As Lurch left, Sara heard Jason wispering voice "Leave this place"

Jason whispered again..."Sara, why are you still here?"
Sara looked at Jason with her big brown eyes, staring blankly at him. "You must leave this place now, before you become a part of it."
Jasons remark startled her. She had realised early on everyone here was dead, ghosts with portraits and newspaper clippings marking their lives and deaths. She had assumed she too was a ghost, but was too afraid to openly admit this, even to herself.
"What do you mean, Jason?" she asked? "How can I leave if I have died and am here with you? Am I not trapped here as well?"
Jason shrugged, then looked annoyed. "Geez sis, I'm trying to help you and we don't have much time. You are not dead, you are still in your car but if you don't get back into your body soon you will be with all of us here forever...or until this place rots and then we have to move into another abandoned house and live there forever.

Suddenly Sara realised she was dreaming.... she was still in the car and smoke was all around her.
With a jolt she woke up, coughing violently. Struggling, she squeezed through the open window and staggered onto the ground a few feet away as the car exploded.
Sara sat up slowly, then ran as sparks flew everywhere. The heat was intense.

As she walked awya down the road away from the huge mansion towering in the distance, the tears began to fall for the lost sister and her much missed brother Jason, who had saved her life.

The End.

Now that was pretty good! It went on forever though. lol

Ok Jacob ~ you start the next one!

The penguin that hated the cold
Once there was a penguin called pablo.
He lived on a block of ice far away from the south pole.
The weather there was very cold.
penguins hate the cold MOST Penguins that is.
But not pablo.
penguins like to dive and swim and catch fish in the icy water.
But not pablo.
pablo was the only penguin on his block who hated the cold.
All the other penguins went skiing and ice skating or they played all day in the snow at the beach.
But not pablo.
pablo stayed inside close to the hot stove he kept his slippers warm and his feathers warm.
"Cold wether" said pablo "is for the birds." "the other birds not me."
One day pablo said "Its silly to be chilly."
I will go where I canbe warm ALL the time.
He put on his skis and packed his stove on his back.
"so long you birds!" he said to the other penguins."Wish me luck!"
Oh-Oh! something waswrong.
The stove was pulling him backward.
Pablo was going the wrong way.
Down the hill he went...faster and faster.
He was sliding straght towards a cliff!
Sudenly pablo was hanging upside down.
Hes skis had caght on the icy cliffs.
"now that was not such a good idia," said the other penguins.
Poor pablo was frozen stiff.
They had to carry him home to his igloo.
There they held him under a hot shower till he could walk again.
The next day pablo had another idia.
He put hot water bags on hes feet, around his coat and around hes neck.
"so long you birds" said pablo.
"This time nothing can go WRONG"
But something did.
When pablo stopped t oread the map the hot water bags melted the snow and ice.
pablo sank..
and sank...
and sank...
down into the ice-cold water.
"poor pablo said the other penguins. "he will never get anywhere."
When they pulled him out he was frozen in a block of ice.
and that was the way they carried him home.
But pablos hot stove soon melted the ice.
The next day pablo said "I have an idia that will really work!"
"I will go by boat."
He got a saw and cut a boat out of ice under his igloo.
Inside the igloo evrything was set for the big trip.
His stove was in place, his tub was in place he was all set to go.
on penguins in the block came to say good bye.
Then pablo pulled out hes sail and off he went.
Hes boat sailed on and on... through snow and fog and pass mountings of ice.
day after day.. night after night... pablo sailed on.
Then 1 morning he woke up 2 find the sun was shining!
Hot weather at last!
"I made it!" cried pablo.
He took off his warm cloths he lay down in the sunshine "oh boy" Pablo said "this is the life."
But pablo spoke to soon the sun sterted to melt his house. then it began to melt his boat.
Soon pablo was floating on a little peise of ice he jumped into the tub.
But there was a hole at the bottem of the tub.
Water began to run in.
Pablo had to poor it out as quick as he could.
quickly he put the shower pipe into the hole. the water began to splash out of the shower.
Sudenly the tub went full speed ahead far away he saw land and trees.
hes boat sailed up onto the sandy beach. poulo got out.
He walked over to the bannana tree and picked a yellow bananna.
"This looks like a good place to build my house" he said.
He collected lots of branches and started building it.
At iast pablo had found the land to hes dreams
No more cold for him!

Brilliant, Winnie. Any more stories like that?

Yes I have loads of books to copy them out that story was copied out of a book.

I loved that book when I was little

Ever seen the film the Pebble and the Penguin? its a good film ~ you'd enjoy it I think.

Minor point ~ if you could write your own stories it would be a good idea in here!

Imagine if you will a home on the outskirts of town, untouched by time or space or paint, where friends and relatives come to celebrate once a year. Meet Ward and June Normal, hosts to a holiday event which every year a randomly picked couple will be invited to join in the festivities...

Thanksgiving promises to be no different for Brad and Christine Mollard than for anyone else, but this year they have received a mysterious invitation to dine and recline at a home few are aware exists, and with people who are only seen once a year in...

The Thanksgiving Zone

Is this a new story tag?

