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Week 26 (Due April 3)
here's My Story! All the places and products sold (aka the hermit crab). There is really a beach house named the Shore Thing on Sunset Beach island, NC.The Notorious Blue Blanket Bandit
It was an almost average night at Sunset Beach.
But something broke the lulling sound of the waves
lapping on the shore. The sound of breaking glass woke
up Suzy and John Melnen.
The two siblings' parents had rented a house, The
Shore Thing.
They had just arrived that day.They wanted a change
from their usual Ocean Isle hotel.
Their mom screamed, "My engagment ring!" There
was a big woosh as a figure jumped out the window.
Suzy and John ran upstairs, where their mom was
trying to wake up their sleeping dad. "Damn it, Dave,
wake up! Someone stole my engagment ring!" At the
news, their half-asleep dad rolled over. "Your
kidding, Cindy, right?", he asked. "No, I'm not
kidding!", she replied.
The police came and investigated. They found no
evidence. But, after they had gone, John found a torn
blue blanket on the top deck. He made a note, but told
no one.
In the morning, when John and Suzy were going to
rent bikes, John noticed that the blanket was gone.
Afterwards, they biked to the souviner shop to get a
newspaper.
While they were in there, John picked up a
newspaper. The headline read "Four People Robbed. No
Evidence. One claimed robber flew out window." Before
he checked out, his sister ran up with a portable
terrarium, a bag of sand, and a big can of hermit crab
food. The terrarium had a couple of shells in it. "Why
the stuff?" he asked. "I got a hermit crab!" she
replied. One of the shells moved. John jumped. They
paid and left.
The next night, they again were robbed. The noise
woke the two siblings up. John ran out, followed by
Suzy, and their mom. The kitchen was a mess. The
hermit crab's cage was broken, and a shell was gone.
The crab pinched John. He yelped.
The police once again visited. They found no
evidence. His sister in tears, put the crab in a cup
and rushed to the shop to replace the terrarium. When
she left, John noticed the same blue blanket in the
garden. A gray-white figure swooped it up with a
shriek.
John had an idea. He went to the souviner shop and
got a remote control model plane and frantically
pieced it together. He taped his wireless webcam and a
penlight to it. He then placed a dime in the garden.
That night, he waited under a blanket with the
plane and and his computer. A figure swooped up the
dime. John launched the plane and steered by his
webcam. He saw the blue blanket flying ahead. He
followed the blanket. He put the plane to full
throttle. Then the plane stalled!
when the plane hit the ground, the webcam flew in
the air, shooting the blanket landing in a tree. the
webcam hit the ground. The screen went blank.
He called the police and then ran over to the
tree. In a seagull nest, many shiny things were found,
including the ring! Everyone came to claim there
items. Then an angry seagull flew over. All of the
robberies were commited by a seagull with a torn, blue
blanket!
Sorry about the margins. I wrote it in notepad.
Oh hey. This seems interesting. Perhaps I will enter.
I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT GOD. GOD IS THE BLANKET OF ALL HUMANITY.
I have a blanket It is not new
I have a Blanket
and it is blue
The blanket is torn
Right on the edge
The blanket is torn
From being on a hedge
HOW WAS THIS??????? I am awesome :)
dɯnpǝldɯoℲ ɐssʎl∀ wrote: "I have a blanket It is not new
I have a Blanket
and it is blue
The blanket is torn
Right on the edge
The blanket is torn
From being on a hedge
HOW WAS THIS??????? I am awesome :)"
Good!
I don't think poems are allowed for story week... o.O
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Yeah...
Wow. I am completely ignorant. I cannot read today...... IGNORE!!
dɯnpǝldɯoℲ ɐssʎl∀ wrote: "Wow. I am completely ignorant. I cannot read today...... IGNORE!!"^^' On a different note, I love your profile pic. AVPM for the win.
Thanks :) I am Hermione through and through. I even look and sound like her.
A Story About My MorningAs I lay on my bed, I can’t help but wonder where the blue blanket beside me has gone. It was there yesterday, the day before, the day before that, and so on. But now it was missing. My hands stroke the empty space where it once lay, fondling the empty air. I don’t care what you think of my longing for that piece of childhood memory that has been so dear to me; I live my life my way.
