Writing The Story We Wrote Together (yes you can write it)

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I would assume that this is allowed here.

The purpose of this thread is to write together an eventful, crazy story.

Rules:
- Every post must contain one paragraph that should be about 150-300 words.
- There should be at least two paragraphs between your posts ("YPPY").
- There is a main character (heroine) and you must write from her perspective.
- Let's keep it interesting: It's a good idea to introduce a plot twist in every paragraph!
- Basically anything that's not against the rules is allowed.

Beginning:
When I came home and went to the kitchen, my little brother was on the phone. He was chatting loudly with, what I would assume, is one of his friends. I walked past him ignoring his existence, and grabbed some ice tea from the fridge. When I was about to walk out of the room, he blocked my way.
"Wait."
"What is it?"
"You stink."
"Pardon?!"
"Where did you get the money for that parfume?"
"From my savings of course."
"Don't lie. You stole from mom. I saw you yesterday night sneaking to her jacket."
"In your dreams, now let me go."
I swept him out of the way, and walked upstairs into my room. So what if I had taken a little bit money? I totally needed that CHANULL 8. What is he thinking, that little brat?
That's 150 words, for your reference. Now, go crazy.
 
300 words on the nose

A little bit? I don't know who I was trying to kid - I had taken three hundred dollars from her purse after I had found nothing in her jacket. Stupid woman deserved it with how she made my brother and I go into therapy. We're twenty-four--er, twenty-five--years old! Who does she think she is?

But what if he snitched on me? He might not love me anymore and I wasn't willing to take that risk. I flung myself downstairs and into the room where he was sitting. "Okay, you're right! I took it! I took it all!" I screamed, tears threatening to stream down my face.

He looked at me for a moment and said, "I've got to go. I have to take care of my sister." He hung up the phone and walked over to me, taking me into his muscular arms. "There, there, Helga," he said, resting my head on his manly chest. "I'm sorry I said you stink. The fact is, I think you smell divine." As if to prove his point, he removed me from his pecs, leaned down, and smelled my neck.

I almost melted. "Oh, Eugene," I moaned.

Eugene smiled another of his devilish smiles, the kind of smile that said he knew what we were doing was wrong, but he didn't care. "Happy birthday to us, dear sister," he said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. I wanted more and, damn him, he knew it. "Ah ah ah, you know what Dr. Nora said," he scolded when I went to take his mouth.

"Come on, Eugene, don't tease me," I cried out.

Eugene looked down at me and said, "Would you like to know a secret?"

I nodded. He pulled me close to him, breathed softly into my ear, and said...
 
"I am the walrus".

I laughed, justifiably perplexed by this "secret". "Haha! Oh Eugene, a Beatles reference? What do you mean by that?"

"WAHAHHHAGROAHA" was the response.

Surprised, I stood back and looked at my brother in full detail. There was no denying it. My brother was a walrus, and a fine one too! I was retching from memories of my love life with Eugene, how he stroked me softly with his firm tusks. Ah, the tusks. That may have been a sign.

The looming scent of rotten fish may have also given it away, but I had always assumed it was coming from my grandma, Henrietta, may she rest in peace. Don't know why we kept the body to be honest. To drive away the strange smell of walrus, I suppose.

"GAWOAHHHHAA"

"I know Eugene. I know." A tear rolled down my cheek, before reaching my neck and

"AAH!"

I tensed instinctively, a sharp pain shooting up my neck. I clasped my hand over my throat, and quickly realised that I was bloodied, sanguine flowing out of my neck.

"Ah Eugene, you smelled my neck, remember? Your tusks... your tusks must.... have..."

I collapsed, as did the world around me.
 
When I woke up, it was already the next morning. Quite the bizzare dream I had there. I heard someone knocking on my door. Then it opened.
"Did you enjoy your dream? I put some Dream Pills into your ice tea since you had complained that you couldn't sleep well. Wahahaha!"
My brother laughed as he brushed his bald head.
"Ahahaha! Imagine Eugene, in my dream we were in love with each other!"
My brother backed up a bit.
"D-do you mean you don't love me? Is it because I am different?"
"No Eugene, that's not it, but..."
I stood up and walked to him. I gently stroke his head, then moved my hands to his tusks.
"Ahaha, Helga, that tickles!"
That's not it, Eugene.
Despite Him Being A Shiny Walrein, I Want To Love My Little Brother.
 
