Those moments when you're writing a story and you have the urge to tell everyone what's going to happen but then that won't be any fun. Or those moments when somebody makes an intelligent/correct prediction and you have the urge to reply, DING DING DING! AND YOU WON ....A NEW CAR!!!! the price would've been certainly right with them. *stares at gameshow audience* *gets smhed* You know, I've been using that acronym a lot ever since my consultant/bestie told me what it meant. I've been overusing it. I've been smhed by her for overusing it.
So anyway... I'll give you a status update on what I've been doing with my Minecraft universe so far.
*ahem* Promise you won't kill me...
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Okay. So I've barely written any of chapter eight *nervously laughs*
Wait, stop! Don't charge me with torches and pitchforks yet! You may read it.
Mkay, so it's just a draft...

Azalea's POV

The neighborhood I lived in possessed one good quality: it was always dead silent at night. But tonight was different. A scream pierced the silence, and everyone could hear it. I looked out the window at what the ruckus was, but I saw nothing except for the other neighbors turning their lights on to investigate as well. I was curious as to what it was. I heard someone race up the stairs. Z.

"Did you hear that?" she asked after she burst into my room.

"Yes," I replied. "I was wondering what it was."

"It sounded like someone was screaming for bloody murder," Z said. Then she faced me with horror. "Do you think that might be what that is?"

"I hope not," I said.

...AND THATS ALL. Sorry... but I have been writing things related to my story. Like... sad stuff. I've been really into writing sad stuff. And about people being driven insane. I'm a dark girl. I have this note with segments labeled with Sad Krayden, Sexy Krayden and Sweet Krayden. They all have emojis related to the topic included in the title. *clamps hand over mouth* oh crap, I've said too much, I've said too much!!! *runs away*