wait to we write the story in the comments...? *is stupid*

c:

wow!

It has been just a few minutes since the threatining thunderstorm has passed. Almost all structures have been burnt to ashes or struct by lightining , except for one rusty windmill and a few staggering buildings. As the unpromising clouds cleared up the sunset in the sky, 3 of the many survivors approached the almost-broken mill in the east. They were the last of their big friendship circle.One of them was in a tightly tucked in tee-shirt, colored the color of grass and oranges. His hazel-ish brown hair shown signs of struggle and perseverance, and tightly gripped a shotgun in his right hand. His name was (enter name).Behind him was a young girl in a messed up pink polo, her auburn orange hair all over the place due to the hurricane like winds. Her face shown disbelief, like one of her friends died. Her arm was hopelessly stretched outward, as if trying to grab (enter name)'s shoulder. The guy in the back did nothing, just sat there and watched the tragedy unfold. [cont :P]

Yep, how else? XoD

[cont SXDS]

(enter name) had salty tears coming down his face. His usual smile turn into a grim frown. As he slowly raised the gun to his head, he repeated these words:

"I lost almost everything in my life: my home, my family, heck, my pet! I cant live without them. I, I shall join them in the heavans. They led a good life, and I did too. Time for me to leave this place."

The tone of his voice was surely determined about this desicion. There was probally no way of stopping this fate he had chosen. As his finger slowly pressed the trigger...

"DON'T DO IT!!"

The auburn haired girl, named (enter name) has jumped infront of the bullet, striking her in the chest. Blo.od spewed everywhere, and (entername) dropped the gun. He slowly dropped to his knees at the sight of him k!lling his friend when he should be the one dead. Noone had a phone, and no ambulance or hospital was in sight. In fear, the remaining 2 kids fled the scene, in terror and disbelief.

[The END Q-Q]

CrystalWarrior_3: Horray, what a happy ending :oD

@Hed XD Lol i guess? Idk. But my hand hurts now from typing that ._. :o

I was gonna try, BUT I SAY CRYSTAL WINS BY DEFAULT ODO

@KatietheMinecraftian

lol thx XD

( I made up names hope you dont mind )
As Steve drove down the road a man started to limp in the middle of the road. "AHHHHH" Steven yelled as he tried to stear away from the man. Tomas grabed the wheel and ran over the man. Blood spatterded all over the front of the car. Steve quickly pulled over, got out of the car and threw up on the side of the road. " WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!" Steve yelled at Tomas. "He was one of those things. Cant 'cha tell?" Steve looked closely. The man had come black eyes and no whites. It looked like he had no eyes. And his sink. Pale grey. His teeth were also razor sharp. "Oh...dear..god..." Steve went back into the car along with tomas and they drove away. ( Time skip )
As they got to the city they all gasped. The city was over run with the monsters. They didnt seem to care about the car even if they got run over. (This time skip is brought to you by frogs) "Mom, Dad? Are you in here?" Said Steve as entered a hosital. Moaning is all they heard.(con.)

(ill name da girl Ammie)

Ammie:"JACK NOOO!"

(The gun guy jack, i dont know why, it sounds classy)

Jack: "I have to! TO SAVE THE FROGS!"

Ammie: "NOOOOO"

(Random dude named bob)

Bob: "i dont know these people...."

( LE WILD ALIENS APROCHED!)

(Cowboys Vs Aliens :L)

(TAKE 2)

Ammie: "JACK! ARE YOU SURE UR GOING??"

Jack: "Yes.... This has to be done....."

Bob: "If your leaving, can i have the frogs...?"

(Ammie and Jack stares at Bob)

Froggie: "HEY LOOK! I CAN FLYYYYY! HAH! SO LONG, LOSERS!

Tomas grabed his gun as two monsters limped in. " Mom....Dad..." Steve said sadly. Tomas shot both of the monsters. "They werent human no more" Steve took the gun "N-n-no you're two are the monters!" As he said that he shot Tomas and Miss.Matthews down. Dead. He then took the gun to his head. "Goodbye world, this monster is leaveing

The End :3

(Take 3 [im bored])

Ammie: "JACK!"

