Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25025941-20140605063731

One day, Nirvana Black was walking down the street from school, to go home. Little did he know, his death was near...

"Nirvana," a voice sang aloud.

"Goodnight," it whispered. Thus, it looked like no one was there, but someone gut the boy from behind with a knife. Nirvana died on contact, gushing out blood from the wound and his lips. And falling to the ground. The thing that killed Nirvana, possesed his new host's body, and then Nirvana got up. A skeleton was he, with a scythe in his hands. His desire to kill thrived. And the only way to create more skeletons, were to kill... Unless you altered your host's appearence... Nirvana remembered something someone told him once one Halloween. "The only way to stop skeleton's from spawning if you're a host for one, is to fight and conquer the skeleton possing you and then do something to your body and make yourself the way you want to. But, boy, it'll be hard. Them skeleton's are mighty quick- lemme give them that!"

Nirvanna walked home, placing his hood on his head. Once he was home, he bust through the door, and grabbed a sharp knife and fought with the skeleton possing him. They fought through slaps, punches, with blood, teeth, and guts spilling. The last blow was thrown by the skeleton, the knife Nirvana grabbed in his stomach. The fighting ceased, and the winner was Nirvana. Thus winning, he celebrated by pulling the knife out of his stomach with a grunt, and cut his face into a permanent smile. He then became a full skeleton, raising his scythe into the air. He smiled, laughing evilly as his parents burst through the open door of the household. "Nirvana, honey! Are you alright?" Nirvana's mother inquired in a relieved tone. Her dead son turned around, looking at her and her husband. "Mommy? Don't you love me now?"

"Y-Yes, h-honey... I will a-always l-love y-you..."

"Son, now, don't scare us with that makeup, or we'll ground you." Mr. Black stated to Nirvana. "Goodnight, sweet dreams," Nirvana whispered, running at the two and gutting them both to the floor. 