CheertheSecond
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Here it is:
When I enter Scribble Hub forum, its a place of lounge with many people I didn't know off. There are few threads that have been posted on a billboard, quite a lot of them. One of the many has talking about "How to write better" with another "I hit a writer block, what now?".
I was very nervous at the very least, because wasn't a talkative person. I've tried to write a comment of few threads, ending hitting my nerves on breaking their Terms and Rules. So... What to do now?
I've tried steeling myself like superman would, ended up be a deflated balloon that got punctured by a needle. So, I give up it. Tried many ways to myself enter the Scribble Community, but no luck to there too. My only get go is asking the mods, which is the officer commando in the lounge, man and woman wearing black suits like some secret service would.
As I went to one of the nearest mods, I heard a loud bang from the other side. The Mods when there quickly and apprehend the person who is causing the havoc in the other room, and I went there with them.
"Is anyone hurt?" The mod looks at the two persons.
They shake their heads, "No, we are fine."
The person that was apprehended has name tag on his shirt, it says, Xcalibur. I turn my attention to the two persons standing and look at their name tag. It says, Thorkell, and the other, Thorem.
The aftermath, the guy named Xcalibur, he went to the hellscape ban prison. Not a place that anyone want to go in their vacation trip. The mod finally felt my existence, which is weak and small, comparable to a small bug.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" The mod asked me with a stoic expression.
I take big gulp, and my body sweating like crazy. It's like being asked by my boss on how bad at my state of work.
"C-Can I know how to... Uhm..." My words were not coming out of my mouth at the worst time possible.
I closed my eyes, to afraid what happened if I choose the wrong words. Then a person come near me, they said, "He want a guide."
Turning my head toward to the person, and look at his name tag, Charles. The Mod nods with understanding, "Alright, let me help you."
When I'm about to follow the mod, someone hold my arm. Turning my attention to Thorkell. Thorkell hand out a flyer, which has an art with its signature, "Sorry for the ruckus newbie."
I take the flyer, and behind it, there is a Thorkell' phone number. It seemed Thorkell want to make an art commission for any author in their books. I waved my hand, as Thorkell being pulled by Thorem on their way to find many more author.
When I enter Scribble Hub forum, its a place of lounge with many people I didn't know off. There are few threads that have been posted on a billboard, quite a lot of them. One of the many has talking about "How to write better" with another "I hit a writer block, what now?".
I was very nervous at the very least, because wasn't a talkative person. I've tried to write a comment of few threads, ending hitting my nerves on breaking their Terms and Rules. So... What to do now?
I've tried steeling myself like superman would, ended up be a deflated balloon that got punctured by a needle. So, I give up it. Tried many ways to myself enter the Scribble Community, but no luck to there too. My only get go is asking the mods, which is the officer commando in the lounge, man and woman wearing black suits like some secret service would.
As I went to one of the nearest mods, I heard a loud bang from the other side. The Mods when there quickly and apprehend the person who is causing the havoc in the other room, and I went there with them.
"Is anyone hurt?" The mod looks at the two persons.
They shake their heads, "No, we are fine."
The person that was apprehended has name tag on his shirt, it says, Xcalibur. I turn my attention to the two persons standing and look at their name tag. It says, Thorkell, and the other, Thorem.
The aftermath, the guy named Xcalibur, he went to the hellscape ban prison. Not a place that anyone want to go in their vacation trip. The mod finally felt my existence, which is weak and small, comparable to a small bug.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" The mod asked me with a stoic expression.
I take big gulp, and my body sweating like crazy. It's like being asked by my boss on how bad at my state of work.
"C-Can I know how to... Uhm..." My words were not coming out of my mouth at the worst time possible.
I closed my eyes, to afraid what happened if I choose the wrong words. Then a person come near me, they said, "He want a guide."
Turning my head toward to the person, and look at his name tag, Charles. The Mod nods with understanding, "Alright, let me help you."
When I'm about to follow the mod, someone hold my arm. Turning my attention to Thorkell. Thorkell hand out a flyer, which has an art with its signature, "Sorry for the ruckus newbie."
I take the flyer, and behind it, there is a Thorkell' phone number. It seemed Thorkell want to make an art commission for any author in their books. I waved my hand, as Thorkell being pulled by Thorem on their way to find many more author.
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