Jack: "GOSH WOMAN, WHAT IS IT?!"

Ammie: "WAT R U GOIN TO DO WIT ALL DEM FROGS?!"

Jack: "THERE MY PETS!"

Ammie: "BUT THERE IS, LIKE, 100 OF DEM!"

Jack: "WHY R U YELLING?!"

Ammie: "I DONT KNOW!"

Bob: "im hungry...."

Froggy: "I dont know any of deez peeps."

(DERP END)

Ohmygoodnessohmygoodnesswhy.
WhydidithavetologoutofmyaccountwhileIwaswritingmine?
Oh well. :l

WRITING CONTEST? WILL DO.))

I stared emptily at the television screen, eyeing the gray static with indifference. It had been three days. Three days since Maurine had passed away. Three days since the cremation was scheduled. Three days since the last of my happiness breathed out of me along with Maurine's last dying breath.
I slowly looked up from the gray fuzz on the screen and looked around my house. Dusty, dark, an occasional shelf that held not much more than an abandoned piece of china - that pretty much sums it up. The only thing that wasn't coated in dust was a small picture frame of... her. Before she was bald and dying. Age ten, with shiny, healthy hair that glowed auburn in the sun.
Swallowing thickly, I ripped my eyes from the photograph and looked outside, where dreary clouds choked the sky, casting a foreboding shadow on the gently swaying grass beneath it. (Continued.)

In the distance was a wiry black windmill. It stood defiantly against the winds hurling themselves against it as it had when I'd first built this house; exactly where it came from I wasn't sure. What I did know was that it held many painful memories for me - events that occured no more than ten yards in front of it that would otherwise haunt my mind like a poisonous mist.
Even then, as I stared at it through the window with deadened eyes, I could see it all replaying; my wife, hunched over with grief from the news of our deceased daughter, her once bright green eyes red and swollen; my son, stunned and staring with empty eyes, his ragged black jacket swaying harshly with the unrelenting winds around him; and most of all, me, clutching a gun to my side as though it was my only salvation - and in a way, at the time, it was. (Still continued. :I)

I had my back to them, clutching the gun so tightly that my knuckles were white. "We've suffered too much," I remember saying emptily, my voice barely carrying over the vio.lent winds around us. "She suffered too much. I did too. We all did. There's no way to end this happily, so..." My grip somehow tightened on the gun as I finally turned to face them, shadows casting darkly over my stoick facial features. "We should at least end the suffering together. As.... as a family." I choked on the last word, my eyes steely with grim determination. "We should all end this together." My wife's eyes widened considerably as she eyed the weapon in my hand before her gaze flickered up to meet mine, here face blanching. "You don't mean.... Arthur! That won't fix anything!" I shook my head slowly. "We moved out here to be closer to her hospital, Rose. I quit my job, our son more or less cut off his social life completely, and you aborted our next child in fear of another tumor." (Continued.)

*her, not here))

Heres something really stupid

Loading bullets in his pistol, the man in the green shirt started to walk foward. The lady extended her arm trying to stop him. He slapped her arm back, "You can't stop me, Im getting my 78th frog back from Jerry. Not you, not this storm is going to stand in my way." Red shirt man stood idle by, As if he agreed with the man in the green shirt.

Welp thats all I can do for now without thinking too much. :P

I narrowed my eyes in cold acknowledgement as I went on. "We've given up everything for a lost cause. In the end, we lost... we should at least lose properly."

Several minutes later, the field had settled into an unnerving silence as the remainder of my family fled to the car, leaving me to cope with my grief alone. The last I saw of them was the silver flash of my son's eyes as a sliver of sunlight hit them; then he was gone, out of sight as the car door slammed shut. I watched as the care became merely a black speck on the horizon, toneless expression on my face never faltering.

Now, three days later, I shift my gaze back to the television, for the first time welcoming the black silence that pressed against me from all sides. "I'm practically dead with you, Maurine..." I murmur, shutting my eyes with a husky sigh. "I'm dead already..."