My, this has escalated quickly! XD

300 words, by the way.

And then I woke up again. This was beginning to get peculiar. Theft? My brother, a walrus? A love life with my walrus brother? Why are thoughts of tusks digging into my neck in a lip-locked manner springing to mind? Peculiar indeed. But then again, there was another problem. I had just woken up from sleep twice. My pale gray room was cluttered with shelves and the books they housed, some cluttering the floor. This was like that book I had read a while ago... No, wait, it was a movie that I saw. With multiple levels to dreams... What was it, again?

It was then when my heart skipped a beat. Leonardo DiCaprio was in that movie. I love Leonardo DiCaprio. In that western movie he accidentally cut his hand and slathered the blood on the actress before him, in character. I felt my spine quake as I felt the sensation. I wanted to be on the other end of that. He had only been the sole recipient of seventy fan-letters within a week begging him to do so, so that was a still possibility, right? I even sent him a picture of the poster I photoshopped of myself in Titanic. It's duct-taped to my ceiling.

My name is Helga Pinny. My middle initial is "S", so people sometimes combined the last name and that initial as a nickname: Spinny. I truly dislike that name with the utmost contempt. My brother uses it all the time to make fun of me. Maybe I can call him the walrus next time I see him.

"WHHAAAGGUUUGUSHHAH"

Oh dear. There goes my brother. Probably his chronic diarrhea again. He's a whale, you see. These things happen a lot. Rolling my legs off the bed, I stand in my carpeted room and...

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187 words:

took of my pyjamas. At that moment my sister walked into my bedroom. I screamed a little and yelled why she didn't knock on the door. My sister calmly walked towards me and moved my messy hair behind my ears. She moved in closely and whispered "I'm your sister. You don't need to be shy around me". I knew she was right. I was never shy around my sister before; she's the one who taught me everything I know."I'm sorry Tinny (her name was Tina; with our last name being Pinny, I decided to call my sister Tinny after she came up with that horrible nickname "Spinny" for me). It must have been because of my crazy dreams that I feel a bit strange" I replied. "You can tell me all about it during breakfast" Tinny said, while she turned around and left my room. I could hear her say I had to check up on our brother before she went downstairs to the kitchen.

Strange as they were, my dreams left me quite excited. I put on some clothes and went into my brother's room and..


I'm not a writer myself, so I'm just copying PMJ's style, 'cause I though it was hilarious. :p

Edit: Which animal should the sister be? XD
 
"EUGENE! WHAT ON EARTH?!"
He was sitting on his bed, no longer a whale. A snake sat on his pillow instead.
"Oh, hey ssisss. I can tie myssself in knotsss now." He said, imitating a pretzel.
"As cool as that is, why are you a snake?"
"I don't really know, acsstually. My form iss... Imbalanced at the moment, it ssseemss."
"The aliens again?" Those had been a problem recently. They'd come at night, steal cows, the usual stuff. When Eugene had accently gotten hit by their beam... Well, you can see what happened.
"Anyway..." Eugene said, getting off his bed. "I'm getting hungry."
"What do snakes eat?" I asked.
"No idea. But your fingers look delicious!"
"My hands aren't on the menu!" Quickly, I pushed my hands deep into my pockets. "You'll probably change back soon enough. See if you can't manage your way down the stairs." Headed downstairs, I was met with a shock.
You know, because I can.
Should be 155 words.


