comment shit for me to write, I need practice

bob

I can't breathe. I can barely think. The world is a messy spiral of pain and colors, and in the middle of it all, he stands, his back to me. I cough up blood, not sure if it's mine or someone else's, and manage to utter one sentence.
"What..are you?"
The answer was as swift as it was cryptic.
"I am Bob."

Russian Cargo plane crashes in antarctica. Turns out it's not antarctica, it's a hole in a sphere of ice guarding the earth, and there are 19 more alternate earths contained in holes that are in the sphere of ice.

too good to just make a short paragraph, you should write that

omori

My room isn't actually white. At least, I don't think so.
I've become so desensitized to this bleak place, it's become colorless. The glare of my laptop is the only thing with life, but it's shallow. Unfeeling.
I'm cold, or maybe hot.
I'm sad, or perhaps joyous.
I'm not anything at all.
And that's all I'll ever be.

thanks

np

I almost spit on him. Who the f**k would say something so immature? What kind of immature asshole-
"Why aren't you laughing?"
A spark of rage ignites inside me. I spit two barely coherent words.
"F**k you."

What's up it's me BonerlinthMusic

I click on the "create account" button, chuckling to myself. I wonder how long it'll take for some admin or something to catch on to my less than appropriate username. I post some shitty song I made in like 10 minutes, fully expecting to be either unnoticed or banned.
Imagine my surprise when I checked it the next day.

melmetal gets allowed

Melmetal @ King's Rock
Ability: Iron Fist
Tera Type: Steel
EVs: 252 HP / 252 Atk / 4 SpD
Adamant Nature
- Double Iron Bash
- Thunder Punch
- Protect
- Ice Punch

Indeedee-F (F) @ Mental Herb
Ability: Psychic Surge
Tera Type: Psychic
EVs: 248 HP / 8 SpA / 252 SpD
Sassy Nature
IVs: 0 Atk
- Trick Room
- Helping Hand
- Healing Wish
- Expanding Force

My roommate stares in utter horror.
"You're a hate criminal"

Fair

Someone wakes up inside a computer world where a cyber version of Slenderman lives

The last thing I remembered was booting up a shitty creepypasta game I found.
These woods are dark.
I stand up, looking down.
...
I don't seem to have a torso.
I ponder this for a while, before wishing I had a light. Lo and behold, a hand holding a flashlight appears. It appears that it follows my vision. Having a lack of body parts, I instinctively try to walk. A bit crushed footstep noise plays that I swear to God I've heard in a thousand other games.
In front of me is a page, and if I had a face, it would have been frowning.
Walking up to the page, it has some writing that a 10-year-old might have found creepy.
Without having any discernable limbs (aside from the floating hand), however, I have no way of picking it up. Almost on cue, it randomly vanishes, and a bit of text appears at the edge of my vision. It's then that I realize that my vision is a perfect square.
...
I have a headache.

I blink a few times. Surely not.
No way I can be gay.
I think for a while.
No, there's no way.
I close my eyes for five seconds, but the apple doesn't come.
I look to my second monitor, a 24-7 stream of gay porn, to try not to think about it.

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