(Done. Sorry, I couldn't get terribly creative with this one. I also haven't written in ages, so. :T)

*car, not care. >:U))

This loooks AWESOME!>w<

Btw, in the recent collab i made i put u in it :D

(Sounds like fun! Might as well try!)
The storm clouds gathered in the sky. The winds blew a weird smoke to the west, covering the setting sun. A windmill stood forlorn in the sunset.
A young girl stood by the windmill, reaching out for a boy in a green shirt. Her mouth stood open, but she couldn't speak. The boy held a gun. Another boy stood behind, just standing and watching. A whole group of frogs hopped around in the background, never moving from their spot.
(Using the name Jack, it really does suit him xD)
"Jack!" Diane screamed from the distance. "You can't do this!" Jack's eyes filled with tears. "I must, it's the only way." His heart was beating 10 times too fast. His hands were shaky and his knees buckling. "Will you help me Diane?" She gave a halfhearted smile. "Well, I guess so." She didn't want to help, but she had no other choice... (Cont...)

He raised the gun to his head. Diane grabbed a frog from the back. The boy still stood behind motionless. Jack closed his eyes and then pulled the trigger. He sank to the floor and Diane screamed in terror. She quieted herself and sat the frog on top his body. The frog just stood and ribbeted. The boy who had stood behind was now standing beside Jack. He grabbed the frog and threw it into a little pond a few feet away. "Diane, stop this rubbish. Frog's do NOT make people come back to life! What did you expect? Now he's dead!" The boy yelled. Diane cried. "It must work, my father said it works! My father doesn't lie!" "Diane, he told you a bedtime story! Give this up! You've already k-kiIled Jack!" Diane jumped up and grabbed another frog. She sat this one down on his head "Please work!" Everything became quiet. 5 seconds became like five hours. Suddenly Jack gasped and sat up. His eyes were opened wide. "It worked? Did it work?" Jack asked. (Cont)

Diane cheered. "Oh yes Jack! It really works!" She hugged him tight. The boy stood gaping. Suddenly the smoke cleared and the windmill stopped spinning. Jack, Diane and the boy held hands and walked forward. They took a bow and said together, "THE END!". o.0
(Sorry, this was so dumb. xD lolz)

Once there was a frog. It was owned by three people, Mrs. Lady, Mr. Sir, and their son, George.

The frog also happened to be a wizard, and it was ruining it's owners' lives.

One day, the frog made the sky all cloudy when the family was going on a picnic at the beach.

It also spawned a bunch of other frogs, who were also wizards.

"Im gonna ki.ll those frogs." Mr. Sir said, blinded by rage.

"Dont do it!" Mrs. Lady shouted.

But he had already shot at the frogs.

An epic battle arose, but the frogs were too strong, and Mr. Sir lost.

So they moved away and left the frogs there, to be delt with by whoever moved in.

The End :D

I wrote my story but it got messed up, so it was written not as well again.

It was the same story though.

>Twister
i just won this contest.

Jawny wants to venture out and slay the frog king before frognado arrives and turns all their pets into werefrogs and causes the frogapocalypse. But Miss Frizzle knows this would kiII him, and tried to stop him. Jawny wouldnt stop though because he loves Miss Frizzle and wants her to be safe, even though shes with her lover Dave. Dave is hopelessly confused on what to do because Jawny is like a bro and Frizzle is a sweetheart.

I bet the actual story is way more interesting though xD

I'm still pretty convinced Texabella wins. xD

^ Hell naw, I think the frog rules all. :U

Aw dangit I´m too late. I finally get to comment here again and now this.
Well, be informed that MY story would have blown everyones MINDS!
(hint) It´d be about a Zombie-like disease that turns people into frogs...

