Post by BlueberryJayPie on Mar 28, 2018 23:01:56 GMT
Salutations friends. It is I. JayPIE. And TunaPIE. Say hi bro.
Hello
As you may have guessed, we're doing a co-write! Ish. ( ish because we're siblings and we won't have to use separate accounts to write this. We live in the same house. yaaayyy ) We're writing a story together. What is this story about you may ask? Well, lemme tell you.
Steve. A peculiar fellow with a love for fishing and rubber chickens, finds himself in the most precarious situation.
This is a story about comedy, love, drama ACTION. (One that you probably won't be able to take seriously) Follow Steve as he searches for the one true key to happiness. Friendship. Oh, and also clam pancakes.
-last edited on Mar 28, 2018 23:36:04 GMT by BlueberryJayPie: typos fer days
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Mar 28, 2018 23:34:55 GMT
Prologue
Among every group of people, small and large. There is a Steve. Silly people who no one understands or likes. People who have been labelled as strange and unwelcome. People with no place in society. People who are most likely to vandalize benches, who don't partake in normal people activities.
A person nobody wants.
...
Steve just so happened to be that Steve in the group. He was Steve. And Steve was Steve. Goofy, loud, rambunctious, random and...
Wrong.
Among the citizens of his tropical home, he was an outcast. An unwanted stranger. A hermit man with a super soft mole on his left hand which he named Steve Downy JR.
But Steve was oblivious to their hate. He lived his days as happy as any hermit man with stupidly named clusters of skin. Fishing away his troubles and eating clam pancakes with his life long friend, George the rubber chicken. George understood Steve. He listened to his lamenting, his terrible jokes, his silly stories about love. And that one girl who repeatedly smacked him with a fish. And between them, they shared something that would never break. A bond as strong as STEAL. Or as strong as superman's super strong abs that he obtained from working out in the super gym, all super night and super day.
Friendship.
They existed peacefully together as lifelong companions. Forever alone on the little island they inhabited. Eating clam pancakes.
But one day, they're lives change forever.
...
Well, Steve's life changes forever. George doesn't have a life.
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Mar 29, 2018 17:30:50 GMT
Chapter 1 (Part 1)
plop!
The rusty fish hook, laden with a ridiculous amount of small lead sinkers (and an unfortunate earthworm), sank to the bottom of the crystal clear waters of the ocean. The swiftly descending hook reached the pearly white sand in a matter of seconds, causing a cloud of the sand to disperse around it. A tiny fish approached the curious display, circling it cautiously and poking it with its gaping mouth. The bait sat there for a moment or two before it was violently yanked upwards in a burst of bubbles, causing the hungry fish to swim quickly away in a blind panic. The worm reached the surface, was lifted up into the air and dropped onto the wooden boards of the rowboat.
"Huzzah! Look, George! Our first catch of the day." Steve proclaimed proudly tossing his make-shift fishing rod behind him. "A worm!" His exclamation rang out loudly across the iridescent sea water drowning out the gentle sounds of the waves crashing onto the beach, as he scrambled to untangle his new catch. George the rubber chicken didn't respond. Steve stared at his silent companion with a disgusted look on his face. "You don't sound too excited about our new delicious friend George." George didn't respond. Steve stiffened. "I worked very hard to catch it you know!" Still no answer. Steve exhaled shakily, clearly refraining himself from strangling his so-called friend. He straightened his shirt huffily. "Fine then. If you can't appreciate my efforts to provide food for us both, you won't be getting any of this beautiful worm." George continued to stare at him blankly, falling sideways due to the constant rocking of the boat. Steve's eye twitched spastically in a total rage.
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Mar 29, 2018 17:32:06 GMT
(Part 2)
A derpy looking seagull sat perched on one of the boat oars, watching Steves display of anger with a mild curiosity. Suddenly he hurriedly flew off, barely missing the rubber chicken that was thrown at him. "Aha! Take that, you fiend!" He cackled. Steve stared into the shallow water where he had chucked George, he scrambled clumsily to the edge of the boat, leaning forwards to poke at the floating rubber chicken.
