Let's Write a Story!

[Mel?]

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.

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Solomon clearly irritated awoke from his dazed state and snarled at the mover "I'm not a girl!." He whipped his lemonade to the ground and began to pout; as he did this he pulled out a small notepad and began to write about how no one understood him and how he was alone in the world. Sideney also hated in out in Pronsville; everyone just loved to gossip and she was always the one being talked about. She had a bad reputation as the towns whore though she had yet to lose her virginity; and her family was always centered out being as they were the only Jewish family on the block.

However there was something going on in that house apart from the clear family issues; for something more dark and sinister lurked in the shadows of the boiler room...

[Mel?]

......a ghost named Bonnie. He looked the same as he did the day he died. Hippie clothes, and a bling necklace with a diamond studded peace sign as the ornament. He was younger, and looked to be in his 20's. The reason why he was still haunting the house? Nobody knew for sure. But the kids who told the story couldn't take him so seriously because his name was Bonnie.

Bonnie planned what he was going to do that night; he would make it clear that the family couldn't live in his house.

"So I take it it's hers?" The mover guy said casually. Sideney smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Sol's into that sort of thing. Baking cakes, Planet Unicorn. The norm." The mover guy laughed and then smiled at Sideney. She looked a lot older than she actually was. And she looked very smart.

"Well, thanks...Sideney, isn't it? I'm Nhomas, but you can call me Nommy." He said with another smile. The guy was full of smiles. It wasn't creepy. At all. "Well, I'd better get inside and put this next to your sister's barbie bungalow...." With that, Nhomas shuffled away to continue his grunt work. Moving people in was a lot easier than the construction work he used to do.

"For the last time, I'm NOT A GIRL!" Solomon said, picking up the pitcher of lemonade and throwing it on the grass in front of him. He felt tears in his eyes, but quickly dabbed them away so that his eyeliner wouldn't run. "Should have worn waterproof..." He muttered.

Just then, Solomon's father came and saw the pitcher shattered on the grass out front. Before he could express his rage to his son, his cell phone rang.

"Yes?" He said inquisitively. He hung up the phone quickly before pulling his pants over his gut. "Solomon, I just got a call from the station. Go put that chair you're sitting in in the boiler room. NOW. Your grandmother's antique rocking chair is going to go there." With that, he rushed off. The police station was only around the corner.


Swallowing his teen angst, Solomon started to drag the chair to the boiler room, and down the stairs. When he switched on the light, he saw something truely odd....

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...the room was fully furnished; brick-a-brack was cluttering the many shelving systems around the basement; The room seemed too serene with clowns and baby dolls littering the floorboards. "Everything seems too happy!" He screamed he tried to run up the stairs but not before tripping on a small yellow rubber duck. Wham! his face smacked into the staircase a faint laughing seemed to echo all around him, as he layed there unconscious as the blood from his injury pooled.

5 hours passed and mr. Gutter returned home. The house was quiet; Sideney still sat reading. "Where is your brother?" he asked her. "Um.... I'm not sure..?" she replied.
Mr. Solomon searched the house trying to find him...

[Mel?]

"SOLOMON! SOLOMON! WHERE ARE YOU!?" Mr. Gutter screeched as he searched the house. He finally noticed the door to the boiler room was ajar. Coming down the stairs, he saw a horrific scene. His son, Solomon lay in a pool of blood at the bottom the stairs. He picked up Solomon in his arms and checked his pulse. It was still there, he was merely unconscious. Mr. Gutter then squinted to look more closely at the wound on Solomon's head. It was a nice cut, but it couldn't have produced that much blood. He looked slowly down to the pool of blood, and saw ants sticking to the sides of it. It wasn't blood, it was KETCHUP! Solomon was known to be a prankster.

"DAMNIT, BOY!" Mr. Gutter yelled, angrily. "YOU'RE GROUNDED!" With that, Solomon immediately opened his eyes in Lee's arms.

"Oh, come on, pops. I'm supposed to go to the Fall Out Boy concert next Friday! This is so unfair!" Solomon pleaded. Obviously, Mr. Gutter was having none of that, and showed it by rushing up the stairs and slamming the door behind him, leaving Solomon in the dark. Solomon sighed and moved the hair from his eyes before slowly heading up the stairs. He immediately froze when he felt something hard probe his bum; he squawked and ran up the stairs and rushed out of the boiler room in a start. He ran outside the house covering his butt with both hands, looking for his big sister. "SIDE! SIDE!" He finally found her outside, making out with some japanese guy that pumped gas at the local gas station.

Breaking from her frenching with the gas pumper, she glared at her little brother. "What? You always ruin my moments."

"THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE BOILER ROOM!" He said in an exasperated voice to her. Sideney laughed loudly and rudely at him.