@whoever

GENIUS! XD -Gives yu a hat that says Genius of The Day- XD

i have the perfect story: 30 years after courage the cowardly dog, thats all i got to say

Tara woke up one morning very hungry as usual. She's always wanted a big fat b'utt so she could impress Christophart. Every day she ate:
-Ten Wedding Cakes
-Nine Dozen Cookies
-Eight Bowls of Mac & Cheese
-Seven Pizzas
-Six Choclate Bars
-Five Butter Sticks
-Four Toaster Stroodles
-Three Gallons of Strawberry Milk
-Two Buckets of Fried Chicken
-One Celery Stick
It was a special celery stick, infused with crack. It balanced out her whole body. As the day went by she ate and ate. The sun was begining to set and she opened the fridge and looked for a celery stick. They were all gone! She ran to the closest grocery store and asked for the goods, they said "Im zorry no speakeh gud inglish." Tara screamed. By then her left b'uttcheek gained 700 pounds and so she bought special pants. She ran up to the agricultural part of town and saw a fire going on in a house. She saw Christopharts brother, Gastavo standing outside. He looked guilty of something. (cont.)

I'll give it a shot, but I'm not reading through all the other comments, meaning someone probably already wrote the same thing...:
It was mid-September, august was beginning, and along with it came storm season.
Now, me and my older sister have been running a frog farm for quite a few years now, and each year, the frogs legs would be cut off and sold at the market, but this year was diffrent.(cont.) (keeping comments short because my internet is spotty atm.)

Tara asked Gastavo what was going on. Gastavo said "I was planting the celery and I accidentally pharted, everything caught on fire." Tara began to worry about Christophart. "IS CHRISTOPHART OKAY?!" she asked. "I can't find him." said Gastavo. Tara ran closer to the farm but the smoke's scent was too strong, she fainted. She woke up with a bunch of frogs on top of her. "THIS IS NO TIME FOR HUGS, UNCLE FRED!" she shouted at one of the frogs on top of her. She turned around and saw Christophart. He was crying. "C-Christophart?" she saw he was holding a gun. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING CHRISTOPHART?" Christophart couldn't stand it anymore. "Tara, I love you but your b'uttcheeck is F-ing gross dude." "What?" Christophart shot himself in the toe and died instantly. The End.

The frogs we raised this year were...diffrent...to say the least...

These frogs were the ones that saw our parents (who helped us run the farm in the beginning, and still checked back every so often to see how things were.) pass away. They both died within a week of each other due to an uncurable illness contracted in a diffrent country during their vacation. This meant we only had the frogs to keep us company while we mourned our parents passing.

Both me and my sister had created intense emotional bonds with the frogs over the months, and we actually gave them names (we had both agreed to not name previous herds to make it feel less inhumane when we removed their legs) and learned of their personalities.

(Squally's made me laugh way too hard omg)

But early September saw the worst storms to hit our Oklahoma farm.

One night, a storm quickly rolled in and caught us both by suprise. We had mere minutes to hastily race to our precious frogs and collect them before the intense winds got the chancd to carry them away. We made to our storm shelter along with a sack full of the frogs and in those moments of fear, both me and my sister agreed to keep these frogs into their old age, even if it meant finding part-time jobs elsewhere to pay the taxes on the land.

The next day:
both me and my sister emerge from the storm shelter to find our precious farm laid waste to. We would later recieve news an F4 tornado touched down a half mile from our house, but in the moments we looked out at the fresh mud and destroyed land, we feared what would happen next.

Me and my sister took a long and silent walk around the perimeter of our land and what we saw brought us to silent tears. The trees we saw years ago, when we were first looking for land, had been completly uprooted and carelessly tossed aside by the twister. The large shed we stored our tools in was completly gone, with only a small brown area where it once stood to show its previous existance. As we kept walking, we noticed there were no birds chirping that day, nor bees buzzing nor insects singing their tunes. It was silent.

As we returned to our humble living space, we noticed the frogs had found a way out of the now beaten-up cellar door. Yet, they too were quiet and still, hardly moving exept for the occasional leap into the air. We bothed jumped, as the phone sprang to life inside the empty home.

