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The Inanimate Object Challenge
THIS PROJECT IS NOW CLOSED. THE WINNERS WILL BE ANNOUNCED ON THE BLOG SOON!
Your object can be anything non-living (sidewalk, lollipop, public mirror). Think about what your object does, what would it find important? How would it see itself? Is it arrogant? Shy? Depressed? You decide!
As always, the WEbook editorial staff will review all submissions, pick three winners, and award them a free coupon to PageToFame. Sharp writing is always a plus, but for this challenge, creativity counts the ... more »
Your object can be anything non-living (sidewalk, lollipop, public mirror). Think about what your object does, what would it find important? How would it see itself? Is it arrogant? Shy? Depressed? You decide!
As always, the WEbook editorial staff will review all submissions, pick three winners, and award them a free coupon to PageToFame. Sharp writing is always a plus, but for this challenge, creativity counts the ... more »
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1/10/2012 9:00 PM PST
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1/10/2012 8:25 PM PST
6/30/2011 8:29 AM PDT
Just wanted to practice my writing. Since I missed the actually project, this is my take on it. (100 words exactly)
My Life as a Projection Screen
The lights came on without warning and several of the moving things flooded into the room. I knew soon I would be used; soon I would be the center of attention and I dreaded it. I hated when these pudgy things stared at me as if there minor lives depended in it. I wanted to turn; I wanted to run, but being an inanimate object, what could I do? I waited, hating each of these beings. Finally, they switched the projector on and it lit up my middle. I was eyed with wonder.
Oh, the life of a projection screen...
My Life as a Projection Screen
The lights came on without warning and several of the moving things flooded into the room. I knew soon I would be used; soon I would be the center of attention and I dreaded it. I hated when these pudgy things stared at me as if there minor lives depended in it. I wanted to turn; I wanted to run, but being an inanimate object, what could I do? I waited, hating each of these beings. Finally, they switched the projector on and it lit up my middle. I was eyed with wonder.
Oh, the life of a projection screen...
5/2/2010 8:42 PM PDT
General:
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Structure:
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Structure:
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5/2/2010 5:17 AM PDT
A slipper.
One.Two.Three. Okay it's 6:45 am time for the oaf to get up. He reaches for me with his foot, like a ninja who has lost ther hands. Hook line sinker, his toes wrap around my soft cotten skin, He pulls me on to the bed where I try to escape, falling sideways then roll under the bed.I cringe as see him step out of bed right on to my twin brother, I go to scream but I am stopped by the realisation if he can't find me he will have to go without our warmth today, one day to be free. So I roll farther into the depths of the wooden bed. When suddenly a hand reaches out, it's clawing at me, it knows I am here. It draws back into the light and with his head he looks under the bed. I know he can't see me, No one can see me. Thats when he gives up, I am safe for now until tomarrow when the whole process will happen again but thats the life of a slipper. My mother always told us we are lukcy we weren't socks.
One.Two.Three. Okay it's 6:45 am time for the oaf to get up. He reaches for me with his foot, like a ninja who has lost ther hands. Hook line sinker, his toes wrap around my soft cotten skin, He pulls me on to the bed where I try to escape, falling sideways then roll under the bed.I cringe as see him step out of bed right on to my twin brother, I go to scream but I am stopped by the realisation if he can't find me he will have to go without our warmth today, one day to be free. So I roll farther into the depths of the wooden bed. When suddenly a hand reaches out, it's clawing at me, it knows I am here. It draws back into the light and with his head he looks under the bed. I know he can't see me, No one can see me. Thats when he gives up, I am safe for now until tomarrow when the whole process will happen again but thats the life of a slipper. My mother always told us we are lukcy we weren't socks.
4/30/2010 4:25 PM PDT
I am stuck inside a box with things just like me. Different shapes and colors; out purpose is the same. We create magic and art. We are filled with limitless possibility. We sit eagerly, hoping to be chosen by the artist. Which one of us will he want to use to describe, to draw, to capture. What would the world be without us? Humans would be pent up, wishing there were something, some way to describe what they are feeling. We may be unappreciated and we may be small, but we are a very important invention. I am a pen.
