A Halloween Night

lol, Joahnne XD

Yea I just came up with that name by listening to Shhoting Star by Bad Company.

Johnny spotted a liscense plate from Alabama. That makes fourty-nine, He thought. He'd found one from every state except Hawaii. He spun around in his seat. ''I'm bored! What do we do now?" He looked around the backseat, trying to find something to ward of the mind-numbing boredom of driving on a long family trip. He looked at his dad. "How much longer?" He moaned, not trying to sound whiny but he knew he did anyway. "Dont bother your father while he's driving." Said his mom. "We'll Be there soon." Johnny sorted through the old books and magazines on the backseat. He wondered how long they'd been driving. He couldnt even remember when he started. It seemed like ages ago. He picked up one of the magazines, thumbing through the old, worn pages to find something he hadnt read yet. No luck. He tried another. Finally, in the third magazine, he found some comic strips and a row of ads that
held him for a while. But they weren't enough. "Daaaad," He whined. ''How much LONGER???" His father sighed. ''We'll be there soon, son." but that wasnt enough for Johnny. ''How long?" He asked. ''I mean in like actual time. How many minutes-" He was cut off by his mother. "Jonathan! Didn't I just tell you to NOT bother your father???"
''But..." Johnny let it drop. He looked at the dashboard clock. The clock wasnt set. It kept flashing 1:00.
He looked at the gas gauge. it was just under half a tank. He tried to think of the last time they stopped for gas, but forgot about it.
Johnny tried to remember what he did before the liscense plates. What was it? The game. Johnny had been playing a handheld video game. But the batteries died. He couldnt remember anything before that. Where are we even going? He couldnt remember the last time they'd stopped anywhere. He didnt even know if they were GOING somewhere or COMING BACK. How long had they been on this road? Johnny looked at the passing signs, hoping for some idea of his location. Nothing. "Where ARE we?" He asked. His mother turned impatiently and looked at him.
"Young man, we will get there when we GET THERE, so stop whining." Kent sighed. "I need batteries for my game." He said to no one inpaticular. There was silence. He wondered if his parents were angry. Finally his mother sighed. "We'll get some the next time we stop. Just take a nap." Johnny did. He woke. The dashboard clock was flashing 1:00. The batteries in his game were dead. The gas tank was just under half a tank. The seat next to him was filled with things hed already read. He looked out the window. There was a liscense plate from Kentucky. Maybe he could find all the states. That would help pass the time. He saw one from Illinois. Then Colorado. Thats two,He thought. This could help kill some time. Sooner or later they would get there. No trip lasts forever, could it


About the Author:
I honestly dont know where this came from. Its supposed to be sort of twilight zone, because IT NEVER ENDS.

I have no idea where this came from.

*Plays twilight zone theme song* DUDDUDUDDUDUDUDUDUDU.
thats awesome!!!! Good job!

Lol I kept writing JASON instead of Johnny.

Heres part one of five in a series I call:


It all started 5 nights ago.

It had started like any normal weekend. She had walked home, went Rollerblading with her friends (none of them were very good) screwed around on the Internet, and watched TV. Then it was time for bed.

If she would've known what that simple thing would lead to, she would never enter her room again.

Nicole had just finished brushing her teeth. Blech. Toothpaste was always too minty. Why couldnt they make cool flavors, like Jolly Rancher toothpaste? Nicole licked her lips. That wasn't such a bad idea. She walked out, contemplating different flavors she could put in toothpaste, when her mother walked into the hall.

"Did you brush your teeth?''
Nicole nodded silently.
"Let me see your toothbrush."
Nicole sighed. Her mom was a lawyer and sometimes brought her attitude with her, which was: I need cold proof. Nicole walked in and grabbed her toothbrush, then showed her mother.

"See? Nice and wet." She said, looking as innocent as she could.

"Nikki, what are you trying to pull? This is completely dry."

Nicole stared at her. Was she kidding? It was doubtful. She spun the toothbrush around. The bristles were still perfectly moist.