"Yeah, there's a boiler in there." She paused. "That all? I gotta get my mack on."

By now, Solomon was in tears. "I HATE MY LIFE! NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME!" He then dashed off to the local library, and got onto the computer, accessing his myspace, where he posted multiple bulletins, with the same title; "I WAS ALMOST RAPED". When somebody replied "Lol" to one of them, he burst into tears right then and there. Just then, somebody reached for his shoulder and said to him...

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..."Hey little boy" as he brandished his penis out in front of him. The library was a known place for diddlers to hang out and this guy was the worst one yet. Sol let out a whimper as he clenched his ass cheeks tightly together and booked it for the door. He didn't stop running until he got at least two blocks away and then dropped to his knee's panting. "Ugg... I'm really out of shape, I should really start working out..." He headed for the gym and a sign out front read 'Free 1 week trial' "Hmmm..." he thought as he rubbed his chin "Maybe if I get buffed up girls will notice me!" he strutted towards the door full of confidence when he saw a familiar face eloping with another man. "Dad!!" he screamed out in disbelief.

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Solomons father head whipped towards the direction of the high pitch scream. Lee glanced back at the man before pushing him away. ' Son! I can explain! Its not what it looks like.' Solomon had already turned and began leaving towards the convienience store across the street when his father grabbed his arm with the same force he used to abuse him in the past.

Solomon pushed the hair out of his face and tilted his head to the ground then said ' You cheated on mom, and i know this isnt the first time! No one ever listens to me, i told her about you! she didnt listen, and you wouldnt even believe me if i told you about what happend to me in that house. I hate it in there. I hate you, i hate mom, i hate Sid and i hate myself.'
With that Solomon broke from his overpowering fathers grip and ran out into the traffic heading towards the
Bonnie Sr. and Son Convienience store.

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He looked around the store; it was dusky and smelt musty. Sol dipped him hand in his pocket looking for some spare change; chocolate is what he needed now; a sweet endorphin boost would make him forget about what he just witnessed. He grabbed a kit cat and set it apon the counter, seeing as there was not a cashier there he rung the bell. Suddenly he heard the shattering of glass and a scream bellowed across the store.
"Arg look what you made me do!" old man Bonnie snarled with a Scottish accent.
"Sorry..." said Sol, hey whats back there anyways?

[Mel?]

Coming out, Old Man Bonnie was cradling a broking picture frame in his arms. "Bloody Hell!" He said, slamming the picture frame down on the counter before scanning the kit kat bar. Except, it didn't scan. While Bonnie Sr. was fiddling with the scanner, Solomon picked up the picture frame. It showed a picture of an old man and a hippie-looking boy with a big, beehive afro.

"Is that Bonnie Jr.?" Solomon said absentmindedly. He looked back up to Bonnie Sr. to see that he had big tears in his eyes.

"Aye, that be my boy, Bunneh." He whispered through his thick beard. "He's dead, ye' know..."

Instead of feeling sympathetic, Solomon merely snorted in laughter. "Bunneh? You mean Bonnie, right? Why would you call him....heh" The boy trailed off, to see that Bonnie Sr. wasn't joking. Instead, he slammed down a dollar bill and ran out frantically, but Bonnie Sr. yelled after him. "HE DIED IN YOUR HOUUUUUUUSE!". It seemed to echo in Solomon's mind as he stopped on the corner of the street, but then he realized that the town had really good acoustics.


Getting back to the house, he saw an incredible scene. It was the most beautiful girl he had seen. He just stood and stared as she walked towards him and stopped.

"Hi," She said. "My name's Denise Mona. But people just call me D. Mona. I'm your next-door neighbor. Well, I'm going inside now, bye." But Solomon didn't hear any of it. He just stared in amazement. Then he ran inside because he had to pee, badly. He closed his eyes as he released, and after releasing himself, he looked in the mirror and messed his hair up, putting a finger in his mouth and posing. He then sighed and washed his face, closing his eyes. He remebered the day, and what Old Man Bonnie Sr. had said. "HE DIED IN YOUR HOUUUUSE!". It was almost as if he was there, he remembered it so well. He sighed again and opened his eyes, and almost pissed himself. Because Bonnie Sr. was standing right next to him.


"Wh-what are you doing here...?" Solomon asked, putting a hand over his mouth.

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"Aye... yer dad called me, you seem to have a problem with your plumbing..." He said as he stuck a plunger in the toilet. "Didn't you notice all the water and fecal matter on the floor??" he said in amazement. "Nah; I guess I was a little preoccupied" sol said as he twirled his girlish locks around his finger. "Bah bloody queer boy.." Bonnie said with a disgusted look upon his face, "I don't have to take that from you" Sol screamed as he stomped off slamming the door behind him.