Once I Don’t Have To Take Anymore Tests Or Quizzes, It’s Over For You All.
Once I don’t have to take anymore tests or quizzes, it’s over for you all.
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if it's good enough for you, then it deserves to be made. don't let anyone else decide if your story is worth it or not.
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your age regressed Stan has interested me, would you be willing to do more?
very well <3
Fiddleford :) (the last one’s staying as a sketch cause I don’t like it very much.)
This is the unused journal page that I found the most interesting and finally I was able to figure out what it says.
“Mabel could not think of a single doll that the old woman didn’t own. A sad sigh came from behind us as our host entered the room carrying a tea set. She told us that Mabel was correct - she had a complete collection of every doll in the entire world. What would an avid collector do without anything to collect? My sister suggested that there would be new dolls in the future. The woman said there would be nothing new until fall: what was she to do until then?
As my sister stammered, I turned towards the Gideon doll. It was just as creepy as the real thing. Mabel admitted she had no solution but would help in any way she could. The old woman cooed, “I know you will my dear!”, just then I noticed the Gideon doll shaking and sweating. It was as creepy as the real thing because it was the real thing!
I ran across the room and knocked the tea cup from Mabel’s lips. The old woman knew I was onto her. She lunged at me and pinned me to the ground underneath her. She poured tea from the tea pot onto my face while trying to force my mouth open. Mabel watched us, totally confused.
Just then the Gideon doll fell from the shelf and hit the ground. One of it’s button eyes fell of revealing a the human eye of Gideon Gleeful underneath. He was struggling to break free of some sort of spell. I knocked the tea pot from the old woman’s hands and Mabel knocked her out with an oversized sock monkey.
Mabel put the sock monkey under the old woman’s head like a pillow and we both carried Gideon out of the parlor of terror. We left him in a basket on the Gleeful’s front porch. I’m sure the spell will wear off, though I think Mrs Gleeful would like her boy better if he stayed immobile.
One more note. We went to the police and dragged Sheriff Blubbs and Deputy Durland to the site of the creepy old Victorian. We found an empty lot instead. Then I realised we were one street over from Parpan place, we walked over found the house and had the old lady arrested. “
Chapter 2 of my fic is here!!
It was raining and sunny the other day! :D
hey artist
if you have a brain that really likes creating stuff, like
like u REALLY just love to make stuff,
I want you to know something.
this is very, very important
• you do not need to make something every day to still be an artist, it's okay to relax and enjoy things other people have made
• even if you don't finish your projects, they are still valuable
• big number on social media is the most painful thing to pursue and it relies heavily on luck and does not determine your worth
• you need to make art that isn't up to your artistic standards before you'll have the skills to create art you can be truly proud of
• drink some water. it's not related to being an artist but I know you're dehydrated.