4/20/2010 6:01 AM PDT
Hey I missed the Competition by a few days but still want to get some feedback, feel free to comment:
"Diamond Necklace"
Mistress hangs me delicately around her neck. I glint at the others arrogantly. But it's due, I am the most beautiful of them all. I've heard Mistress say it a million times: "diamonds are a girl's best friend." True, or the other way around? It gets cold, sometimes, sitting in the dark box waiting to be used again. The others don't like me. I long only for the time when I can lay on Mistress' breast once again and listen to the beating of her heart. Then I make believe she knows my love, and that she loves me too.
"Diamond Necklace"
Mistress hangs me delicately around her neck. I glint at the others arrogantly. But it's due, I am the most beautiful of them all. I've heard Mistress say it a million times: "diamonds are a girl's best friend." True, or the other way around? It gets cold, sometimes, sitting in the dark box waiting to be used again. The others don't like me. I long only for the time when I can lay on Mistress' breast once again and listen to the beating of her heart. Then I make believe she knows my love, and that she loves me too.
4/15/2010 9:38 AM PDT
Gremlin: Thanks for the comment.
Yeah I posted it before I read where it was actually suppose to be, but then I got it right. LOL
This is my first time here. There are really some FANTASTIC writers posting! I could read them all day. It's very exciting!
Yeah I posted it before I read where it was actually suppose to be, but then I got it right. LOL
This is my first time here. There are really some FANTASTIC writers posting! I could read them all day. It's very exciting!
4/14/2010 10:39 PM PDT
i agree with Kassandra :D Please??????????????????????
4/14/2010 10:37 PM PDT
could you please do a follow up project please? thanks
4/14/2010 10:36 PM PDT
damn i had one too
4/14/2010 6:53 PM PDT
WELL, I HAD ONE TO SUBMIT, BUT I'M TOO LATE. HERE IT IS ANYWAY:
It’s not what I was intended for. I know my purpose and this was not part of it. I’m dirty, so very dirty and sticky. He’s washing me now, but I’ll never be clean again. I can still feel the warm slice of my blade through flesh. I can feel the pulsing of a heartbeat against my steel, the gush of the blood that followed. He’s washing me know, scrubbing with all of his might, but I will never be clean again.
It’s not what I was intended for. I know my purpose and this was not part of it. I’m dirty, so very dirty and sticky. He’s washing me now, but I’ll never be clean again. I can still feel the warm slice of my blade through flesh. I can feel the pulsing of a heartbeat against my steel, the gush of the blood that followed. He’s washing me know, scrubbing with all of his might, but I will never be clean again.
4/14/2010 2:50 PM PDT
Oh and good luck to everyone this was a fun competition hope everyone enjoyed it :)
4/14/2010 2:49 PM PDT
Humpsworld: I like your mousetrap story very clever great descriptions. Way to get us to realise its a mousetrap without ever saying the words mouse or trap. I only hope you entered it in the right spot so it's entered in the competition! :)
4/14/2010 8:27 AM PDT
I wait, in dark, wanting to laugh, but quiet. You will find me. You won’t want to, but you’re drawn to me; to the bait. And when you find me… I will kill you. Before you realize your mistake, before you pull away, between heartbeats even as close as yours, I will come down with a speed and a force unlike anything you’ve ever known… and I will try to break you in half.
… And when your cold, lifeless body has been disposed of… They’ll add a bit more cheese… and I’ll call to your friends... They’ll die too.
… And when your cold, lifeless body has been disposed of… They’ll add a bit more cheese… and I’ll call to your friends... They’ll die too.
4/14/2010 7:59 AM PDT
Why do they let the little one terrorize me? Every time the father builds the wonder that I am, here comes Godzilla. It never fails. The other two will play with me for mere moments before wandering off in search of different toys, and then here he comes. My wooden tracks are in place but the trains have not even made a complete circuit yet. Next thing I see is the monster waddling my way. He waves his meaty little paws wreaking havoc on everything. And the worst of it all is that every one laughs as well.
4/13/2010 8:10 PM PDT
I was pulled out of the cabinet today it was amazing; I haven’t seen the light of day in months. She always shoves me back in the hutch after using me. Doesn’t she realize that I am proud to flaunt my stuff and not just for those people she is trying to impress? Ahhh! Finally all of that dingy tarnish is getting cleaned from my magnificent face, I feel fantastic. I am more than just a silver tea pot I am a beautiful proud teapot with a deep heritage and history to share. I wish she would listen to me!
