Take a break from the comments section and post your stories and shitposts here.
Creativity will determine whether a new comment thread faces deletion or not. So, “You’re all a bunch of flaming faggots” will be binned, for example.
Rules:
Nothing explicit involving kids.
Update on the buffering issue that some users experience here:
It’s an issue with the security service. However their infrastructure is fixed and after checking out other services, I realized this will be a problem with other services too. Basically things have changed on the internet and what worked for so many years here is running into problems.
But I’ve thought of a solution and the first tests are good – I found zero buffering across multiple devices and browsers. But this requires a complete revamp of the way things have been done here. So I’ll need to do it slowly and carefully not to break everything.
tl;dr will take a couple days and hope to get it done by the end of this weekend. Along the way you will see the site go into Maintenance for an extended period, maybe for even a day. Nothing to worry about. It’s just me fixing this shit.
first time stumbling on the website, it feels like im discovering A HOLLEEEE NEW WORLD!!!!, you guys are insane and i kinda love it lol, since the admine doesnt want random stuff to be a thread let me write a poem, out of the blue………out of the blue, i saw something new, its a website filled with doom, and this guy called MEoW, real retarded just like everybody i ever knew, and im waiting for your reply that is soon.
My favorite food is a juicy double beef patty, slid between two warm buns. Mayo, lettuce, tomato, bacon, a fried egg and melty American cheese. I could eat these for breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday day of my life. The grease really lubes my intestines and clears out my poop chute. The gas is horrendous, but I like my scent, and it keeps people away from me, which is how I prefer to live my life. If I’m feeling a little adventurous, I’ll add jalapeños and some fresh scallions and crushed peppercorn. The patties are always best if using nothing leaner than 80 / 20 ground beef, more fat the better (nothing worse than a dry patty) If I have the time, I always prefer to grill on charcoal, but since I have a fucking job, this isn’t always practical. The romaine, tomatos, scallions, jalapeños I grow myself in my garden. My next step / dream would be to get a few cows to raise myself and some chickens and pigs too. Let me know your favorite burger. I’ve come across a few good ones in restaurants. One is made with Kobe beef (Kobe truffle burger) – this fucker melts in your mouth; insanity. The other one I found is a joint that actually makes stuffed burger patties – French fries, Mac n’ Cheese, Chili – you name it, they’ll encase it in ground beef and throw that fucking rock on the griddle and serve it up. Favorite fast food… Read more »
• Characters: Ziyah, Tamir, Meow (AKA previously 4’10brunette), Nadim, Frank, OMH (Old Mother Hubbard), Juju, Cole, JuvenileJessie, and Admin. Side characters might be added. • Setting: Old Mother Hubbards house (They all live together) Ziyah is sleeping peacefully when suddenly she’s awoken by the sound of arguing and yelling. She wakes up annoyed, already drinking some highly caffeinated coffee. In the livingroom, Tamir, Cole, and Jessie are all having passionate gay sex. OMH is staring at the sky in a daze, repeatedly mumbling stuff about movies, occasionally giggling like a horror movie character. Meow is petting her pet cat, occasionally saying annoying things just to get a reaction. And it works, because Frank gets angry and yells at Meow 10x about how she’s a disabled tranny. Meow just laughs and tells him he’s obsessed. Ziyah walks into the room and Jessie immediately stops getting fucked in the arse by his little king Tamir and Cole, he stands up and says “You’re Meow!” Ziyah sighs like a queen. Suddenly Admins booming voice appears, “Be quiet everyone.” Tamir immediately stops laughing and gets all shy. “Y-yes master.” The only one that doesn’t shut up is Nadim. Nadim mocks Admin “Hey who the hell are you man? Get the hell out of here!” Admin suddenly slaps him and they get into a brutal fight… Meow continues petting her cat and even sprays some perfume because everyone except her, Admin, Zed Man, and Ziyah stink of shit and BO. Zed Man suddenly walks into… Read more »
Masochism:
According to Freud’s Three Essays on the theory of Sexuality, both masochism and sadism are the passive and active forms of the same perversion. As stated by Lacan, both are connected to the invocatory drive. The invocatory drive (pulsion invocante) is the organization of the “drive”, in other words libido, according to its connection to words/the voice allowing the object (individual) to reach the state of jouissance. The drive is not identical to speech or auditory perception. The invocatory drive is an essential part of psychoanalyzing desire, fantasies, clinical structures, and transference.Jouissance through the invocatory drive is not reached by necessarily understanding the words or meaning of it, but through the repetition of being talked to/called (reminder of existence). For instance, someone speaking a foreign language might be arousing simply because their voice sounds seductive or authoritative, thus showing no need for the invocatory drive to be understood. A more intense experience would include the “creator” of the invocatory drive listening (hearing) the recipient, thus leading to a quicker or bigger climax through once again an acknowledgment of the existence of the recipient. Although, sometimes, said repetition can go beyond the pleasure of jouissance and create anxiety (common in neurotics).
