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

"Pikachu? What on earth?" laughed a lemming.


"Pikachu! Pika-ha-pika-pikachu! What are you talking about? I'm just ha-ha-ha-pikachu!"


"Hachooing pikachus?" Pig Head, whose head was no longer a pig's head but still acted like one sometimes, teased.


"I - hi-high can't, pikachu, help it! Somebody shut that wingull."


"Wingull? Where? Where?" another lemming walked into the room, holding up onhis phone, ready to go. "I want a wingull."


"No, no. It's happiny. Must be, because of the 'ha' sound."


"What about hatenna, hatterene and hattrem?"


"No!" voices around the room chorused. 


"She's saying 'ha', haunter starts with a haw."


"Pichu. She said pichu. There's no such thing as a hay-pichu."


"Is she referring to the original Japanese clefairy?"


"Guys, I think she's calling us blockheads."


"Is pikachu her new swear word? Cos it's kinda cute."


"Translation: cute my butt. Look, she's nodding. See, I'm right."


"Shut up. Get lost. Hey! keep that cream away from me!"


(つ✧ω✧)つ∘˚˳°(o´･_･)っ


"Allergies! I've got - pikachu- allergies, you blockheads!"


"She's got pikachu allergies, everyone. Keep the pikachus away from her."


"Shuppet the dratini wingull! Pikachu!"


Blue Suede Shoes slid suavely into the room and promptly sneezed.


"Damn, which idiotic bug or plant used pollen puff in here?"


"Not you, Pikachu. I know you can't use pollen puff, so it can't be you. Don't you lunatones know better than to let ribombee and  jumpluff loose? Doncha know that some of us have allergies in here? Ever heard of hayfever? Listen."


"Tigress has even turned into a pikachu because of you weedles who don't know how to wheedle when Tigress got tickets to the next convention."


Blue Sued Shoes smoothly closed the window, locked it and knelt by Tigress' feet, holding a tissue box up to her in one hand and a rubbish bin in the other.


"You're welcome, your highness," Blue Suede Shoes bowed his head.


"Thank you, your highness," Blue Suede Shoes received a ticket and smirked at the useles magikarps splashing around the room. Then he sang as he strolled out, "I'm goin' t'the convention and you snots aren't, doodah, doodah..."


In the meantime, the others used splash, trying to cozy up to the -


17. Pikachu allergies