Scribble Showdown Novels & Stories

"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.

He was too handsome for an ugly person like me. I looked away from them. On my way home, I spot an elderly guy with a huge sign along the road, written, "Beware of the beast who hides in human skin that walks among us." I didn't understand why I was so frightened when I read it. Briggs, the elderly guy, was insane; he lost his mind when his daughter went missing. Nothing he wrote on that piece of cardboard was sane. Arriving home, I went straight to my room and locked myself in. I sat at my desktop and typed in the search engine, "Beast who hides in human skin."

Ashton the reclusive said as we all paused to hear the sound of a guitar from the direction of Noah’s room. He was working on something and hard at it too because he didn’t come down for breakfast, I didn’t know anything about his writing habits now but then he always remembered food. “Scrabble itself only allow eight players, me and Tiffany being one would means that we all are allowed to play the game. Well those of us present anyway.” Cody shrugged. “The fact that you know the game rules is enough for us to not let you play with her.” Toby stated. “And by all means who wants to tell me what I can or can’t do?” I asked the room in general, my voice turning hard and when nobody answered me

The dizziness eased slightly. I turned my gaze to the final scratch card once more. I made up my mind. My hand trembling, I began to scratch.

“Club, baby. Some Tinder guy dragged me here. Thought he was gonna be my Prince Charming. Turns out, his cock was like a crayon. I had to cancel the deal.” I threw my head back, laughing so hard my stomach hurt. “A crayon? You didn’t!” “Bitch, yes I did.” He rolled his eyes dramatically. “And not even the jumbo pack, like those tiny-ass broken crayons you find at the bottom of a kindergarten desk. Tragic.” I wheezed. “You should never settle for a crayon in the form of a cock, JoJo.” “Period!” He snapped his fingers. “Big, bold, thick, like a Sharpie, minimum. Otherwise, I’m out.”

She cringed and wiped it away, and I smirked. Suddenly, we heard shouting from inside. Exchanging glances, we hurried back into the apartment. We stopped in the doorway, taking in the scene. Edwin and Gavin were on one team for Pictionary, facing off against Betty and Avis. Edwin was at the whiteboard, frantically drawing something while Gavin shouted increasingly frustrated guesses. “A dog! A cat! A... a giraffe?!” Gavin yelled, his face turning red. Edwin shook his head vigorously, adding more scribbles to his drawing. His black hair was mussed, tongue out with focus as if they’d been at this for a while.

Their intimate actions felt like sharp knives against my heart. I hid in a corner, raised my phone, turned on the camera, and aimed it at them before pressing record. Eva was playfully twirling Johann's tie in her fingers, her actions seductive and provocative. "Surely Nancy wouldn't mind that I keep taking up all of your time, Mr. Garner?" A look of disgust appeared in Johann's eyes as he replied, "Stop bringing up that woman's name when we're together. You're ruining the mood." Eva just chuckled and said, "That's right. This is our 'working hours' after all…"

Takuto Kimura lay on his nap mat, his little chubby arms sprawled out as he carefully studied his crayon work. His gaze was focused, his furrowed brow the picture of concentration. On the inside of his arm, in vivid red and yellow crayon, he had written: "Feasibility Report on the Monopoly of Sandbox Production Materials." This was not some simple toddler scribble—it was the blueprint for the next big thing. Or, at least, his next big thing. Sunlight streamed through the classroom windows, casting striped shadows across his round face, making him look like a zebra plotting something very, very suspicious.

She chewed on her inner cheeks and clenched her fists when she wanted to cheer him on loudly but could not. Fighting grazing was more challenging and took Herbert and Sebastian longer. The sound of growling. snapping jaws, claws slashing filled the air until their opponents submit. When the loosers left the ring, it was the battle cx, even though they did not hold the title, the finalists were two powerful Jordans who challenged each other for a shewolf.

Liblei sounded like one of those young ones who was excited to participate in a cooking show held every festival. “The first match will just be easy since it’s literature. Maybe we’ll just be reading ancient books but worry not, I am confident. They wrote our names on wooden flat sticks like these.” Liblei showed her hand. When she opened her palm, there was a stick engraved with her full name. “They will be posting these in the boards, one in our venue and one beside the board of Gairoshi. It’s like a guide for everyone to see who has advanced and who has not.” Carysse was so focused on Gairoshi she almost forgot about Liblei and Zeikontour that’s why it was refreshing to see her once again