I rushed inside and picked up the old land-line. A pre-recorded plastic-sounding mans voice stated as follows, "I am afraid to say that, due to recent events inside the company, your insurance has been canceled for the time being." I tried to argue, but the voice continued its message on loop until I hung up. I retuned outside with silent tears stre.aming down my face once again.

My sister immediatly looked at me with extreme worry, asking hundreds of questions like "who was that?" or "whats going on?, your scaring me." I walked steadily to her and gave her a long hug. Afterwards, I put my hands on either side of her head (in front of her ears) and whispered shakily, "we're going to have to sell the frogs."

We had aproximately 2 weeks before the man came to collect the frog legs. Both me and my sister took up jobs in the city to keep us going, but every moment we wern't working, we were spending with the frogs. Without family or land, the frogs were all we had. We had built a temporary space for them, as the twister took most of the fence and livable space for the frogs.

The weeks went by, and with each passing day we had more and more trouble sleeping and working, as we knew the inevitable was still to come.

The day:
The day was overcast, causing bad memories of the storm to come back in vivid detail. Neither I or my sister went to work that day. The man came at sunrise, and he wanted his frog legs. My sister tried to stop me, but I took the brave steps forward, with the axe in my hand and tears in my eyes, I did what had to be done.

The man walked away with what he came for, and in return we got the large paycheck we needed to both rebuild the farm, and pay overdue taxes. After that day, me and my sister agreed to change our farm to strictly livestock and crops. Raising only two frogs each year, as pets, in memory of our parents.
-Fin.

(ok, so I realize I mistook the gun as an axe, but...they are on a farm...so a handgun is less likely than an axe.)

AAAAAAAAAUGH!!!! WHENEVER I TRY TO WRITE ANYTHING IT GETS DELETED BY THE AOTOMATIC LOG-OUT SYstem.... *Sigh* I'll just write it on paper.

---The Windmill---
---An adaption by Lucaspdd---

It was an early saturday morning in early may, when Finley's mother decided to go to the local Farmer's market 3 miles down-town.
Everyone was coming along.
No one was excited but Kaleb, though Finley managed to maintain a reasonable emotional balence.
"Alright", said Finley's Mother, once everyone had piled themselves into the car, "Is everyone ready to go?"
Timmy and Susan grimaced and said, "Yes Mother."
The others remained silent.
"Alright then", said thier Mother, "Then let's go-"
"I have to go to the bathroom." inturrupted Jimmy.
"Really?" Said the two eldest.

---To be continued---

Ah okay, wait for it...
I´m trying to keep it short, alright.
So there´s this Zombie-like apocalypse going on that keeps turning people into frogs.
And these people are on thier quest to the only place in Arizona that could have human survivors, maybe even a cure.
So they left the car to savage some food while on thier way.
But then the brown haired guy´s best friend gets bitten by a frog. So the brown haired guy lets call him Adrian prepares to kil.l him out of mercy.

This is a very climatic moment in the story, especially since a flock of frogs arrives on the screen while they´re about to shoot him. They lose blonde haired guy let´s call him Tom in the process, he gets overrun by the flock and the infected friend, Martin, flees.
The two remaining protagonists, Adrian and Suzy make it to the car and continue thier quest.

Oh jeez so many of these stories are wonderful, it's gonna be tough to pick XoD

WOAH
I KINDA REELED BACK WHEN I SAW MY NEWEST FOLLOWER
THANKS
A LOT
5EVER

I got too tired to finish mine... XD

I know this is over, but I don't care. So once there was a couple. And then they got into a fight for whatever reason, and then they broke up. So the boy was angry, depressed, and had a gun. His ex called him and asked him to come to the windmill, hoping that she could get him back. Although she noticed something different about him, he had a gun. It appeared he wanted to commit sui'cide! He brought the gun closer and closer to his head, AND THEN HE SHOT! And here's the plot-twist. It turned out that it was a completely unnecessarily complicated trick shot and an attempt on his ex's life! But he missed. And then his friend walked up to them and it was awkward for everyone. The end! XD I know, worse story ever!