BRAVE

7y

God that sounds so fun you lucky b******

Why are you stuck tho?

Americana 2

7y

im not even stuck i just completely lack all motivation to do work right now even though it's due tomorrow

BRAVE

7y

Oh I feel it

You gotta force yourself tho unfortunately

HeelKylo

7y

I can’t even express the type of nights we would have together

LikewhoIsHe

7y

first lets make this really clear, you are a racist piece of s***
second, that being said let me give you a bit of my backstory shall we, I've grown up in a black neighborhood, a really poor one at that, the only thing I listened too my whole youth was hiphop, I was most of the times the only white guy in my group of friends, I've been beaten by the police 3 times, one of those times I still have scars from it and it damaged nerve endings on my left leg for life, just because me and my friends were in the street at night
third, my life was more hip hop than drake living with his white jewish mother in the suburbs of Canada, I've had a f***ing gun pointed at me more than once
fourth none of my friends f*** with drake, and they have a bigger respect for the culture than any of you idiots
i didnt chose hiphop , it chose me you f***ing idiot

PainPapi

7y

I’m captured by your words

HeelKylo

7y

I can’t even express the type of nights we would have together

BRAVE

7y

Yeah I'm taking it

Americana 2

7y

Chester Khovovich walked down the dusty road to the middle of town. He lived just a bit outside of the town proper, so it wasn’t that far of a walk for him. He also always got up at around 6:30, so it wasn’t that early in the day for him. But it was the middle of summer, and even this early in the morning, it was usually in the 90’s at this time of day. Luckily, [] didn’t need to walk back when it got even hotter because was heading into town to pick his car up from the mechanic’s shop near the town centre. He had brought it in at the same time of day almost two weeks ago, before most people were awake. Ely, Nevada was a small town and most people []’s age had known each other since childhood, so most people were in the know if anything happened in the town. But no one could figure out why he had brought his car in so early nor why he had brought it in at all. [] himself never directly answered any of the questions about the car directly over those two weeks, instead diverting the subject or giving a vague answer such as leaving any conclusions among the teenagers of Ely up in the air. However, people on []’s block who’d been wake the night before he brought the car in had heard him driving down a road out of town, into the desert to the east of town. People had heard of dealers on that road, and Nobody asked any questions though, since it wasn’t really worth asking or worrying about them.

The Celica was a 1980 liftback model, colored a sort of brown that was maybe two shades darker than the dull dust that covered the entire town. The Reagan ‘80 sticker of the previous owner was slowly peeling away after nearly 4 decades of exposure to the hot, sandy Nevada sun, but still stood prominently on the newly shined chrome bumper. Despite its age, the car still worked like a dream, and [] had no worries bringing it into the shop a few weeks ago. Not 5 minutes later, he left the garage with it and rounded the corner to an empty lot. Cracking the glove box momentarily, [] saw a quick flash of iron, confirming all he needed to know. Luckily for him, the mechanic didn’t seem to have touched the glove box, so there was no risk of word getting out about what was in the glove box

Americana 2

7y

Chester Khovovich walked down the dusty road to the middle of town. He lived just a bit outside of the town proper, so it wasn’t that far of a walk for him. He also always got up at around 6:30, so it wasn’t that early in the day for him. But it was the middle of summer, and even this early in the morning, it was usually in the 90’s at this time of day. Luckily, [] didn’t need to walk back when it got even hotter because was heading into town to pick his car up from the mechanic’s shop near the town centre. He had brought it in at the same time of day almost two weeks ago, before most people were awake. Ely, Nevada was a small town and most people []’s age had known each other since childhood, so most people were in the know if anything happened in the town. But no one could figure out why he had brought his car in so early nor why he had brought it in at all. [] himself never directly answered any of the questions about the car directly over those two weeks, instead diverting the subject or giving a vague answer such as leaving any conclusions among the teenagers of Ely up in the air. However, people on []’s block who’d been wake the night before he brought the car in had heard him driving down a road out of town, into the desert to the east of town. People had heard of dealers on that road, and Nobody asked any questions though, since it wasn’t really worth asking or worrying about them.