4/12/2010 9:47 PM PDT
The dog barks but all you hear is your screaming. "Shut up, Corky! All over my brand new rug!" I wish I could tell you. Unfortunately The light I'm blessed to cast upon such a malignant pile of stench is not enough. Corky does not, nor will, ever understand why you get so loud when you point at his brown masterpeice. To him? It is special. A tiny piece of him left to your room as a decoration and odorizer, much like the Glade Plug-In beside me that you use to combat its perceived foulness. It tortures me to see things go on like this.
4/11/2010 11:19 PM PDT
Wow sounds cool ill do it because it seems fun to me good luck to otheres on this project and have fun
4/11/2010 11:08 PM PDT
Hopefully I made the cut I might be pushin the rules a little bit with my entry, not sure if 'the wind' can be considered inanimate if not well enjoy it anyways ha ha
4/11/2010 6:01 PM PDT
Hi everyone - would love to get some feedback on my entry - Memories. Also happy to critique anyone else :) TIA
4/11/2010 8:21 AM PDT
Just saw the part that says only one entry per author. Sorry, only saw that after posting my second. Will not happen again..
4/10/2010 11:07 AM PDT
If I critiqued your entry, please critique me back. I love getting feedback on Homesick.
4/10/2010 9:24 AM PDT
I slide into your pocket and I’m picked up often. You talk to me. You push me. You open and close me. I know everything you do, because you take me everywhere. I know everyone you talk to, even the one’s you’re not supposed to. I’m there when a fire starts, or when a car crashes--or when that creepy guy in the parking lot keeps looking at you as you fiddle with your keys. In the end, I’m the most reliable friend you have--unless you’re just not within your coverage, and I’m sorry for that. I am your cell phone.
4/9/2010 5:29 PM PDT
rate me mine!! w/e rate it please ill rate your promise.
4/9/2010 5:00 PM PDT
We are among the oldest of the earth's kin, born of rock and giving birth to sand. On our sturdy shoulders we support the lives of those who walk, crawl, and swim. Ours is a life of quiet dignity and gentle service.
Small, plain, easily overlooked, frequently ignored, our name is never mentioned when men gather to discuss weapons. To the untutored mind the thought of us posing a danger to anything other than a bare foot is laughable. Yet it in the hands of David one of our own took down Goliath and his brothers. We are pebble.
Small, plain, easily overlooked, frequently ignored, our name is never mentioned when men gather to discuss weapons. To the untutored mind the thought of us posing a danger to anything other than a bare foot is laughable. Yet it in the hands of David one of our own took down Goliath and his brothers. We are pebble.
4/9/2010 11:33 AM PDT
Plot:
We have been together for years. We met at graduation, and I have stuck with you till the end. Even though you could not always find me I was always near. I help you make works of art, or write a simple letter. Today I must say goodbye, for I can no longer be with you. My family is extended, so you may find one like me. They may be fancy, or could be simple. Now I must go for my time is short, but before I go you must know. I have enjoyed my long life as your faithful pen.
We have been together for years. We met at graduation, and I have stuck with you till the end. Even though you could not always find me I was always near. I help you make works of art, or write a simple letter. Today I must say goodbye, for I can no longer be with you. My family is extended, so you may find one like me. They may be fancy, or could be simple. Now I must go for my time is short, but before I go you must know. I have enjoyed my long life as your faithful pen.
4/9/2010 6:14 AM PDT
General:
At first it feels like floating. Time slows. Gravity loses its pull. All is not well.
A violent embrace of bone and metal. The sound chills. I stutter.
We dance a twisted tango. They gasp. They scream. I forge ahead.
Momentum propels me sideward. Gravity remembers me. I disintegrate.
I halt. I groan. I shudder. I stop.
My body a gnarled mass. My visage deformed. My inner parts strewn about- a record of carnage.
I am undone.
I scream.
(Wasnt sure if this submitted the first time)
Plot:
Car crash.
Cars collide and roll. Ending - horn blares.
Tone/Voice:
Poetic yet detached account of a car crash with a dash of fascination.
At first it feels like floating. Time slows. Gravity loses its pull. All is not well.
A violent embrace of bone and metal. The sound chills. I stutter.
We dance a twisted tango. They gasp. They scream. I forge ahead.