"You totally deserved that George. And I enjoyed doing it." He whispered. "And seeing your floating mess brings me..." He leaned in closer. "INTERNAL JOY." He pushed away George with his finger. "Goodbye Geo-AHWAIT NOO--"
A derpy looking seagull sat perched on one of the boat oars, watching Steves display of anger with a mild curiosity. Suddenly he hurriedly flew off, barely missing the rubber chicken that was thrown at him. "Aha! Take that, you fiend!" He cackled. Steve stared into the shallow water where he had chucked George, he scrambled clumsily to the edge of the boat, leaning forwards to poke at the floating rubber chicken.
"You totally deserved that George. And I enjoyed doing it." He whispered. "And seeing your floating mess brings me..." He leaned in closer. "INTERNAL JOY." He pushed away George with his finger. "Goodbye Geo-AHWAIT NOO--"
OH, Quick question! While I was watching Jay write the story out (and making her uncomfortable be staring at her for long periods of time), I noticed that she reached a character limit when she wasn't even finished with the short chapter. I then went into full-on detective mode and read a few other users stories. How come they were able to post their chapter without being busted by the maximum character thingy? Jay wrote a very long chapter of another story (That she hasn't touched in FOREVER AHEMHM SISTER STEP ON IT. ) and was able to post it. How come she we couldn't do it here?
A derpy looking seagull sat perched on one of the boat oars, watching Steves display of anger with a mild curiosity. Suddenly he hurriedly flew off, barely missing the rubber chicken that was thrown at him. "Aha! Take that, you fiend!" He cackled. Steve stared into the shallow water where he had chucked George, he scrambled clumsily to the edge of the boat, leaning forwards to poke at the floating rubber chicken.
"You totally deserved that George. And I enjoyed doing it." He whispered. "And seeing your floating mess brings me..." He leaned in closer. "INTERNAL JOY." He pushed away George with his finger. "Goodbye Geo-AHWAIT NOO--"
SPLASH!
Pushed away George? PUSHED AWAY?
That doesn't sound right sibling.
You done goofed. ( )
WELL, ERM. YOU DIDN'T EVEN HELP WITH THE WRITING >:I
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Mar 30, 2018 15:00:22 GMT
Ok, so this is my third time rewriting this after accidentally closing the tab. -_- *SIGH*
(Part 3)
Soaked and mildly embarrassed, Steve hauled the overturned rowboat to the shore with major difficulty. Upon reaching the beach, he dramatically collapsed onto the white sand.
"Alas! I have collapsed due to sheer exhaustion!" He draped his arm over his face, lamenting sorrowfully. "I fear that I shall never walk again!" He lifted George up over his face, to stare into those two black eyes of the rubber chicken that he so deeply and sincerely loved. "George, my lifelong friend! I have failed you..." George didn't respond. "Please! If our friendship means anything to you... Forgive...Meeeee.. BLEH." George fell from Steve's "lifeless" hands and onto his face.
After a minute or two of lying there like a complete and total moron, Steve sat up, flinging George away.
"I am incredibly bored now." He said, brushing off the sand that clung to his wet skin and trousers. He rose to his feet, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"Hmm. Let's check the fishing nets, shall we George?"
(I would write more, but THE MAXIMUM CHARACTER LIMIT BEGS TO DIFFER. *hisses in a mighty rage*
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Mar 30, 2018 15:00:52 GMT
(Part 4)
The fishing nets were nothing more than a few butterfly nets crudely tied together with flimsy rope connecting to the rickety fishing docks.
This pathetic contraption was Steve's pride and joy. Not only was he a master of making pancakes, but he was also a master fishermen. Obviously.
He propped George up against a rusty old tackle box, patted him on the head and began heaving on the ropes. Humming a few catchy tunes in the fabulous key of off.
"Humm dee doo.. Daaa...GEORGE! LOOK! LOOK AT THIS! HAHAA! We did it!" He squealed. The reason for Steve's sudden joy was entangled in the butterfly nets. a tiny iridescent fish, dead.
"A fish! A FISH! George! Do you realize what this means?" George didn't respond and simply fell over onto his side. "George, you're a man of few words my friend." George remained silent. Steve rolled his eyes to the heavens. "It means we need to celebrate! With pancakes! AND CONFETTI!" He scooped George into his hands and scrambled and slid over to his ramshackle fishing shack near the edge of a densely packed forest, jumping and swerving to avoid washed up driftwood, slippery seaweed and barnacle covered rocks. As he rushed towards his home, something clicked in his raisin sized brain and he yelped, skidding to an abrupt halt. "Ohoho, silly me! We mustn't forget the fish. Here, hold the door for me, will you George?" He tossed George onto the poorly woven welcome mat near the entrance to the shack and retraced his steps back to the docks whooping in mad excitement.
