Rebellion! MUAHAHAAAA!!!

lol, i don't where to go, besides, that should be your job. lol
My job is to get sports fans.
 
"Oh Crap!" Elenora shrieked as the glass slipped from her fingers.
The bowl she'd been mixing the cookie dough in lay, shattered on the ground, but she ignored the danger of having deadly shards lying about all over the wood floors. Wiping her flour-covered hands on her jeans-ignoring the fact that she had slimy dough coating the ornate silver ring on her left ring finger-she knelt, pushing back her red curls and adjusting the position of her black-rimmed plastic glasses. A crow-common and a nuisance in the area where she lived-cawed outside the oval window, but she ignored that too.
Inside of the thick pieces of the glass bowl-and amongstt the goo of the fallen chocolate chip cookies-she could have sworn that a shadow had moved inside of the glass.
Just as she bent closer to observe, a loud TAP at the window startled her.
Jittery enough to look up, Elenora glared at the crow for a moment before turning back to the mess on the floor.
Nothing was there except the mess she'd made.
Frowning, she started to clean up just as the doorbell rang.
 
Whatev. I was just assuming that you could inquire around in your posting travels. But no matter; I shall be busy myself.
 
Hello, Champ! :D
An RP is a story with either no plot or a lot of plot written by more than one person.
Want to try?
 
OKay, give us a sec.
 
"Oh Crap!" Elenora shrieked as the glass slipped from her fingers.
The bowl she'd been mixing the cookie dough in lay, shattered on the ground, but she ignored the danger of having deadly shards lying about all over the wood floors. Wiping her flour-covered hands on her jeans-ignoring the fact that she had slimy dough coating the ornate silver ring on her left ring finger-she knelt, pushing back her red curls and adjusting the position of her black-rimmed plastic glasses. A crow-common and a nuisance in the area where she lived-cawed outside the oval window, but she ignored that too.
Inside of the thick pieces of the glass bowl-and amongstt the goo of the fallen chocolate chip cookies-she could have sworn that a shadow had moved inside of the glass.
Just as she bent closer to observe, a loud TAP at the window startled her.
Jittery enough to look up, Elenora glared at the crow for a moment before turning back to the mess on the floor.
Nothing was there except the mess she'd made.
Frowning, she started to clean up just as the doorbell rang.
 
(( WRITE! Be the person at the door! ))
 
Elanora walked to the door, opened it an slammed it with the terrifying site that lay before her. it was a man, maybe 50 or 60 years of age, wrinkles on his skin, with long, dark brown hair that lay on his shoulders. but the most terrifying site on him was his eyes, oh those dark eyes!! they seemed to stare through your soul and devour it!
 
(( Er...that was okay, but please write from the other person's point of view. And you don't have to be evil...or old,
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Please try again. ))
 
ok im not good at this i'll be the audience i guess
 
oh how fun this is going to be *sarcasm in voice*
 
i'll try
 
*audience goes boo because no one has posted part of the story yet*
*audience throws tomatoes, causing LadyScribe to go blind*
 
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