Momentum propels me sideward. Gravity remembers me. I disintegrate.
I halt. I groan. I shudder. I stop.
My body a gnarled mass. My visage deformed. My inner parts strewn about- a record of carnage.
I am undone.
I scream.
(Wasnt sure if this submitted the first time)
Plot:
Car crash.
Cars collide and roll. Ending - horn blares.
Tone/Voice:
Poetic yet detached account of a car crash with a dash of fascination.
4/9/2010 6:12 AM PDT
General:
At first it feels like floating. Time slows. Gravity loses its pull. All is not well.
A violent embrace of bone and metal. The sound chills. I stutter.
We dance a twisted tango. They gasp. They scream. I forge ahead.
Momentum propels me sideward. Gravity remembers me. I disintegrate.
I halt. I groan. I shudder. I stop.
My body a gnarled mass. My visage deformed. My inner parts strewn about- a record of carnage.
I am undone.
I scream.
Plot:
Car crash. Car's perspective.
Character Development:
Follows the car as it goes through a crash.
Structure:
Crash begins. Cars collide. Cars roll. Cars stop. Horn blows.
Tone/Voice:
Poetic, yet detached narrative of a morbid event with a hint of fascination in the experience.
At first it feels like floating. Time slows. Gravity loses its pull. All is not well.
A violent embrace of bone and metal. The sound chills. I stutter.
We dance a twisted tango. They gasp. They scream. I forge ahead.
Momentum propels me sideward. Gravity remembers me. I disintegrate.
I halt. I groan. I shudder. I stop.
My body a gnarled mass. My visage deformed. My inner parts strewn about- a record of carnage.
I am undone.
I scream.
Plot:
Car crash. Car's perspective.
Character Development:
Follows the car as it goes through a crash.
Structure:
Crash begins. Cars collide. Cars roll. Cars stop. Horn blows.
Tone/Voice:
Poetic, yet detached narrative of a morbid event with a hint of fascination in the experience.
4/8/2010 9:08 PM PDT
So hard to tell if i am truly inanimate. Where ever you go i do follow, every step you take i am right there with you.A thousand sharp pricks each felt by us both Your blood alone did spill to give me life. You don't put me on nor do you take me off i am forever. There is no other place i rather be you are the only body for me. A private relationship shared by us alone. Exposed only when you are exposed. A colorful corpse is our eternal bond and of that relationship i am very fond.
4/8/2010 3:37 PM PDT
I get a workout every day without fail. A major illness would have make it's presence known, and even then death's door would have to be near before I'd ever get a day of rest. I've helped bring about beautiful, touching art but I've also helped complete things of which I'm embarrassed to admit. I've been slapped, screamed at, dropped on the floor, thrown against a wall and had cola spewed at me. I'm not complaining though, I can handle it. But the tears that have fallen on me have been harder to take--I'm only a laptop.
4/8/2010 12:21 PM PDT
Please give some feedback on Unrequited Love. I would like to improve my writing skills. Thanks.
4/8/2010 5:04 AM PDT
I know you said only one submission but I hope people find it amusing or even helpful to see how you can go from over 700 words to 100 words - so I left both my stories up there. I don't mind if this takes me out of the comp it was fun anyway
' The Greatest Honour' and 'The Greatest Honour Take Two (100 word version) ' Would love your feedback!
' The Greatest Honour' and 'The Greatest Honour Take Two (100 word version) ' Would love your feedback!
4/7/2010 10:06 PM PDT
Check out The skinny jean. I have never written before and would love to hear how much I need to learn.
4/7/2010 8:48 PM PDT
What did I possibly do to deserve this? Distant dreams of my younger days, sitting happily, comfortably in my home. Until that dreadful, god-awful day, when that man took me out. He unraveled me like some cheap toy, and put me where no one ever wants to venture. It was stiff and nauseating. He smiled. Just when I thought I had reached my lowest, I was suddenly surrounded by a warm, tantalizing moisture. I was pushed back and forth for several agonizing minutes. Unexpectedly, I was removed, and a new wetness filled my other side. And now I lie desolate, dejected, and disgraced.
4/7/2010 7:22 AM PDT
The Greatest Honor...Whoops wrote more tha 100 words! Only just read that bit. Oh well - I am a true writer. Have to keep writing until I reach the end of the story :)
4/7/2010 1:45 AM PDT
Do you like riddles?
