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posted by hieveryone
district: fairy tale (once upon a time)
type of story: short story
the moment in your life: dream/ 5 years old


When I was about 5 years old I upendo upendo LOVED vichimbakazi and of course I wanted to be one! One siku I did. It was on Halloween. I dressed up as a fairy, not a specific one. I trick au treated with my family but we kinda spread around, making sure our dad could still see us, and went to different houses most of the time. Well I went to one of the houses that someone just moved into. No one knew who she was but I was brave enough to find out.
As I knocked on her door I heard some gasps and very ruffled screams. When she opened the door I peaked in. She looked happily surprised as she scanned up and down me. She grabbed my arm and pulled me into her strange house. I looked around
until I found the one ukuta with a portal looking thing all over it.
“You have to help us oh special one! Your our only piece of hope we have left!” she alisema making hopeless eye contact. I replied: “I don’t know what your talking about, but thank wewe for calling me special. Now I have to go back to my dad.” I headed for the door when she walked in front of me and locked it. “Please don’t give up and go through to our world and help,” she pointed to the portal. While I looked at the ukuta she pushed me toward it lightly, then tossed me in. I fell, flipping, twisting, I felt weightless, falling forever.
I fell through a stranger green swirly portal. When I went through, it looked like… magic. *I was 5 so I believed in magic then* My wings gave flight and I swooped over and landed on a platform. It was the only place with life left. The rest of this world had nothing but moto and dead trees and things shooting from every direction that was on the underside of this really huge ship that covered everything. It shot at me but someone moved me out of the way. “ Be careful milord. wewe might get hit.” when I turned to look at who saved me, all I saw was a disappearing shadow. Underneath that shadow was a laser-gun. I played with fake guns and shot with bb’s so I got pretty good.
I aimed, au rather tried to, at the head of the ship. It turned toward me and shot with all its guns. It had a HUGE amount but they were all aimed in the same place so it was just like 1 big laser. My wings -who apparently had experience- took to and flew high in the sky, dodging all the lasers. I aimed the laser at the head again and shot with all my might for a long time. It was affective because it backed off really quickly but I kept shooting and it eventually blew up Cheers rose up from everywhere. Some people flew up and met with me. All of them were no where near the colors of my wings, which were rainbow. I saw some that were blues and greens, 1 purple, oranges, yellows, and a couple that had some colors that I cant even describe! They all had something that I didn’t. They were all so beautiful, gorgeous, and they were just… mind blowingly pulchritudinous and marvelous!! “You must go and be sweet to the world.” “Love is always here now and with you, share it with others if wewe will.” Other nice people comented but they were all at once and I couldn’t hear all of them. Their enriching lovely voices filled my ears like bells, but with different tones with each of them.
Then I woke up to my alarm clock and got ready for kindergarden.
posted by IlovePepeLePew1
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.
Okay so after a couple of rounds until there's 12 people left those 12 people will be put into 6 district's here are the district's

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
 ndoto district logo
Fantasy district logo
 Adventure district logo
Adventure district logo
 Ghost district logo
Ghost district logo
 Fairy Tale district logo
Fairy Tale district logo
 shabiki Fiction district logo
Fan Fiction district logo
 Short Story district logo
Short Story district logo
posted by Maria1307
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
The uandishi Games

Week One-

Everyone who joined has to send in a makala about anything from ndoto to shabiki Fiction. Anything wewe want. But after we have 24 people in you’ll have a week to decide with piece of uandishi your sending in. If wewe don’t send it in kwa that time wewe will be kicked out of the game. Who ever left (lets hope everyone) The judges will read your pieces kwa message (if your a judge) and they will decide if wewe stay au go. There will be the juu story of the week. Which means who”s story was most like will be ilitumwa and told to everyone I can get my hands on to read it!...
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posted by XxDestroyerXx
Chapter I: The Outcasts    

I walked through the dark woods; my booted feet quietly hit the dirt ground. The bright full moon shone above me, it illuminated everything in my path; but it made me easy to see in the dark forest. But, I have to escape au I will certainly die. Myself and five others are escaping this hell called Heaven, all of us look the same; black hair, odd colored eyes, strange marks on our faces and arms, and the most distinct is our black wings. We are different, so why would that matter in heaven? Well it does, the Angel Council wants everyone to look...
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My journey hasn't been easy for me. Every step of the way I've struggled, stumbled, doubted, cursed, and felt sure that I couldn't go on. But I feel stronger because of it, almost like I needed to go through it to get where I am now. I still don't believe I'm perfect au beautiful. Maybe I'll always doubt. But maybe it's the doubt that keeps me determined. Hungry. Always looking to prove and improve myself, make myself better.
Every night, as I lie in my kitanda I wonder if there girls like me out there around the world...
Maybe like me, your father abandoned you, au perhaps wewe never even knew him....
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posted by malmcd
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