I have to write a 1500 word creative writing piece (I know it's not a lot but I suck at creative writing)

Music is literally the only thing I've got going for me

What's your favorite piece of music? What does it make you think and feel? Do images flash through your mind when you hear it? Write about that.

you seriously dont know lorem ipsum?

All I know is that it's something to do with visualising a piece but don't know how it does that

lorem ipsum is gibberish text used as a placeholder to visualise designs.
like, imagine you're creating a new website or even newspaper design.
you need some text to fill it with to get a feel if the font fits, spacing, etc.

Knock, knock.

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good guy user
just pretend you're shitposting and submit it

I remember when I was in school, I literally wrote a creepy pasta based off shit like Ben Drowned and Sonic.exe and I got an A, good times

i have 70000 words done in my novel so far

i now have writers block and havent touched it for months

get writing, nigger, 1500 is not even 5% of my shit

Thanks unhelpful user

Have like a 10 minute 15 minute free writing session to write down literally everything off the top of your head

Let me tell you the story of the Sniffer.

Have you heard about the Sniffer? No?
Well back when I was in high-school, mid 2000s the entires neighborhood went crazy about the Sniffer.
It was an alleged talk man with long curly hair that wore a mask and broke into peoples house and stole female underwear. Clean and dirty alike. Some people claim to have seen the sniffer masturbating on top of his horde of panties.
Some people claim he was a homeless.
Some eve call him a terrorist from Afganistán.
But no one knew who was the Sniffer. Even the police got involved but they never caught him. People grew paranoid and bagan locking their doors and goin a s far to place metal bars in their windows.
Some people went as far to install security cameras.
The thing that none knew was that the sniffer was a horny 17 year old, the sniffer was me. And this is my story....
Are you ready this is a journey to the bottom of civilized people, I got to see what people really do behind closed doors...

Shall I continue user?

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For context
youtu.be/SCZI7fZJlgE

In school, I just improvised whatever autistic shit came to my head and wrapped up something like this in an hour and got at least a B. Does OP have no creativity at all?

kek
continue
just submit this anons fantasy OP

As someone in an all too familiar situation I command thee to tease thy book

think western isekai

write about gabagool

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It all started on a summer night, two weeks after the end of classes I was a sophomore to become a junior.
I was bored out of my mind, back then I only had a gameboy advance with ONE fucking game, my parents were cheap as fuck, we had only one computer on the entire house and my mom was always on it, porn came to me in the form of underwater catalogs and scramble channels on the 88-99 digits.
Life was simple in depressing way.
I really did not have many friends back then, some went on summer travels. Around the world, Germany, Japan Mexico, I was stock at home watching distorted porn on the last channel of cable box, waiting for a titty or what appeared to be a hairy pussy to appear on the screen, again simple things like that used to get me off, I craved it more.
After post ejaculation reckoning, I bagan to look at my neighborhood, studied, imagine what they were doing.
I bagan notice that my neighbor two houses down always had his garage open.
In the garage was a fridge, a shelf with shit lot of junk and what appeard to be trash, since I remember he always had a powmia flag, I wonder if that was the reason why he had it open. Or maybe his fucking door was busted. What the fuck I was not the garage police.
So I bagan to wonder if I sneak at night and peak around his garage, maybe steal a beer or two. At that age I had never drank and I was curious.
I planned for nights.
So that night after hearing my parents fuck them selfs to sleep I went for.
Back then we did not had expressions like yolo, I went to my front door and say fuck it!

It was 2:40 no fucks given I went for it.

LMAO
this is high level autism,
this user just completed 1/3rd of your essay, just make a few spelling corrections and continuation and this can be OP's essay. Should be easy because there's already so many routes this story can go.
OP better not be a faggot and continue this till submission.

i meant OP should continue it btw, unless you want to which is fine since im enjoying reading this autism

The neighborhood was dark only a few lightbpost here and there, the distance sound of sprinklers and cars driving in the distance.
I even took my shoes off to reduce any noise I could make.

I got closer to my neighbor garage. The door to the house was cracked open. And I was able to hear the sound of the tv coming from inside.
I knew if I hit the sensors on the garage door the lights will turn on.
I felt like a ninja or thief on one of them heist movies.

I was inside the garage, I did not tip the light sensor I began to feel my chest to pump like never before, it felt good.
I bagan to look around with the little light that managed to got in.
On a table next to a bunch of tools and empty bottles I was a pile of magazines.
Hustlers and other brands I did not recognize but had huge tittles of Asian chicks with their legs spread.
Jack pot, my heart was pumping out my chest.
I thought “ fuck the beer I will take this instead”

I grab a handful of magazines from the middle so my neighbor did not notice the difference right way.

I took the magazines and jump the sensor bar, and sprit it back home.
I stop to look back and see if my presence had been noticed,
Perfect crime and I went back home with my recently acquired treasures.
I acquired 4 wonderful hardcore porn magazines that night, I fap like a king.
I fap like 4 times that night.

I stash them in a little opening between my closet and the attic that I made to hide a stupid time capsule, fuck that shit this is far better. I told myself.
For weeks I fapped to my recently acquired magazines I even fanatized they were my personal harem. Today I will masturbate Laura from the center fold, never mind I will masturbate to Mia ling over here. It was good, but eventually I stared to brainstorm more risky plans maybe go for more magazines, stuff like that that.

But it all change one time my mom invited the neighbor from 4 house up to talk and sold her some Herbalife shit.