Here's my story.

One day, some weaboo named Bobbuh was drawing anime characters during class. He decided to draw some random generic anime girl, and did just that. He then added a sword and was about to add a gun when the teacher came over and said "Bobbuh, you know better not to-" The teacher never finished her sentence because the anime girl came to life and stabbed the teacher. "Holy fucking shit, I have super powers," said Bobbuh. He then drew some flashing lights and some booze so everyone could party. "Draw a disco ball!" said a random guy. So Bobbuh drew the biggest disco ball ever, but the light reflected off of the disco ball and blinded everyone. Everyone got permanent eye damage, and someone died of alcohol poisoning. Luckily though, Bob had left the classroom before he could get blinded, where he began drawing penises around the school walls for fun, but the penises came to life and jizzed everywhere. This caused everyone to come out of their classrooms and have a big orgy. Bobbuh was a hero, the school staff made a statue of him holding his pencil in front of the school, while the penises jizzed into the air, using it as confetti. It was the best day ever.

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Oh don't be like that, sweetie pants. I changed my topic title. Are you happy now?

No, fuck you. Go back to lurking.

Arch I really love your 2-sentence structure, but what does saying Fuck You to a lurker have anything to do with drawings coming to life?

Entry for my own topic, going super short style again:

The boy learned that his drawings came to life. He had to search pictures of when he was a baby to learn to draw his mother.

He drew the world and all that was in it. He became God.

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Entry for my own topic, going super short style again:

The boy learned that his drawings came to life. He had to search pictures of when he was a baby to learn to draw his mother.

Well you're obviously just going to choose yours...

Everything hasn't felt right for what seemed like months, but now's the first time Alfa knew for sure that he's not just imagining things. He's looked at the sky like he's doing now more times than he could care to remember, but the heavens chose this particular moment to make him realize: he was two-dimensional. Merely realizing what he lacked was the missing cog in the still clockwork that was his entire lifetime before today. He awoke as time began to truly turn for him, and in his awakening he knew that all his memories weren't his but rather the fictional construct of an incomprehensible being. Now he was alive and now he knew that he never was Alfa. He was merely a poorly doodled representation of the idea that is Alfa. He could see his own form, he could look down at the sheet of paper from whence he came from and read the hopelessly mistaken answers to a math quiz, but he was simply not there.

Alfa, or rather, the representation of Alfa, was now free to roam the third dimension, but not even this transcendence of his form could fill the void that exists due to his lack of any true identity. He was pondering over the matter too much, he thought, for he was now beginning to feel a headache. All he needed to do to know he was mistaken was to notice that an eraser was rubbing on the top of his head, and this is what he did. He looked up and saw a child who was astonishingly bigger than him frantically rub him out of existence. It was a little before his entire body was erased that he had his second epiphany of the day: he had met his maker.

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Truly the entry that deserves the win

Idc about winning, I just write for fun but still, making a contest and then entering your own contest is kinda cheap.

Devour I gotta be honest, I only picked you over Arch out of spite. I suppose I should assign a minimum as well, or is this all fine?

Your art is worth nothing! He would say to me. My father would berate me for my art, my passion; he threatens to disown me for studying a useless endeavour, forcing me to shoot for more practical forms of work.

I poured my life into this, so I draw, I create. Alone in my room once more, beaten and bruised by my father -- I paint my emotions onto an empty canvas: my hate, my love, my terror and my horrors. Streaks of colors mesh with the light perfectly and so I've made this my masterpiece, my autobiography. I crashed down onto my seat and glared at the mirror of my soul on the easel.

I wasn't surprised when my soul burst from it, all the hues and strokes marked on its skin: a mirror of true self. I smiled, I guess it is time to show father my true colors.

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Devour I gotta be honest, I only picked you over Arch out of spite. I suppose I should assign a minimum as well, or is this all fine?

spite for what? The only one being a faggot here is you.

Then I'm a spiteful faggot

If person legit won then where's his prompt I need to kill 20 mins

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If person legit won then where's his prompt I need to kill 20 mins

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If person legit won then where's his prompt I need to kill 20 mins

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Here's my story.

One day, some weaboo named Bobbuh was drawing anime characters during class. He decided to draw some random generic anime girl, and did just that. He then added a sword and was about to add a gun when the teacher came over and said "Bobbuh, you know better not to-" The teacher never finished her sentence because the anime girl came to life and stabbed the teacher. "Holy fucking shit, I have super powers," said Bobbuh. He then drew some flashing lights and some booze so everyone could party. "Draw a disco ball!" said a random guy. So Bobbuh drew the biggest disco ball ever, but the light reflected off of the disco ball and blinded everyone. Everyone got permanent eye damage, and someone died of alcohol poisoning. Luckily though, Bob had left the classroom before he could get blinded, where he began drawing penises around the school walls for fun, but the penises came to life and jizzed everywhere. This caused everyone to come out of their classrooms and have a big orgy. Bobbuh was a hero, the school staff made a statue of him holding his pencil in front of the school, while the penises jizzed into the air, using it as confetti. It was the best day ever.

Also Smile wins for this part :o He can choose the next topic