Overcreative writing goes over the edge

The start (someone help find a name)!

2008-10-03T18:48:00.002+08:00

Hi. I'm new, my name is most definately NOT Boo Radley. I am _____________.
This is my story and I am just an ordinary girl, meeting nothing extraordinary ever.
That will change in due time.
In my class, there are 19 boys, but none as strange as Jeremy, The most sexist guy in our class. He never talks to anyone, and never even TOUCHES anyone. He is just emo most of the time and is weird.

Never could I have guessed...

THE END OF... THE END!

2008-10-03T18:41:00.002+08:00

I destoyed the bicycle before it could do any harm. I went on a rampage and destroyed any bike given to me. I was locked away in a small house in Maycomb. My name is Boo Radley. This is why I am locked in here...

That was the end of my story, to read more about my life later on, read TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD. For now, ther are two things I must say:

THE. END.

Chapter 22/1--The end of Idiocity, the start of Maniacalness

2008-09-25T21:06:00.004+08:00

SO then I hugged Nutcase.
And then she took me home.
And then my mom yelled at me for coming home late.
Then Nutcase shot her with her transmogrified arm.
But I didn't care, and I made tea for Nutcase and Me.
And then she went home and we kept in contact viz a weird contraption called MSN.
That was the end of the bike.
...
Speaking of which, where IS the bike anyway?
eaten by nutcase?
I have no clue.
Whereever it was, it certainly didn't want to be forgotten...
When Meagan Oh came to my house...
My total TOOT of a long lost cousin.
She was a slob, who was like, 31? And she lived off the land. No she didn't farm. She lived off grass, mudcakes and my mother's hard earned cash.
So she decided to give me something for my....Mid year results.
I guessed I deserved the slap.
But since I did better than she ever did, all her life time studying results added up was less than mine, she gave me....
a bike.
A bloody bike.
It. Was. PINK.
It. Was. SMALL.
It. Was. COVERED WITH BLOODY BARBIE STICKERS!
IT MADE ME DROOL. She KNEW i couldn't resist Barbequed food.
Aha, when I said barbie i meant the BBQ thing not the stupid Mello imposter.
Oh the AGONY. i couldn't ride the bike, and i WANTED TO.
And it gleeed at my AGONY.
It was Grandpa Baldie all over again....
So one night, I....

TBC
A/N Frm now on name the chapters 23/2, 24/3, or wadeva u want.

If you want this ending, leave it ( i like 21 Chapters)

2008-09-24T21:40:00.002+08:00

"Well... I just wanted a friend" She finished lamely.

"Oh." I mumbled, kinda dizzy from this crazy event.

"Gee, You're real nice..."

"Most people are... when you finally see them..."

N/A: HAHAHA ok, so, delete it if you must... haha

Twenty

2008-09-24T21:08:00.002+08:00

She tossed me onto the ground and the gun flew out of my hand.

"Please..." I begged, inching away from her. "I'm... I'm a mockingbird. I contributed to society (at least I think I did) I never harmed anyone (with the exception of my brother). PLEASE!"

The smile on her lips never faded. She slowly walked forward, gaining on me by the second.

Then, I felt TRUE COURAGE pulsing through my veins, for some weird reason.

"What is with you, WOMAN? What do you want from me?"

She stared a me and threw her head back in laughter.

"Why are you laughing at me"

"Well...

N/A: "Why are you laughing at me" was said by Bella in Breaking Dawn pg 420. (: I'm crazy.

Chapter sembilan belas-- Le Eek

2008-09-24T19:58:00.002+08:00

Recap: I was stuck in a PINK corridor. Surrounded by gay teddies. Showdown with Nutcase, a weirdly attractive woman who had already shown her abilities when it came to the fine art of fighting.
So i gulped. You know it's not good if you gulp, and you know you're neck deep in shit if there wasn't any saliva to swallow in the first place.
Throwing the empty useless can on the floor, I spat after it. If you're not gonna win, you might as well just act tough, and put it down to arrogance, than incompetence.
"Courage isn't a man with a knife in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you start, but you start anyway and see it through."
At least, I think that's what Atticus said.
So i leapt at on of the gay teddies, grabbed the dart gun, kicked the silly lump over and ripped out the fluff with the notched end of the gun. Having a friend in NCC helped...I learnt how to hold a rifle looking quite pro, even if you were lying in prone position in mud.
Holding the rifle, I noticed everyone had gone silent. THe teddies dropped their guns.
"Did I win already?" was my first thought
Until they started charging me like a bunch of bears..
oh wait, they ARE bears. Stupid me.
I dropped the gun. Instinct kicked in and i managed to take them all out (for candle light dinner. haha pun intended).
Dropping lightly to the floor, I tossed my hair.
Concealing the urge to pee in my pants, I made a comtemptous sound and said in those cool spy voice: Was that the best you could do?
Picking up the gun, I aimed at Nutcase's head. "Headzup!" I yelled.
She....
TBC
A/N oh wow. I have forgotten all my rifle training. SHOOT. No pun intended.