Can you guess my object? It's tricky!
Check out my submission Holding On To Destiny for a bit of brain stretching - more fun than Sudoko!!!
A signed autograph to the first correct answer
Can you guess my object? It's tricky!
Check out my submission Holding On To Destiny for a bit of brain stretching - more fun than Sudoko!!!
A signed autograph to the first correct answer
4/6/2010 8:21 PM PDT
Perceived as a whole, I flicker, burn and sizzle when really I am just an effect. I'm impulsive, jumping to consume whatever stands in my way, but sometimes I prefer the solitary confinement of wax, jazz music and the smell of wafting food around me. Often though, I draw wailing sirens drench me with my disgusting arch enemy, water. Water is like acid burning my existence, until, I am nothing more than a smoldering heap desperately trying to re-ignite, re-flame and regenerate so I can once again thrive on consuming the material world around me. I am not the bad guy.
4/6/2010 7:42 PM PDT
The numbing of life’s ecstasy left me barren and cold; stretched into a form that doesn’t turn to passion with life’s blood. This dormant mind could not signal screams when human touch left holes in this gray decay. The reflexes of muscle could not kick or twitch at cold grubby hands. The decomposing felt a nuisance, fingers falling off as ash. I had wanted to look lovely before my companion; so he could have one last dance. The coffin’s red fabric fell against my eye, pushing it to liquefy. His grubbed fingers pulled back my black lashes and twirled the pupil among his crisp fingers. He twirled my loose limbs amongst him, screaming into the life it once held.
4/6/2010 6:34 PM PDT
As a toaster, I'm the shiniest appliance in the kitchen. Every time my male owner bends down to clean the food out of his teeth using the reflection of my polished side, my burners tingle. Even my female owner uses my glistening middle to apply her lipstick. Blender and coffee pot always make facetious remarks about the love our owners have for me, but I don't get upset. I know most of the other appliances don't have the 5 year warranty that I do. I'm not cocky but the others can't generate the type of happiness that I do.
4/6/2010 12:38 PM PDT
Depending on where you're at in life people will walk on you. For me, I get walked on no matter where I'm at in life. People throw trash on me, people track mud onto me. Sometimes people even defecate on me, albeit that's mostly accidental. I get stomped on, ignored, and in general, treated like trash. It's hard being a hardwood floor. Oh, wait, someone's coming with a mop to give me a bath.
4/6/2010 12:38 PM PDT
F-off!! thats the title to my submission story. look at it if you want to or F-off!
4/6/2010 9:33 AM PDT
4/6/2010 12:36 AM PDT
If you want to know what your remote really thinks of you read Fidelity
4/5/2010 7:23 PM PDT
Structure:
the girl enters screaming and the phone rings and her best friend is on the the other line. The wall has already decided that she's just off on another one of her tangets. He is sick of all the drama. He's just about ready to kill her. he has a plan too. now if only he had hands.... She is talking about the poor guy who looked at her the wrong way, whom she now adores. The wall is aching with anger to murder her. he wants her dead so that he might enjoy silence for one day. Just one.
the girl enters screaming and the phone rings and her best friend is on the the other line. The wall has already decided that she's just off on another one of her tangets. He is sick of all the drama. He's just about ready to kill her. he has a plan too. now if only he had hands.... She is talking about the poor guy who looked at her the wrong way, whom she now adores. The wall is aching with anger to murder her. he wants her dead so that he might enjoy silence for one day. Just one.
4/5/2010 6:11 PM PDT
Give the Old Oak Door to the Bottomless Mug Tavern a read, see what you think.
4/5/2010 2:20 PM PDT
F-off!! thats the title to my submission story. look at it if you want to or F-off!
4/5/2010 1:42 PM PDT
PLEASE RATE MINE PLEASE. ITS CALLED YOU ROCK MY SOCKS!!!! I know the title is juvinielle but it's meant to be fun..lol please do rate it I'll rate yours back.Xpromise
4/5/2010 12:59 PM PDT
to Novice_Artist - I like your story but you need to click on "Start A New Chapter" above then paste the story there for reviews and ratings.
