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End of Year News (December 2017)

Thu Dec 28, 2017 6:57 am by Adrian

(It's been one year since I made a news thread, oops)

Merry Christmas/Festivus/whatever holiday you do or do not celebrate!

2017 was a pretty busy year IRL for most of us - according to forum statistics, our busiest month was in June with 1671 total posts, meaning our post rate has been a little …

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Forum Bug

Wed Dec 28, 2016 6:18 am by Adrian

Hi all,

We're aware of a peculiar forum glitch that's causing some subforums to be locked.

Due to the lateness at this time, it might be a while before the glitch can be remedied, because despite my best efforts and as far as I can tell, everything seems to be working fine admin-side. It may have …

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Discord News/Update Test

Thu Dec 08, 2016 4:35 am by Adrian

Just a news, update test. Trying to get this thing to work.

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Post by WritingBookworm on Tue Jan 28, 2014 10:03 pm

So this is basically a short story I'm writing for English, and let's just say I have good reason to make this as perfect as it possibly can. So yes, I'm turning to you guys. I'm well aware that some of the segments are short, but I'm modifying those later so I can edit that alongside any other criticisms you guys have to offer.
Thank you!

Erin Mercer screamed.

She did so when she was first brought into the room, with her eyes clamped shut and with blood sprinkling her bare body. She continued her cry all through the hour as they cut the cord and scrubbed her clean.

She only stopped upon being brought to her mother, swaddled in a black blanket. Her eyes were closed and her thumb was in her mouth. At last she resembled a cooing dove rather than a screeching hyena.

“Erin Marie Mercer,” they named her. Erin for her late aunt, and Marie for her mother.

Along came fourteen years.

Erin Mercer was silent.

“She’s quiet,” Ms. Resnik said to her parents at the wooden oval desk. “It’s the middle of March yet she hasn’t spoken a single word since she stepped foot in this school.”

They continued with their discussion, unbeknownst to Erin. She simply sat with her knees to her chest and watched the other first-graders run, climb and swing. Squeals and laughs assaulted her ears.

The sunlight highlighted their smiles.

The shade wrapped its arms around her.

Erin didn’t mind the darkness. But would she mind the sunlight?

A child with bright golden hair approached the shadow of the oak tree.

“Hi there.”

Along came sunshine.

Erin Mercer was a genius.

That’s what her parents called her. Many of her assignments would return home with a bright red A, and she’d work diligently to bring one of those that were marked with anything less.

They told her she was bright.

Erin loved to believe them.

Along came the heirlooms.

Erin Mercer had a responsibility.

“You’re entering middle school, and Sophie’s just about to begin her freshman year,” her father said. “It’s high time that we give you these.”

She glanced at Sophie. Her older sister didn’t appear to know anything more than she did.

“What is it?” Erin asked.

Her mother walked up to the both of them and unwrapped her fists. In one hand was an elaborate bracelet studded with aquamarines, offered to Sophie. In the other was a single onyx hanging off of a chain, offered to her.

The darkness of the object enchanted her. She reached out to it slowly, as though in a trance, and then put it on.

“These stones are precious,” her mother said. “Promise us that you’ll protect them.”

They did.

Along came the tools.

Erin Mercer loved to help.

Not a day passed by in which she did not help someone. She couldn’t help but smile when they smiled, and along with her love for people grew her love for the heirloom.

Along came the malfunction.

Erin Mercer changed.

She could no longer help.

She tried. Oh, did she try.

But she failed.

They saw this. They laughed at her failure.

And then they laughed at her.

Retard. Idiot. Sometimes, even slut.

But mostly, failure.

She believed it.

Along came the darkness.

Erin Mercer was desolate.

She sat on her bed, her chest somehow feeling heavy and empty at the same time.

In her palm rested the onyx. Its taunts were worse than the ones at school.

They had thought she could be trusted. They had thought she was worthy of the priceless artifact, and that ultimately she would become a success.

They couldn’t have been more wrong.

Her fingers clamped around the stone. “I don’t want this. . .”

She hurled it across the room with all the force she could muster. “I DON’T WANT THIS!”

She fell to her knees, the tears pricking her eyelids like darts. She tried to force down the bulging lump in her throat, but within seconds her face was composed of more glistening lines than skin.

Her voice was feeble. “I . . . really don’t want this. . .”

That’s when she figured out the ‘this’ she was referring to.

What if. . .

She could be rid of it?

Along came the hope.

Erin Mercer was alone.

The fourteen-year-old turned over the grimy pistol in her hands. The note was in place and her more valuable belongings in the hands of people she trusted. All of her affairs were in order.

Now or never.

Her throat constricted. Her fingers flexed around the gun.

Was she so sure that she wanted to do this? Her family would be devastated.

But then again, she’d always devoted herself to bringing about the happiness of others.

It was her turn to be happy.

She drew in a deep inhale and pressed the barrel to her head. The cool metal sent icy waves over her skin.

She tightened her grip when she felt herself loosening her hold.

“Sorry guys.”

Erin willed herself to pull the trigger before she could stop herself.

And along came a gunshot.

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Post by Mythie on Tue Jan 28, 2014 10:43 pm

holy crap writing.......

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Post by TheKartik on Wed Jan 29, 2014 6:24 am

Quite good, WritingBookworm. Keep it up!

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