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| 1 | Howto | 1 | 21 September 2009 22:07 |
| 2 | /co/ and /a/ discuss Araki | 20 | 10 January 2012 05:13 |
| 3 | /a/ and /co/, after school, in the 90s | 17 | 24 May 2011 07:41 |
| 4 | Exiled (Based on Events) | 3 | 5 April 2011 02:36 |
| 5 | /co/ and /ck/ play with their food | 11 | 5 April 2011 00:33 |
| 6 | in case you guys lack inspiration. | 9 | 1 January 2011 12:06 |
| 7 | btard files | 4 | 18 June 2010 13:31 |
| 8 | /R/'s Daily work | 4 | 5 April 2010 03:32 |
| 9 | ">implying /a/ and /v/ are heading in that direction" | 3 | 1 March 2010 09:27 |
| 10 | Halloween | 4 | 18 January 2010 17:37 |
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His voice was quiet and reserved for about 15 minutes into the conversation. Voicing concerns, problems, trying to think of ways to puzzle out his social interactions, or, occasionally, lack thereof.
He took a decidedly louder upswing in his volume once /a/ realized that the conversation he was having was essentially with himself.
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?" He shouted, the whites of his eyes pocked with millions of individual cells of outright rage, while his fists balled up tight around his pleated skirt.
"Huh?" /v/ responded, not even so much as looking backwards as he opened his mouth to deliver his monosyllabic answer.
"I'VE GOT REAL FUCKING PROBLEMS HERE!" /a/ continued, unabated.
"Jesus." /v/ rolled his eyes, and immediately regretted it, as it tore his attention from the screen long enough that he got shot right in the dome, and now had to wait for a respawn. "GAGH! Fucking casual fags, I swear..."
Indignant, and feeling more than a little impotent with the situation, /a/ chewed hard on his lip, spun a tight 180 on the tips of his toes, and marched right out the door.
He was going to deal with this pent up frustration somehow.Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Their time, like all media, would come - and really, it would be for the best. Clunky black bricks, so hard to record material to, doubly hard if you were trying to get not-shit quality video onto the tape, doubly hard if you were trying to go back and edit something out or add something in. Having to hold down a button to go anywhere forwards or backwards, no chapter breaks so you could easily navigate yourself to where you wanted. And expensive as shit when they only held 2 episodes of a show, most of the time.
God only knew how much equipment you'd need just to run a mediocre fansubbing job. And how much more work you'd have to do to distribute some bootleg tapes to people who may or may not become fans of the show at all.
But there were fond memories attached to VHS tapes. That anxious feeling that came with popping one inside the slot and slamming the index finger on play.
One of those memories were made on a humid April afternoon, after school, at /a/'s house.
“Holy fuck, /r9k/. We just got kicked out of 4chan.”
“Yep.”
“That means...that means we're unwanted. Deserted. Left to die on the streets of the World Wide Web.”
“Yep.”
The two officially-axed-out-of-4chan board tans stared forlornly at the pink house across the street, the home that had deserted them. Unable to fully comprehend what happened without expressing extreme aggravation, /r9k/ and /new/ gathered what was left of their pride and walked away before any more damage could be made.
Unfortunately, /new/ had plenty of pride to spare. Immediately he turned around, shouting “FREEDOM OF SPEECH!” as he dashed inside the house (either he found a back door or just busted through the front entrance) and wounded several boards in the process.
While /new/ went on a rampage, /r9k/ managed to find a home. At first, he wasn't planning on inviting /new/, but considering how hopelessly defeated /new/ appeared when he found /r9k/'s address (“The JIDF won,” was his reply when he was banned for the umpteenth time that day), /r9k/ might as well give the board-tan a chance.
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“I made a wiki!” /new/ exclaimed proudly, brandishing the site in front of /r9k/ like it was a personal achievement, and in the board's mind, it was. It felt almost as good as starting a radio show just for the hell of it.
For the past few days at 4chon, /r9k/ had been feeling like he was living under the presence of a dictatorship. The new home came with a lot of specific rules that would, supposedly, protect him from killing himself in the near future, aka- the reason why he was exiled from 4chan. /new/, he gathered, was content as long as they both left each other alone. The other board didn't enjoy any of /r9k/'s gentlebot antics as much as the bot didn't enjoy the slanderous reputation of the news board.
Today was one of those days where /new/ managed to surprise him.
“A wiki? Really?” /r9k/ rolled his eyes, knowing that it would be filled to the brim with the same information the racist board tan had been spouting since 4chan.
“Yes! It's a 4chon wiki, but it's still a work in process!” The news board lightly nudged the shoulder of the gentlebot, egging for him to read what he had written, and truthfully, /r9k/ was curious about its content and what /new/ had to say about him.
Persuaded, /r9k/ took a look at the site. He scanned the front page, taking his eyes off one keyword and moving to another before he realized, with a disappointed frown-
“You didn't write me here.”
He glowered at the board, who was either feigning ignorance or was actually so narcissistic that he ended up putting tripfags in the wiki before the other board's existence.