"Mom, feel it. It's wet."

"Nicole, stop playing games and go brush your teeth."

Nicole sighed again. She walked into the bathroom and brushed her teeth thoroughly, with her mother at her side.

"Thank you, Nikki. Was that so hard?"

Augh. Nicole thought.

She looked in the mirror. That was odd. The mirror seemed... different. She poked it with her thumb. The reflection stared back at her. She banged on the glass. The reflection smiled.

This is part of a five part story. Read on!

Thanks to all my readers

=O Naice. (; Can't wait to read more.
What a b****y mom. lol

Alright homies Here you go:


David sat in front of the television, watching the old cartoon. The news was all boring and he had nothing else to do.
He chuckled to himself as the characters on the screen were shot, blown up, and had anvils dropped on their heads, but were still able to come out alive. They were virtually indestructible.

Except I know their weakness... Thought David. He reached out, switched off the TV, and gave an evil laugh. Then he stood up, walked into his room and... His mind drew a blank. What was he going to do? All well. He walked back to the TV, but stopped in front of his full body mirror. Wow, he looked like crap. His hair was all-

Black? He didnt have black hair. It was also all puffed out, like he had been in a...

Explosion.

All of the sudden he noticed that his reflection looked oddly toon-like, and was smiling.

David wasn't.

The reflection snapped its fingers, and a crudely drawn anvil smashed into the floorboards, drawn but real.

The reflection stared at him.

David blacked out.


This is Part 2 of a five part series! Read On

Thanks to all my readers

I like it. Keep writing.
And omg I could so see SG doing that to the TV. xD

Great, as always. I like your Mirror series by far

lol thanks Im having a block for the third one kinda so roll with me.

Just like that movie I saw!
Cowz, you are an awesome writer! I could never come up with ideas as good as yours and whatnot. Continue writing

Oh my gawwwwddd i need to get rawllin.


Jake coughed. When were they getting out of here? He made a mental note never to come to a flea market with his mother again.
"Mooooooooooom, can we PLEASE get out of here?" Jake whined, wincing at the highness in his voice.
"In a minute." His mom said, staring at an old teaset like it was the Lost Treasure of the Amazons.

Sure. Jake knew what ''in a minute'' meant. He wandered around the old dusty tables. An old doll, a wooden flute, and a glittering mirror.
Wait. Mirrors do not glitter.
Jake backtracked. he stared at the small, chipped mirror. It was glittering, alright. And Jake had to invenstigate.
He stared into it.
"HOLY CRAP!" He said aloud, drawing the attention of the other shopkeepers.
He looked gourgeous. He had rippling muscles and long hair. He reached up to feel it, but all he felt was that stupid old buzzcut his dad had made him get. And his arms were scrawny as ever. Jake picked up the mirror. A weird tingling sensation ran through his hands. Jake shuddered, then gasped. The mirror was gone.
Late that night, he couldnt fall asleep. He ran into his closet and got Mr. Stripey, his old stuffed tiger. It was kind of lame, but he needed Mr. Stripey tonight.

When he woke up in the morning, he reached for Mr. Stripey. If any of his friends caught him with the little cuddly animal, he would be heckled for no end. He couldn't find him.
He mustve fallen onto the bottom bunk. thought Jake. He climbed down and a wonderful smell hit his nose.
She may be pushy, but his mom could make great oatmeal.He ran downstairs and grabbed the spoon. A strange tingling feeling ran down his arm. He opened his mouth...
And bit down on his finger.
"What-" Jake looked down.
The oatmeal was missing.
He got up.
"Mom, I'm not that hungry. I'm gonna go watch TV..."
His mom nodded, and he wandered off into the living room.
He thought about Mr. Stripey. Did it only happened to things he loved when he touched them?
He needed to find out. He ran up to his mother, gave her a quick hug, and ran back into the room.
Someone knocked on the door. Jake was incredibly nervous.
"Mom, can you get that?"
No answer.
"Mom?"
Silence.
Jake sprinted out into the dining room. It was empty, right where his mother had been standing moments ago.
He was alone.
Jake curled up into a little ball and wailed, clutching his face in his hands. In all the pain and grief that was rushing through his body, he felt a small tingle up and down his arms.
The knocking stopped.

