Don't worry, it's normal for others, especially adults, to not understand you. Texting stories is a completely new way of telling stories, and few people know about it. If your teachers knew how good and talented you are as a writer, they'd be in awe of you! Kudos to your classmates who stood up for you!
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Lol ! Don't be too harsh on people, writing through text app is still new in the West. It exists since a while in Japan and one cans even make a living of it. But honestly, if I hadn't read Bakuman, I wouldn't even know of this type of writing before stumbling on your account 😆
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Relatable ngl I used to write mlb storieson this app too but stopped due to demotivation the app is literally called 'Texting story' so ppl always assume it and get confused about whatever the writing is some even Don't believe there is a app and think the writer has problem like this like bro it exists ok? Gotta problem with that or smth? Can't you mind your own business? 😭
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THE WARRIOR MERMAID'S NEW HEIGHTS 24– THE ESCOVEDO CODE (Part 2) Roberta “Bad Betty” Uchôa is, without a doubt, a force of nature! As the oldest sister in a family full of boxers, she grew up between her two sisters, jabs and discipline, plus plenty of thrilling fight stories. The house she still lives in at Jackson Heights — the same one since her childhood days — is almost like a family sanctuary full of memories: folk sculptures on the lawn and scattered around the rooms, the Chilean flag always impeccably raised, her grandfather’s white Buick shining, and her grandmother’s black Bonneville motorcycle looking like it just rolled off the factory floor. As a teenager, she got interested in fitness and soon joined the all-women’s basketball squad known as the Lass-Kickers, where she quickly took the lead and became the team’s sergeant. At Jeff Hyman High School, she earned a somewhat unfair reputation as a bully — which only grew thanks to her sharp tongue, athletic build, and some pretty bold hairstyles. After high school, Betty followed her instincts and enlisted in the army. She served three years in Chile and came back home as a lieutenant. But she didn’t stop there; with determination in overdrive, she became an elite kickboxer and the most sought-after — and feared — personal trainer in Manhattan. She even created her famous “Torture Chamber” — a garage-turned-gym — where she trained her teammates and fellow Lass-Kickers with plenty of love, sweat, and hellish yelling! That Saturday night, Betty was enjoying a rare happy hour in the backyard after an intense training session with Hyde and Soozie. And, let’s be real, her barbecues were almost as legendary as her workouts — nobody seasons meat like a Uchôa! She was in the middle of yet another electrifying arm-wrestling match between the couple — the 329,248th, according to Hyde. The table was shaking. Heidi was snorting like a bull, while Soozie seemed to be reacting to her girlfriend’s effort as if she were at a spa. “Stay strong, babe,” teased the tall, dark-haired giant, yawning playfully. “We’ve only been at it for EIGHT minutes. You got this!” “Shut up, Susan!” Heidi shot back, dripping with sweat. “I’m gonna slam you… right into my pocket!” “I know, I’ve always been in your pocket, Hyde…” “Countdown!” someone shouted. “Three… two… one…” BANG! Heidi collapsed like a concrete wall, exhausted. Soozie jumped up on the bench to celebrate, pounding her chest like Tarzan. “BY NEPTUNE’S BEARD!” Justine yelled, running in to hug her. “I’ve never seen you beat Heidi before!” “Yeah…” Soozie could barely breathe; the win had taken far more out of her than she’d admit. Her eyes shone with pride as the couple exchanged loving looks. “Come here, love. Let me help you. You okay?” asked Soozie. “Yeah, I’m fine… but it feels like my soul left my body. Vuilnis, those arms! That brute strength has a future, Soozie…” “Heheh… thanks, sweetie.” “Congrats to both of you!” Betty toasted. “And after three hours of training, too!” “Honestly, I’m not that into winning, Betty,” Soozie said. “What I really like is… holding Heidi’s hand…” The couple exchanged cheek kisses and a challenging