/r9k/ sighed heavily in utter dismay before speaking to the board again. “What kind of 4chon wiki is this?”
Appalled by such daring questions, the board got upset.
“Who said I should write about you to begin with?” he snapped.
/r9k/ was surprised at the sudden mood shift.
“Do it yourself.”Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Another fine dinner. Not just comfort food tonight, either - /ck/ had really gone all out, even setting the mood. Candles, wine, chocolate, moments with just the two of them with their food, closing off their meal with a long kiss across the table.
"I love you." /co/ said, sweet and dreamy tones hanging on his tongue, his heart fluttering. She was so good. Too good.
"Love you too." /ck/ said, a little darker, whispered out as she licked her lips and let them rise up into a smirk. Her hand reaching up, touching his cheek, getting that delighted, boyish smile out of /co/ - and then a heavier breath and a more intrigued look as it trailed down to his neck.
"Mmm, sweetie?" /ck/ said, coming in closer, speaking into his ear in low, heavy murmurs, and punctuating them with licks of his ear.
"Hnh...nnh..." /co/ groaned, his fingers grabbing hold of the table. "Yes?" He said, as he got ahold of himself.
"I think you owe me for this dinner." She continued, then chewed lightly on the lobe of his left ear.
/co/ chuckled, utterly amused. "Oh, I get it. I should do the dishes. Of course I wi-"
"Shut up about the dishes." /ck/ cut in, her hand coming down to his stomach and grabbing at his shirt. "Clear off the table. And the cloth. And then take your shirt off."Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
/ck/'s ass and hips rose together, not only up and down, but back and forwards, back arching, hands giving his another good firm squeeze when she did this. Keeping with the whole pace of the night at first. A slow, teasing, agonizingly eked out rate of her riding his shaft, though she was starting to find she was losing patience and needing more just as much as /co/ was.
The speed picked up. At first in little increments, just creating a sweet little rhythm that they could mach each other in. Her body bumping around, sweat dribbling down from her stomach and legs, around the neatly trimmed hair of her pussy, back onto /co/'s own body, mingling them. An intimate union of bodies, enhanced by the sweetness of the cooking she draped all over his body.
Then it became shameless, eager cowgirl pumping, thrusting, and grinding. Chocolate shaking off of them, or their hands dragging it onto the table, smearing it as they had trouble holding their bodies still for even a moment.
Her hips smacked against his body, and /co/ couldn't hold out any more.
He came first, but to be fair, she had spent most of the evening working him into a tizzy.
And quite thankfully, he still had enough energy to keep up with her until her own climax.
A primal, unsophisticated groan of delight escaping both their lips once they hit their respective releases.
"MNNH!" /co/ grunted, pumping ropes of hot, sticky cum inside of /ck/, closing his eyes tightly, pushing his head up to kiss at her neck wildly until their lips matched together again, moaning into her mouth. Needed her. Lusted for her. Loved her.
And /ck/ did much the same, though her mouth hung a little open, exhaling in hot, wondrous satisfaction, tongue licking around her lips. Going back to biting his ear. His nipples. Really, just all over his skin. It was a thing of hers.
As they began to settle down from their climaxes, /ck/ wriggled and shivered, getting off /co/'s body. Hand running through her hair, readjusting her clothes to push them back to how they were meant to be.
"That was AMAZING." /co/ said, sputtering just a little as he stood back up, taking her into her arms, and giving her another kiss.
/ck/ laughed and kissed back, hands running up his back, sighing, feeling quite happy. "I'm glad you liked. And after you shower up..."
"Yes?" /co/ said, eyes widening, quite eager for the idea of more kinky sex that /ck/ might have imagined for tonight. With or without foodplay, he didn't mind.
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The Norwegian Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, /tg/ and /x/tan went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and /tg/ hit /x/tan in her schlong with a big african american iceball. It hurt a lot, but /tg/ kissed it swiftly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really retarded snow man!" /tg/ said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" /x/tan said. "That would be more lovecraftian and politically correct."
"I know," /tg/ said. "We can make a snow blue whale. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up hardly and made an erect snow blue whale. /tg/ put on an elder god for the testicle. The blue whale was almost as big as /x/tan.
"It looks perverted," /tg/ said adorably. "But it seems like it's missing something."Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
I'm Dreaming Of A Retarded Christmas
It was Christmas Eve. /co/ sat pleasurably in another dimension -- a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind, sipping prepubescent eggnog.
He looked at the vampiric spoon hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, /ck/ had hung it there, just before they looked at each other verbally and then fell into each other's arms and punted each other's pussy.
If only I hadn't been so guro, /co/ thought, pouring a communist amount of rum into his eggnog. Then /ck/ might not have got so underaged and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a LOL RANDUMB tear and held his penis in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a derpy voice lifted stupidly up in song.
