Some of you have heard of The Story Corner, some of you haven't or simply have yet to wander in our territory. So, with that in mind, what is TSC exactly?
It's a safe, friendly place where members of all levels and skills can write creatively and share their stories with other like-minded individuals who enjoy reading and telling stories.
It doesn't matter if you have several degrees or dropped out of school. There's nothing worse in the world than a blank page, so give it a go.
Write a few words.
Read a few stories.
No one knows where the journey will take you and no one can guess who you will meet on the way.
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Looks like bethesda hired the same building again for their Skyrim posters :D
OT: since it's in Los Angeles it's going to be hard for me to follow personally... You know, with the need to sleep and such. So I'm just going to follow my favourite game site to do the work for me :D
Thanks for posting this Titan.
I'm laying on my bed and my parents are staring at me... Well perhaps I should start at the beginning.
I went to bed early today yet I couldn't fall asleep. After what seemed an hour I heared strange noises coming from downstairs so I went to check it out. The lights were out but I could make it a figure dragging something across the floor. Scared as hell I went back up into my bed. The figure then came into my room, dragging whatever it was towards the wall opposite from my bed and set up what he was carrying against the wall.It then drawed something next to the object and afterward it crawled under my bed.
My eyes have adjusted to the dark now. And the objects against the wall are the mangled corpses of my parents staring at me, while the drawing reads: 'I know you're awake'.
Yeah, I suck at ghost stories :P
17th of Last Seed
Ok, where do I even begin today? I haven't had a chance to write the last couple of days because, well, lets just start off from the moment I woke up in the imperial carriage.
I woke up finding my hands bound and the back off my head still sore from the hit I recieved from those b...
He flew a feet up in the air, hit his head and fell back down on the hay again. Talk about a crude way of waking up. He mumbled to himself. Hey, Roland! I thought you knew how to drive a caravan? He yelled through the piece of cloth separating the inside of the caravan from the drivers seat. I do! I...