I was at school, and was suddenly given the idea for the best picture ever. So I run across campus, find my bag on the bench I usually stay at lunch time, and throw everything out and grab a pen and a sketchbook.

Then forget what it was I was gonna draw.

Everyone sat there and stared at all of my stuff everywhere while I laid face down on the sidewalk.

Also my day was kinda crap but I got to leave early so it's all good.

Creeeewwwwwppppppp........

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*weep* *sniff* *sob* *flail* *dead* *blah* *blaaaah* *grrrrrr* *arrg* *zombie* *brainses!!* *blaucghk* *dead again* *phoenix down* *le gasp!* *groan* *moan* *blaughkt* *patooie* *eeew!*
*wipe* *punch* *gergle!* *flail*

When I was in 8th grade, I was sitting in class listening intently to the teacher (staring at his butt) and I got this fantastic idea for a story. I instantly forgot where I was and I started to loudly rummage through my pack pack and talk to myself. I got out the crap I needed and then all was gone. I cussed loudly, looked up and saw him towering over my desk with a menacing frown. I almost peed myself...

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Let's get personal (not like that...)

I'm Frances, nice to meet you.

How are you today?

Feel free to ignore me like most strangers do.

Feel also free to love me. ^^

That's just awesome. XD

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95% of people need to follow some sort of retarded crowd and do those moronic copy/paste siggies. If you're one of the 5% who won't, kindly read this and move along, proud that you are, indeed, an individual.

XD Another fine example. XD

And I'm glad you're doin' okay. I've missed ya, I don't harass you enough. XD

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95% of people need to follow some sort of retarded crowd and do those moronic copy/paste siggies. If you're one of the 5% who won't, kindly read this and move along, proud that you are, indeed, an individual.

Well, I woke up one morning from this awesome dream, and just had a huge urge to write it all down. Unfortunately, I had school that day, so the getting ready process commenced, and I walked out the door for a half hour walk to my destination.
As I walked, the fantastic idea from that dream kept growing and growing, until I didn't have just an idea. I had a plot, a setting, a few characters, and so on. This story kept growing as the school day progressed.
I never got the chance to write any of it down, excepting a single character sketch. That entire day was loaded with work, I had a lab to do, at least one exam, a project in another class, and there was the musical as well.
As soon as I got back home, I rushed for my computer, started up word, and... that was it. I realized as I had set my preferences that I no longer knew what it was I had intended to write...
So I then spent a good half hour or so staring at the sketch I had drawn at lunch, trying vainly to determine what it was I had wished to write...

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Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Whew... I feel better now.

I eventually started writing something entirely different about the character I had recorded. Now she's a reoccurring character in many of my stories, despite what differences exist in the settings.

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Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Whew... I feel better now.

I had this great idea for an interesting plot while I was falling asleep. I thought, "I'm too tired to write it down now, but I promise that I will remember it and write it down first thing tomorrow morning." Of course, when I woke up, I completely forgot what it was.

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I have a PhD in Horribleness.

Well, remember that wonderful story I told you my friend Kairi and I are doing? Well, when we first got to the part I had to write, I had so many ideas and was going to EASILY write it right then and there. She sends me the story, I read over her part, get to where I have to write. Then can only pull out two sentences. I try farther, but my creativity was run dry. I couldn't write anything. Then i get to school, and somehow write 13 and 1/2 pages. @__@

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"Demons I get. People are crazy."-Dean Winchester

Sam: So...about those Supernatural novels, we're kinda okay with it.
Chuck: Really?
Sam: No. We have guns. We'll find you.