4/5/2010 12:45 PM PDT
I killed a man. That's it. This is me, this is what I was made for. I didn't know his name. I didn't know what he was like. All I know is that I was plunged through his skin, his muscle, and bone. All I know is the ruby liquid streaming from his torso, the strident, frantic noises erupting from his throat, dragging with it his last breaths. Now my once brilliant metal rusts, half buried in muck, beneath the surface of this God-forsaken, filthy lake. No light dances across my surface, and I deserve it. I killed a man.
4/5/2010 11:49 AM PDT
OUCH.... Jesus, how could you just twist me like that..... ohhhh. now I like what I am seeing now the initial pain is gone and I have a flow through my butt. Thanks for letting go and touching yourself so. As the water comes down from my cousin I notice that all the dirtiness is gone from you but oh how I feel dirty watching you. Oh Crap, that reminds me tomorrow your going to spray that terrible tasting stuff on me again. Okay, no longer thrilled.... GET OUT, GET OUT OF MY OFFICE NOW. Hey, don't punch me like that. I didn't mean it that way, that hurt. See you tomorrow SOB. The life of a Shower nob is not a pretty one.
4/5/2010 10:48 AM PDT
Now,I know that you can't quite say that I seem all that important. But babe, if you knew all the secrets of yours that lie inside me. When you're all alone,it's just you and me. You've never been as alone as you really think. The way you tremble as you ache for someone to hear you is deafening. I hold you as best as I can with all four sides of me, but I just can't.I'm so tired of hearing you scream your boyfriend's name into my ear.This jealousy and desire for you needs to cease.If these walls could talk,they would say how much you need love.
4/5/2010 7:36 AM PDT
I still glimmer when your eyes caress my dust covered silhouette and wings. My form as perfect as the first moment you longed to possess it. I remember the thunderous applause and the ecstasy of exultation as you took me in your arms and embraced me in passion fulfilled. It was only a moment, it was ours alone. I didn't think I'd share my glory with so many others and become just another trophy on your shelf for a time. Now in the darkness of this box, I still shine when you look upon me and remember our time together.
4/4/2010 4:29 PM PDT
This jingling is maddening. Did they have to get the damn dog a rabies tag, a name tag, and a cutsie little pink tag that says “Cupcake”?! If you ask me, three tags are a bit redundant. The humiliating rhinestones plastered all over me declaring that Cupcake is a “Princess” don’t help either. Humiliating. Not to mention when Cupcake goes on her walk. The word “heel” is obviously not in her vocabulary. I get pulled and stretched to oblivion. No amount of plastic surgery can undo that damage. Being a dog collar: it’s a dog’s life, no bones about it.
4/3/2010 11:14 PM PDT
I really like these submissions. :D They are unique and i know mine won't win. lol I'm not as creative as most of you. haha
Good luck everyone!
Good luck everyone!
4/3/2010 7:10 PM PDT
F-off..not literally ,it's my story ! rate it!
4/3/2010 6:14 PM PDT
read mine please.I recently had two but was told to only have one...I'm not getting any feedback and worry maybe I deleted the wrong one. *sniffels*
4/3/2010 12:17 PM PDT
People look up at me. Pointing. Gapping. People of all kinds, of all types, of all places. From across the country, maybe even the world, to meet my stony gaze. I’m tall. I’m gigantic. From where I sit, they look like ants. Tiny. Small. Fragile. It’s these people that I want to protect. Every time a child comes up and says, “Look, its President Lincoln!” I wish to keep them safe. But my time has passed. There is little I can do now. Every day, I must sit put on my perch and watch as my world continues to change.
4/2/2010 6:29 PM PDT
give me 5 stars internet people that are on this site.
4/2/2010 5:02 PM PDT
The shoe wans his owner to wear to school but thinks he will not be picked.
4/2/2010 10:15 AM PDT
I see all who enter and exit this victorian, ghost haunted, Chicago home to several geniuses and a mad man. I am the unadorned hall between the outer door and inner door.
Through my portals have passed such immortals as Jack Benny and Henry Schoolcraft. Also several married men who have wooed Ruby and a millionaire who courted and won the wondrous Edie.
But the one every one fears, especially the five little pre-school toddlers who live there, is Uncle Freddy, A twisted genius, Freddy Rules his kingdom: the basement, the backstairs and his tiny bedroom, formerly the maid's room.
