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ME... TIE ... DOUGHTY ... WALKER

Posted by James Seward in STORY-002 on
​There was always these tales about a haunted house ,and a dead man who would come down from the chimney (but) piece by piece...

On a rainy night a man and his dog arrived to a small village.They were looking for shelter,he didnt have money with him ,he couldn't rent a room from any of the people there."There's a cottage not far uphill but i must warn you its been said that a ghost haunts it" said a noble old man. The man didn't care he started walking away from the old man and couldn't hear what the old man kept saying.

When he reached the cottage he thought " what could possibly haunt this place"?he walked in dried off looked around ,there was wood at the corner of the room ,he started to make a fire in the fireplace, went to the kitchen ate and fed his dog.

He laid by the fireplace took out a book and started to read...it was midnight the fire went out ,as the man got up for more wood he could hear a voice from the chimney and it said: me tie doughty walker...and the mans'dog answered!:"linchy kinchy ,colly molly, dingo dingo" and two legs dropped from the chimney,The man was shocked he just stood there in fear (frozen).

The ghost said:"Me Tie Doughty Walker" ,his dog answered:"Linchy Kinchy ,Colly Molly, Dingo Dingo" the upper part of mans' body dropped,two arms dropped connecting itself together forming a human body.The man was digusted by the smell,he wanted to run but he couldn't help but stare and wonder what would happened next.

There it was a headless rotten corpse standing in the same room as the man and his dog.One last time the ghost said (but louder)"ME.. TIE ..DOUGHTY WALKER"and the man ran to his dog and try to hold his snout,so the dog wouldn't answer back, the man was too afraid to know what happened next...but the dog managed to say "LINCHY KINCHY ,COLLY MOLLY, DINGO DINGO" a head dropped but it didnt connect to the body ,it fell on the floor.

The man was releived , he grabbed a broom heading towards the head that was facing the other direction he poked it with the broom stick and nothing "oof" the man thought as he approached it without the broom he got down on the floor ready to touch it...the head... slowly... turns around and ....AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Ideas

Posted by Karen Brown in STORY-002 on
Writing a story is quite hard.  You can have tons of ideas in your head, but it seems like they never reach the paper.  You can see the pictures one by one, but you just can't draw them right.  But sometimes it's alright because better ideas come along, to replace those old ideas that didn't make it to the paper.  Sure you don't have a lot of stuff to show your friends, but luckily for you at least your room won't be cluttered with old work.  :)
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Target Shoppin'

Posted by Andre Serrano in STORY-002 on
You meet some interesting people in line at Target. I was shopping with my cousins at target and we were having a particularly fun time playing with a wonder ball, and so we decided to buy it. The cashier looked at it, which an excited expression, and he said to us in such a tradition stoner voice: "Duuuuuude, could you imagine playing with this on acid man? That would be aweeeesommeee. But of course, that's the old me. I don't do that anymore." Not sure what to say, there was an awkward moment of silence and he checked his watch and continued: "Damnit, when is my break?! I need some fresh air and some nicotine. I need a cigarette." 


Target has some interesting employees. 
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Chocoholic

Posted by Taylor Valentine in STORY-002 on
​On Easter, as I walked downstairs in my pajamas, my mom informed me that I was too old to hunt for Easter eggs. I snorted. "Obviously."

"But, I figured we needed chocolate anyway."

She reached into the cabinet behind her and pulled out two bags of Dove eggs. Although she tried to hide it, I noticed that she didn't need to open the bag before she poured it out.  She had been sneaking them in since yesterday! 
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