The memory of it has engraved itself into the back of my mind. The dark cloth with its lighter blue and white and red and orange stripes on one end. The numbers and words on the other end which I never bothered to read, but knew were there. The hole that used to be larger than my hand but is now barely half the size of my palm. All of it. It's all fixed in my mind.
The memory of cuddling with it days ago, the memory dragging it on the wooden floors years ago (which is probably how it got torn in the first place). It's a constant movie playing as I search for the torn blue blanket.
With an exasperated sigh, I look over at one of the three windows of my room. It's still dark outside, though I can't make out the moon. Early morning. Only explanation. I look over at my clock, and I'm right.
3:56 am
I really shouldn't be up right now, searching for something I should've let go so many years ago. But I suppose I still love it for the sentimental value, just like the stuffed animals tucked away in the drawers of my room. I sigh, and curl up under the much larger white cover and sleep.
7 am
I'm awake. I'm awake (thank you very loud gardeners next door. Why are you up this early on a Sunday?) And my foot brushes something cold as I shift position to attempt to sleep again. I peek under the cover. An exasperated sigh escapes my lips.
The blue striped blanket with numbers and words I still don't read on the other side sits in a clump on the edge of my bed just under the cover.
dɯnpǝldɯoℲ ɐssʎl∀ wrote: "Thanks :) I am Hermione through and through. I even look and sound like her."Bonnie Grueson? That's fantastic! XD I love her. "I may be frumpy, but I'm super smart/ check out my grades, they're A's for a start./ What I lack in looks, well I make up for heart,/ and well guys, yeah, that's totally awesome."
I love that part and the song "Coolest Girl"
IKR?"Because I... am... the coolest girl in the whole wide world."
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Bonnie Grueson? That's fantastic! XD I love her. "I may be frumpy, but I'm super smart/ chec..."
*like*
Iviana (The Sign Painter!) wrote: "IKR?"Because I... am... the coolest girl in the whole wide world.""
<3
There was nothing left.I was sure of that.
I made sure it was erased completely from my heart: the laughs, the hugs, the whispers, the late nights, the kisses....
Basically us.
Only thing left now is to erase the wasted tears that fell.
But that's going to be hard, because in the corner of the attic is a tattered blue blanket. The one we layed on after a picnic to watch the clouds; at night in the summer when we watched the fireworks; the one we feel asleep on by accident and caused a frenzy that almost alerted the police; the one that we hugged each other and whispered into each other's ears on; the one we shared our first kiss.
I'm trying to forget you, so I should get rid of that damn blanket.
But why is it so hard too?
Why are there two topics for this week? o_o
I was walking along isolated, empty streets, where devastation had already past and the only thing left are the faint murmurs of ghostly buildings. Everything was covered in dirt. A breeze rustled past as the sun set over the blood-red horizon. I turned to walk back. That's when I saw her.A little girl of no more than five sat huddled into a dusty, partially lit corner. Why would a child be here?
((YEAH I'll finish that later. I have a major headache.))
Hannah ['tis enough, 'twill serve] wrote: "Why are there two topics for this week? o_o"Because nobody participated in the last one.
Around 500, but you can be little over or under. I think the mods wanted you to be within a 100 words more or less, correct me if I'm wrong.
~ ♪She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named [Yue]~ wrote: "Oh oops. I'm in the middle of one, not close to done, and it's over 300, I think.:PAUTUMN! OR ARE YOU MANDY? o.O"
....That was Mandy. You are so weird, Yue.
Maybe it was late? Nope, she's just weird.AUTUMN! *tackles*
I'M WONDERFUL. I'M EATING A PINEAPPLE FOR NO REASON =D
Yay! That's sounds fun and it makes me jealous!
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Lav [the old me is dead and gone] wrote: "Poems are not allowed."I know, I meant could you do that contest too :D
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Ooh! Yay! I'd love to do it. Thank you!
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Prompt: A torn blue blanket