ONE-EIGHT: Eighteen

2008-09-24T16:35:00.002+08:00

Oops. Nothing happened. For a second, the evil teddies stared at me like I was the nutcase round here. Shucks. Crap.

"Work you stupid bottle!" I screamed. Then, A wave of coke came pouring out and the impact sent me crashing into the wall. It missed every. Single. Freaking. Teddy.

Aw, man. That stinks.

The purple teddy bear began mumbling some strange language which would be cute if it wasn't gonna cost me my life. I screamed so loudly, my lungs became sore, so I couldn't speak.

Then, Little Miss Nutcase came walking in, commanding in her i'm-so-perfect voice and articulation:" Stop. I want to finish her off"

Oh, great. Now I was in trouble. She inched towards me with a sly look on her face.

I'd never given much thought to how I would die... But now... Oh, no...

N/A notice that in my posts now, I keep adding quotes from Twilight. Last post's "as if you could outfight me" was pretty much from Edward, and this post's "I'd never given much thought to how I would die" is said by Bella. (: I am MAD, I know...

lapan belas

2008-09-22T20:31:00.002+08:00

robotic teddies.
the gay shade of blue.
and their leader, a slightly larger bear in PURPLE!!!.

they were gay bears.
my reaction: WTF??? now humans are corrupting robotic bears.
lol.

they raced toward me and threw their darts.
or rather, the guns propelled the darts.

I retreated. then I came across an m&m can, coke and mint mentos.
I flung the M&Ms
stuffed the mentos in the now empty can and filled the remaining half with coke.

shake well, aim and flick the cap open.
before it fired...
I was already having serious doubts about my weapon...

PS:I want to make a mentos gun using that method lol.

and AY, unblock me from msn!!!

Chapter tujuh belas: I hate writing fighting scenes...

2008-09-18T22:01:00.002+08:00

You know how, they say, before you die, your life flashes before your eyes?
Well, the only thing that flashed before my eyes was the crazy woman, and the sudden reminder that my mom told me to buy milk home.
Uhh, not sure how they're related, but...yeah.
Anyway, it isn't as sick as you think. The woman (since it gets so tiring to call her 'that woman', I shall call her...Nutcase. Yeah.)tore off her already very revealing outfit to reveal...well, an EVEN more revealing outfit that left little to imagination.
My thought before I lashed out a powerful blow to the side was that my sick classmate Samuel would have done something unlawful by then.
Okay, random much.
Nutcase dodged fairly fast enough. So I pulled down ward and got her down on her knees. Remember how I said that the gravity of this Europla....whata? place was like WAAy stronger than Earth? Well, for once I was kinda glad. All that PT in Softball sure paid off. My muscles were re-energized at the thought of a fight, and adrenaline and training drove me to my limit.
Nutcase pulled herself up. She didn't seem at all affected by the gravity. She lashed out real fast, but I whisked to the side. Unfortunately, beside me was the bedpost. Ow....
As General Cross' second Innocence, Maria, sang in my ear, (sry! DGM reference. She's this undead woman thing that sings opera. You get the point) Nutcase had grabbed a chair from beside the bed. It reminded me of those wrestling matches. I pushed myself off the blasted bedpost just as what remained of a chair leg narrowly missed my ear.
"Woah, she's a powerful adversary. I think it's scarper time..." I muttered. Running to the pink door (ARGH! PINK!!!) I pulled the brass knob and kicked it shut behind me. I grabbed a chair beside the door and stuck it under the knob. As the door shook violently and screamed curses, I looked around.
Pink wallpaper? With flowers?! STUFFED TEDDIES WITH BLUE SPARKLES ON THEIR FACES HOLDING dART GUNS STANDING BESIDE THE DOORS, NOT NOTICING ME YET?!
"OMIGOSH!" I whispered. "I"M IN THE WORLD OF UTTER MADNESS!!! ARGH!"

