This is really the readers story.

It's more of an adding game. I the writer start out with however many paragraphs for a story, and you the reader will continue the story. Each adding only one paragraph. You go to the review, and read what happens next. When you are done, you leave a paragraph of you own.

I think the reason I started this, is that I wanted to see what you wanted to read about, and because you know how you read a story and you're at a good part, and then it ends completely off course from the way you wish it would end. That's the main reason.

I shall write new beginnings every once in a blue moon. Or when I feel like it.

RULES!

1)The stories on teens, so keep it clean, no lemon. 2)You can use profound language, but not to much. 3)AND NO CHANGING POINT OF VIEWS!
4)have fun writing 5)and don't discourage others from writing. That means NO BURNS, NO LET DOWNS, AND NO MAKING FUN OF ANYONE

If you want to leave a comment do as shown…. (Leave your comment in one of these.) and have a happy Easter! Find all of the colored eggs, and have a good time.

DANM YOU FOR COMING BACK!

CHAPTER ONE

The night was getting late, and cold, and the Bebop was not the same now that three members of the team were gone. It was only Jet and Faye on this cold and rusty ship, that was still docked on Mars. In the few weeks that both team members vanished, both seemed to be to themselves, and never really talked.

Months past and Faye was now working at the Monkey Bar, as a waitress and a singer. Jet was back working with the police, partnered side by with his new girlfriend, Jen. Faye still lived a cold, gloomy life, that was tell one fateful night.

Faye was working, giving people there drinks, and watching them drink there sorrows away. She wished every day that life was that easy. That you could take a swig of whiskey and all your problems would disappears. But they never did.

"HEY FAYE! Get your ass up on the stage and start singing," yelled the grumpy, smelly owner of the bar. She did as she was told. No reason not to, even though she had the urge to slap him across his face for being an as whole. But that would just cause problems, and Faye didn't want problems.

After a few songs, a man wearing a trench coat, that was covered in rain can in, and sat down in the back corner, were the lights were the dimmest. A few seconds after that man came in the bar, two men with guns came in after him. Shooting at everything they saw, but Faye was in a trance. She just kept on singing the sad song she was singing.

The man in the trench coat ran up to Faye grabbing her by her arm and pulling her out of the exit that was only a few feet form them. When they reached the strange mans ship, he said, "Faye, why'd you have to try to get shot at!" It was an all to familiar sound. One she grew to like, and love a little. But before she knew what she was doing, her arms were around is neck, and she was crying a storm.

"Spike, is the really you!" When Spike hugged back, he realized his hand was wet, and not from the rain. There was a bullet wound in Faye's side, and Blood was gushing out like no tomorrow.