Chatterbox: Inkwell

Help! I started this story last night, and am thinking of a comedy about a "spirit world," following these 4 traumatized and wacky spirits who died in strange ways. But I can't think of a plotline! And, remember, no no no no no no copying of any sort!

The last thing Ashley saw in the puddle before it happened was herself.

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Nana, as she called herself, opened the envelope, and getting a paper cut in the process, dropped at the news.

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Lars the lumberjack, watching a butterfly flit about a flower, swung the chainsaw.

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Boy liked playing hide-and-seek by himself.

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  It was an innocent enough looking manhole, its rusted cover concealing the fluorescent green light that funneled under it. But every night a parade of flickering spirits were consumed by manhole. They took the Z train down to 5th Avenue, and from there followed flashing signs to a Tiffany's.

There is no Z train marked on a subway map, nor "death this way" signs leading to Tiffany's.

Spirits don't care. 

 © Lyra F. 2009

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So, yup, that's it. I haven't revised or anything yet, and this is just a beginning draft that I started last night, so don't be so critical! I need some plot ideas!

FYI (just if it helps with plot ideas)

Nana is a stock investor with a hard, hard heart. The news is that one of her stocks fell through, leaving her in debt. She didn't care when her grandson died, or anything, just about Wall Street.

Ashley was hit by a school bus, and I'm thinking that she and her friends were protesting the addition of more school days. Ah, bitter irony. She slightly resembles a pancake now, despite the tire tracks. Still outlined. 

Lars is a big softy who only is a lumberjack because it's in the family, and he lives in a wooded area where there are no CVSes around. However, he likes nothing more then to watch the birds. He is missing a side as a result of the accident.

Boy was horribly abused, and he always plays hide and seek with his imaginary friend, Shoot. One day, as his drunken father is calling after him, he decides to hide in the well. Poof! No more Boy.  

© Lyra F. 2009