Tonukurio

This is a story of the Wannabe Webnovelist Team (aka WW) who slaved over writing for five years and did not receive a single reader, only to discover that the person responsible for the final edit and publishing in the Wannabe Webnovelist writing team never actually published anything. He had only uploaded everything to the drafts.

Sit back and relax (or not) as you try to figure out which character has written which paragraph or chapter. Not to mention working out how many people are actually in this team - this may fluctuate. The WW team's rules in this novel are that once a chapter has been published, no one in the team can edit it.

(NB: all the characters in this work are fictional and while any resemblance to real life people are not entirely coincidental - no insults are meant. This is a completely tongue in cheek, rubbish piece of nothing. Yes, you read that right. If you find this as nonsensical as the author, then 'high five!' You are on the right page.)

Also, has this story really been discontinued? Wait and see... because if it really has been discontinued, we hope the readers enjoy being left hanging on the cliff edge - or just hanging, cos there's nothing wrong with just hanging about.

Addit Oct 2023:
WW is on a long break. Who knows if they'll ever get back together or come back (in fact, I doubt they will ever return - I think they've given up). Therefore, you will receive random short stories instead.

This is absolutely discontinuous nonsense

How are you? We've been thinking very fondly of you. We don't know how you have managed to keep your son in line all these years, but we appreciate how difficult life must have been for the past 23 years.

This is just a quick message to let you know that your son is back and is probably hiding from you by crashing in our house. There are strange brown marks on all our beds that looks like someone dragged the dirt in with him when he came back from his trip around the world. Or slept on our beds with his shoes on. It also smells like he has not bathed since he left and we feel he may have brought back ticks or fleas back with him again. I hope you don't mind if we deal with him as we see fit. We daren't open his luggage. We don't know what died in there, but we're trying to get the smell out of the house as soon as we muster the courage to throw the dirt encrusted thing out the door. For your hygiene, we will encase it in several garbage bags.

As it is, we have locked your son in the bathroom, while we try to peel the pizza off our pillowcases and chocolate pudding out of our blankets. I don't know how he eats, but there are also crumbs everywhere across the house. Both our fridge and our pantry have been emptied. It looks like we will have nothing to eat for dinner again. The neighbours have called the police to tell us to turn down the noise, although none of us have been home all day.

Would you like us to package your son in a box with a bow tie and deliver him to you or would you rather come and drag him out the door by the ear? If you prefer, we can tenderise and tie him up before you arrive, so that he won't be able to escape when you arrive. We sincerely hope Uncle is still growing those super hot ghost chillies so that your son will truly feel the heat when he is disciplined.

Aunty Lynn, please check your phone soon and read this message. We're desperate. You're our only hope before he breaks down the toilet door. Your voice is the only thing he fears.

Aunty Lynn, please come and rescue us ASAP!

5. Dear Aunty Lynn