A Short Story

Hey, guys! Today we have something a little different for you. Below we have a short story written by four different people. Here's how it goes; Dani Lynn has written the first few paragraphs, Jordan Smith has wrote the next few paragraphs, and then Ali Gator has done the same, then Shadey Lady wrapped up our story. Each author's section will be separated by a double space. None of the writers knew where the story was going and what the other's would say. In addition, we all have very different tastes in writing and enjoy different genres, so stay tuned for this crazy story!

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Once upon a time, there was a boy named Joe. Joe lived in a small cabin in the middle of Louisiana. He was out in his farm, feeding his horses for the morning, when a girl stumbled into the barn. “Missy! You’re here,” Joe said warmly, striding up to the girl to give her a hug.
“Hiya, there, Joe,” Missy replied in her sweet, southern accent. She took the boy’s hand and gave it a small squeeze before trotting over to the horses, pulling him along. “Look at these beauties,” she said softly, stroking the muzzle of a black stallion, Percy.
“I reckon there’s only one beauty here,” Joe said, looking directly at Missy.

Missy smirked slightly. A gunshot rang out, jarring Joe out of his trance. His eyes widened as Missy fell to the ground. Joe looked around frantically and saw a boy in a black hood holding a Colt revolver.
"That's for my pa." He growled, then turned the muzzle of the gun towards Joe. Joe fell to the ground and held Missy's bloodied body close to him. He waited for the second gunshot, but it never came. Joe looked up and saw nothing, but the open door of the barn.
Joe closed Missy's eyes and tried to make sense of what he had heard. What had the mysterious boy meant by 'that's for my pa'? What had Missy gotten herself into? Whatever it was had gotten her killed and Joe wanted revenge.
He pushed himself off of the dusty floor and laid Missy's lifeless body on the ground. He reached into the stall next to him and pulled out a pitchfork. It was the only weapon he could find. He searched for anything useful for a few minutes and found a scythe, which he jammed into his belt before grabbing Percy's reigns. He saddled up the black stallion and got on. He lead the horse to the entrance of the barn and looked back. Missy deserved a funeral, but Joe couldn't bring himself to be the only one there. He had put a cloth over her before saddling up. He whispered his good-bye and stepped outside.

Leaping onto Percy's back, Joe kicked him into a gallop. Wind whipped though his hair and he bent lower over Percy's head. Anger burned deep inside him, and he guided Percy heedlessly toward the woods, bent on finding the hooded figure, though he knew not where.
The crack of a gun sounded behind Joe and a bullet embedded itself in a tree beside him. Joe reigned in hard and Percy rose on his forelegs as the bit cut into his mouth. Joe whirled the plunging horse around and stared in astonishment. The hooded figure stood before him, a gun in one hand and a dagger dripping blood in the other. At his feet lay one of Joe's horses, dead. Joe screamed in rage and his hand went to his side, scythe stuck in his belt. His hand closed on thin air. It was gone! Waves of fear washed over him as he saw the figure lift the gun and press his finger against the trigger.

A bang rang out and Joe was about to fall to his knees when a sudden yell was heard across the set, "CUT! CUT!" As the director called for the end of the filming, all the actors let out a sigh and relaxed, unaware of the storm brewing. "That was horrible! Missy! What was that? Your death was pathetic and overdramatic. And who placed these props? A pitchfork and scythe? Seriously! People want lasers and guns! Not a scythe! Nobody even knows what that is!" The director was absolutely livid. Missy ran off the movie set, sobbing. Joe just felt exhausted as the makeup artists came on set and prepared him for the next scene where he was supposed to be abducted by aliens. Why did I ever agree to act in this horrible movie? he thought. Guess who's agent is getting fired tomorrow?
The director's cries for coffee were suddenly interrupted by his cellphone ringing. He flipped it open as he walked out the door on his way to his cluttered office. Joe took a seat on the edge of the set and wondered if he would ever make it big.
The director returned ten minutes later, announcing he had big news. "Gather around and listen up!" he said. "That was the boss. He wants us to trash this movie. But you guys aren't fired. Head over to building eight, they're running short on staff."
A fellow actor called out, "What movie is being filmed in building eight?"
The director looked down at his paper and read a name off the paper. "Star Trek Episode Four: The Voyage Home" 
And that is how the world came to know the name Joe Lando. 


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