God gives his most special people (like me) very subtle flaws such as sleep disorders, because technically sleep disorders are a sign of divinity, because you’re separated from something human and animalistic, you’re forced to be different wether you like it or not, so me having sleeping issues isn’t a flaw, it’s a sign of uniqueness, and my amazingness.
Cats are made by god as signs of love, empathy, strength, and intelligence. Cats are truly just do gorgeous and amazing to the point I really want to just cry thinking of how awesome cats are.
When I was younger I was around lots of really annoying Christians. But because I’m smart and cool, I didn’t believe in religion unlike them. I just thought it was some silly play thing. Now I’m an atheist. However I respect religious people. But sometimes they do annoy me.
Aliens 100% exist and will come here one day.
I’m back. What users should I include in my story? What should the theme be?
This morning I was jerking off to pictures of cats and I saw one particular cat that reminded me of a real jerkoff here who never shuts the fuck up. If I ever find that cat, I will beat the living shit out of it and then stampmail it to that jerkoffs door with bowl of pudding, courtesy of my dick.
I woke up and saw weird black bugs all around my room, crawling around the roof and walls. My legs were numb, my heart beat raced.
I look directly above me only to see a painting of a fire. That painting had never been there before. But… throughout all this, I stay oddly calm. I feel as if I’m not really there.
Suddenly I hear the voice of an older woman that used to be present in my life. Outside my room. Now I actually get anxious.
For 6 more hours I zone out.
Suddenly, an angel appears, glowing a light yellow. “My sweet child,” the angel whispers in an ethereal voice. I whimper in shock. Was this… real?
The angel kisses me on the cheek. I cry tears of joy.
The angel grants me powers that lets me instantly give everyone who hates me karma.
What does a person raised without love truly know of it?
Perhaps they know it best—not by its presence, but by the exact shape of the hole it left behind.
I know someone who worked in computer/technical science or whatever the hell it’s called. They found the love of their life on World Of Warcraft hahaha. I think they even had a kid. Man… life is weird… so odd…
It’s all just so… crazy… I miss the times I’d play Fortnite all night… and… and have the best time ever… Fortnite has fallen off for me now… 🥺 Tearing up whilst writing this… 😢 Those days… oh man… SO SAD… 😭😭😭
2018 Roblox… oh god… those were the days… 🥺 Man… it’s just… IDK… Like… it’s crazy to imagine all of us in 10 years… 🥺 Crazy FR…
I just want some titty milk… 😔 Feeling emotional RN… Idk… I just…
Everyone is so annoying… why… why me… i just want a hot lesbian to slap me and then cuddle me as we cry watching The Boys…
Why can’t these evil annoying FUCKING bitches get karma… UGH… Well, actually, a lot of my old enemies are now ugly, fat, and riddled with acne now 😏 so maybe karma does exist… god loves me… yes he does…
best director of all time?
I’ve always wanted to experience something emotionally intense in my life but I cant seem to find it. I’ve read a few books that gave me that feeling for a while and tried watching psychosexual movies but it doesnt work bc 99% of them are just male pov fantasies. Only thing that can cure me for sure would be to join one of those occult groups like the process church or the o9a, but its near impossible to contact them 🙁
So a few people posted comments in the Lists section about streaming issues. Moving the discussion here.
I have made some changes just now.
If you previously experienced buffering issues, but your experience is good now, please leave a comment so I know the fix worked. If you still have an issue, please give me some more details like device, browser and what you were trying to do. For eg: Just watch the movie or you were trying to skip to another part in the movie. And what exactly happened. And if some temp fix on your end fixed it.
Thanks
Original commenters: Old Mother Hubbard, gfdsdfg
What you guys think of trannies ? I like them tbh or maybe it’s just my dick idk.
( A Poem By Me ) .your welcome.
Now, I woke up one morning to a bullshit conversation, I didn’t hold back my restraint, I didn’t refuse any temptations.
I just laughed and I mocked all of his daft hallucinations, because I feel as if he’s asking for a permanent termination.
Now its really not my fucking fault that he lost all his validation, its not my bloody problem if he says he fucked half the population!
Boasting all about like he’s gonna get some coronation.
