Scribble Showdown Novels & Stories

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."

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.

“It’s two letters. Two letters isn’t a word. It’s a sound.” “It’s in the Scrabble dictionary.” “The Scrabble dictionary also has ‘za’ in it and I refuse to live in a world where ‘za’ is acceptable.” “Your refusal doesn’t change the score.” Rhys caught my eye across the table while Cole and Sienna argued about the legitimacy of qi and the erosion of linguistic standards in competitive board games. The eye contact lasted four seconds. Five. His foot found mine under the table the way it had at the first family dinner – the dinner where we were strangers performing a deal, where his toe hooked around my ankle and the secret of the contact was the entire point.

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.

Becky P.O.V. The house is singing in a key I call “we’re winning, don’t jinx it.” I park myself at the long table with three laptops, a roll of gaffer tape, a box of exhibit stickers, and Elder Max, who has brought a fountain pen with a nib sharp enough to do surgery. He sets down a neat stack of blank writs like a man laying out knives, knowing he is going to cut someone tonight. “War,” I announce, and tape my hair up because it holds better. “But make it paperwork.”

She inquired with her contact, fafa, “Hey, between ScribeSphere and LitConnect, which one do you think is better?” Knowing Michelle's aspirations, fafa immediately began to pitch her own writing studio to Michelle. However, Michelle was not keen on the studio's approach to creation. No matter how enticing fafa made it sound, Michelle was adamant about not joining. In the end, fafa relented but made sure to mention the potential for collaboration in the future. fafa gave a quick comparison of the two platforms: “ScribeSphere has a larger readership and better funding. But, it’s also home to many prominent authors, making it hard for newbies to break through.”

Mia worked my cock with her mouth, covering my Johnson with her saliva. She showed Brooke and me how she loved giving sloppy head. My cock dripped with her spit. “Now put it back between her tits and fuck them like you fucked mine,” moaned Mia. One hand went straight to her cunt and the other to Brooke’s cunt. My cock returned to Brooke’s cleavage. The amount of spit that Mia had coated my boner with was amazing and a great lubricant for me to screw Brooke’s tits. Brooke had her fingers crossed as she held her breasts around my pumping cock. “Screw my tits. Force-feed your cock to my meaty tits. I pounded Brooke’s tits like a madman.