It was a dark and stormy night ...

Wanna start a spooky story where everyone can join in & add to it? 0:-D

The weirdest thing that happened just then was it got quiet. No bullets or gunfire, no night sounds of crickets, no nothin' so after finding lester eating a small patch of grass I threw the corpse on my saddle and brought him to water Hole.

The first thing the sherriff did was accuse me of killing the man on my horse.

I crouched down using the man's body as a shield. Whistling in the hope that Lester would hear I waited for him to return.

A body ended up falling off a cliff right into my lap. The man had been shot, but never by me. I heard more bullets rekisheying all over the valley and lester was a mile away at a safe watering hole I asumed. I found out the man was dead. I crawled up the side of the clift with a rifle and was nearly hit. I kept listenin' for where the shots came from.

So there was more than one ~ there had to be. Bullets were flying from more than one direction. I was trapped.

All the bullets from the unknown slashed my ear . I lowered myself off the saddle and searched the cliffs all around me that were not there before. I saw flares from the top of a cliff and fell off lester who ran off somewhere away from the bullets. I hoped he wouldn't leave me to far from him. Another bullet knocked my hat of. Dag burn if I hadn't bought that thing a week ago. I figure I'd give the gunman a what for for that..

I raced over to Lester as another shot rang out. slashing the rope with my knife I threw myself in the saddle. Slouching low I steered Lester into the dark shadows.

Taking cover behind a large saguero cactus, I hoped Lester would be ok tid to a second one.
I dared to peer round but the only light was provided by a bright moon and it was difficult to see.
A sidewinder snake slid over my foot, making me jump. I froze in fear. I hate snakes grrrr!
The sidewinder was one of the biggest I had ever seen. To my horror it headed straiight towards Lester.
Lester began to pull at his rope, eyes wide, nostrils flaring. I pointed my rifle at the snake and shot. BANG! BANG! but missed as the sidewinder lived up to its name. Lester reared in terror, snorting.
A shot rang out and a bullet wizzed by, just missing my ear. I ducked behind the cactus once more.

A storm was pulling in from the south so Lester and I slept in a ditch. All of a sudden we heard gunshots faintly and Lester was spooked but couldn't go no wear because I had tied him to a bush. I jumped up and pulled my rifle from lesters saddle and combed the area

It was dark and I was riding across the desert. Nothing much stirred, and all was quiet.
Lester plodded slowly thought the deep sand and as he fund the gound heavy going I got off and walked beside him for a bit.
All was eerily quiet, nothing stirred.

On and on Lester and I walked, not heading for anywheree in particular, just walking.

The stranger pulled into a town called Water hole, on a horse named Lester. Carrying on his saddle was straped a dead man. Sherriff ran up to him to find out what happened..This is his story.....

What do you sugest? LOL

You'll have to come up with the goods promised, or they'll suspect fishiness eventually -- Some things are best left submerged, no? ;)

In the description -- you'll get a big catch yet :P

Another story down the drain..need a new story.

I soon found out our watchdog was leading the pack and was spreading viruses to other Cyberdogs. I was heartbroken when our watchdog attacked jimmy down the road because he owed me money

There was an old lady who lived across the street. I never liked her much because she yelled at us for stepping on her lawn. About a day after I saw the pack for the first time they broke into her house and gobbled her and her 13 cats up.

then daddy got a phone call ~ Buster was running wild with a pack of cyberdogs. One of the neighbours had tried to catch him but was badly bitten by one of the other cyberdogs, an ugly looking creature with evil eyes and foaming at the mouth, only when someone threw water at it did the dog let go and run off, wining and growling as it disappeared around the corner.

Soon, the local news station reported all it's watchdogs were malfunctioning from a virus in their system. Before the company could refund it's customers, the cyberdogs were rampaging the city...

was when the neighbor's doggie disappeared....I was really sad because it was such a nice doggie. We all thought it ran away until....

Our first clue that something was wrong when we heard a commotion in the front yard, and rushed to the door. We saw a cat, tearing though the front yard with Buster in close pursuit.

Now this was a problem, because part of the advantage of Buster over a regular watchdog, previously, was that his software did not include chasing cats. This would be only a distraction from his primary purpose, which was to be a watchdog and companion.

