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Tournament: The Author | And the WINNER is....
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An update soon I suppose
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I have more posts then the actual competitors tho
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Element dwarfing the post counts of everyone else in this thread.
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And I know right. That's because you guys never posttttt
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And I know right. That's because you guys never posttttt
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Don't come for me tho I'm not a judge or competitor
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Neither Anvarie nor Sebas have EVER posted in this thread Messs
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hi.
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hello. you want to join and write about how you like older men?
Me. I Am Dylan... The Horny Chanteuse
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2 hours left before the bloodbath!
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Who is still in. Is their a top 5 already
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Who is still in. Is their a top 5 already
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Check the front page! There are 6 remaining.
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ROUND 1 - THE ENTRIES
Speezy
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Me. I Am Speezy ... the Mysterios One
Hello all.
First let me explain my nickname on this forum. I created my username simply from taking the name of Jordin Sparks's fan-base name referring to an individual fan. It is unoriginal but to most atrlers it is original. I have added my alterations to it by adding a "C" to it, so I'll be noticed as CSpeezy. This is the only forum besides 4chan that I browse
Aside from stanning for Jordin Sparks, I do much more creative,fun and active things. I ran track until something unfortunate happened. I will resume running track my Senior year. I love video games, one of my favorite video game series is Pokemon. Pokemon was my childhood favorite and still is because the storyline and requirements. While some games today still try to mimic Pokemon's theme. When I'm bored in class I end up writing lyrics or drawing.
Did I mention I hate clingy people? Last summer I hooked up with a chick and loved her. Now she loved me to the point where she was disturbing my school. She called to see if I made it back to school one day. Not to mention our relationship was long distance and I was not feeling as much in love with her as I once was. We broke up this April and I haven't been happier.
Overall, I am a calm person that stans for Jordin Sparks and loves video games and Anime. I am also straight forward to the point at times.
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ROUND 1 - THE ENTRIES
T-Swizz
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Me. I Am......The Elusive T-Swizzle
Boundaries exist in our world and shape our society whether we are able to notice them or not and as time goes on they are either strengthened or weakened. Human boundaries have existed since the beginning of time either for numerous species to peacefully coexist or to lead to advancements within each respective species’ society. Once a boundary is weakened or strengthened, every different society the boundaries had influenced will either help advance the society or dissolve it depending on the strength of the boundary. Relationships between individuals of different culture oftentimes become strained, depending on the circumstances and environment they are under, mostly due to the lack of communication. The species and land boundaries that exist in the world are constantly shifting. When one group of people begins to intentionally violate the precedent boundaries set by those before them, it upsets the balance that every affected society has grown accustomed towards, resulting in a consequence tantamount to the degree of change. As a child of a third world country that is currently under occupation I understand just how important boundaries can be. Cooperative shared attention experienced between societies reinforces the boundaries already established between them; while uncooperative shared attention will weaken and inevitably deteriorate the land and societal boundaries existing, coercing unnecessary psychological trauma onto the people. However, as society begins to experience shared attention with one another more often an empathy is given room to develop ultimately fueling a need for cooperative shared attention.
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ROUND 1 - THE ENTRIES
Hugamari
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"Aim for the stars!" I've been told. Everyone is told. We're told so that we try. Ironically, we're told this so we try to excel in school. We get to high school and realize that maybe we will remain on the ground; someone has to be there to tell the next generation the same things they were spoon-fed as children, right? We're told to "aim for the stars!", but nobody ever does...so I will.
Me. I am Hugamari...The Prolific Wordsmith |
I didn't always want to be a writer, but my goals were always ambitious. I'd first dreamed to become an artist. Around that age, when asked what they wanted to be when they grew up, you'd have girls saying "princess!", or, slightly more realistically, "veterinarian!"; you'd have boys saying "police man!" or "doctor!"...but I wanted to explore my creativity. Being the imaginative young boy I was, it only seemed fitting to be an artist. To make a long story short, I stopped wanting to be an artist because some ground-bound folk discouraged me enough to demotivate me entirely; they would've done it again had I not realized what was going on.
I was lost for a few years, but you don't have everything figured out when you're 12, right? (We just like to think we do.) I always had a different answer for the dreaded "when you grow up" question, but I honestly had no clue. It wasn't until I was 15 that I discovered that I not only enjoyed writing, but it was also something I felt I was good at.
I started writing as a hobby, and it quickly escalated into a passion. The more I wrote, the more I improved. As of now, I have a collection of (mostly) everything I have wrote since the time I was 15. I look back and it makes me happy to know how much I improved, and how much more there still is to learn. It's why I'm here now...more experiences in writing.
The journey may be rough, but it'll be worth it.
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ROUND 1 - THE ENTRIES
Emmy Del Rey
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Me. I Am Emmy. The Submissive Extrovert
The afternoon had been breezy and calm, as the sun was setting to the west. The final rays of the day were invading the last inches of my home as the shined through my blinds. I was seven years old, watching my mother put on her make up for her date with my father. The flick of her wrist, and the shimmery powder that dusted through the ending sunlight had me captivated. Her rants about the gossiping "chismosas" at her work had escaped me, and my entire being was fixated on her powders, blushes, brushes, nail polises, and lipsticks on her drawer. The mischievous nature in myself had planned quickly to escape back into her room when she left and paint myself for the first time. The use of these contraptions had me confused and bewildered, what went where, how much to put on? The time felt like cream being flicked off a lovers lips, and flew by. I was standing back admiring myself in the mirror, my first piece of art. However; I was afraid of being scolded and made of us, so my masterpiece was quickly destroyed and flushed down the toilet in a glob of cotton pads. I was satisfied but hungry for more.
