The suspicious story

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
This was meant to not make sense, so if it doesn't make sense, then congratulations on us :)

This was meant to be ridiculous, and maybe the overuse of a certain word will get annoying, but oh well, to read or don't read is your choice, but I do suggest that if the word does get annoying, for you to stop reading.

How often was the one word used on the scale of 1 to 4 for you?
1: Used so little that it's just normal.
2: Used so much its annoying.
3: Used so much its funny.
4: Used so much its back to annoying again.

99.99% is random, the .01% comes from the only normal character in the story.

I wrote this story with my brother, who is also on Booksie, and here is the link to his page if you wish to check him out: http://www.booksie.com/vayn

Sole and Neion are the two characters that are mine, and the other characters were just decided between me and my brother when we started writing.

Remember, this story was written just for fun, so I hope you enjoy and get a laugh out of the character who thinks a bit differently.

Submitted: March 31, 2015

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Story

 

This story started at a time when I was outside cleaning the windows for my thirteen year old grandfather, like every responsible one hundred and thirty year old should do. That was the day that I saw suspicious people in a suspicious van, who wore suspicious clothes parked near the suspicious pathway.

Suspiciously exiting the suspicious van was a suspicious looking man. He suspiciously stepped out and onto the suspicious path holding something suspicious behind his suspicious back suspiciously, and then another suspicious man suspiciously exited.

The first suspicious man pulled out a suspicious knife coated in something suspiciously brown, from behind his suspicious back. He then started to suspiciously lick it off. “Hmm, this chocolate is nummy, but it can’t compare to pineapples with mustard,” he said suspiciously.

My eyes widened in disgust. Do normal suspicious people eat such suspicious things? I asked myself as I watched the second suspicious person suspiciously approach the first. He gave the first suspicious person a similar look that I had on my own face, but more suspicious than mine of course. “Neion, can you get any stranger?” he spoke suspiciously with his suspicious eyebrows raised suspiciously.

The first suspicious person must be Neion then, I thought to myself as I reached for my drink bottle that was sitting in the suspicious hot yellow sun.

“So, Sole, have you seen anyone suspicious on the way over here,” Neion asked suspiciously, while suspiciously looking around.

Okay, so his name’s Sole, I thought to myself again, shaking my drink bottle before opening the top.

“Yeah, you,” Sole answered Neion suspiciously, and I couldn’t help but laugh quietly to myself. That was when Neion’s suspicious eyes met my not so suspicious ones. “Hey,” he suspiciously called out to me and suspiciously began to walk over, with Sole suspiciously following behind.

“Howdy suspiciously suspicious people,” I greeted normally, a grin on my face, which caused the suspicious people to hesitate on their suspicious approach. Maybe that was because my smile was a little wider than considered normal in their suspicious minds, but they continued on over anyway. Sole suspiciously looked up at the windows I was in the middle of cleaning. “What?” he said suspiciously.

When I finished taking a drink from my bottle, I placed it back in its original spot. “What?” I repeated back, splatting more mud onto the window before continuing to scrub the windows with the non-suspicious paper.

“Do you people prefer dirty windows?” Sole questioned me suspiciously.

“Huh, what are you talking about? You can still see through them, they’re filthy clean,” I replied, looking to the windows and then back at Sole. It was in that silent moment that my grandfather came out from inside the house, laughing with his cheerful witch like laughter that I’m oh so used to. “Are you harassing my daughter?” he asked shortly after.

“Oh, hey grandfather,” I greeted.

“Wait, daughter?” Sole said in a suspicious questioning voice as he suspiciously looked between me and my grandfather, “grandfather?”

Neion suspiciously gasped, his eyes trained on me suspiciously. “You look like a man,” he accused before his eyes focused suspiciously on my grandfather. “And you look like a girl.”

“If I’m a man then why is my name Bobila?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“Your grandfather, who is also a female, is younger than you?” Sole asked suspiciously confused.

“Um, yeah, but my grandfather isn’t a female,” I replied. What’s so strange about him being younger than me anyway?

Sole suspiciously turned to Neion. “On second thought, I found someone more suspicious than you,” he told him suspiciously.

“I’m not the suspicious one here. Don’t you know you get younger with age?” I said, which got a suspiciously strange look thrown in my direction from Sole, and before he could suspiciously reply…

You moved the mouse controller towards the x button at the top of the screen and pressed it to exit out of the weird story, which was probably exactly what you were thinking. Once you pressed the button however, you then heard cackling laughter from behind. You swiftly turn around in your swivel chair, just to come face to face with a thirteen year old grandfather, who strangely enough, looked like a teenage girl. You couldn’t help but call out in fear as you stare at the girl with wide eyes.

“Mommy…”


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