look. “Wanna see who can drink more?” — “I’m in!” — “Ay, mami…” Betty muttered as she downed her beer. The next morning, the backyard looked like a disaster zone. Justine and Ritchie were asleep in the back of the El Camino, while Hysooz were snoring in the trunk of Heidi’s red SUV — with their feet sticking out, of course. The two barely fit in the car seats as it is… Betty chose to ignore the mess and headed straight to the garage to train. Meanwhile, over in Queens, Fantine woke up in an improvised tent with Ellen and Marcy. The visit to Jezebel was still fresh in her mind. Over in Brooklyn, Jenny — the obsessive-compulsive nerd of the Lass-Kickers — was going full throttle, tidying up the apartment to the sound of the rare Heart Full Of Hate by the Mud City Manglers, blasting at full volume. “I can’t believe it, Mom! That talk with Jezzie left me completely disoriented! I got home taking off my clothes and throwing them everywhere! That’s not me!” Mrs. Bennett laughed, playing with Daisy Dee in her lap. “There’s a first time for everything, dear.” “My favorite black suit! Hanging from the ceiling fan! I spend a fortune at the dry cleaner’s!” An envelope fell out of her blazer pocket. “What’s this, Jenny?” “It’s the championship photo… Jezzie said she wrote something on the back.” Turning the picture over, Jenny found a map drawn in black crayon: the school library’s reading room, with fifteen bookshelves forming an arc, and a red X under the last one, near the window. Next to it, a message: “The first ray of sunlight points to the loose floorboard.” Jenny froze. This wasn’t just a map. It was an invitation.
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I'm always scared that it happens when I read your stories except I don't have a phone (we can't use them in school anyway) to read outdoors and yk how curious family members can be💀 THANKFULLY it didn't happen yet. They'd think stuff since I only have discord and everyone knows the only 2 people that I talk to on it and discord defo doesn't look like this
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THE WARRIOR MERMAID’S NEW HEIGHTS 25– THE ESCOVEDO CODE (Part 3) The morning in New York was fresh and slightly humid, with that smell of wet grass promising an ideal day for a run. Justine and Ritchie — who loved freedom but were an annoyingly organized couple — already had their workout clothes neatly packed in the trunk. After the party at Betty’s place, it was time to get moving — Justine had devoured a bunch of chicken thighs the night before. They quickly changed in her backyard and headed to Central Park. “Go for it, Warrior, show you’ve got stamina!” teased Ritchie, sprinting ahead. She chased after him, her heavy footsteps making the ground vibrate, while he bounded as if being chased. “Hey, Ritch!” Justine shouted, stopping to catch her breath. “You left me eating your dust again! Looks like my training is finally paying off, huh?” “Well, you threw me into a pack of ten amazons, Juzz. Had to hold my own, right?” They sat on a bench, drinking water. “Betty threw that at me right on the first day in the Torture Chamber: ‘We know how big your appetite is, Mermaid. So, the more you eat, the more you gotta sweat, got it?’” “Now I get why you were stuck there for almost nine hours… and you still showed up fiery as ever at my place!” “Hahaha, my favorite little clown!” She playfully nudged him, full of affection. That’s when she noticed a group at a distance: a blonde woman, all fitness gear and a pink visor, whispering to three kids who looked at Justine as if they’d just spotted a comic book superhero. One of the boys pointed hesitantly, and the mother nodded with a smile. “Hi! Excuse me, but aren’t you Justine from Iron Haven gym?” “That’s me!” “Wow, kids, it really is Juzz!” They ran to the bench like it was the chance of a lifetime. One of the girls climbed up to get a better look, another impulsively grabbed her phone. “Franklin, Lara, and Maxine LOVE your funny workout videos!” “Really? Thank you so much, guys!” “You’re definitely from another planet, Justine!” the woman complimented. “While that brute nearly exploded lifting weights… you were all zen curling 100 kilos, looked like you were meditating! Hahaha!” “You’re even more beautiful