The Chronicles of Something, a Humor story

Authors’ Note: Me and Shaz have finally come together to write a story. This story. Creepy, isn’t it? And we are literally writing it together paragraph by paragraph. We just sit, write, and toss the notebook between ourselves, so you will see both of our writing styles every paragraph or so. What I wrote will be italicized and what Shaz wrote will stay completely normal.

Disclaimer: This story is complete and utter randomness. It is in no way designed to mirror actual life. We are sorry for the inconvenience.

Prologue- An Orgy of the Minds

Spiritfire sat at home one day when Shazaam Onatopp came her way.

“Hey, Sexy,” said Shazaam in a deep frightening voice. “How’s it hanging?”

“That’s creepy!” she spoke, squeaking in fright. “That voice is just weird. That voice is not right!”

“Ahh haa, oh oh, you’re a poet and you didn’t even know it!” said Shaz. “So what we doing anyways? I mean we’re in a story about something of course.”

Spiritfire sulked in a corner and began to pout. She liked to rhyme! That was what she was all about.

“Fine,” she rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh. “I won’t do anymore of these wannabe-Dr. Seus rhymes.”

“Okay. What shall you do? Were you sent out of the blue, to make nothing truly you?” he replied with a slanted smile.

Spiritfire squinted her eyes in anger. “You don’t even make sense,” she proclaimed. “And I even stopped rhyming for your sake and the reader’s sanity.”

“Well, what the heck are we going to do?” Shazaam asked in a smart-a way.

Spiritfire rubbed her hands together, smirking broadly, before throwing back her head. She began to laugh maniacally before stating in evil-mad-scientist fashion, “We shall write the story of all stories! Starring myself of course…and you!” She pointed at Shazaam on the last word and gave him a once over. She frowned. “But we are definitely going to have to do something about your nose.”

Spiritfire: And I was tempted to just stop right here but Shaz told me no. : pouts :

“NO!” cried Shaz. “I happen to enjoy my nose! Besides, look at you! You’re not all that.”

“You’re right,” Spirit replied smugly. “I’m MORE than all that. And I guess since your nose is sort of like your trademark we can allow it.”

“We never did make up our minds about the story though,” said Shazaam. Suddenly there was a large CRASH! from right behind them.

Spiritfire gave a large coughing hack as dust began to fill the air. Shazaam blinked stupidly at a now huge gaping hole in the side of their apartment.

“THEIR apartment!” Shazaam yelped as he read the word.

“Yes,” Spiritfire gave him an absolutely murderous death glare. “Have a problem with that?”

He gave a tiny squeak. “Nope.”

“Good.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his dyed hair. “But what about this hole? What the heck happened?!

“I read about this once you know. These people punch holes thru houses, well apartments in this case,” said Shaz as he stood up in all the rubble.

“And your point is?” questioned Spiritfire in a hurried voice.

“I forgot the rest,” he added.

Spirit rolled her eyes. That was just SO like him. Needless to say, she was quite sure they had finally found a basis for the story plot, even though it was as silly as figuring out who had caused the massive hole in her newly furnished living room. That thought alone—the fact that she had just refinished the living room—made her blood boil, and she looked even more livid that usual. Shaz began to back away as her eyes began to glow with intense fury. After all, damnit!, she had spent 1,000 redoing that stupid room!

“You better get that glow out of your eyes, young lady! It’s not my fault we lost the new furniture! Wait, this story has meaning now. We will get whoever did this!” Shazaam said with a dumb blonde tone.

Spiritfire merely grunted a response before disappearing behind her bedroom door. “Just where do you think you’re going?!” Shaz asked. There was a brief scuffling noise from within the room before she emerged moments later in a rather large, rather musty-smelling trenchcoat. Shaz wrinkled his big nose at the smell.

“You like it?” Spirit asked, twirling in delight. “I thought it was quite appropriate for solving a mystery such as this!”

“Well, it is oddly arousing,” said Onatopp.

Spiritfire smiled sweetly before punching him in the gut. “C’mon!” she said, dragging him out the door. “We have to consult with the Knower-Of-All-Wisdom before we decide anything else. Let’s go!”

……………………………………..

……..“That’s so like you to have the last line,” Shaz whined.

Author’s Note: Filled with craziness, that much is true! If you would in any way, shape, or form like to be somehow involved in the making of this story leave us a note on the review board or contact us by email. We are not sure what sort of character you’ll play but we’ll work you in somehow and try to base your character’s personality off of your posted works.