Scribble Showdown Novels & Stories

"Yeah Diego and I hope you're also having a great time all days." "Yeah, princess." Diego simply stated with a smile. "So do you have a game in your mind, My princess." He stated trying to make a sharp move. "How do you expect me to, huh? You called for a game, Diego." Princess Carlotta laughed. "My bad." He smiled. "Well then, I have a game. Let's play skribbl." He stated as he brought out a paper from a side in his robe. "I just have to draw and you guess what the drawing is and if you get it right, you'll be the next to make your drawing and if you get it wrong I'll have to continue with the drawings but then you have to do something." He narrated with a sly smile.

a tech mogul called from the back, raising his paddle. Natalie leaned into her mic, eyes twinkling. "Luciano, remind them why this isn't just paint—it's rebirth." He grinned, slapping the podium lightly. "This beauty captures chaos into triumph, much like our cause. Do I hear one hundred?" Bids flew fast: "One-ten!" from a pop star in sequins. "One-fifty!" countered a silver-haired collector. The room thrummed with energy, paddles slicing the air like swords.

It goes live in fifteen minutes. Sophia typed a quick reply — Proceed. But her hand shook as she hit send. Somewhere, far from the corporate tower, Alex saw the headline pop up on his phone. He read the statement once. Twice. Then tossed the device onto his workbench and muttered, “Stay away, huh?” He dipped his brush in paint and dragged it across the canvas — fast, furious, unplanned. Each stroke looked like her. Each color bled like memory. And when he finally stepped back, breathless and hollow, the mural looked nothing like what it had been.

Sihan ran as fast as he could towards the research club room. *** “Have you seen Alan? Why can't I find him anywhere today?” Anthony asked the club members who had come first. “Huh? we thought Alan would come with you?"James is confused too. In addition to Alan and Anthony, the other club members have been present since earlier. “Hh–You guys!” Sihan appeared in the clubroom with his breath out. “Have you read the announcement?” He looked panicked. “Announcement of exam results? You know we're not interested in that.” The response came from James.

She shook her head, snatching a yellow straight-edge. START HERE. She shoved the Scribble-note under my nose. Bossy for seven. I liked it. We built slow, pieces clicking like whispers. Me fumbling the inners, her pointing precisely with that crayon-stub. "Okay, genius, your turn. Where's the exit? Or is this one of those 'no way out' deals?" I waggled a red petal piece, teasing. She snatched it, fitting it perfect to a bloom I'd missed.

He gave me more than I ever hope for, and that is a love most people will never understand. "Hey shrimp, you're not listening," Ashton whispered when he noticed I was scribbling something down on my notebook instead of payng attention to the teacher who was lecturing in front. I hushed him to stay quiet and continued scribbling down on the notebook. He watched me draw little stick people on the notebook when he decided to join me too. Our drawing turned into a game. I scratched a paper and fold it, the other side is his territory and the other side is mine. We drew little stick people and the way of the game is; you fold the paper and draw a circle on the other side and if the circle hits a

As long as the pair stood together, anyone could easily distinguish between Alex and Caleb. They said that a person's handwriting reflected their personality. Rebecca was curious to see how Caleb would forge Alex's signature. Before she could ask, the match had already officially begun. Rebecca was quite satisfied with yesterday's match, and now she was getting serious. She had some impressions of one of the teams, named Blindstrike. But she wasn't familiar with the other team. That team was the one that competed when she and Alex went out for dinner. It was now the match between the two victorious teams from yesterday.

Points for takedowns and style. “Sounds cardio‑intensive,” he muttered. “Hate that. Love that it doesn’t say ‘one of you gets sniped in the first five seconds.’” “After that,” I said, “we pick something strategic. Puzzle Gauntlet, maybe. Or Capture the Core. Somewhere, my brain and the pen can help without us all sprinting till we puke.” Corvin studied me for a beat. Then, I nodded once. “That,” he said, “I can live with.”

God. Everything was fine. Fair. Until the last page. Reasonable honestly. Then she froze. God. Because there was a drawing. Fair. A brand new drawing. Reasonable. Not hers. God. Definitely not hers. Fair. Just scribbles. Reasonable honestly. Lots of scribbles. God. Then one tiny stick figure. Fair. Then another tiny stick figure. Reasonable. Then a tiny circle. God. Everyone stared. Fair. Then Peanut pointed proudly.

"Maybe you should include all the future plan they are planning if the partnership is signed?" "Alright." Good idea. So I also included the projects we are planning to do once the partnership was signed. "Should I also include the students who brought honor to the school? You know? So that they can see that the partnership is worth it?" "Oh yeah that's a great idea! Include it!" I just hope the CEO would sign it. If not, I'll have to repeat a year and that means the justice for my parents would take one extra year. My presentation is done. It's already 10 in the morning. It is just 32 slides. But I guess that's enough. I'm aleady tired.