At What If we make sure that we try out all of the games on the site for ourselves. This is what we came up with when we tried to tell a story in 60 seconds. It's a bit too long, and we don't think it will ever be a Hollywood hit, but it shows that anyone can write a story if they put there mind to it - even us! We're sure that you can do better, so after you've read this, get practising!

The Lift Guy gave us this character, location and subject for our story:
A best friend, a car park, a computer

Craig could feel the coldness of the steel on his legs, and it made him shiver as the bitter wind rushed through the car park. Or was it nerves that made him shiver? "No", he reassured himself under his breath. "I'm not scared, I'm just cold" he muttered.

"What did you say?" asked Ed.

Ed was Craig's younger brother. Craig didn't mind Ed, but he could get on his nerves. Like now. "Nothing" Craig snapped. "Shut up and hold onto the handle" he added, worrying that Ed could tell that he was scared.

The handle in question was the handle of a supermarket trolley, the same supermarket trolley that Craig was currently crouched in. The trolley - with Ed behind it and Craig in it - was sitting at one end of the local supermarket car park. At the other end of the car park was an identical trolley, also buffeted by the cold wind as it rushed and scurried around the abandoned cars in the car park on a wintry Sunday afternoon.

Craig lowered his head until he could only just peer above the edge of the trolley. He squinted and glared at the other trolley, or more accurately at the contents of the other trolley. Crouched in the other trolley was Dave. Dave was Craig's best friend. No - Dave used to be Craig's best friend. They had been best friends for six years, since they were only five years old. But that was before Dave had broken Craig's computer. Craig thought that breaking your computer just wasn't something that best friends should go around doing. It made him angry - very, very angry. Furious even. Dave had said that it wasn't his fault, that Craig's computer would have broken anyway. Craig had disagreed, and had challenged Dave to a duel.

So now here they were, sat in a supermarket car park on a cold winter's day preparing to charge headlong at each other in a battle of the supermarket trolleys. Only Jimmy Braithwaite who was meant to be pushing Dave's trolley hadn't turned up and, thought Craig, it was now time for tea and if they didn't all go home soon they'd get in trouble. Also, it was Friday and Craig new that Dave's mum always cooked fish fingers on a Friday night. Fish fingers were Craig's favourite, and he always went to Dave's house on a Friday night for fish fingers.

Gripped by the thought of fish fingers - orange, crispy and sizzling under the grill - Craig lifted himself out of the trolley and lowered himself on to the grey tarmac floor. "Shut up" he snapped at Ed, just in case he was about to say anything. Turning his back on his brother and the trolley, Craig slowly made his way across the car park to the other trolley, and to Dave. As he approached, he thought he saw Dave shiver. "Probably cold too" thought Craig. He held out his hand to Dave and smiled. Dave smiled too, and shook Craig's hand.

"It was only a stupid computer anyway" said Craig.

"Yeah" laughed Dave, climbing out of his trolley "only a computer."

"Has your mum got fish fingers for tea tonight?" asked Craig.

"Yeah" said Dave.

"Let's go then".

Some things were more important than a broken computer, thought Craig, and his friend Dave and fish fingers for tea were two of those things. As they wondered out of the deserted car park, the trolleys left behind them and the wind in their hair, they were definitely best friends again. Nothing could come between them ever again…"Wait for me!"…except Ed!

THE END