Okay, im cutting in on this ''Mirrors'' thing so I can make a story in honor of our TRT anniversary! Inspired by COOKIE_DEATH!! Lets give her a hand!

Lina slammed her head down on the desk.
Je-sus CHRIST! Lina thought. She didn't think very many people could make science not seem interesting, especially since they were at the time of the year where the students make their own chemicals. They were supposed to follow directions, but really, the directions were so complicated they just threw colorful things in a beaker and sent a quick prayer that they wouldnt explode.
So, obviously, Lina didn't think many people could ruin that kind of fun. She hadn't counted on her new substitute,Mr. Czerwicki, though. The dude was as boring and painful as a sock full of nickels. It seriously was painful. Lina swore to God she would die of sheer boredom if she was forced to listen to one more second.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMONOHGFGKDFDJDGJFHDOFDGG!
Lina whipped around in her seat. She knew most of the people in her class, and watched as David, Josh, Austin, Jake, Carder, and Cady all whipped around similarly to look at the cause of the explosion.
Carder. Of course.
Carder stood.
"HOLY CAPTAIN KIRK'S NIPPLES, THAT WAS F***ED UP!" he shouted, smiling.
Then he collapsed.
And didn't get back up.
Ever.

The funeral was held at the church across from the preschool. Cady weeped into a handkerchief. "I'VE LOST THE ONLY MAN I'VE EVER LOVED!" She wailed. For a moment, or maybe it was a trick of the ears, a muffled sentence came from the casket.
"Get the f*** off.''
The service began.
"We are gathered here today,'' Said the priest, "To celebrate the life of a young boy, Carder." He paused and gazed at the body.
He turned pale.
"Yesssss...."
He sprinted toward the doors.
Lina heard him whisper:
Perfect for the curse....
Lina was going to investigate.

Was Carder possessed or something? Lina followed the whispering priest into the basement, where he blessed him self 5 times with holy water. He whispered:
One less than six is cutting it close, one less then six is cutting it close In a chanting melody. It freaked the living crap out of Lina. She walked out.
"HEY." She said, strangely tough-like. The priest jumped, and in an evil demonic voice, deep and rough he said:
"One less than six is cutting it close."
The priest drew a sword.
"One less than six is cutting it close."
He stopped.
"YOUR LITTLE FRIEND THERE?" He screeched, causing Lina to cover her ears. "WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO BRING HIM BACK TO LIIIIIFE?!"
"What game are you playing, you freak?" Lina said boldly.
The priest's head tilted to the side and his mouth opened.
"Yours."
He lunged at her.
"YOUR LITTLE FRIEND IS JUST PERFECT." The priest screamed. "HE WILL JOIN US."
Lina ducked, then saw a layout of swords and knives on the table. She grabbed a sword. She had never used one before, but the minute she picked it up, she felt a surge of power.
The priest faultered, his eyes wide with fear.
"But... The Bladewielder wasnt supposed to come for another thousand... It cant be her..."
The priest covered his mistake and lunged at Lina. She easily parried. WHAT WAS SHE DOING? Her foot kicked out automatically, knocking the priest to the floor and unwillingly raising her sword above him, point down.
The killing position.
The priest smiled.
"There'll be more of us." He grinned. "Ordinary citizens. We want your friend. His body is perfect."
Then in the same demonic voice as before,
"666 is more than enough."
Lina stabbed him.

CONTINUE?
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Its not over yet, my dear friends.

Not by a long shot.

Respect the Blade Wielder motherhuggers.

AWWWW YEAH. Fo' Sho'.

Olivia kicked her cramped locker shut, then sighed with satisfaction at finally being able to close that stubborn thing.
She barely had time to react as it bounced back and hit her in the face.
Olivia grabbed her head and fell to the floor, unconcious.

