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 Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 6:22 pm
Ok i have 18,000 k and i dont have anything i need, so i am having a contest for who ever can wright the best story about this genre.
You are a piece of gum, have a awesome adventure and some how return into your owners mouth!
Remember, this is for 18,000 K.
I know this is not a lot for you gaia cash guys but for you non cash guys this is a lot!
So be creative, spontaneous, and have fun!!
Ends June 15
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 6:44 pm
Don't you mean 18k...?
18k= 18,000
18,000k= 18,000,000
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 7:07 pm
The Anti-Twilight Riot Don't you mean 18k...? 18k= 18,000 Winner <---r 18,000k= 18,000,000 :/
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 2:37 pm
1. When does the contest end?
2. One upon a time, there was a piece of gum named Steven. He go so chewy one day, he became a huge bubble. He started to float away. He went so high, he popped on an airplane. Then, after they landed, they cleaned him off and threw him away. When he got to a junkyard, a passerby cat got Steven stuck on him. His owner got very mad and angrily washed him off. When he was in the trash, Steven noticed he didnt taste so bad. He began to eat himself, and eventually, a paradox was formed, then the end of the world. THE END.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 4:23 pm
Once upon a time, there was a piece of gum. Every other gum he'd met called him Bob, and he constantly had to correct them by saying, "My name's Gummy, not Bob!" So Gummy was a piece of gum in the store, and became even more optimistic when someone bought him for 50¢. The little boy who bought him stuck Gummy in his mouth and started chewing, and chewing, and chewing. He chewed for maybe half an hour before finally blowing Gummy so hard that he became a bubble. The bubble was big enough to lift the little boy one inch off the ground before leaving the little boy's mouth with a loud POP! Gummy continued to float, higher and higher, until eventually he ran into a sleek jet plane, expanding to cover the nose of it. Soon it reached such a high speed that Gummy fell off of the plane. It was still pretty large, thus parachuting down through the sky. The little boy found him again, floating down. Hey, gum is gum, the boy thought as he rolled Gummy into a little ball, and began chewing him once more. THE END!
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 5:37 pm
Sure, why not?
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It was nice in the wrapper. Cool, smooth. Held in the little box with all of the other sticks, duplicates of myself. We were quiet, jostled around every so often when the purse swung too roughly on its strap. Every now and then, the little box would open and one of us would disappear. It would open up more space, and we would jostle more, for even smaller movements than the purse swinging. There were whispers, excitement when the box opened.
But I was never chosen. Not until I was alone in the box.
One final time, the little slot opened and I was pulled out, the wrapper crackling as deft fingers unwrapped me. It was a strange feeling, being pulled naked through the air. I couldn't see. I had no eyes. There was wet, and then a squishing feeling. It was pleasant. I loosened, and was massaged by hard objects.
But then it was gone. I was falling, I think, with the wind blowing past me. Down, down, with a dropping feeling in my gut. I bounced, off a hand I think, and then off another. I continued falling, hitting a knee, another hand. Don't ask how I knew what they were. I suppose it was just instinctive.
And then I hit the ground. The little stones were sharp, relentless as they clung to me. I bounced once, and hit the ground again, more stones joining their fellows. I was horrified. I thought I would be left there, to harden and crust over on the ground. To turn into a spot on the concrete, or worse, something disgusting on the bottom of a shoe.
And then gentle fingers gripped me again, brushing me against a shirt. The stones fell away, and I was blown on for good measure.
"Five second rule!" I heard, before I was popped back into the moist place.
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That, uh...
Was the weirdest thing I've ever written xD
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