This sorry, sad excuse for a man is indeed one horrible presentation.
So just Fuck you Dumbass Idiots, All you Satan’s little boys, Cause that’s exactly how you’re acting, like the Devil’s little toys.
The elite watch us through our phones, through our showers, through our walls. They have access to viewing us at all times, but there’s no need to worry; we’re all so boring that they have no reason to watch us.
The elite are probably doing odd experiments, such as keeping someone out of sunlight for their ENTIRE life, keeping their vitamins healthy through pills, and seeing how that experiment ages the person.
Whilst people are arguing over politics, the elite laugh in private. We willingly divide ourselves into two groups. We hear about horrific things such as Epstein, and what do we do? NOTHING. So why would the elite worry?
They have a button that allows them to destroy the entire world. Stock up on EVERYTHING. Food. Water. Toilet paper. Anything. The elites can easily release a virus similar to a zombie apocalypse, and they’re currently holding onto it.
“Self-Love Clone”
I was going about my day as usual. I looked in a car reflection, explaining to just see myself. I didn’t. I saw a clone of myself in the car. Obviously, my eyes widened. But the clone just smirked and even opened the door. I was in shock for a month, I didn’t know if I was hallucinating.
I decided to get in the car and close the door, now sitting in the back with my clone. Wow… I’d be lying if I said they weren’t attractive as fuck. They whisper “I know what you want.”
So fuck it… I kiss myself, my beautiful, amazing, self. Fuck, I’m so hot and awesome. I never close my eyes, instead I continue looking at my glorious self as I kiss myself. The clone suddenly slaps me and it turns me on. We continue making out, me and I. It’s so sexy and everything I’ve everything I’ve ever wanted.
But suddenly she disappears and now I’m in a strangers car. So I get out. My skin is glowing, my hair is shiny, and I’m happy, having finally achieved what I’ve always wanted in life.
I read some of the attempts on here on narative and I think maybe these people actually have to read some books to improve themselves. It is an impossible task to recommend anything because peoples tastes are all different so three books I have read recently that provide good examples of narative are.
Waiting for Mr Goodbar, Judith Rossner.
The Memoirs of a Survivor, Dorothy Lessing.
Bunny Lakes is Missing, Evelyn Piper
All three were made into films with plot changes.
The only way to be a good writer is to actually read books and in reality the more recent the book has been publish the lower the quality of writing will be.
If you place rats in a sack you eventually get one rat with a fat belly so I am wondering what happens when a collection of retards on a forum only have each other. Will it be centipaedal or will one of them literally consume the others.
I pledge distain to the blood covered flag of the United States of America, and to the masses it grinds, one nation under Jaldabaoth, unforgiving, with whips and chains for all.
Also meow if you see this get off EUM this shit is getting ridiculous
I somehow agree with what admin says – some of us saw an exchange between retards that had to be put to an end or it would have lasted till the Universe ends. However, I don’t think we must address these attention-seeking people directly and enter their game. That’s all they’re looking for. We’ve seen to where it leads. These people should be denounced as long as you don’t address them and you leave them alone. Those who enter this sordid game are just courtshiping under the veil.
Last time I said what I thought, I had some replies from the people concerned that I ignored. Other I dealt with since the shithead had something against me, my blood and my kind. The dude said he’d keep his mouth shut with me now, so I hope this post doesn’t turn into a parody of what I criticized.
“Killed By Perfume”
A bee buzzes around, desperately searching for some delicious golden soaked honey. Yet, to its dismay, it’s unable to find any.
It watches as its friends search desperately too. Where has all the honey gone?
That is until, the undeniably strong smell of sweet honey is noticed by the bees noses.
The bees all hover over closer and closer to the scent. They can see a figure nearby. They continue looking around for where the smell is coming from.
After an hour of desperation and hunger… one bee realises the smell is coming directly from the human nearby.
They all immediately buzz over to the human and start desperately sucking the humans skin; which to them feels painless, but to the shocked human it feels like they’re being eaten alive. Screams of terror arise, but nobody’s around.
The bees continue sucking the humans skin, hoping to achieve the honey they’re smelling. The honey they’ve been starved of for too long. The human tries to hit them off, but there’s too many.
In the end, the human is sucked alive, all because of their honey-scented perfume.
Mania is like honey. The first bites are sweet, and the dopamine is fresh and hits strong after feeding yourself dehydrating salt. But after a while of sucking on the comb, the sugar, too strong, as it infects your stomach, leaving a deepening, self destructive ache. I still suckle, never wanted to return to the salt until its force fed again.
