KingJake494

You're chatting with a random stranger. Say hello! You: Hi Stranger: hey, 21/m Stranger: u? You: 13 f Stranger: do u have skype Stranger: or kik You: no, why? Stranger: I wanna trade nudes Stranger: or cam sex You: i dunno i've never done that before Stranger: it's fun Stranger: let's try it You: i dunno how to though You: plus i think i'm too young for that Stranger: it's okay I'll teach u Stranger: do u have skype You: yeah but i dunno if i want to share it with strangers Stranger: it's okay we can video chat and after u can delete me You: but i'm only 13 Stranger: it's okay I'll show u a big cock babe You: how big? Stranger: 5.5 inches and

Writing is called writing because you are writing. That's pretty simple. But what about typing? Is that writing? I know that from my experience, I am hindered by my almost illegible handwriting, yet I can't help but be totally enthralled by my work when I have my pencil dancing a rhythmic ballet across the page led by my hand with only the ever-dulling tip slowing me down. I'm not saying that typing doesn't also wrap you up in the story and show you the world you are creating where you don't know what's going to happen next and each twist and turn for your readers is that much of a twist for yourself. What I am trying to say is, don't assume

Tama limped down the path through the dense forest. His long, metallic right arm dragged beside him. Despite his young age of 14, he had long gray hair that went past his shoulders. Many scars tattoed his battered body, and his torn clothes did little to hide them. His stomach growled quietly. "Where are you going, boy?" a deep, thunderous voice boomed from behind him. Tama said nothing and continued limping on. The metal in his right leg made it difficult for him to walk at times, but in combat it somehow made him much more agile than he would normally be. He didn't quite understand it himself. A cold gauntlet grabbed Tama's right shoulder,

Five people stood in front of Dante. One was a slender woman with long emerald hair and magenta eyes. She wore a tank top and jean shorts. Another was a large muscular bald man with a fedora. His eyes had no pupils and his lips were almost comically inflated. He held an ice cream cone in one hand and was licking away at it. Dante had never before seen such an act being done so intimidatingly. A young girl, maybe a year or two older than Amelia, stood next to the large man. She was leaning on him and yawning. A man with beady red eyes and a buzz cut stood on the other side of the much larger man. He wore a leather jacket and his arm darkened

Question to discuss: My vagina is leaking out! I first thought I was on my period, but then my Fallopian tubes just fell out! I can feel my uterus is next! What do I do!? Stranger 2: ope. Stranger 2: Nope* Stranger 1: Anal Stranger 2: Not readin that. Stranger 1 has disconnected

Question to discuss: Can you make me horny? :) Stranger is using Omegle's mobile Web site (omegle.com on a phone or tablet) You: I cannot. Stranger: Hmm -_- You: What I can do is ask the stranger here a very good question. Stranger: DC or marvel? You: Stranger, what would you do if you were out shopping and money flew out of your nipples, but then it turned into blood? You: ... Marvel Stranger: Holy shit :s You: Well? Stranger: I would drink the blood You: Wrong. You: You'd go to the... You: Blood bank! Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Question to discuss: Do you believe in God? If so, why do you believe that he lets things such as the bombing today in Boston happen? (Not a trolling question) You: ... You: Um... You: I have a better question. You: Are you ready, Stranger? Stranger: try me You: That's the spirit! You: What would you do if you were at the gym or swimming or on a date or doing whatever it is you do, and suddenly money came flying out of your nipples, but then it turned into blood? Stranger: I think fainting would be an appropriate reaction You: Wrong You: You'd go to the... You: BLOOD BANK. Stranger: your joke is bad, and you should feel bad You: ... You: :( Y

Question to discuss: I hear the chicks in Boston are real....CUM dumpsters You: That question sucks ass. You: Stranger, I have a good question for you. Stranger: thats not even a question... what the fuck You: No, no, hear me out. You: Are you ready? Stranger: go for it before I disconnect... You: So what if you were doing something and all of a sudden money flew out of your nipples You: But then the money turned into blood You: What would you do? Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Question to discuss: You're on deviantART. Smile! Stranger 1: Woop! Stranger 2: :) Stranger 1: C; Stranger 1 has disconnected

Dante sat on his couch, tossing his ball up and catching it. He stopped suddenly, frowning. Felicia, who was seated on the arm of the couch, tilted her head at him. "Is something wrong?" she asked. He looked up at her. "I'm... not sure, honestly. I thought I felt something, but only for a moment. Sort of like a ripple," he answered. Felicia, who had never been a demon hunter, had no idea what he meant, and Dante could see that clearly from her expression. "Imagine you're standing in a body of water that's totally calm and it's very dark, to the point where you can't see more than a few feet around yourself. Now imagine that someone has jumpe