Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26444401-20160212201110

Wanda drew a shuddering breath. “Abandoned places sure are creepy,” mumbled the girl, wrapping her arms around herself. Wanda yanked on the hem of her skirt, which was only mere millimeters away from indecency.



Fern leaped forward and screamed into the abandoned mini golf course; people are supposed to scream in abandoned places! The wind replied with a moan, sounding like voices of the dead. “Let’s go to the Go-Karts!”



They decided to split up. Billie and Henry headed towards the arcade. No snot nosed brats, no lines, no nothing, just two high school boys playing video games! Reminding Fern too much of what her and her father used to do, she opted for the go-karts with Betty Lou. Wanda and Parker decided to play a round of mini-golf.



Henry pressed his face to the windows of the arcade. The room was locked and there was no way in. “How do we get in?” asked Henry. Henry had been giving serious thought about leaving the abandoned mini golf course. Billie grabbed a rather large rock and tossed it at the window. “I’m surprised you’re the first one to do that.”



“Maybe there’s a reason why no one has explored this place yet?” asked Billie. “Maybe it’s a place where photographers come?”



Billie had to be loopy in the head if he wanted to go any further. Maybe Billie had fallen down the rabbit hole or took one too any pulls off the ol’ peace pipe. “Maybe it’s heavily guarded and we should get the hell out of here?” said Henry as Billie stepped inside the arcade. Henry followed his friend, not feeling entirely sane himself.



‘Damn it!” Henry mumbled under his breath, he had lost the battle with himself, the battle to resist the temptation of an abandoned arcade, grab Fern and get the hell out.



“I’m going to whup your pale and probably freckled butt at air hockey!” hollered Billie, pumping his dark skinned fists into the air. Another gonzo-bonkie young man, somebody write that guy a prescription for Zoloft or Prozac. “And I’m going to get me enough tickets to win me that plush!”



<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Henry followed his dark skinned finger to giant plush of a popular cartoon character. “This place is abandoned, you could just grab it,” he said. “I don’t think Funland is taking tickets anymore.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">“I know they don’t take tickets, but it’s about the damn principle, Beiber,” sighed Billie, making his way to the air hockey table.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">“And I don’t think Funland is up to date on their electric bill payments,” said Henry. Billie’s hand disappeared under the table and it came alive. Henry gave up and walked over to the game, grabbing the paddle. “You know I’m just gonna let you win.”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">“Henry!” cried Billie. He wanted a full on battle. He wanted to win said full on battle. He didn’t want the plush just handed to him. Billie caressed his eyelids with the rough ball of his fingertips. “Pretend you’re playing against Fern!”

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Henry dropped the paddle onto the table and put a leg on the table. “Put the disc in your mouth,” he purred. Billie shuddered and struck the disc, it whizzed under Henry’s crotch and into the goal zone as if the table had been slicker than owl snot on a glass doorknob.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">“Hahaha! Billie 1 Lover Boy 0!” <ac_metadata title="Mini Golf Chapter 2 (NSFW)"> </ac_metadata>