12/19/2009

Mission "Natural Disaster"



[Blogger's choice: Submitted by Anonymous]

Once, in a land far away from here, a natural occurance happened like no other. In the land of Flumpabumptah, a hurricane like no other, made of Sprite and Dr. Pepper, whirled through Flumpabumptah and knocked down all the gingerbread, milk crate, and plexi glass homes. There were screaming gummi bears, crazed 10-headed turkeys, and oopma loompas EVERYWHERE! There was no way of telling how intense this swirl of soda was going to be. The last disaster of Cherry Coke and diet orange soda left Flumpabumptah in shambles with soggy gingerbread and log cabins floating around. This terrible sight of twisting Sprite, with contrasting Dr. Pepper, was launched from the cotton candy clouds and about half past noon. There was a frenzy and no way of escaping this natural distaster, but by loading in large, oversized bowls. Floaters occasionally sipping at the Sprite/Dr. Pepper concoction everntually landed at higher ground on the neverending pile of dirty socks. From that day on, they have established a new way of life hunting camel and Miley Cyrus. They can never return to Flumpabumptah because of the permanent damage to their village. This new civilization has thrived by istelf without contact with technology.

12/18/2009

Mission "Disaster Date"



[Blogger’s choice #1: Submitted by Anonymous]

So this really hot guy asked me out to a concert of a band he heard I liked. I was soo excited to go and it was a blast while we were there. Then we hit a bar and he got smashed. He threw up in my lap so I went to the bathroom to clean it off and when I got out, he was making out with a random guy.


[Blogger’s choice #2: Submitted by Anonymous]

My mom has a huuuge fear of me dating; she thinks boys are the devil incarnate. So before we were allowed to go into the movie theater, my mom had to take a bunch of pictures of my date to give to the police in case something happened to me! =O It was soooo embarassing.

12/17/2009

Mission "Christmas Music"



With Christmas just around the corner, today's topic for "Thursday's Thoughts" is Christmas music! Here's what you all had to say about it:

"I think Christmas music is for emo people who are in denial (: also I think it is for people who like to eat banana marshmallows."

"Christmas music is awesome!"

"Christmas music is the best =P They don't say it's the most wonderful time of the year for nothin. The music's awesome, too!"

"I am actually loving Christmas music right now. Usually by this time of year I think it has been way over played, but this year I just haven't been smothered by it. Also, I do really want to go walking in a winter wonderland... although I will be snowboarding tomorrow where the olympics are going to be, I'll substitute that for the walk ;)"

"Sometimes this piece of shit music is nice when one is in a good and relaxed mood...but if one has to hear 'Jingle Bells' for three weeks straight at work....it gets old! Or am I wrong?! If a person happens to be in the right setting then it is enjoyable....."

"I just don't understand why it's all so happy. Do people like such happy music?"

"Christ music is magical."

"Some of it is rather reptetitive and overdone..but I do love instrumentals and parodies done by Bob Rivers! :)"

12/16/2009

Mission "Video Game"



[Blogger’s choice #1: Submitted by Anonymous]

Ode to Kingdom Hearts

Oh Kingdom Hearts
My love and my obsession
Through all your missions,
All your near death experiences,
I have been loyal to you.

Why oh why, Kingdom Hearts,
Do you torment me with all your lengthy cut scenes?
Why oh why, was the second game painfully easier than the first?
Oh Kingdom Hearts.

I will always be loyal to you.
Even through the cut scenes,
And the easy, hundreds of tests I must pass to move on.
Oh Kingdom Hearts.


[Blogger’s choice #2: Submitted by Milkshaker]

The Sims 2

I get dizzy as I "dance" to get changed.
My morning routine is always the same.
Brush your teeth, take a shower,
Geez I do a lot in an hour!
I say goodbye to Mum at 8:00.
As the school bus is running late.
It's the last you see of me until 3:00
That’s when I'm coming home staaaaarving for tea.
I settle down on the couch and watch T.V.
And that’s when I happen to see...
A robot destroying the Strange Town.
I jump up, my face in a frown.
Mum warns me "It's only a programme"
"Oh right", I say "Silly Sam"


[Blogger’s choice #3: Submitted by Anonymous]

Sitting in math class
Boys talking about halo
Boring for the girls

it's a Very boring math class
apparently xbox lIve is super fun
accorDing to the boys
who should bE paying attention
and not talking about halO

what is the deal with these Guys?
TeAcher is getting mad
Math teachers don't like halo
they likE formulas instead


[Blogger’s choice #4: Submitted by Anonymous]

Oh, Modern Warfare 2
I just can't stop playing you
I put you in my PS3
and Your shining glory I start to see

My favorite character is Captian Price
and let me give some advice
if you are to buy Modern Warfare 2
bid your friends and family adieu

'cause when you play this awesome game
you will realize with great shame
that me and you are just the same

Oh, Modern Warfare 2 I just
can't stop playing you
I want to play with it in my bed
Hey, that’s what she said.