Drohn said:
Edit: Which animal should the sister be? XD
LOLNOPE
 
There was a huge hole in the middle of the kitchen, smoke coming from it. I carefully moved to the crater. In the middle of the flames, there was a little girl lying there.
Now that I think about it, there was this ridiculously loud "BAM" sound a while ago, but I thought it was just from my father's usual experiments. You know, he is a mad scientist, and he has his laboratory in the basement. He studies plants and zombie apocalypse prevention.
While my thoughts had drifted away, I noticed that the kitchen started catching fire.
"Oh, our house is burning."
I looked at the little girl in the crater. Quite miraculously, she was still unharmed. I picked her light body and ran out of the house. My family was already there.
Crying, we watched our house burn. No, wait. My mother was laughing. A sad looking Eugene walked to her and started licking her feet. He was a pomeranian.
 
How many times will the aliens transform my poor brother?! What bothered me the most was not that he was a dog, but that he showed affection to our cruel mother. If only my brother was still a walrus, perhaps he could have stopped the fire with his Water Spout. I don't know what came over me, but I could no longer hold myself back. Our mother's laughing while all our precious memories were burning away was killing me. I wanted to hurt her like she was always hurting us. Feeling I was still holding something in my hand I threw the surprisingly light girl at my mother - not realising it until after she ran away crying and screaming she would come back for revenge (what could that little girl do?). My mother wasn't bothered at all and just started to laugh louder.
I fell on my knees and started crying. My little brother and big sister quickly joined me. I'm so glad I have them - I don't know what I would ever do if I couldn't count on their support. My father completely ignored us and mumbled something about his laboratorium being ruined - that's all he ever cared about.

203 words
 
300 words on the nose! said:
With my father staring at the house, muttering about his laboratory, I could not help but to think that he, somehow, had something to do with the flames' beginnings. But there was the smoking crater and the woman at its epicenter, and the return of the aliens that changed my brother into various animals and gave him chronic diarrhea. It was all connected, somehow.

"You threw me!? The heck was that for!?" a shrill voice came from my left. Brine still burning their way down my cheeks, I turned to face its source.

It was the girl from before. She wore a stark white tank-top (though ash had sullied the color) and long, blue stretchy-pants. She looked to have been no more than sixteen at the time, two years younger than my age, but I could have been mistaken. Her hair was a deep purple, and it coated her shoulders like a cape, while out from under the umbrella of hair, two amber eyes pierced my stomach and made it boil.

"I was mad so I did."

"What!?"

"I was mad at my Mom, okay?"

"So you threw a person at her!?"

"Yeah. Seemed logical at the time."

"Can you manipulate the definition of logic, or something?"

"Yes, she can. The aliens changed me into a whale, destroyed my room with my weight and diarrhea and what she gets is a flipping ability to change the denotation of words. I don't see how that's at all fair."

"Eugene, you can be a bear. I don't think you can complai-" I say, turning to face him, seeing he was no longer a dog and now an armadillo. Ew. You can contract leprosy from those, "Oh my gosh you're an armadillo!"

"I know, and because of the aliens, I got..."
 
289 words yayayay \o/ said:
spikes!" I examined my brother once again and noted that he was in fact now a cactus. So he doesn't just turn into animals, I noted. Having the whole night swirling around my head made it feel like my brain was trying to sneeze, and my eyes closed up completely. In my unconscious state I tried to remember what it was like before the night happened. Well, not that much different, actually. My brother, Eugene, had been getting much bulkier. I thought it was his new diet of chips and steak, but I guess he was a walrus. My mother still laughed a lot. How did I not notice that, actually? She always was a bit of a psycho. My Dad was so close to finding a cure for his pet zombie, too...

I awoke the next morning and found myself lying in my bed in my house. "Ok," I thought aloud, "pretty sure I should be burning right about now..." But sure enough, there I was. I had my usual mug of tea on my bedside table and my radio had turned on by itself - Skrillex's greatest hits. I may not look it, but I am a huge fan of dubstep. It was a shame when Skrillex took that idea from Michael Jackson. It turns out that not everyone's skin is fit for bleach... I looked around my room and found all of my stuffed toys - for my walrus, whale, snake, pomeranian and finally my little cactus that sat there next to the animals. "Oh," I decided, "it was just a dream. About my toys. That's nice."

That was then I actually woke up. "Oh," I sobbed, "so that was another dream - wait. Is this..."
 
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