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This is a story I have been working on with a friend of Mine. The idea for it randomly popped into my head, but i thought it would be cool. Heres the part I wrote:

I have been dead for 400 years.Well, in a manner of speaking. In reality my body has been separated from my soul,by a rivel of mine, and I have been left to roam this earth in misery, never dieing, never ending. I can see, but cannot touch. The only pleasure I have in this life is when I scare some high and mighty person or a foolish boy trying to prove something to his friends. My only hope is that the end of the world will come soon...

this is the part my friend wrote:

“GACK!!”
I groaned. My dumb brother, not trusting me, had moved again. Seriously, it’s not like there is anything scary about your older sister throwing knives at you. Now instead of having a nice outline of a human made of knives, I had a brother with a knife in his head.
“I wish you’d just hold still!” I complained. “Now I am going to have to heal you again. I swear, the way this is going I should have just bought the stupid manikin. Probably would have been less trouble. At least a manikin doesn’t move.” His lifeless mouth says nothing, so I sigh and bring him back to life. What, you did think that was possible? Do you really think I would be throwing knives at me only brother if it wasn’t?
He rubs his neck. “That kinda stings you know. Why can’t you use someone else?”
I roll my eyes. “We’ve been over this a million times. Pa doesn’t want anyone to know. Besides, do you want everyone to know you’re Death’s kid?”
“Wish I at least got something out of it. You can bring people back to life--”
“Only if they’re not really dead,” I interrupt, but he goes on anyway.
“All I can do is talk to ghosts. How lame is that? Anyway, I quit. I’m gonna go get some ice cream.” He walks off in the direction of the ice cream store, leaving me alone to find someone else to practice with. Again.
Seeing as he is not likely to come back, I head out the shed. I’ve been stealing chemicals from the chemistry labs for a while know, and I think I about have enough to make some fireworks for my brothers birthday. Even though he is a pain in the but sometimes, I still do things like that. I suppose no one can be pleasant for two hundred years. That’s the other thing by the way: we’re both immortal.
I suppose I should explain things for those of you who are totally lost. Then again, mystery is nice… I think I won’t clarify after all. Why bother? You humans will probably just forget.


My friend writes about those characters and I write about the "Ghost", going back and forth each chapter, then later coming together and writing the chapters together.
Tell me what you think