Through my portals have passed such immortals as Jack Benny and Henry Schoolcraft. Also several married men who have wooed Ruby and a millionaire who courted and won the wondrous Edie.
But the one every one fears, especially the five little pre-school toddlers who live there, is Uncle Freddy, A twisted genius, Freddy Rules his kingdom: the basement, the backstairs and his tiny bedroom, formerly the maid's room.
4/2/2010 9:54 AM PDT
the boardwalk was old, worn. it had been beaten by the waves for so long that the support beams were smooth as glass planks were falling down, here and there, and the planks that were left let out sad soft groans as the tourists trooped across it to get to the sandy beach beyond. there were few left around who could remember it’s early days. the Gateway to the Sea and Beyond, that was once what it was called, but now? Now it is just a sad reminder of a time when the area had seen better days, historic days.
4/2/2010 6:07 AM PDT
The last contest was my first, and I posted the story in comments thinking I had entered when I hadn't. So people who posted your stories here, be sure to click on "Start a New Chapter" and repost.
4/2/2010 6:06 AM PDT
The counter is definitely off. My paragraph, Homesick, is exactly 100 words, but for some reason it's posted as 103. I hope this doesn't cause people to skip over my entry or disqualify me. I DID follow the rules.
4/1/2010 5:48 PM PDT
oh btw forums are back alive so u shoudl go and check them out!!
4/1/2010 5:45 PM PDT
cause if we do then ppl like you complain and bring us more veiwers lol
4/1/2010 5:37 PM PDT
Why does everyone post their stories in the comments instead of in the actual project...? o.o
4/1/2010 1:55 PM PDT
Read it
4/1/2010 1:54 PM PDT
Sex Me up
Author: LIZNETJE
I see her glance my way. She wiggles her nose unsure of what to think or how much she'll have to pay. If only she knew I'm here to tell her how sexy I can make her look. The way I could feel on her skin, slowly gliding up her thigh. Together we can surprise her husband with a secret. Lacey on the edges, detailed foileys over her impudent breasts...Victoria secret is mine to tell if she'll let me. I smile as she leaves with me in her mind...She'll be back. Hopefully I'll still be on sale by then.♥Lingerie.
Author: LIZNETJE
I see her glance my way. She wiggles her nose unsure of what to think or how much she'll have to pay. If only she knew I'm here to tell her how sexy I can make her look. The way I could feel on her skin, slowly gliding up her thigh. Together we can surprise her husband with a secret. Lacey on the edges, detailed foileys over her impudent breasts...Victoria secret is mine to tell if she'll let me. I smile as she leaves with me in her mind...She'll be back. Hopefully I'll still be on sale by then.♥Lingerie.
4/1/2010 11:26 AM PDT
Ugh forget about theirs stories go read mine! MINE ONLY!! MUHAHHAHAHHAHA
4/1/2010 9:21 AM PDT
Vacuum Self-Esteem Issues
Being told that "you suck" can whittle away at the ol' self-esteem. That's what I'm here for, though. Suck, Suck, Suck. Wanna know what sucks? If I don't suck well enough, I get thrown away and am replaced by something that sucks better. Oh, and the weight issue! I am sorry for being made as heavy as I am, ok? I can't help that I have these extra pounds that just won't come off. It's how I was made! I feel so ashamed that I hide in the closet when no one is using me. Oh the agony!
Being told that "you suck" can whittle away at the ol' self-esteem. That's what I'm here for, though. Suck, Suck, Suck. Wanna know what sucks? If I don't suck well enough, I get thrown away and am replaced by something that sucks better. Oh, and the weight issue! I am sorry for being made as heavy as I am, ok? I can't help that I have these extra pounds that just won't come off. It's how I was made! I feel so ashamed that I hide in the closet when no one is using me. Oh the agony!
4/1/2010 9:12 AM PDT
READ MINE READ IT
4/1/2010 8:21 AM PDT
I feel so damn violated. Go ahead, sit on me! I'm the one who takes your crap day after day and doesn't complain! You come in, not a word, piss all over me, even whistle as you do it. I've seen more asses than Snoop Dog. When you're ill you let me know by puking up all over me and i never complain! How interesting can that newspaper be man? You've been on me for hours and still not a word. Oh there you go, all done are we? Yeah forget to wipe my seat, can't you READ THE SIGN?