As the years went on, a continuous cycle of seasons of make up would occur, and fashion runways would take place in my mothers bathroom to her ignorance. As my courage grew, dresses would be draped onto me at an abandoned dressing room at Macys with my two best friends. That feeling I had when I was seven years old came rushing back to me at sixteen. The beauty I saw in the mirror. The femininity that I was showing. Snapshots were taken and compliments were given out and I was in heaven. On the drive home all I could look at were the photographs. All I could think about was the sales lady telling me how beautiful I looked. I was in a daze.
Shopping for my best friends prom dress, where I of course draped myself in the most elegant ball gown. I saw myself in the dressing room and started to tear up. I never went to prom. A suit and tie never belonged on my body. I was meant to wear this, but as fate had put it, I would never be able to.
On the summer after graduation where I was free of judgement from my peers, I was scrolling through Netflix and there appeared to me, RuPaul. My childhood hero was hosting a reality show. I obsessively watched and was amazed by these queens courage. Their strength to pursue their dreams. And there I decided, I will be one too. Me. I Am Emmy. The Submissive Extrovert.
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ROUND 1 - THE ENTRIES
Citrus
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Me. I Am Alive...The Solitary Survivor
I have never made qualms about the life I have led. I have been blessed with affordances and privileges that derive almost entirely from my socioeconomic, ethnic, and familial backgrounds. Growing up, I never had to wonder where my next meal was going to come from, or whether or not I would have new clothes for school. Yet, for me, life does not possess the simplicity that such privileges as mine should carry.
I am gay. I am gay. I repeat it only because it still amazes me that I can say those words without fear of reprisal. I grew up with a single mother, one of the main sources of stability in our lives being the Roman Catholic Church to which we devoutly belonged. I attended eight years of Catholic school (Time for astronomy, kids: Pull out your Bibles!). Thus, the moral “values” stipulated by the Catholic Church were well ingrained into my mind. I spent several years of my life under the impression that every breath that I, as a homosexual, took was an affront against Christ, against the foundations which had given me existence. My surroundings certainly didn’t help. When I came out, my mother tried to send me to a gay conversion camp. The only reason I didn’t go is because our therapist refused to sign off on the venture, thank goodness. That same therapist would go on to tell me that what I had was what they called “toxic” influences, and she was correct. I had been injected with self-doubt and insecurity for my entire life; it’s no wonder I felt so terrible. I was poisoned with hate.
This hate didn’t confine itself to my mind alone. I saw it manifest itself in the biting remarks and insults I would throw as I increasingly cut myself off from other people. If I hurt someone else beyond recognition, there was no way that anyone could hurt me, right? Such flawed logic is much easier to disprove in retrospect.
To fully heal of both the physical and emotional wounds, it was necessary first to purge the wound of the venom. Slowly but surely I let go of the people who had encouraged the self-hate, even the ones that I thought, by bonds of family, would have still loved me. However, there is no point in my sulking over the past, for it cannot be changed. What can be changed is the future through my work in the present.
For some silly reason, out of all the little gay kids who cried themselves to sleep, I made it. Thanks to God’s will and a **** ton of luck, I made it out of that dark cell where death is your warden. That is what drives me. Knowing how close I came to falling off the knife’s edge propels me to fight to ensure that I get everything out of this life that I can.
This is my second chance, and I don’t intend to waste it.
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ROUND 1 - THE ENTRIES
Lambo.
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Me. I am Josh... the ****ty gay.
The past six months of my life have been defined by one person: Alex. He was everything to me, and I let my relationship with him define who I was and what I wanted out of life.
We met at work. For a few weeks we just acted friendly to each other, I didn't think anything of it. Then on one of my shifts, he gave me his number and told me to text him after work. He told me he thought I had been flirting with him, and wanted to go out. I accepted, and made an excuse with my grandma that I was seeing friends.
He picked me up in a light gray pickup truck, and we went to a generic Italian place. He didn't have enough money to buy anything off the dinner menu, and I didn't bring my wallet, so we just ate breadsticks and talked. Afterward, he drove me home, but he stopped a block away. He leaned in and asked for a kiss, and we made out for almost ten minutes.
That was how our relationship worked, only soon we didn't even go out, he'd just pick me up and we'd make out in his truck. We kept progressing further sexually, and he was very forceful. I couldn't see then that I was being used, because I had developed feelings for him. I would do anything to keep him happy and stay with me.
I started to get unhappy about always meeting in his truck, and we started to fight about what our relationship meant. I was serious about us, but he wasn't. We broke up a couple of times, but I'd always fall for his apologies and get back with him.
Until finally I had had enough. I was tired of just being his **** buddy. I wasn't going to be a **** anymore.
So our relationship ended.
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Yas, top 6!
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Yas, top 6!
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A much faster way to make the top 6 then in I Love Money 2
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Yas, top 6!
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All of them are good except Emmy is trash. no surprise there though.
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