When she woke up, she was strapped to a table.
WHAT'S GOING ON?!?! She thought wildly. She shook her head from side to side and screamed, trying to break free.
Something cold and sharp touched her throat. She stopped moving instantly.
She looked up and gaped.
"LINA?!"
Lina, the softhearted, shy girl Olivia had known from History class, was holding a sword to her throat.
"Olivia?" Lina drew the sword away immediately, then started pacing.
They never told me... HOW CAN I DO THIS TO HER?!muttered Lina under her breath.
"Um, hey, Lina, are you gonna, like, let me go?" Olivia asked. "These leather straps are chafing."
Lina looked up with tears in her eyes.
"Olivia... I can't do that."
"Why?"
"I've been sent to murder you."


Incredibly sorry about this one being so short. I was at a loss where to go with it... I wrote more but then got lost. Let me write the rest later, I'll get right on it, promise

Sorry,
Cowz

How dare you make me kill Olivia...
This is getting interesting. Please write more :]

EDIT: I just noticed I'm like: "How dare you make me kill Olivia... Please write more :]"
I'm SUCH a good friend.

You're the picture of kindness.

Alright, forgive me if this isn't the best story I've ever written, because I tried to write most of it, if not all of it, while playing Arcanists with some of our chat buddies.



"THE LEGION?!" screamed a bewildered Olivia, tugging on the straps that binded her to a cement slab, where above her, Lina, her ex-best-friend, held a sharp dagger to her throat. "WHAT IN THE HOLY HELL IS THE LEGION?!"
Lina sighed. "YOU are the Legion, Olivia. The enemy to the Bladewielder." Lina pointed the dagger at herself as she said this, clearly indicating that she was the Bladewielder.
"But-" Olivia stammered. Lina was her best friend, and Olivia was out to KILL her? WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING ABOUT IT?! Lina shook her head.
"Olivia, the Legion is the ultimate fighting machine. Do you remember the old Roman dictator, Caesar?"
Olivia nodded. They'd learned of him a couple weeks ago, in History. Olivia thought that was actually pretty cool, the way the villagers had rebelled against their power-crazed leader.
"Legend has it," said Lina, staring straight into Olivia's eyes, "That when he died, his egomaniacal, power-hungry soul was transponded with the soul of an ancient fighter known as Anchordes Legion. This soldier roamed the earth, killing any leaders who he thought had too much power. Which, in his case, was everyone. He wanted all the power to himself." Lina paused, and got a faraway look in her eyes.
"But then," she continued, "He tried to kill Anklousmous Bladewielder, the final descendant of the Bladewielder clan, supposed to hold incredible power with a sword or any blade. He was killed, but his soul drifted up to the heavens in a cloud of smoke, waiting for it's next worthy victim. And that victim," Lina said, tears in her eyes, "Is you. I'm sorry, Olivia, but if I don't stop you here and now, later on you might end up destroying the whole universe."
Olivia growled in her throat. Then, her eyes widened. She felt a burst of strength and ripped the leather straps clean off the cement slab. She sat up and screamed in a deep demonic voice: "NO!!! I CONTROL ME!! I CONTROL ME!! THE LEGION SHALL PREVAIL!" Lina gasped and scrambled for the exit. As she dove for the door, she felt a ripping pain in her chest, right under her left arm. She cried out and saw a dagger jammed in the gap of her ribs. Gasping for air, Lina crawled to the repair table and grabbed a dual handed scimtar, a type of dual bladed sword used in Germany.
She lunged at Olivia, who grabbed a gigantic spear off the table and stood there, pointing it at her as she charged.
Lina skidded on the linoleum, inches away from the point of the spear. She turned and tried to run for the exit again, but Olivia jammed her spear into the small of Lina's back. Lina screamed with pain and fell to the cold floor, looking up at Olivia, who had red eyes. Not bloodshot, no. Pure, bloodred, irises that screamed for power. Olivia jammed her spear in farther, causing Lina to shudder. The spear had entered her chest and pierced one of her lungs. Lina coughed, and blood spread on the linoleum basement floor. She drew one last ragged breath and blew green mist at Olivia.
"The spirit of the Bladewielder shall conquer your soul, Legion." Lina said. She stared at Olivia with burning green eyes, the color of antifreeze, or spring grass.
"The good will consume you."
Olivia breathed in some of the gas and instantly dropped to the floor in a crumpled heap.
When she woke, Lina was to the right of her, breathing heavily and soaked in blood, with a speartip emerging from her ribcage.
"OH, GOD, LINA!" Olivia rushed to her side, sobbing. "We- We can fix this. We need a doctor-"
Lina held up a bloody hand. "You have done well. The spirit has left your body. The myths are no more."
Whenever Olivia had seen her, Lina had always been stressed. Whether it was over the math test that she did badly on, or what chapter she had to study, or even what was for lunch. So when Olivia watched Lina die, it was odd to finally see her at peace.