The Celica was a 1980 liftback model, colored a sort of brown that was maybe two shades darker than the dull dust that covered the entire town. The Reagan ‘80 sticker of the previous owner was slowly peeling away after nearly 4 decades of exposure to the hot, sandy Nevada sun, but still stood prominently on the newly shined chrome bumper. Despite its age, the car still worked like a dream, and [] had no worries bringing it into the shop a few weeks ago. Not 5 minutes later, he left the garage with it and rounded the corner to an empty lot. Cracking the glove box momentarily, [] saw a quick flash of iron, confirming all he needed to know. Luckily for him, the mechanic didn’t seem to have touched the glove box, so there was no risk of word getting out about what was in the glove box

Americana 2

7y

Chester Khovovich walked down the dusty road to the middle of town. He lived just a bit outside of the town proper, so it wasn’t that far of a walk for him. He also always got up at around 6:30, so it wasn’t that early in the day for him. But it was the middle of summer, and even this early in the morning, it was usually in the 90’s at this time of day. Luckily, [] didn’t need to walk back when it got even hotter because was heading into town to pick his car up from the mechanic’s shop near the town centre. He had brought it in at the same time of day almost two weeks ago, before most people were awake. Ely, Nevada was a small town and most people []’s age had known each other since childhood, so most people were in the know if anything happened in the town. But no one could figure out why he had brought his car in so early nor why he had brought it in at all. [] himself never directly answered any of the questions about the car directly over those two weeks, instead diverting the subject or giving a vague answer such as leaving any conclusions among the teenagers of Ely up in the air. However, people on []’s block who’d been wake the night before he brought the car in had heard him driving down a road out of town, into the desert to the east of town. People had heard of dealers on that road, and Nobody asked any questions though, since it wasn’t really worth asking or worrying about them.

The Celica was a 1980 liftback model, colored a sort of brown that was maybe two shades darker than the dull dust that covered the entire town. The Reagan ‘80 sticker of the previous owner was slowly peeling away after nearly 4 decades of exposure to the hot, sandy Nevada sun, but still stood prominently on the newly shined chrome bumper. Despite its age, the car still worked like a dream, and [] had no worries bringing it into the shop a few weeks ago. Not 5 minutes later, he left the garage with it and rounded the corner to an empty lot. Cracking the glove box momentarily, [] saw a quick flash of iron, confirming all he needed to know. Luckily for him, the mechanic didn’t seem to have touched the glove box, so there was no risk of word getting out about what was in the glove box

PainPapi

7y

I agree what you written but it’s really all about how you make it
Chester Khovovich walked down the dusty road to the middle of town. He lived just a bit outside of the town proper, so it wasn’t that far of a walk for him. He also always got up at around 6:30, so it wasn’t that early in the day for him. But it was the middle of summer, and even this early in the morning, it was usually in the 90’s at this time of day. Luckily, [] didn’t need to walk back when it got even hotter because was heading into town to pick his car up from the mechanic’s shop near the town centre. He had brought it in at the same time of day almost two weeks ago, before most people were awake.

Ely, Nevada was a small town and most people []’s age had known each other since childhood, so most people were in the know if anything happened in the town. But no one could figure out why he had brought his car in so early nor why he had brought it in at all. [] himself never directly answered any of the questions about the car directly over those two weeks, instead diverting the subject or giving a vague answer such as leaving any conclusions among the teenagers of Ely up in the air. However, people on []’s block who’d been wake the night before he brought the car in had heard him driving down a road out of town, into the desert to the east of town. People had heard of dealers on that road, and Nobody asked any questions though, since it wasn’t really worth asking or worrying about them.
The Celica was a 1980 liftback model, colored a sort of brown that was maybe two shades darker than the dull dust that covered the entire town.

The Reagan ‘80 sticker of the previous owner was slowly peeling away after nearly 4 decades of exposure to the hot, sandy Nevada sun, but still stood prominently on the newly shined chrome bumper. Despite its age, the car still worked like a dream, and [] had no worries bringing it into the shop a few weeks ago. Not 5 minutes later, he left the garage with it and rounded the corner to an empty lot. Cracking the glove box momentarily, [] saw a quick flash of iron, confirming all he needed to know. Luckily for him, the mechanic didn’t seem to have touched the glove box, so there was no risk of word getting out about what was in the glove box

Americana 2

7y

@FREE @001v @Brave what should i make the deus ex machina might make it so some human traffickers owe him money n try to kill him to not pay him but then some coke dealers slide in cuz they owe him a favor

the literal gun is CHEster KHOVovich's gun

FREE

7y

Damn why it's gotta be s***trafficking and dealers?

Let that nigga need a bagel and go searching for some cash only to realize he got a bagel at home

Americana 2

7y

@FREE @001v @Brave what should i make the deus ex machina might make it so some human traffickers owe him money n try to kill him to not pay him but then some coke dealers slide in cuz they owe him a favor

the literal gun is CHEster KHOVovich's gun

BRAVE

7y

You can go that route with the coke dealers saving the way. The deus ex machina itself - you don't have to worry about. And you've got one that works in your story

But you've GOT TO and I mean GOT TO establish these coke dealers relationship to your protagonist. Maybe a mention of em, maybe a flashback, anything.