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The words you have to base your brilliance around are below
'(Park) Bench'
Get styling, you hip young cats.
WINNER
Ashman wrote:
> Playing for the jersey
>
> The yellow slides over skin,
> New day, new match, new chances.
> Strolling upon a fresh green pitch,
> Supporters aim their glances.
>
> The jersey owns me, I play for it,
> I love the Crew, I’m Columbus bred.
> It runs deep inside me, yellow blood,
> Without this passion I would be dead.
>
> Give me the ball; a sphere of chance.
> Give me a yard.
> Half a yard.
> Give me anything.
> I want to give the Crew what they deserve.
>
> ”I play for the jersey. I love Columbus.”
>
> And the shirt comes off.
> The gloves removed.
> Buddle twelve.
> CROO APPROVED.
>
> bench
Is situated just above the cockandballs/ladyhole
The yellow slides over skin,
New day, new match, new chances.
Strolling upon a fresh green pitch,
Supporters aim their glances.
The jersey owns me, I play for it,
I love the Crew, I’m Columbus bred.
It runs deep inside me, yellow blood,
Without this passion I would be dead.
Give me the ball; a sphere of chance.
Give me a yard.
Half a yard.
Give me anything.
I want to give the Crew what they deserve.
”I play for the jersey. I love Columbus.”
And the shirt comes off.
The gloves removed.
Buddle twelve.
CROO APPROVED.
bench
Just lie down and die!
*Draws stake.*
*Locates crossroads.*
*looks around for running water.*
*Crafts subtle garlic noose.*
Fall back to the chasm from whence thou came,
FOUL BEAST!
MATTHEW
YOU LEFT YOUR PLATE
IN THE SINK
NOW I WILL SHOUT FOR 4 HOURS AND GO ON FOREVER WITH NO BREATHS INBETWEEN AND MAKE WILD ACCUSATIONS ABOUT YOU, YOUR PERSONAL HEALTH AND STATE REASONS WHY YOU HAVEN'T GOT A GIRLFRIEND AND MOAN BECAUSE YOU'VE GOT SOME WASHING ON YOUR BEDROOM FLOOR
WASH THE POTS
# PROBLEM:
You have typed most of your post in CAPITAL letters. Some people find this discourteous, as it gives the impression you are shouting, and is not allowed on these forums.
I roam through the fridge
with an eye for pudding-esque goodness.
ROLO MOUSSE - YAY YAY YAY.
I return, equipped with spoon,
extend my arm, grab th-
"No! Those aren't for you,
I bought them for work."
Oh, how you thwart me, mother.
[I]Halo, Half-Life, Conker,
take note
this is how to own at being an FPS
The shooting is simple
the guns rewarding
if only they made it online
[I]English
Tomorrow
Nothing Yet
English
Tomorrow
Nothing Yet
[I]Psychology:
Monday.
Nothing yet
English:
Tuesday.
Nothing yet