4/1/2010 7:21 AM PDT
Y O U R O C K M Y S O C K S ☺
Author: LIZNETJE
I was eyeing those new tropical skittles next to the vienna suasages on display when a pair of small slimy hands picked me of my rack.
"Look'et moma I liked 'dis ones." The girl was cute I'll give her that much. Her curly blonde pigtails flapped by her ears as she ran to her mother.
"Hmm. if your sure ..well alright."
I was rocketed into the box on wheels and brutally crammed into a wal-mart bag. Ugh. Before I new it something smelly forced it's way inside of me. I guess I can't complain I am the one who asked to be designed with different colors. Now my purpose in life is to be this little girls lucky socks. or just the pair of tube socks she uses on every friday night for roller skating.
Author: LIZNETJE
I was eyeing those new tropical skittles next to the vienna suasages on display when a pair of small slimy hands picked me of my rack.
"Look'et moma I liked 'dis ones." The girl was cute I'll give her that much. Her curly blonde pigtails flapped by her ears as she ran to her mother.
"Hmm. if your sure ..well alright."
I was rocketed into the box on wheels and brutally crammed into a wal-mart bag. Ugh. Before I new it something smelly forced it's way inside of me. I guess I can't complain I am the one who asked to be designed with different colors. Now my purpose in life is to be this little girls lucky socks. or just the pair of tube socks she uses on every friday night for roller skating.
4/1/2010 5:47 AM PDT
Did you know that every rock star in the world has bad Breath? I cant say that I know every rock star in the world, but I've met enough of them that I can make some assumptions. I suppose it comes with the territory of partying all night and biting the heads off bats and such, but come on, cant they use a breath mint before they come in? At least most pop singers know how to brush their teeth in morning. Speaking of morning, its time for me to retire to the mic locker for my beauty rest, goodnight.
4/1/2010 3:01 AM PDT
Jeez, Louise, will you make up your mind. Is this relationship going anywhere? You pick me up, you put me down. One minute you're in love with me, we're made for each other, the next, I bore you, you don't understand me. Remember how it started--you'd just finished an historical romance that made you cry. Nothing heavy, you said. Just a bit of chick lit, a summer romance perhaps, something to make me laugh. I warned you, I'm more complex than I appear, but I can make you happy. For a while it seemed like love. Now I'm not so sure.
3/31/2010 9:35 PM PDT
Nice! I especially like the creative name variation for "black pepper". You really showed the point of view of a salt shaker in a humorous way.
3/31/2010 8:12 PM PDT
Here I sit, minding my own business, when a sudden squeeze warns me that my world is about to be turned upside down again. Three times a day it happens, without so much as a word of thanks. My partner, Piper Nigrum, thinks he understands, but at least he stays upright. It's not really the same at all. Yesterday, someone actually dropped me. I was lucky nothing broke. I'm still feeling a little shaken. Piper says that he feels needed and likes his job, but the last thing that I ever want to hear again is, "Please pass the salt."
3/31/2010 5:42 PM PDT
I couldn't resist :)
3/31/2010 5:38 PM PDT
Nice to know the WEbook staff are human! Like all the rest of us! lol
3/31/2010 5:33 PM PDT
"the WEbook editorial staff will review all submission" should either read:
"...the WEbook editorial staff will review all submission[s]" (note the plural),
or
"the WEbook editorial staff will review [each] submission."
"...the WEbook editorial staff will review all submission[s]" (note the plural),
or
"the WEbook editorial staff will review [each] submission."
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3/31/2010 5:30 PM PDT
These 100 word challenges rock! They're prolific, ingenious, imaginative, productive, and more brilliant than any phosphorescent!
3/31/2010 5:23 PM PDT
Here it is, the big screen television. Its plastic face covering the picture it instills within its body parts. The built in surround sound speakers rattling the floor and windows. Its useful purpose is it can receive what is going on around us in the outside world and transmit into our living room. It is such an arrogant piece of electronic equipment, dominating the best of us to keep a vigal eye on it from dusk to dawn.
3/31/2010 3:20 PM PDT
I choose to write about a desk. It is sturdy and there for you when you treat it right. The desk holds up things and you use it to write on and put computers and other objects on it. I see the desk as a good invention and sometimes annoying when it gets in the way. But very useful for everyone. It can be arrogant and shy i guess.
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