A/N: Uh, the guy i mentioned, Samuel, has nothing to do with my cousin. Note that I didn't say he has nothing to do with that jerk in rosyth.

Chapter 16

2008-09-16T19:41:00.003+08:00

With a gasp, I freed myself.

I tried to get up, but my energy was drained, so I lay frozen on the ground, staring into the cloud covered celing.

Then, I heard that familiar laughter as the lady I had seen before came towards me. I felt a surge of energy ulse through me and all of a sudden, I was on my two feet, steadying myself.

"You... Why did you bring me here???"

The lady laughed but did not say anything. My sight was starting to be dyed with red, and my heart was pumping furiously.

The hint of crimson in my eyes did not fade as I took a step forward,trying very hard to remember all my martial arts skills.

"Swerve to the left and kick with the right foot..." I mumbled such that the lady could not hear.

The lady said softly,"As if you could outfight me"

Suddenly, I was firey with rage. My sight closed in on her and from inside of me I felt an urge to kill her. I took a step forward...

15

2008-09-15T21:32:00.006+08:00

hmm. It. interesting or rathir, a picture. hanging. and then it was then when the string snapped.

I was covered in paint and was being smothered by an uber huge painting. GREAAT!!!! just greaat.

The 14th (noah)

2008-09-14T15:31:00.009+08:00

When I woke up, I really thought I was in heaven.

White, fluffy clouds carpeted the whole of the room i was in, although it did made the room a little damp. Above me was another layer of clouds. Omg even the circular walls of the huge chamber was wallpapered with what i think was clouds, 'cos they were white and looked very fluffy.

I was sitting on this pretty wooden four-poster bed, except instead of a flat rectangular roof above with curtains covering the whole bed, the curtains just hung straight from a hook on the cloud-ceiling.

The bedside table had a white marble jug of water and a cup on it. The coffee table a couple meters away from it was full of plates stuffed with cookies and cakes and pastries, which just about completed the heaven-image look.

Of couse, i knew this ain't heaven. Ya know how i know?

Cos in front of me, hanging on both sides of the ornate looking French doors, were....

A/N: The title sounds weird, i know, but unless you read/watch D.Gray Man u prob wouldn't get it...but watever i gave up looking for ideas and decided to let the next author have the honour of writing the rest out :D

Unlucky 13

2008-09-14T15:15:00.002+08:00

I WAS unfortunate. Trapped in the middle of nowhere. Trudging along a long trail desperately, frantically begging for water. The face of the queer lady never changed, her mouth didn't twitch, her nose didn't move, SHE DIDN'T EVEN BLINK FOR GOODNESS SAKE. She slid on with grace.

I could imagine how I looked behind her, compared to her beauty and gracefulness. My mind was in a daze. All the colours around me were starting to blur, but I fought to keep my focus on the road before me.

I had kept my breath steady, but suddenly I knew I was gasping for air. My lungs didn't seem to want to take in any air, though I was pleading it to open up and fill me with energy. I fought to keep my eyes open as I was overcome by darkness.

I felt me body get pushed to the ground by some invisible force. I hadn't the energy to get up. I lay on the ground, trying to speak, but failing. I tried to listen to the sounds around me, and I heard a quiet laughing in the distance.

The laughing got more and more distant, and I tried to keep my focus on my actions as I attempted in anothe futile try to get up. Slowly, everything faded away, my body felt more and more numb.

"Crap, I'm gonna die" I thought as I slipped into unconsciousness...

Note: I never used the word "Crap" in my life, but Bella saidit in New Moon when she thought she died, so I used it (: haha.

#12

2008-09-14T14:21:00.004+08:00

I pinched my self. Prod. this aint no dream.
that bloody blasted b.... wait, she would only be bloody after I have killed her. she would only be blasted after I've shot her.

lool. I can still make jokes when the next source of water is 99999999999999999999999999 GIGAMETERS away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. ok, maybe closer. but that's not the point!!!!!!!!! I was far away

I started to sing untitled by simple plan... especiallly the 'how could this happen to me' part

yeah. seriously

Chapter 11: Fresh Fried Fish, Fish Fresh Fried, Fried Fish Fresh, Fresh Fish Fried, Fish Fried Fresh, Fried Fresh Fish

2008-09-13T11:53:00.005+08:00

My feet were sore and bloated red like a pufferfish.

