A Short Story

Today I thought maybe I could share a short story with the community. The book I am currently working on finishing is about two boys name Bo and Luke. They are brothers. They live in a town called Harmony Town on an island called Pancake Island. I will now attempt to write a short story that describes:
(1) The place where they live.
and (2) They're personalities.
while trying to tell a funny story. Enjoy.


Ghost And Gusts

"L-Luke..." Bo's voice shook in the darkness. "Yeah?" Luke asked, not sounding scared at all. The two boys were in their room in their tiny little cottage on the edge of Harmony Town. It was 24:30 at night and you couldn't see a thing. "I th-thought I s-saw something..." Bo told Luke. "Little bro, ya can't see a thing. It's too dark." Luke replied. "Are you sure you d-d-didn't see a...a..." Bo asked. "A what?!" Luke snapped at Bo. "A ghost!" Bo told him. Luke laughed. "Ridiculous, Bo. You're ridiculous. A ghost? Seriously?!" Luke laughed. "No! I'm not joking! I swear I saw something!" Bo told Luke. "Go back to bed. There's nothin' there." Luke snapped. The next day, at 20:27, the boys walked home from the dock. They had been there saying good bye to their friend Toby, who was going to Maine. Toby is just in between Bo and Luke's ages. He's 17 years old. Luke 18, Bo is 16. They walked home, tripping on the uneven bricks from the nearby house being built. Despite the street lamps, the streets were dark. "Luke..." Bo quivered. "Don't tell me, ya saw anotha' ghost. Right?" Luke laughed. "H-hey, what if I d-did see a g-ghost?" Bo asked Luke, angrily. "Wait, wait. Don't tell me ya actually believe in ghosts, Bo." Luke replied. Stupid little kid. Luke thought. I can't believe he actually believes in ghosts. "I...well...I guess." Bo squeaked. A cold breeze blew Bo's faded blonde hair. Luke looked at Bo for a second and then burst out laughing. "You stupid little kid! I shoulda' known you actually believe in ghosts." Luke laughed. Suddenly, goosebumps ran down Luke's back. "There's a g-g-g-g...." Luke stuttered. "What is it, Luke?" Bo asked. Luke picked Bo up and raced home. "GHOST!"

The next day...
"Ghosts, eh?" Ozzie said. Ozzie is the town fisherman. He's a creepy old sailor. "Well, I'd advise you to stay inside." Bo gulped. "Stay inside forever? How c-can we do that?" Bo asked, shivering. "Well, not forever. The ghost probably wants something. You have to wait till it gets what it wants. Then again, you could be what it wants." Ozzie said, stroking his chin. "U-us?!" Luke asked in disbelief. "Yup." Ozzie scoffed. "Well, okay." The boys walked home. "Stupid sailor. He doesn't know anything." Luke told Bo, with a scared smile. "I dunno...he's been alive for, like, a hundred years!" Bo replied, wide-eyed. "We should talk to Dad. He's know stuff. He's, like, 50 or somethin'." Luke thought aloud. So, they went home and asked Dad about ghosts. "Ghosts? Bah hahahaha!" Dad laughed. "They don't exist." His voice sounded like gravel. "But, I saw one the other night!" Bo blurted out. "Haha. Bo. You're so cute! I was putting up these ghost decorations the other night for Halloween. I bet that's what you saw!" Dad told Bo, ruffling his hair. "In our room?" Bo asked. "Yup. And every else. I joined the decoration commity for Harmony Town. It's my job to put up decorations everywhere. I thought you boys were sleeping but I guess I was wrong." Dad told them, sheepishly. "So, yesterday you were putting them up near those street lamps?" Luke asked Dad. "What? No. We aren't alloyed to put decorations near the lights. Apparently, the lights need to shine for people to be able to see while their driving." Dale replied. "Wait...what?! Then what'd I see?!" Luke asked.