New Story Ideas

!WARNING!
!SOME CHEESY CONTENT AHEAD!

Christen McCorkle relays messages between two teens who are "madly in love" with each other. When Chris started delivering the notes, she'd just been a nobody--hardly a friend of Elizabeth Spencer and definitely a nobody to Tyler Dennison. Months pass and soon Elizabeth becomes bored with Tyler and dumps him (through message, of course.) But, Chris doesn't deliver the message. She thinks it's cruel and unusual. So, she writes her own. Tyler notices somewhat of a change and is suspicious at first, but the suspicion dies down over time. When Chris reveals that it's she who's writing to him and not Elizabeth, Tyler is furious and won't speak to her, won't write anything back. He ignores her for a while and though she isn't a nobody anymore, she's totally hated by the majority of the school. When Chris is put into real trouble, Tyler hears about it and comes to the rescue--BOOM! Happy ending.

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This next one isn't really new, just revived with a few new (BIG) twists.

There's an artist in Manhattan that's unlike any other. His name is Dante Waters. His technique is above all else, and never did he attend an art class. His art seems to have soul, every single painting of his does. After his sudden death in 1997, his sister across the country inherits his wealth and belongings. It's a while before she actually makes her way to New York. When she does, she finds a body. A body of a young girl, bald and clearly murdered brutally. She calls the police and they investigate. They find the bodies of nearly three dozen young girls who had been reported missing over the past several years buried in his backyard. All bald, all clearly brutally murdered. Then they find his work station. Hundreds of brushes--and when they're sent in for testing it's revealed the hair of each girl was used in them. And then they finally get into his computer--where he'd written his own memoir. The story deepens then, going into his past. His first kill. What it meant to have these young girls. And then it comes down to his own murder. That he knew it was going to happen. That he wanted it to happen. His paintings had started becoming too real, too soulful. Too dark. They were no longer the happy, vibrant, beautiful things they once were. And when his sister looks around, she realizes that. Most of them are of versions of him, dead. Or someone else dead. All dead. No light anywhere. Smudged mostly with dark, dark colors. Almost impossible to realize just what the image was, but not quite. When she finishes reading his memoir, that's basically the end of the story.

So the second one I'm still pretty much working out, and the first one I just barely worked out... but yeah... Thanks for reading!

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