I died in peace :')
Very nice. This was full of adventure and stuff. And lots of weapons. Let's not forget the spears and scimitars.

I don't even know what a scimtar is... haha

BREAKING NEWS PROBLEM

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Plz Help. I dont wanna be banned foreverrrrr.

Ok, bros, I got this, new story time. Eminem is inspiring me, me and mimoz are having a story battle, and you guys are the judges.
LETS DO THIS

"Dude, no, I can't do it tonight. I've got swim practice."
"Oh that's fine." Daniel nodded, then trotted slowly down the street, back to his house.
Jaz sighed. She had made up the swim practice excuse. She liked Daniel, she just did not want to go to one of his lame parties again. Last time they played twister, which wasn't so bad, but they played it for 3 and a half hours. The music was approved by Daniel's mom. Hence, Jaz had swim practice today. At least, that's what Daniel thought. As she sank into the cushiony heaven that was her bed, the phone rang. As the tinny sound played from the small speakers, she checked the caller ID. She had a brief moment of fear thinking it was Daniel, that he had seen her walk into her house and not walk back out with her swim bag. But her fear was relieved as she looked at the tiny digitized letters.
"Hey, David."
"WHAAAAZZZAAAAAP?!"
"Don't do that. ever."
"Kay. Wanna come to my party?"
"Um, okay.... Sudden, don't you think?"
"Sorry. I really want you to come."
"Sure. When is it?" Jaz inquired.
"Five minutes."
"JESUS, DUDE!" Jaz yelled into the phone. Five minutes?
"Sorry!" David said it wasn't a very big party, and that she didn't really need to get all dressed up because all it was was a couple of friends.
"Oh, good." Jaz sighed. Her anger at David for the short notice dissapeared. "Yeah, I'll be right over."
As she clicked the phone into the reciever, she heard a muffled, absolutely bloodcurdling scream.
"What-"
The phone rang again.
Despite being rather disturbed, Jaz warily picked up the reciever without looking at the ID.
"AAAAaaAHAGHH!! Guughhlugh! JA-"
"DANIEL?!"
"JAZ! DON'T GO TO- AAAAAAAAAHHHAHAGGH!!!"
"DANIEL?!"
The line went dead.
Jaz threw down the reciever and sprinted out the door.


Daniel's house was a mess.
The flowerpots that usually lined the sidewalk neatly were strewn across the yard, their pots shattered to pieces.
The beautiful light fixture that hung over the porch and had illuminated her way through the dark after so many fun adventures at her best friends house was ripped off its chain and had cracked in half. crunched glass lay everywhere.
The door was ripped of its hinges, the beautiful window pane punched through.
Jaz shuddered and walked inside.
It was even worse.
It smelled as if roadkill had been tossed all about the house. Jaz pinched her nose and walked tentatively into the living room, using all of her willpower to keep from screaming. Blood was spattered in a crazy snake fashion all over the wall, twisting and turning over the mantlepiece, eating away at the beatiful upholstery Daniel's mother had loved so much.
A faint growling sound came from the basement steps.