OH, Quick question! While I was watching Jay write the story out (and making her uncomfortable be staring at her for long periods of time), I noticed that she reached a character limit when she wasn't even finished with the short chapter. I then went into full-on detective mode and read a few other users stories. How come they were able to post their chapter without being busted by the maximum character thingy? Jay wrote a very long chapter of another story (That she hasn't touched in FOREVER AHEMHM SISTER STEP ON IT. ) and was able to post it. How come she we couldn't do it here?
Well, about a month ago we implemented a character similar to that of the original mb's. I believe it had to do with storage space or something like that.
OH, Quick question! While I was watching Jay write the story out (and making her uncomfortable be staring at her for long periods of time), I noticed that she reached a character limit when she wasn't even finished with the short chapter. I then went into full-on detective mode and read a few other users stories. How come they were able to post their chapter without being busted by the maximum character thingy? Jay wrote a very long chapter of another story (That she hasn't touched in FOREVER AHEMHM SISTER STEP ON IT. ) and was able to post it. How come she we couldn't do it here?
Well, about a month ago we implemented a character similar to that of the original mb's. I believe it had to do with storage space or something like that.
Well, about a month ago we implemented a character similar to that of the original mb's. I believe it had to do with storage space or something like that.
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Mar 30, 2018 21:29:27 GMT
Chapter 2 Pancake apology (Part 1)
Outside, rain began thundering down on Steves rickety old cabin. Droplets of rain rolled down the forest leaves. And along the pearly white beach, puddles began forming in a matter of minutes. A summer symphony of raindrops and ocean waves.
Inside the shambled wreck of a cabin, Steve was in the kitchen, cheerfully cooking pancakes on a chipped and rusted iron pan. He tossed the golden frisbees of cooked perfection into the air, catching them on a cheesily painted china plate with practiced ease. He waltzed over to the kitchen table and slid it across to George, resting on a huge stack of old water ruined books atop a shaky chair.
"Here you are, George. Clam pancakes! Your faaavorite." He trilled. George just sat there. Steve took a step back an eyebrow raised incredulously. "Why aren't you eating George?" he inquired, a little hurt. He glanced down at the plate of steaming food and gasped. "Aha! I forgot to give you a fork! Stay right there, I shall retrieve one for you!" He scrambled back towards the stove top and slammed open a tiny drawer near the plant littered window sill. Once finding the tiny pitchfork, he strutted back to the table. "Here you are." He said, victoriously shoving the squeaky clean utensil into Georges pancakes. He sighed in contentment and plopped down onto his own chair, resting his chin on his hands. His goofy grin slowly faded into a discontented frown as he realized that George still made no move towards the delicious stack of perfectly round edible disks. Steve drummed his fingers on the hard surface of the table, staring up at the ceiling.
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Mar 30, 2018 21:29:48 GMT
***
"Soooo... It's raining! And the ceiling's not leaking. Pretty neat huh?" George remained silent. Steve awkwardly bit his lip. "Uh, I put a tarp on the roof this morning. Because... Wetness. It's no fun." George continued staring blankly into nothingness saying not a word. Steve suddenly slammed his fists on the table. "LOOK! I'm sorry ok?! I shouldn't have thrown you into the water. I was wrong. ." George said nothing. Steve let out a shuddering sigh, draping himself over the table in anguish. "I'M SORRY. SO SORRY! I've been a terrible friend!" His shoulders began shaking as he continued to sob. "You didn't deserve that. Sniffle AND YOU DON'T DESERVE A TERRIBLE FRIEND LIKE ME." He put his face in his hands, crying like a tiny baby chipmunk.
after a while, Steve finally lifted his head and wiped away the snot and mucus smeared on his face. "Listen, George, if you can ever forgive me... I promise from the depths of my heart that I will never chuck you at a seagull EVER AGAIN. Forgive meeee." As if by some strange magic, George's hollow body fell forwards onto the plate. Steve gasped, a shaky smile formed on his face and he brushed away the tears of joy that threatened to spill over. "Thank you, George."
It is I. JayPIE. And TunaPIE. Say hi bro.![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
It is I. JayPIE. And TunaPIE. Say hi bro.
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) and was able to post it. How come she we couldn't do it here? 
