What Is A Co-Write?
A co-write is a story I (or the author) didn't write by himself/herself. Rather, the author and one or more others helped in the creation of the story. The only problem with co-writes is they have a tendency to be a little chopped up, having the different styles from different authors. These are unedited co-writes (except for the spelling and the grammar, which I had to change) made by my friends and myself. They were created just for fun and are completely ridiculous, but we had a good time.
Table of Stories
The Table of Stories is something like a Table of Contents, but instead of showing the contents of one story, this give links and a list of the various and seperate stories available for you to read.
Six Foot Long Alligator Found On Woman's Porch
This is a snub and is based on a true story, but has been greatly altered (meaning I don't think there's a shred of fact in it left). The title basically summarises it.
THIS STORY CONTAINS SOME VIOLENCE - PARENTAL GUIDANCE FOR YOUNGER READERS SUGGESTED
Peter WatsonThis is another snub that isn't based on a tree story, but on one of Tim (co-author's) characters.
THIS STORY CONTAINS SOME VIOLENCE - PARENTAL GUIDANCE FOR YOUNGER AND TWEEN READERS SUGGESTED
Six Foot Long Alligator Found On Woman's Porch
This was based on a true story (at least the topic was; the story is nothing like what actually happened) and was created by myself and three others. I'm sad to say that I only remember the name of one of the people who helped me create it, instead of both. A friend of mine, Tim, who took a creative writing class with me (which is where this was actually written) helped me write it. I'm sure I'll remember who else it was. However, I'm pretty confident that the people who I forgot wanted to remain anonymous, so it doesn't really matter. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
(the green font are the parts created by me; the pink is Tin {done to annoy him} and the blue is Miss Anonymous no. 1. Orange is Miss Anonymous no. 02)
Earlier this week, a six foot long albino alligator was found on a young woman's porch. She and her fiancé had only moved into their new house a month ago before they found the creature that had escaped from the local shelter.
"I was going to make some coffee. Do you want any?" questioned the young woman's fiancé.
She didn't answer and he followed the woman's gaze. It landed on an alligator right next to her in front of the porch door. He didn't know what it was since he had never seen one before, but something inside him told him it was not a good thing. He ran into the house to call animal control.
"Hello? Yes, animal control, please," he said to the operator.
"Honey," called his fiancé, "come quick."
He heard his fiancé's voice and ran to her outside. However, before he could make it to her, he was accosted by the alligator. The creature swiped its jaws and tore through his flesh. He died in the hospital later.
His fiancé was badly injured as well and was still quite critical. The gator tore off her arm, chewed off both her legs, leaving her quadrapeligic. Her spirit was high, even though she had lost three of her limbs. She had felt her calling. She slipped into a coma, drifting in-between consciousness, but still hearing everything said around her. At one point in time, she heard the doctors talking about her fiancé. Then came her first out-of-body experience. Her soul drifted upwards, leaving her body and stopped where the doctors spoke.
THE END
Peter Watson
This story is based in the 1800s and is about two idiots named Peter Watson and Morgan Stanley (name provided by me).
(green font is me; Tim is in pink {again}, Miss Anonymous no. 01 is in orange, Miss Anonymous no. 02 is in blue, and Miss Anonymous no. 03 is brown)
Peter Watson was chopping wood in the forest when a giant storm approached. He was too far out to return home so he decided to find shelter some place in the forest.
Trying to find a place to dry off - his clothes were seeped through - Watson ran to the outskirts of a wooded glade, but before he could enter, he heard horses' hooves sloshing in the rain. He turned around to call for help, but realised, with dead fright, that it was his enemy, Morgan Stanley.
"Well, well, look who we have here. Got a little predicament, I see," Morgan said.
"Shut it, Morgan, I don't need your back talk," Peter snapped. He could hear the horses galloping closer and he didn't want to get flattened, so he looked Morgan Stanley square in the eye and yelled, "Now we can be men and fight, or you can kill me in a second. So what is your choice, eh? Which one you gonna take?" And then he gasped in horror as Stanley took out a '73 lever-action Trapper, the best gun Winchester had to offer. Not waiting for an answer, Watson turned and fled, Stanley's mad cackling ringing in his ears. As he ran, he could hear the horse galloping and his clothes sloshing.
"You're not gettin' away this time!" Stanley said.
"Oh, yeah? Watch me!"
He ran for an hour before losing Stanley. When he stopped, it was only for a few seconds so he could catch his breath. "Hello rock; meet hard place," he said in his head. There was a madman with a gun in one direction and a wild horse that would surely flatten him in the other. He picked the direction with the madman. He rain towards the man, but before he had a chance to move, Morgan fired a round from his gun. The bullet tore through the flesh of his right shoulder as if it were tissue paper. The pain was so great that Peter's knees buckled.
As Peter was lying on the hard forest floor, he realised that he still had the axe from when he was chopping wood. Waiting until Stanley turned to leave, he gathered the small amount of energy he had left and stood up. Axe in one hand, he walked towards Stanley. When Watson was directly behind him, Watson, in a fit of rage, swung his axe, severing his [Stanley's] left arm. With a scream of pain and anger, Stanley spun around and hit Watson, even though he was disoriented.
THE END
