Anyone write?

[barok]

Speedlemon left qbasicville with his hands in his pocket as he quietly contemplated his new problem. His friends wanted him to write a story, yet he believed he couldn't.

"My stories suck," thought Speedlemon. "Why would people want to read them? I just don't understand those guys sometimes... Why can't they just be happy with a box that smells like motor oil?"

Quietly he walked down a random path, the only sound being that of his feet scraping the ground. Then he stopped. For a second, he thought he heard something else. Speedlemon thought about looking around, searching for something that could possibly be following him. Then he shook his head.

"No one else is around..." he thought. "Why would anyone else be around? With the great succession of Freebasic, Qbasicville is now almost deserted. I must be hearing things." Speedlemon shook his head. Great! Not only was he in trouble because he believed he couldn't write, but he was hearing things as well!

For the next few moments Speedlemon sulked around a road in Freebasica. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn't seem to notice that a second scraping sound had started up, and a shadow was falling over him...

someone else finish this. I don't have the time.