If you want to team up with someone, do it in the replies. If you want to insult another user make it creative like this section was supposed to be. It’s become fashionable to open new threads for every random thought because you think that’s the only way to get immediate attention. If you want to grab another user’s attention reply to them rather than mentioning their name and just opening a new thread every single time.
@Tamir&frens @Meow&frens @Elliottsendlocation
I have a limited amount of time in a day that I can give here. I’d rather spend that fixing issues with servers, fixing subs and adding movies rather than reading through and deleting ~80+ comments of nonsense.
While I don’t track, it’s not too hard to figure out who is who if you’ve been a janitor/mod elsewhere and run this place for over 8 years now. So please don’t abuse your freedom of expression just to be an IMMATURE CRYBABY JERKOFF.
관리자는 이 웹사이트에서 가장 미성숙한 쓰레기와 연인 관계에 있다.
관리자는 그가 어린 소년임에도 불구하고 한 번 열정적으로 그와 섹스하겠다고 제안했기 때문에 그의 성기를 애무하고 애지중지한다. 그렇다면 관리자도 소아성애자가 되는 것 같습니다. 누가 알았겠습니까?
정말 굉장히 미친 상황이군요.
Here is another poem that Meow has plagiarized a few times on this site by Evan K. Harris: Atheism doesn’t bring me comfort, it doesn’t bring me pain. It doesn’t promise what it can’t, namely; life after the death of my brain. It doesn’t tell me what is right or wrong, or how to live my life, It doesn’t tell people they can’t have love if it’s not a certain type. It doesn’t threaten me with eternal pain, or tempt me with eternal bliss, It doesn’t take away all the things I would most miss. It doesn’t create me sick and then command that I be well, And if I don’t get better, it won’t send me to hell. It doesn’t bear the message: Worship me or burn, and it doesn’t take away ten percent of what I earn. It doesn’t tell me I’m born in debt of a crime I didn’t commit, and it doesn’t tell me I must pray, worship, sacrifice or submit. It doesn’t claim to suspend the laws, or do what can’t be done, It doesn’t claim to just ‘know’ how life or the Universe begun. It doesn’t tell me I’m inferior to men, or gods or priests. It doesn’t toy with the feelings of those who were once loved by the deceased. It doesn’t indoctrinate the young with beliefs held by authorities, and it doesn’t have ‘cover up rape and abuse’ as one of it’s priorities. It doesn’t discourage condoms, and thus promote disease, It… Read more »
i like ruined girls with mascara running down their face and dark roots showing from under their blonde hair, give her a cigarette and you’re her everything, i’ll love her forever
“Pink Sparkles”
She walks in shades of bubblegum light,
where thoughts are soft and the air feels pink,
with ribbons of daylight tied in her hair,
and a sparkly “don’t-care” kind of stare.
Her laughter is cotton candy,
sticky-sweet where the warm breezes go,
and her footsteps leave sparkles behind,
like the world briefly remembered to be kind.
The sky gets shy when she enters the scene,
turning blush pink and peppermint green,
even clouds start behaving like dreams,
drifting around in pastel-y streams.
She keeps little secrets in bows and lace,
tucked in the corners of soft empty space,
where everything fragile is handled with grace,
and even sadness forgets how to stay in place.
I think there are a couple of films on hear regarding James Bulger. IRL he was taken to railway tracks and killed by some young boys. It meant that films got banned or just were not available in the UK although it was never proved the killers had watched anything. They were just sickos.
Why I mention this is because the grave stone of James has been vandlised twice recently and someone of 78 has been nabbed by the plod. No explanation given to why. Theft was involved but its a right hat sizzler.
Here’s a rap about a fellow called ‘Meow’
Yo, listen up, I got a tale to tell,
‘Bout a little fellow actin’ like a rebel, oh well,
They call it “meow,” but that’s just a stupid clown,
Actin’ all cute, but really, there a clown. 🤡
They got no brain cells, just a stupid little bitch,
Stealin’ your time, leavin’ you in grief,
So next time you hear that “meow,” just know the truth,
That’s a stupid whore, straight out of a homeless shelter!
I watched a reasonably good documentary on the John Wick films so I felt I needed to at least re-watch the first one. They failed to mention John Woo in the doc and he very much upped the dead-counts in this style of film. What struck me that behined the clitz-moody-shots and the dancing gun routines lays a very low-Q scene.
John enters a club, kills at least 50 heavily armed henchmen with style but the bloke he wants to kill runs barefoot very fast, dressed only in a towell and manages not only to escape but to take his mobile phone with him. Such a tired and lazy way to extend the length of film.
