| Let's Write a Story!
Yeah. I'll start it off, and the person who posts next gets to continue it.
You can write as much as you want, but please, a minimum of one paragraph. ("A paragraph usually consists of 5-6 sentences.")
Take the story anywhere you'd like, but give the person posting after you something to work off of, kay?
It doesn't matter if you suck at story-writing or are god-like, either way this can help improve everyone's skills.
Keep it all in good humor. : )
Remember, no double posting.
This should be interesting. I'll go first:
Pronsville was a small, quaint town. The type of town where everybody knew everybody. Everyone would attend all the same events and everybody was friends with everybody. The most important thing was, everybody knew everyone's secrets. Which is why it was so hard for the Gutter family to fit in.
It wasn't as if the family were aliens or something, they just were forced to move their as Mr. Gutter(a single father), commonly known as Lee, was offered a job as head of the Pronsville Police Department. His kids were upset about the move, and it showed through their outright determination not to help unpack.
His youngest son, Solomon, sat on the old, wooden rocking chair on the porch in his big, furry-hooded jacket. He sipped lemonade and occasionally wiped his emo bangs from his eyes to see what was going on. He could tell this place was dead just by looking down the street. There were so many houses, but not many movements. He glanced over at his older sister Sideney, who was swinging on the swing with chains connected to the large tree branch of the enormous tree in the yard. She was reading a book of poetry, and seemed pretty into it.
"Excuse me," Said a manly mover's voice to Sideney. "Is this Easy-Bake Oven yours or your sister's?" He nudged his head over to the figure sitting in a chair on the porch. | 