Not only that, but when daddy called Buster, in his best commanding voice, he did not answer, but continued chasing the cat through the neighborhood

We found its remains in the backyard the next day.

Our next clue that something was wrong....

Buster was the best doggie a boy could ever have. However Buster wasn't really a doggie. He was a cybernetic watchdog model UHD23. He was programmed to play, protect the children, and kill intruders. On day, daddy bought an upgrade for Buster so that Buster could go hunting deer with daddy. I think Daddy installed it wrong because Buster started hunting all sorts of things...including daddy...

Any suggestions welcomed please.

Since no ones added a new story line in a few weeks I am ending this one.

Another room had prairie dogs lining up for a battle. Cecil and George made their exit as soon as Carmen left them alone and Sabasion had the baloon close by. After lifting off the saw the creature trying to snap at the Baloon. "Seems wrong to leave those prairie dogs to fend against the monster" Spoke Cecil. "We are to small" said George. after a little ways, low and behold Carman, the Prairie Dog pulled himself into the basket "I am not foolish enough to help fight that monster" panted Carmen"Anyone got any tea and crumpets?" So the 3 accepted their new friend and passenger

Carman showed them a small room with a map on the wall. 2 prairie dogs were looking at a spot on it. "They are pinpointing where the monster has been" Explained Carmen. "Seems the monster is headed west to a dry lake?"

George was in awe of their habitat, but he was preoccupied with all the fleas. "how am I going to get rid off all these fleas?", he thought. He nudged Cecil and whispered to him about the "small" flea problem. "what do you want me to do about it?", Cecil said sarcastically. "Do about what?", Carmen asked. "Uh, nothing!" stammered George. "I was complaining about my sunburn to Cecil is all." Cecil agreed immediately. "That's all we need, is to get on their bad side", groweled Cecil. Please keep your mouth shut until we know what is going on and why they brought us here!

The entered a village that consisted of huts or buildings built into the wall, like the indians use to do.

Landing the balloon, they followed Carmen and her warrior dogs to their village.
As Carmen went ahead, prodly leading the way, George gasped ~ gripping her fur firmly and waving, with a big grin on its face was a small flea.
As he wriggled as fast as he could into the village, he became aware of huge armies of fleas on the dogs, all waving, as they peeked through the fur.

Before George could fly out of the way, the monster prownsed on him. He tried burrowing through the sand but was making slow progress. Cecil crawled up the back of the monster but was only tickling it. Sebasion tried lowering the baloon yet was like George in that he couldn't hang on to the controls. All of a sudden a prairie dog came to they're rescue as it nawed at the monsters leg. Then another prairie dog followed by a bunch of them. soon they ran off the monster who baried itself in the sand. When things were calm The architects found out they were saved by a bunch of Prairie dogs who had a small underground village beyond the sand. The head Prairie dog was called Carmen

'Wow!' said George. 'Look at all that sand' Jumpimg in the air, he flew down onto the hot sand. 'Ouch ouch !' Cecil threw down a bit of blanket he had found on the floor of the basket then jumped. George spread out the blanket and they both sat on it, looking at all the sand.
'This is serious sand' said Cecil.
The two of them began building a sandcastle.

Just then Sebastian, who was acting as look out from the air balloon, called out 'Look out you two. The sand appears to be moving!'

An area of the sand was moving. A large sandy lump emerged from the sand and stood watching the two architects as they worked away at their castle.
'Oi' said the sand monster. 'oi. Who said you could build here? This is MY sand'

Suddenly a giant shadow appeared above them, blocking out the warm sun.
With huge wings outstretched, a golden eagle soared above them, scanning the ground below for the slightest movement.
'Gives new meaning to "Fast Food" said Cecil.
'Or "Rabbit to go" laughed George.
Al three creatures watched in awe as the magnificent bird swooped down on upon a careless dinner, as it nibbled the grass, unaware of its looming fate.
'Wouldn't want to be a rabbit' said Sebastian, shaking his head.
The balloon flew on, heading towards some very sandy looking areas.

Cecil and George(Excluding the spider) couldn't decide where to go. A rolled up map lay before them yet they had never known the human's world. Taking his tail, Cecil swung it down on the now unrolled map. Looks like we are going to South America? so using the compass they headed south and followed the land as George hovered around the balloon enjoying his flying. The lazy snake was sound asleep

Sebastian set about making himself useful, spinning a hammock for them all to sleep in.