"How far more?" I ground out, imagining myself sublimating after all HPs have disappeared.

"9, 999, 999 kilometers," droned the epitome of beauty, staring straight ahead into nothingness. "Next water station in 999 kilometers."

Geez. Thanks a lot. Way to kill the mood.

This whole new ultra-high tech world has a gravitational pull of about 10 times that of the Earth, I suppose, because after 100 steps, I'd drained as much energy as I usually do a 1000 steps.

What's more, the foot prints I make are like pits. I wonder, if I pushed that I'm-so-beautiful-I'm-radiating-sunlight lady into it, will she be able to get out?

The blasted heat of the pink sun (no kidding) and the gravity had me shrivelled up like a raisin the moment I took my first step.

Suppose I manage to make it to that whatever destination, there'd only be one molecule of me left still solid.

I'd be a sublimated gas trail all the way.

A/N: I JUST CAN"T WRITE COMEDY!! Dang.

Chapter Sepuluh (the REAL one)-- Eurokaloona?!

2008-09-12T22:17:00.003+08:00

It was the day after all weirdness had passed.
It was Monday.
i got back my Science results.
I couldn't have been HAPPIER!
I BEAT TREENS! WAHAHA! The national topscorer in the WHOLE of (insert weird city or wadeva here)
Badnews: She had cheated, then she got a 0 on her test. So technically getting a 2/50 for science isn't good...
Goodnews: BUT WHO CARES?! I BEAT TREENS!!!! WAHAHAHAHAHA!
So i was skipping happily home from school despite the fact that I could already feel the sting of "Scorpion", my mother's pet cane. I had feared Ol' Scorp since I was two. No change for 11 years.
And then, as I passed Blackwood Alley, the weird woman from yesterday appeared.
"LIKEWTF...EEK!"I screamed. It is VERY unlike me to scream, so...yeah. I was scared.
You'll be scared too, when some weird creep appears and her arm turns into a rope, ties you up (and she ****s you....haha kidding. I get it from vera....lol) and you both dissapear into a vortex of GOODNESS KNOWS WHERE.
ANd then you appear in an ultra hi-tech alternative uuniverse, where she finally speaks for the first time that day, her sculpted lips saying:
Welcome to Eurokaloona.
And of course my first reaction was:
WTF YOU FREAK WTH DID YOU BRING ME HERE YOU TOOTING TOOT OF A TOOTER!
(TBC)
A/N: I never beat Nut Nabila, top PSLE scorer in class. I MAY have beat her in EL or Lit or wadeva practise stuff, but not in science. My science rocks, it just appears to fail me in exams....weird, huh?

The chp that could've been chp 10

2008-09-10T18:28:00.002+08:00

GASP! WHAT IF SHE WANTS TO MAKE ME INTO HER SEX SLAVE!

OMFG what is she's lesbian and shes putting a curse on me to make me obey her every will and shes gonna tie me up and **** me, then shove a ***** up my ass and stick ****** ****** on my *****, then she'll keep pushing the ***** until i can't stand it anymore and scream in agony, after which she'll remove it and instead, put a ******** in my ******

A/N: Amanda is such a party pooper...but anyways i was writing halfway, so i might as well publish what i've got :D anyways the astericks are really real words that i censored out, this is sorta like a fillin the blanks thingy. so if u want the helping words juz put it in the comments thingy n i'll give 'em to ya!! HAHA :D

Chapter 9: All my Theories

2008-09-10T17:48:00.004+08:00

My family was sleeping quietly in their beds. Actually in my brother's case, he was sleeping LOUDLY in his bed. I had nothing to do but fall asleep. Right? Right?

Wrong. I couldn't sleep. And why?

The weirdo perculiar lady that I met in the weird alley who-knows-where (actually my brother knows where but he's a nobody so it doesn't coint). So many questions unasnwered, so many thoughts all scrambled up in my brain. Who was she? Better yet, WHAT was she? And why did she disappear?

Yea. It DEFINATELY wasn't my brother. He would have screamed like a sissy if he saw the lady. No, she had left before he arrived. But why?

