Elaine: HELLO!!! Thanks for reading our weird story and stuff, we really appreciate it. I know this is a little to bright being between chapters right after a character's death but whatever, summer is affecting my mood. So back to my point, thanks for reading the story... and I'm passing it over to Sophia.
Potato: HIIIIIIII. I'm really sorry about this, but I'm supposed to write the next chapter and I kinda have writers block. If you wanna read something awesome, check out our private accounts or our collection of short stories.
I swear it's better than I described. Back to Elaine
Elaine: Just so you know, Potato is my writing partner, we're both having writers block and are both just bordering lazy so the updates aren't as frequent. Anyways, a little background about the story. So all the characters are based off of real people (I'm Elena and Sophia *ahem* Potato is Sofie) and this is kinda where we express our evil side. Also, we didn't really plot the story (except for a basic outline) so we're stuck with working with whatever loose ends the other person left behind untied. The whole story was a challenge to write, but honestly, Sophia is really *cough* interesting to work with (she has some pretty amusing ideas). SOPHIA! Continue.
Potato: Interesting better not mean evil.
Elaine is a Buttface and will not let me do gruesome scenes with guts spilling out. If you want pure evilness, please persuade Elaine.
Fun fact: I now know 376 ways to kill someone.
Apparently my writers block is still here so I can't even write proper authors notes -_-
I don't think we have anything else to say.
Both of us: PLEASE READ OUR OTHER STORY AND CHECK OUT OUR PRIVATE ACCOUNTS.
Elaine: Please ignore Sophia calling me a buttface, if you want to read random stories, check out A Box of Unspoken Thoughts on this account. For more me writing, go over to my account (Seiya71), for more Sophia, jump to her account (percy_jackson44). and forgive us for the whole writers block thing. We promise to update sometime.
P.S. Expect more gruesome scenes in the future, I wanted Eliza to die nicely.
YOU ARE READING
Playground of Bones
HorrorIt was completely silent. Except for the creak of the swings. There was no wind. No footsteps. No breathing. Then there was a scream. A piercing scream, filled with pain It was muted right away. Welcome to the Playground of Bones
