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It was a calm, cool day that a young Jr. member wrote their story, jotting down happily their ideas and humming, happy that they could post their story and get help with how they wrote. Little did she know the HELL her story would be put into....
Pressing the submit button, she filled out all the required information, and stashed her story nicely into a little niche on the database of PnP, waiting for the comments. But the comments never came. Nobody was reading it...
In the database, the story waited patiently, happily bouncing when a reader would come, but nothing was said. No reccomends were made. The story began to get sad, and it felt lonely, for many other stories sat there as well. He realized that all those stories had a lot of reads, but nobody commented. Nobody reccomended...
It was then that he couldn't take it. The story jumped to his little feet and cursed the story gods!
"Why have you put me here! Why won't they read! Curse you, god of stories!"
A horrible laughter filled the room, and the little story turned it's head to stare in horror as a burnt peice of rolled up parchment walked along, dark hornes on it's head and a pitchfork in its spindly little hands of melted ink.
"Fool! Your creator has condemned you to story hell... Here, people will look at you, linger on your page, but nobody will ever read you! And they'll never make you better! The good stories are never moved to main page, and the bad ones are never told to improve! YOU ARE FOREVER TRAPPED!!!!" The evil parchment-devil laughed. The stories eyes got wide and he screamed in agony.
"NO!!!!!!" he cried, dropping to his knees. "I'll delete myself! I will!" he threatened! But the Parchment-Devil gave his evil laugh.
"Your dear creator would be so sad. She would have to do that. You can't do it yourself!" And the poor little story knew he was right.
Days passed, then months. The poor little story got one comment, and a reccomend, bringing up his hopes, but that was all. The writer gave up on the story, and soon, depressed, and vowing never to write another story. She forgot about it not long after, as did the other authors, leaving him to sit, sad and depressed, with the many other stories lingering in the story hell....
THE END
*HINTHINT, NUDGENUDGE!*
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