George wriggled onto the hammock, then wriggled some more as the hammock began to sway a little.
'hehe' he laughed. 'this is fun!' and he carried on swinging.
Cecil stood leaning on the egde of the basket, staring at the various birds as they flew past.
'Hello' he said to a surprised looking thrush.
'SQWaaaaark!' the bird screeched as it flew past, looking over its shoulder as it flew on.
Then 'Ouch' and a string of expletives as it flew into a lamp~post .
'Hey, Arnold! 'said another bird. 'Look where you're going !'
'Hmmmm! ' said Arnold crossly, and flew away as fast as his embarrassed wings could carry him.

As Cecil droped a weight, they shot up into the air and saw portions of the forest they had not been before. Strange that where they left was clear but fog was all around them. George and Cecil heard something under the basket. "Let me up you dag nabbed bugs!" Sticking his head through the hole George saw it was Sabatian. "What in tar nation you doing there?" George said "Who invited you here?" "Oh I so desperately wanted to see the world, let me come?". Cecil nodded 'yes' and George flew down to carry the nuisance
for a spider in. "Thought you had webs?" Came a disgruntled George. "I did yet I couldn't crawl up very well". George wispers to Cecil Do spiders eat worms or centipedes?" Cecil didn't know

As the sun appeared, George started floating for the Balloon. Cecil hung onto George as they hovered away from
the oak tree, they saw the balloon near a pond. The fairie left them a note telling them how to operate it. There was even a hole in the Basket for Cecil to crawl through

Sebastian Spider was called that because great big spiders like to nest in his nappy hair. Cecil didn't care for him too much. George just envied his hair.

A mist was creeping round the base of the tree.'Is it me, George, or is it getting foggy?' Cecil was becoming anxious as the whole are around the tree was becoming cloaked in a blanket of very cold mist.
George wormed his way hastily back up the elastic, shivering as the cold fog touched his body. 'brrrrrrrrrrrrr' muttered George.

A door opened in the side of the tree, and out stepped one of the ugliest fairies you could every hope to see.
'Botheration!' said the fairy.'Icemachine is set too high again!' Coughing a bit in the foggy area, she raised her wand:
'I am the Fairy of the Oak Tree' she announced. 'I will grant you one wish each,' she said to the astonished George and Cecil'
Sebastian Spider opened one eye, yawned, and went back to sleep, thinking: 'Good grief! not again .... wish she would get that icemaking machine fixed.' as he dozed off once more he switched to 'auto mode' and spun extra webbing to keep warm. 'brrrrrrrrrrrr Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz'

George blinked a bit. One wish. He couldn't believe his luck! Without any hesitation he immediately said ' I want to be able to fly ~ more than anything in the World, it's my greatest dream.'

Glenda, the Oak Tree Fairy, cackled, waved her wand and a futfut fut sound was heard, a bit like an outboard motor that wouldn't start. 'Damn! ' she muttered. 'Engine's cold again'
George watched as Glenda's wart-covered face reddened with annoyance. Her long black cloak was open to show off a body that resembled a sack of porridge, all lumpy and appearing to overflow from the loose string vest she wore. Her spindly legs were all nobbly and had hairs sticking out all over them, all going in different directions, rather like her orange hair, so that George couldn't help wondering if she had put her finger in a plug socket or something.
'One moment, young Worm.! Glenda tapped the wand on the tree trunk.
A sort of spluttering coughing sound was heard and then fut-fut-fut BANG! 'There' Said Glenda, looking pleased. That should fix it! waving the wand in George's direction, she added' Give this Worm his wish!'
George felt what he thought was some kind of mild electric shock. Then nothing.

Cecil, in the mean time, was thinking hard. He wanted to see more of the World, but he didn't want to fly exactly. But he had seen people in air balloons sometimes, and often wondered what it would be like to go in one. So, after careful thought, he said politely: 'Please, Miss. I would lke to have an air balloon, so that I too may see more of the World'
Glenda cackled once more. 'Hehehe! then that is what you shall have, oh many~limbed One!'
She aimed the wand at Cecil. He too felt a mild electric shock, then nothing.
As the two friends stared at Glenda's rather daunting figure, they realised the mist was beginning to clear.
'Eeeeheheheh!' Glenda cackled. 'Be sure to use your gifts to the full!'
'Thank you ' chorussed Georege and Cecil, as Glenda turned back towards the open door. ' Thank you very much'
Glenda disappeared back into the tree and the hinges creaked as she closed the door.
Slowly the mist began to clear.
George and Cecil climbed down from their lofty branch and sat looking at each other.

er Horseman : George is a worm, Cecil is a centipede !!!