I used to watch a lot of weird movies with friends but I get real sad about it now because all these people were so fucking talented and had all these aspirations and now they’re in bed doing nothing or slinging drugs for shit. Anyways I recommend “Liverleaf”
FINE.
I copied it. You fuckers found it. Well whatever. I actually only took a tiny teeny bit of inspo but whatever.
To prove that I’m still good at writing poems, I decided to make my own. Zero inspiration, written on the spot.
“A Sheltered Pot”
In the mist of an abandoned building
was a broken pot
with tiny cracks and marks
it had seen many situations throughout its life
yet nobody cared about it
because after-all, it’s just a pot
If you have something to say about someone’s post, you can do it as a reply. There’s no need to open a new comment thread for that.
My Lunch Game Me A Tummy Ache — A Poem
My lunch gave me a tummy ache,
a tummy ache,
a tummy ache.
My lunch gave me a tummy ache.
I really don’t know why.
I only had a sirloin steak,
a birthday cake,
a chocolate shake.
It wasn’t hard, for goodness sake.
I didn’t even try.
See, lunch was at this big buffet,
with fish fillet,
and cheese soufflé.
I even tried the crème brûlée,
and liverwurst on rye.
I might have had spaghetti too,
some cheese fondue,
a bowl of stew,
then wasn’t quite sure what to do.
I felt like I could cry.
But, still, I ate the roasted ham,
the leg of lamb,
the candied yam,
and, after that, some random jam.
I think I’m gonna die.
It feels as if I’m gonna burst.
It’s just the worst.
I must be cursed.
But, if I’m gonna die, then first…
I’d better try the pie.
— Meow
Very pol I know but well done Trump for fucking Starmer over and putting an end to him selling a whole fucking island thant belogns to the UK and even handing over a few million each year as some sort of compensation. I bet the Chineses are livid.
I wonder how much time people are spending on that page asslicking a little cunt who might actually be a dude. That retarded pack of simps is turning this site into a gigantic courtship display. I nearly loathe myself for merely dealing with the issue, but it’s so gross, sordid and mediocre.
I always said that we’re all weirdos here, but I never thought I’d say that we’re crowded with a pack of simps. I’m a weirdo, but I’m not a simp. And it’s sickening to see a page supposedly dedicated to Creative Writing turn into a game of cat and mouse between a supposedly youngster and old farts.
I feel sorry to be dragged into that by only mentioning it. It didn’t take long before everything lurid in certain people took over.
When I think that I’m the one who’s always looking for nudity in movies…
Admin, I think it’s time to nuke this section.
As in, get rid of all the slop that isn’t actual creative writing.
There’s some good creative entries here, but they are buried under all the incoherent bickering.
Maybe make a section literally for “shitposting / trolling” only like you did for the User Lists.
There’s maybe 10 to 20 original pieces here and the rest is just useless drivel.
Here it is: “A mix of Meows opinions, poems, and stories PART 2 (Also a story to prove I’m not unemployed) MEOWS OPINIONS 1) I HATE AMERICANS. • Gun culture is out of control. Other places do just fine without guns, but even the most reasonable proposals are met with millions of people worrying the libs are gonna take their guns away. • Healthcare. The US seems to be the only developed country where you have to pay for health services. This should be a no-brainer, yet those who support free healthcare are still considered “radicals”. • Nationalism. A little bit of national pride is a good and healthy thing. However, people there seem to take it way too far. Kneeling during the National Anthem really shouldn’t be something that makes people go into a blind rage. • Income. Minimum wage here is far too low, yet changing it is seen as “radical”. Other places can do it. Why not America? • The environment. While other nations are approaching 100% renewable energy, the US refuses. The still have oversized cars, poor public transportation, and a weird fetish for coal that only now seems to be just starting to break. STORY: Title: “A Rough Work-life” I’ve had two jobs. First one I was fired from. Why? Let me tell you. First of all, this job wasn’t fun. It paid well but was SO boring. Nobody gave me any attention or any praise, even though I was clearly the most brilliant. Sure,… Read more »
i wish u could use gifs here tbh
Wondering where Family Maker went.
I suspect it was Tamir TBH. Tamir likes making surprisingly detailed (I hate to say it, but he actually writes long detailed stuff instead of spewing out random slurs, unlike 99% of you).
Hopefully Family Maker comes back; I enjoyed reading their stories.
“It may feel uncomfortable for you
but to get through your sins
without repentance
is the only way to redeeming yourself
so don’t pray to your non existent god
instead, face your actions.”