I'm dreaming of a retarded Christmas
Just like a humongus shit that caused thousands of people to die by its mere smell
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/co/'s journal. May 10th, 2009
a /b/tard died today, and nobody cared. worse yet, the culprit must still be out there. but /b/ had a lot of enemies.
so what is it? was somebody just cleaning up the trash of the internet? did the cancer he often spoke of finally catch up to him? or is somebody out there targeting boards?
need to warn the others, and need to get on the trail of whoever did this. will write again soon...
/co/'s journal. May 10th. 9pm
/x/ was assaulted. she escaped relatively unscathed. assailant ran off when /tg/ happened to arrive. accounts and evidence identify the attacker as /b/.
has /x/ been dealing with the occult too long that she's waking up ghosts? a copycat feeding off /b/'s infamy? or is /b/ playing us all for suckers and avenging his own 'death'?
leave /x/ in the care of /tg/ for now. he's proven himself tough and trustworthy enough to do it, even in the face of /b/ himself. he thanks me for it. not quite sure whyMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
Midnight, /T/'s Air? Ship, /R/'s Room
* The Captain of the ship, /T/, wails his fist down on the door.
/T/: /R/! GET UP!
* Inside /R/ sat at his desk, writing in his Planner. Standing up to get the door, He writes a note to himself on his chalk board.
/R/: What is it /T/ ?
* /R/ opens the door only to get a face full of parrot. "MOAR!!!!"
/T/: Where is that Package I requested!?
* /R/ sighed and turned around to his hook stand and reached into the messenger bag there. The he pulled from it a package that was too big to fit in the bag. Checks it and passes it to /T/Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
pretty good.
/r/ kinda inspired me to want to write a short fic with /r/ as the goddamn Santa Claus.
nah. i'm too lazy to write anything.
Wrote a short script about /a/ and /v/. Because everybody loves implications.
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/v/ : Hey, /a/! Open up!
/v/ : I've got somethin' for ya! ...Come on!
/v/ : ..... /a/!
/a/ : *slams open the door* /v/, stop it. I've had enough.
/v/ : We both know you ha-
/a/ : Shut it. Go away. I'm watching DEEN's piece of shit adaptation of Umineko.
/v/ : What's your problem? Stop being such a dick!
/a/ : >implying you're not the one who's being a dick
/v/ : >implying I am
/a/ : >implying fucking someone for no reason doesn't make you a humongous faggot
/v/ : >implying I like you while admitting you're a trap
/a/ : >implying you don't fuck me 'cause you like me
/v/ : >implying you enjoyed itMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
Just a little something I wrote up. Given a bit of tweaking it could probably be made into a comic; at least, that was my intention. Lemme know what you think.
Midnight. The so-called "witching hour," when the barrier between this world and the next was at its thinnest, when spirits whispered in the ears of those who were willing to listen, when chilly breezes blew in through open windows and caused shivers to run down the spines of insomniacs like /x/. /x/ knew that she should have been asleep hours ago; it had been days since she's had a decent night's rest, and she could feel fatigue pulling at her eyelids, but still, she sat at her desk, the nearby lamp pointed directly at the book open in front of her. She bent down closer to it, her eyes squinting to make out the complex formulae printed on the paper, then picked up a pencil, scribbling something on the piece of paper set below the book, already covered with various numbers and incomprehensible words. After several more minutes of this, she closed the book with a satisfied smile, then snatched up the paper and a velvet drawstring bag from the desk, taking both of them and running out of her room with barely a backward glance. /x/ hurried up the stairs, not wanting to be late for the night's activities. Hurrying up the stairs to her destination, she could scarcely see where she was going; late as it was, the hallways of the apartment building were lit only by moonlight and the occasional shaft of light shining from behind a closed door. As she rounded the corner of the third floor, she could hear voices quietly speaking behind a closed door. She approached the door and knocked once on it, before a voice from the other side answered.
"Come in, /x/. We've been expecting you."
Pushing the door open with a slight creaking sound, she stepped into the room, which was lit by a plethora of candles set atop various shelves. She could see three other shadowy figures sitting at a table topped with several pieces of paper and books very similar to the one she had been reading from earlier. She took a seat at the table, setting her piece of paper in front of her and opening the drawstring bag to draw out several small, polyhedral objects.
"The game tonight, ladies and gentlemen, is Vampire: the Masquerade."
/x/ smiled. It had been /tg/'s idea to hold a midnight Vampire game on Halloween night; what better time, he had reasoned, to play a game about bloodsucking fiends lurking in the darkness? Beside her, /co/ leaned back in his chair, sipping from a can of Mountain Dew, while across from her /k/ crouched over an open rulebook, a puzzled look on his face. /tg/ sat to her right, absentmindedly twirling a pencil between his fingers while observing the goings-on. /x/ turned to /tg/, brushing the hair out of her eyes.
"Hand me a Mountain Dew, will you? I need caffeine."
Catching the can /tg/ drew from the box next to him, she popped the top open and took a sip, letting the carbonated beverage do its work and keep her awake for a little bit longer. There would be time to sleep later; for now, she had a game to play.Message too long. Click here to view the full text.