Thank you Frank Enstein for starting the new Story tag!

Yeah, it's supposed to be the start of another story. I've been racking my brain trying to think of how to start one, or what it could be about...I've never played this before, but Tuesday got a kick out of how I included her in the last one. I know the start to this new one is a little over the top, but I wanted to make sure everyone got the idea...it's supposed to be weird and funny, with maybe some suspense thrown in and clues leading somewhere or to something or other. Tuesday wanted to see a comedy, but I want to leave plenty of room for it to go anywhere anyone wants it to go.

remember the Theatres? We had fun with those!

I did those theatres when I was home recovering from surgery. I had nothing else I could do and it was a fun way to pass the time. I almost hated going back to work after I got back on my feet.

I remember that! it was fun.

Christine and Brad sat quietly in the enormous limousine that had been sent to collect them.

They had heard rumors of what went on at the Normal estate, but as with most rumors it all sounded too strange to be true. Anyone who had actually been there had little to say, and acted as though there was nothing unusual about it. Others didn't want to talk about it.

The long and winding road lead to a large green mound. The driver stopped the car, got out and held open one of the doors so the couple could step out.
In the side of the mound were two huge doors, which were closed.

The driver sped off as the couple climbed stairs leading up to th house. Ward Normal greeted them with a grin from ear to ear. "Welcome Mr. Brad and Miss Christine" Hi, We are the Trumbells.

<As they walked through the now~open door, their host said:
'Please excuse my wife ~ she is feeding the elephants in the garden. She won't be long'

Brad and Christine looked at each other ~ 'elephants?' asked Brad, not usre he had heard correctly.
'Yes, Brad. Elephants.'
They all went into a large lounge.
'Drink anyone? '

On the mantlepiece was a row of decanters with various liquids clearly visible in them.
'What would you like, Miss Christine>'

Christine crossed the room to the window. As she looked out she could see June Ward walking towards the house.

"I"d like a white wine" exclaimed Christine "What about this elephant?". Ward did not answer and abruptly ran outside. The Elephant was laying on the ground now. June was pined under the elephants leg

At least that is what it looked like to Christine and her husband.

As they watched the elephant rolled over a little so its stomach showed and June began tickling the animal's stomach, just as one would do to a cat!

'I don't believe it ....' Brad rubbed his eyes in disbelief as the elephant curled its trunk around June's waiste.

'A large brandy please' gasped Brad, still not quite able to believe what he was seeing.

My Lady Tuesday ~ a pleasure to meet such a vision of loveliness.
Enchanted, my dear :-D (bows)

Sipping his brandy, Brad walked outside towards June and the elephant.
Suddenly a shape swooped over his head, causing him to duck. Startled he looked round at the shape to see a small pig land on the lawn.
Brad pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. 'Brings pigs might fly to life, doesn't it!' he exclaimed, pointing at the small winged creature.

Beyond the Elephant was a swimming pool with two pink Aligators

My Lady Tuesday ~ (bows) ~ a pleasure to see you, my dear. You make me wish every day was Tuesday.

June came in doors. 'Brad, how good of you to come.' She kissed him on one cheek and greeted Christine similarly. Picking up her glass of sherry, she sat down in an armchair.

'Dinner is Served' Announced a voice.

Christine looked round. She could not see anyone. Brad caught her eye and pointed to a speaker in one corner.

Brad offered an arm to June as Ward did the same to his wife, and they all went into the dining room for dinner.

My Lady Tuesday ~ I woke saddened because it is Monday. Then I came in here. Suddenly my spirits are soaring again ~ for here 'tis Tuesday, every single day. What Joy!

The table was laden with all kinds of delicacies and beautifully decorated, as was the rest of the house.
'Your home is quite something,' said Brad.

My day is complete! She speaks as well! Music to my ears, my dear!

My Lady! Me - run? I think not. I also fence.

A man may look, my Lady. A man may enjoy what he sees, my Lady.
T'would be a duller place without such damsels to view, and I am not afraid to say so!

Tuesday ~just turn the horse itself loose ~ that would be enough!

Lurch rolls his eyes and groans. He tosses down the drink meant for Miss Nirvana, then takes the bottle from Mad April Hare and retires to his own room.

Miss Tuesday sets the horse loose as Mr Hare continues his pursuit...of the horse. Hoping to find cover before her ruse is discovered, Miss Tuesday dives into a bail of hay only to find it is already occupied by bwilderedman...

You'd be bewildered too if some dame came crashing in on you inside a bail of hay.

Running into the dining room, Mr Hare grabs a bottle of Souther Comfort and hops away to the nearest rabbit hole ~ hastily retreating from the horse.

Back at the Dinner table:

Brad sipped his brandy as a maid walked round serving prawn starters.

Lucky man, that Bwilderedman! boo hoo! The Hare sits crying in his rabbit hole.

so you want me to post my stories here? is that it?

simplycreative: Yep! and join in the story tag if you wish to.

Nirvana: don't know about the story tag but if i write anything i'll post.

Dinner was several courses, each one served by a different maid.

As they returned to the lounge after the enormous meal, June went back out into the garden.