Theory no. 1: That lady realised that I was a super smart girl and decided "What a waste if she was taken away from society" and freed me.

2: The lady was this lunatic that went around trying to kill people but then she hallucinated a police car arriving and ran off.

3: The lady was a ghost and was the previous owner of the bike. She wanted to kill me for being near her precious.

4: The lady was a monster with weird powers that could stop that bike, which I'll probably never see again.

Theory 3 and 4 are more possible, but one question hung in the air. Why am I still ALIVE?

Then, my throat burned as it hit me: What if she didn't spare me, what if the thing she wanted to do with me was complete? What if...

Note: Hope you understood the last paragraph.And no, the lady did NOT want to make "me" a sex slave!!! It has no sick intentions. Sheesh

Chapitre eight- Le Brother, da stupido

2008-09-10T16:32:00.003+08:00

Something sharp went through my throat, and up my right ear. Actually at first it felt sharp, but after that it sorta felt like phlegm. Phlegm that solidified out of your right ear.

Then the claw-that-felt-like-solidified-phelgm suddenly hardened and I gulped for breath. I couldn't get any air down my throat and the muscles there kept convulsing, like its trying to swallow the claw thingy so it could get air down, you know, like when you have phlegm and you keep involuntarily doing the swallowing motion. I was suffocating and I bet i was turning blue in the face and gonna die soon.

My first thought: I need air :'(

Second thought: Shit i'm gonna die TT

Third and supposedly final thought: I wish I could see myself blue in the face...i never seen anyone blue in the face before...i wonder what shade of blue? O.O

Yup, my final thought. Not some philosophical thing about the meaning of your life. Not about the relationships I had with my family and friends. And no scenes of the past flashing before you. Just that one superficial question which will probably won't even get answered.

As I gasped and flailed my arms on the floor, the claw disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. I swallowed the sweet air in faster than I had inhaled in my Ben & Jerry's tub of ice cream. When i finished my seizure, i crawled on the floor a bit before giving up and lay on the floor, staring up to the sky.

Except that the sky was blocked by a retardedly big head.

"AHHHHHH! WTF?!" I screamed, and coughed a bit more.

It was my darling brother's head blocking my perfect vision of the sky. Hear the sarcasm?

"WTF ARE YOU HERE?"I screamed, regardless of my burning throat.

"Eh...I found you!" the lumbering idiot said, holding up his bat and grinning at me.

"Ok...why were you finding me?" I snarled.

"Erm..." he started.

I stood up and dusted myself off. Drats, I think i'm gonna have a sore throat, its bloody pain now.

"Look, while your trying to remember, why not we go back home? Here, let me carry this heavy bat for you." I smiled at him, inwardly wincing at the ordeal my poor esophagus (i THINK its that part of my throat...) is going through.

"Uh...er...ok!" The stupid bloke was actually trying to figure out if i had any ulterior motive for offering to carry his bat for him. Ha! Like he can outwit my intelligence! He has the same IQ as Daisy the cow in our barn. No wait, thats an insult to our cow! He probably has an IQ lower than the freezing point of mercury!

Yeah so anyways, while I was swinging the bat around while walking back home with the nitwit, I pondered on the question of why the bloody bitch who tried to murder me suddenly disappered. Must be when my goondu brother came, she was was scared off by his stupidity. I mean, he is probably on a whole new level of stupid! He can redefine the meaning of "stupid" itself! Hell, I bet he is the very embodiment of stupidity! Yup, she was definitely scared off by his idiocity, no questions about that.

Thinking that I had found my answer, I didn't think any more about it, until later that night...

A/N: Er is it too long? Dunno why but felt like writing a lot today. :D

Chapter Tujuh-- Woah what a looker?

2008-09-10T15:42:00.002+08:00

It was strange.
The bike had dissapeared, I was standing in front if the most peculiar lady in some alley that goodness knows where (look, when you panic, you don't really know where you run!), and I was laughing.
I think itwas the stress, from that bloody bike, and the lady.
Now, as I mentioned, she was peculiar.
Why do I say that?
Well, it's not everyday you see a lady with perfect body shaped, glazed eyes and a forked tongue, which I saw as she stuck it out and licked her juicy red lips.
She was gorgeous, if not for the feral look in her eyes.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" I screamed, when I got over my laughing fit. Random much?
She took just two steps toward me. I can testify--it would have taken any normal human being ten steps to cover that distance.
I barely saw the blue claw that stuck in my neck and out my ear....
(TBC!)
A/N: if you're wondering why I'm typing so little today, it's because i feel I'm typing too much too often. Ciao!