in person!” the boy said. “Your smile is the most beautiful in the world!” commented the smallest. “Are you really strong, like in the videos?” the oldest sister asked. “For sure! And I’m gonna get even stronger!” Justine replied, flexing a powerful bicep that almost tore the sleeve of her tight black T-shirt. The smallest girl grabbed her arm tightly, as if it were a marble pillar. Justine bent down and whispered: “Want to know the secret to getting this strong? Eat lots of… broccoli!” The kids laughed, and Ritchie, with a knowing grin, added: “And never steal Justine’s chicken. If you do, not even the Hulk can save you.” Laughter filled the air before they posed for a fun photo. “Thanks, Juzz! It turned out amazing!” “You’re super cool, Justine!” the smallest girl waved her goodbye. “See you next time! Tag me in the photo, okay?” She turned to Ritchie. “Can you believe they recognized me from the videos?” “I always knew you were born to shine, my love!” “Oooooh…” She gave him a sweet kiss. “Look, Coach Williams is over there too! Hey, Coach? Over here!” Fantine, in her signature blue sweater, was running with her little girls, Marcy and Ellen, and Chloé, her protégé. “Good morning, everyone! Sweating early?” “For sure, coach! We escaped before Betty made us do 300 push-ups. I ate enough for a week last night!” “Some things never change, right, Prescott?” “Fantine, I gotta tell you…” Chloé, tired, collapsed dramatically on the ground and grabbed a fan. “One day I’ll get to your level. Just not today! Ugh, I’m dead!” “There’s the new team’s ambassador…” teased Fantine. Ellen and Marcy laughed and started playing with Chloé. “Get up, Auntie C! Come on, come on!” “No more playing princess, now you’re a Lass-Kicker!” “Phew, let me breathe, you little chihuahuas!” Chloé laughed. “So, Chloé,” Juzz asked, “you excited for Saturday?” “Absolutely! Counting down the days for the team reveal ceremony, WOOHOO!” Meanwhile, Jenny was sitting in her room, holding a photo from the 2008 championship. On the back, Jezebel had drawn a map of the school library, with an X marked with two crossing shaky lines. The mark seemed to scream: come find me. Jenny spun the coffee mug in her hands, distracted, not noticing she’d put too much stevia in it. Zooming in on the phone showed every detail: the curve of the shelves, the side door, the almost invisible symbol hidden near the X… but whatever Jezebel wanted her to find remained protected. At least, for now.
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On past Seasons they had a lot of stories to tell but not enough time. On S6, they have longer episodes but no story to tell. Glaciator 2 and Kuro Neko, particularly, had so much potential, so much room for development and character growth, but ended up shoehorning some stupid concepts and rushed endings that didn't solve anything that had to be solved.
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~Sarah's Miraculous Stories~
I usually write at school during free periods and during the breaks. My business teacher didn't come, so we got another teacher to watch over us. I decided to write a little before doing other work and he saw me "texting" 💀 he noticed the layout of the app and stuff and said "Texting, Texting. That's all you youngsters do" He's super chill and fun btw lol. He's a computer teacher. You'll never see him get serious, like giving morals or yelling💀 I said "Hey, no I'm writing a story!😭"
He replied "yes, stories, that's all you all do nowadays. You tell stories" He said mockingly💀 I defensively said "AND FYI I DON'T EVEN HAVE SOCIAL MEDIA😤" Then my classmates joined in and said things like "Yeah, she ain't like us. She's a good kid, not a troublemaker or animal like us😂😭" My b'day twin patted me on the shoulder while saying that lol.
But jokes apart, everytime I'm writing, people think I'm texting💀 I can't count how many times I had to explain my new classmates this year that I'm writing stories for YouTube. Their reaction was like: "woah, how do you actually do that? You're so smart omg👁👄👁 can you show me?" I traumatized many by saying how most of the stories are long especially the 1-2hrs ones😂 They sometimes check it- help, goodnight guys💀
Love you all^^❤
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