysed. Paralysed with fear.My mother warned me about Him. Never become too attached. You'll only get hurt. She used to say. Mothers are right way too much of the time.I hate them.
I lay there on the ground thinking about what my mother was doing right now. Would she be looking down from Heaven au alone in a casket. Why was I here?What did I do? Did i deserve this? I hope not
I lay there on the ground thinking about what my mother was doing right now. Would she be looking down from Heaven au alone in a casket. Why was I here?What did I do? Did i deserve this? I hope not