Chpt 6

2008-09-09T19:40:00.004+08:00

I ran. what could I do?

through the alley, into the open.

then I saw HER.

for a moment, my heart skipped a beat, I stopped to admire her beauty, then remembered that I was being pursued by a crazed evil levitating bike and I contiuned to run.

and she saw us and stopped the bike with her supernatrual powers and they started to fight. she won of course. Really? no. she dosent have supernatural powers

but for some reason, the bike wasnt with me...
it had disappeared

I then noticed that I was looking at her with a glazed look. glazed doughnuts. yea... YUM!!!!
and I also noticed that she was glaring at me. I avoided her gaze.
**** lah. it wasnt my problem that ... then again, maybe it was.

note: I know this is ****ed up. I have no experience with girls what so ever, matt tjeong has more experience (what do you expect??? he has 5 GFs) and you can go to samsoo/frank's blog for real crazy stuff

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Chapter Lima (thats 5 you idiot)-- Good bikey...good bikey!

2008-09-08T18:17:00.002+08:00

For some reason, that memory of Gramdpa Baldie popped up as I dragged my mom away from the attic. Maybe it was an omen. I shrugged it off.
My mom ignored me and got the lightbulb anyway. When she came out, I threw myself at her feet and practically wet myself.
"IT'S A MIRACLE YOU'RE STILL ALIVE AND UNHARMED OH MY GOODNESS HOW DID YOU DO IT THE BIKE SPARED YOU YOU MUST BE A HOLY DEITY OR SOMETHING THE BIKE THE BIKE DID IT POSESS YOU IS YOUR SOUL OKAY NEED I TAKE YOU TO THE DOCTOR'S OH NO OH NO WE MUST CALL DAD I'M SURE HE'LL BE TRILLED TO HEAR YOU'RE ALIVE..."
SMACK
Rubbing my sore cheek, I watched as my mother walked down the stairs, muttering something about crazy people. I turned and saw my brother peeping his head out of the bedroom.
"Heh heh, scared of an ol' bike?"
"Shut up, jerk. You weren't even born when the bike came."
"Hello! I'm like, 3 years OLDER than you!"
"Really? From your tiny vocabulary and slightly retarded behaviour, it utterly sliipped my mind that you were supposedly of higher maturity and intellect compared toone such as I."
"....Uh...wud? That was an insult right? I heard the word retard."
"it appears that your intellect has increased in the past moments and led you to comprehend something I verbally conveyed! It's a MIRACLE!!!"
That did it. He stormed out with his baseball bat...his only companion that made him feel smart, and even then, not by a lot.
I scrambled for my life. He was hot on my heels and had blocked the staircase. Rushing to the only opening I could find that was within reachable distance without having my brain whacked out of my ears, I slammed the door.

It was only then that I realised where I was...
"Rrrrrr....."
I turned to the sound.
"Nice bikey....good bikey! You don't want to eat me! No you don't! Smart people don't taste good!"
It jumped.
I ducked.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!"
(to be cont...)

Chapter 4: I've had a Pink Christmas

2008-09-06T20:38:00.003+08:00

The Christmas following my birthday, Grandpa Baldie suddenly had this urge to chuck me atop the black faux leather seat and push me out into the sunshine.

I'm not exactly sure how that happened, but that day, his eyes were somehow dull, like a clay ball, unlike the usually glazed and full-of-glittering-stars eyes behind the equally shiny pair of pink rimmed glasses (blegh).

I was studying that day. You must be thinking ,'Oh wow, she can actually study,' and I'd imagine you're currently rolling your eyes.

True enough, behind my text book was my awesome computer, equipped with the latest Microsoft Windows Singapore Vr.13, polished and topped up with 'Me First!' for the start button.

Then from behind me, Grandpa Baldie picked me up by the collar (at the back) with inhumane strength and lugged me to the attic, the sole of my shoes shredding to bits with sparks shooting like my bedhead in the morning.

Then, lifting me up, again with inhumane strength, he dropped me on the leather seat and commanded, stinky breath from not talking for days wafting into my face like a mist, "Ride."

I blinked once.

I blinked twice.

I blinked thrice.