Cecil sat watching, munching on his favorite snack of centipedes and grubs...his other favorite was little human children.

George was the oddest troll ya ever did see. Cecil didn't know much about bungee jumping, but doing it in the dark....
He heard a large "crack" as George's head struck the ground. George's form popped up in the air again and a few seconds later another crack followed. Goeorge was laughing hysterically.
"Come one Cecil, ya gotta try this!"
"No thanks George...its fun just watching you..."

may be he will wake up from a nightmare or something who knows. magic mushrooms grow wild don't they? or perhaps he breaks out? short sentence or parole. Anything could happen.

Now Nirvana..you think after all Marks gone through he should end up in prison? I hate sad endings LOL

George wriggled his way to the surface near to a large oak tree.
On the ground was sewing box someone had left behind, with elastic clearly visible. As George looked curiously , he saw movement.
Cecil Centipede had been passing by when he too had noticed and stopped to have a closer look.
'Morning Cecil.
'Morning George' said Cecil. 'Any luck with the flying?'
'No' answered George,'not yet. Look at these. Let's have some fun with the elastic!'
Gripping hard with all his extra feet and hands, Cecil helped George to pull out the elastic. Then they climbed the tree, with Cecil holding one end of the elastic with one hand.
As they came to a fork in the main trunk, they pondered on which direction to take. Seeing Sebastian Spider's web sprawled over towards the left, they carefully went almost to the web, and, using some of the loose ends of the sticky web, they knotted the elastic around the tree, so it dangled down towards the floor.
Climing gingerly on to the elastic, George tentatively started to wriggle down it until he was hanging about half-way down. With a few more aggressive wriggles, George found the elastic was around his body and he was hanging in mid air. Because it was elastic it stretched springily.
Boinnng! Boing.
'this is fun' called George to Cecil.
Cecil wasn't too sure about all this. But then he knew his friend was a bit strange, and if George wanted to take up Bungee jumping, then he couldn't see any reason why he shouldn't.

He was let go....there was no mushroom in his system, yet the peyote tea he had drink was completely legal due to him being half-cherokee and part of the Native American Church....he got off through a loophole, but would never drink grama red bison's herbal tea ever again!!

There once was a worm called George, who spent all his time burrowing through earth, day in day out, squirming through all types and standards of the muddiest of soil.
George wasn't the normal kind of worm. He was a worm with aspirations. Big ones.
Once, he had been pulled out of the earth by a young inexperienced blackbird. he was a good wriggler, was George, one of the best. One good wriggle and he was free from the orange beak.
But all he could think of afterwards was not how lucky he was to have escaped being eaten (as one might have expected) but of the World outside and what it felt like to be in the air.
George wanted more than anything to be able to fly.

Just then a van pulled up outside Mark's house.
Four uniformed Police Officers and a spaniel dog with the waggiest of tales marched up the path.

Breaking the door down, the dog was let loose. Mark was told to 'Stand exactly where you are' and did so.
The spaniel sniffed around, then headed in the direction of the kitchen. Suddenly the dog raced to the vegetable rack, barking excitedly.
Immediately, the dog's handler ran to his dog's side. Looking in the vegetable rack, he saw a collection of mushrooms. Carefully he picked one up, examined it, then put all the mushrooms in a bag.
'You are under arrest' said one of the other officers, 'for the possession of suspect mushrooms.'

Mark was ushered into the waiting Police car which had also arrived.

Despite his protestations, he was found guilty of possessing illegal substances and sentenced to a long term of imprisonment.

Yet, there was popcorn popping in the microwave and little man-like shapes of butter and Jam on his kitchen table....he decided he'd never eat salami and brown mustard sandwiches before bed ever again.

Mark awoke back in his kitchen and it was still morning. Darn it was all a fantastic dream.

THE End