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Is it all a dream? Charlie Knight ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I remember when I first died. I have no idea how this dream became a reality. Is it a reality? --------------------------------------------------------------------------… Read more

Dear Worstjokesever, This is made for fellow story-writers. I am going to make a story writing account, open to the public (password is given in private to those whom are trusted) Don't use this as a place to talk, or post will be deleted and re-posted ! Rules are 1-Don't use any ai. 2-Post only once a week, and sign what you post. (if you can't post that week, make a post saying you can't. 3-You may work on a… Read more

Discord stopped working, gonna fucking throw myself out a 5th story window and into a pool of lava

IN YOUTH'S TENDER BLOOM BY,SHAYLIE HAMILTON

In youth's tender bloom, we start to rise, Through days of innocence, under azure skies. With every step, a world anew we meet, As time unfurls its tapestry complete.

In childhood's grasp, we danced with glee, Through fields of dreams, wild and free. Each moment a treasure, each laughter a song, In the symphony of innocence, we belong.

Yet as seasons change, so too do we… Read more

I’m writing a long ass story that has a weird but continuous plot. Feel free to leave suggestions in the comments and I’ll incorporate them into my hellish amalgamation of hot garbage

None of you dimwits have anything left to say and I honestly don't blame anyone for leaving this website anymore. If you scroll through the chat all you will see is "Who's here??" and "Anyone on?" by the same 4 people. No one on this website is smart enough to maintain a simple human conversation, it all just feels fake or stolen. After being on this website for 6+ months, it appears that worstjokesever.com has been … Read more

To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip It was early in the morning when he rode into the town He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around He's an outlaw loose and running, came the whi… Read more

Once upon a time in the deepest depths of hell, Alastor, known as "The Radio Demon," found himself feeling uncharacteristically bored. As a sadistic demon with a penchant for chaos, it was rare for Alastor to experience such an emotion. However, his mischievous nature compelled him to seek out something that could bring pleasure to his twisted soul.

Eying his retrofitted radio booth, Alastor's eyes flickered with a … Read more

(Requested by Anonymous)

Arthur strolled into camp with a mischievous smirk on his face, his clothes nowhere to be found. Dutch raised an eyebrow at him, his expression a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

"What the hell are you doing, Arthur?" Dutch demanded.

"Just enjoying a little freedom, Dutch," Arthur replied with a chuckle. "Why, are you jealous?"

Dutch glared at him, crossing his arms. "Put some damn clo… Read more

Time for a fucked up story with DP! We start our story with a 2 year old child, his parents divorce and obviously split custody. The mom gets him sometimes and the dad gets him sometimes. Seems fine right? Fast forward and now the child is 8, still the same thing, back and fourth between the two parents, UNTIL..the Dad figured out that whenever the child is with the Mom, the Mom dresses him up like a girl and calls h… Read more

WC Siarra, here is the lore in my mind about the word heater. I know that its an old word for a gun. On a Reddit story on TikTok I saw someone say that heater was a gay slur. Then I found out it wasnt. So I made it one

Hello everyone! I guess I'm one of the only people from my friend group who hasn't said their farewell message yet, so I may as well say it now. Even though I haven't gotten the chance to talk to most of you and know each other well, it has been an experience just existing here, I guess. Amazing or not, it was still something. I never really introduced myself either, but if you want to know some little things about m… Read more

This year in our English class, all the stories we read were about death. The poems are all about depression and dying. In Hindi class we read a whole story about a selfish man who let an orphan freeze to death in the cold. Death does not faze me anymore