Huh?

"Ride." The old man repeated.

I stared at the bicyble between my legs. It barely reached the height of my knee, and the handles were as wide apart as my brother's brain (estimated at about one hundredth of a pea size).

I placed my hands on the handle, and before I could even sit, my head was in a whirl of blurry grey puff balls.

Ooh! When did they invent a new shade of candy floss?

Chapter Tiga-- the pain comes marching in

2008-09-06T12:00:00.002+08:00

I don't see what's wrong with that blasted bike.
My Grandpa Baldie bought the bike for me for my 10th birthday. Maybe it was his eyes, or maybe he forgot to take his medication for the day, but he got me a pink bike that was way too small. Even cousin Mylee couldn't get on it... much to her sadness. A pink bike to her, was like a monster truck for me. One hundred percent awesome.
Flashback...
After the party...
"Psst, hey, Mylee, you want my bike?"
"EEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
End of flashback.
That 'EEEE' was a squeal of pure elation. What do you expect from a then 6 year old? Mylee was the kind of girl that gave you instant diabetes. If she smiled, you melted faster than chocolate in the baking sun. If she cried, you would give her the world.

So when, to her horror, even the bike couldn't fit her, she cried. Grandpa, having the weirdest amnesia thing, forgot that he bought that bike for ME. Fine by me. He said, "I WILL SEEK REVENGE FOR MY DEAR MYLEE! I SHALL IMPRISON THIS BLASTED CONTRAPTION IN THE DARKEST CORNER OF THE ATTIC.....FOREVER!!!!"
I'm not sure how everyone else felt at that strange declaration. All I felt was my mother's hand tighten on my shoulder. Now, everytime i come into contact with that bliddy bike, or just pass the attic doorway, I feel the ghostly wail of long-dead Grandpa Baldie...
THE DARKEST CORNER OF THE ATTIC.....FOREVER!!!!

Anyway, two years after the bike was sentenced to life imprisonment in the attic, Baldie died. My family inherited the house, and poor Mylee's entire family was killed in a freak accident involving a plane, a monster truck, and a bottle of mayo. An eyewitness said he saw a little girl's pink bike hovering over Mylee's body, but after it was found that he had just come back from the bar, his evidence was discredited.

The day arrived when Mom sent me to the attic to get a lightbulb. Ignoring my protests and begging for my life, she gave up and decided to go get it herself.
"NO MOTHER DON'T LEAVE MEEEEEE......." I wailed pathetically. I must have looked a sight, a teenage tomboy bawling her eyes out.

(A/N feel free to comment on any chapter via the comment thingy.)

chp 2- (ack haven't thought up of a name yet...)

2008-09-05T12:10:00.002+08:00

Yo people, my first chp here...hope charon doesn't delete it for being sucky...

Previously: There was a bicycle that lurked in the back of my attic. Cobwebbed and glaring, watching me and my every move...

Whenever i was forced to go up there to fetch an extra light bulb, or to get a can of paint, i'll inevitably meet with the bicycle. Standing stock still right in front of the trapdoor, she glares at whoever had just dared to enter her domain. She remains unmoving even when the odd bat from the beams overhead swoops down or when another spider weaves a fresh web in her wheels. But I know she moved. She did, really. When I go up there, she always tries her best to hurt me. The first time i was up there, i was getting a new bulb, rummaging through the boxes beside her back wheel.

The moment i turned my back on her to stretch myself, my knees were immediately hit. With what, I have no idea, but i know that bloody bicycle was behind it. The impact had pushed me onto the box in front of me, which rather unfortunately contained steel horseshoes. I got up and sat on the box while massaging the bruised underside of my knees only to find the bicycle still staring innocently at the trapdoor, with the pedals turning round and round, like someone had just rode it and then hastily got off it. I limped back down the ladder without my light bulb and without taking my eyes off that demonic bicycle. This incident was to be the start of my many encounters with her.

Chapter One- Intro

2008-09-05T11:35:00.001+08:00

You know, how in stories, those romantic types, the main character and the person he/she likes usually get together or something like that?
Well, don't you wish things were like that in real life?
This is the story, written by many authors, with many different experiences in life, which influence them to write the wackiest things EVER.
This is the story of OUR lives.
Let us start, with this....
There was a bicycle that lurked in the back of my attic. Cobwebbed and glaring, watching me and my every move...