12/15/2009

Mission "Infestation"



[Blogger’s choice: Submitted by Anonymous]

They were everywhere.

I could hear them crawling up towards my hiding place. I would be kidding myself if I thought I was safe.

I wasn't safe. No. I knew that.

And yet I was clinging to that pathetic hope that I might be. Even as I could hear the scratching getting closer, the pitter patter of thousands of tiny feet coming up the stairs, I clenched my eyes shut, trying to believe they wouldn't find me. That they wouldn't be able to get through the rotting attic door that was my only protection.

But they would be. Rats can get through anything. They can dislocate their bones to squeeze through the tightest of tight gaps. And the thought was not appeasing.

I knew it the second they got in. I don't know how, but I did.

The scratching wasn't all that much louder. The squeaking either.

But somehow I knew. The dark behind my eyelids seeming more oppressive. The fear I was already feeling welling up to choke me as my feeble hope shattered.

I knew I had but seconds until they found me.

I hoped it would be painless. But I knew it wouldn't be...

12/14/2009

Mission "Perfect Crime"



[Blogger’s choice #1: Submitted by Samuel Dinan from Wisconsin]

I was reading a book when suddenly the phone rang. I picked it up and it was my sister, saying that our dad was just shot to death. Then I quickly asked her how it happened; she said she didn't know, all she knew was that it was a shot. Frantic, I asked her if she had talked to the police yet and she said she hadn't. I then called the police when I finished talking to her. The police said there was a mass-murderer that slowly killed of family trees until he had wiped out the entire family. Shocked, I remembered my fiancée--we were getting married in 2 days. I pondered what I should do for hours when I finally decided what to do. I called my fiancée and told her the situation. She then responded that even if that was true she would still marry me. Knowing her decisions are near impossible to change, I agreed with her and hung up the phone. Three days later and I worried for my wife. The murderer had now killed my grandma and uncle, knowing only my wife, my sister, and I were left. I didn't know how to handle the situation. The next day was my dad’s funeral and I hoped that I would be safe around so many people; but alas, a rifle blast rocketed through the front left-hand window and killed my sister. The services for her were on the same day. Coming home from the funeral I knew one of us would be next and I had to make sure we were safe. I called the authorities and told them our situation and they responded to tell us that they would start a full search as soon as they gathered up enough evidence. Days had past and I questioned why the police hadn't called me or the killer hadn't attacked yet. Recapping the events that had happened, I noticed that all his strikes were a day apart or less. Knowing this information led me to believe he had given up his killing spree or gotten sent to jail for something else. Years have passed now and our new baby was born today. When we drove away an indefinite beeping had started. Not knowing what it was, I went and looked for the source. I searched but I found nothing until I turned back to the car and was shot on the spot. My last thoughts were I knew my wife and kid were next and I would see them, and all my family, soon. THE END


[Blogger’s choice #2: Submitted by Anonymous]

The perfect crime would be shoving snow down their throat. They would drown/suffocate

or

stabbing them with an icicle. Either way, the evidence melts.

12/13/2009

Mission "Robot War"



[Blogger’s choice: Submitted by Anonymous]

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there was a planet named Egnaro. On this planet there were no people, only robots who kept people as slaves because of their obvious inferiority. After thousands of years of this, some of the robots stated to feel bad; it’s not the humans’ faults that they can die. A couple of robots started changing their minds about how to treat the humans: they could have rights, too. Those people happened to be really good public speakers and everyone but the robots in the east--who used the human slaves to make fuel so that the robots had energy to work--changed their minds. This started a war, obviously, which involved robots creating new hand pieces to turn each other off. Their old hand pieces were round and could not do that. The humans ,who were very intelligent (considering they had created the robots), used the war as an opportunity to blow up Asia because Asians are annoying and the ones that made all these dumb robots and put themselves in slavery. But since Korea happened to have, like, thirty nuclear bombs laying around the whole world exploded . The end.

12/12/2009

Mission "Cupcakes"



[Blogger’s choice #1: Submitted by Felicity Miles]

Hail to thee, blithe cupcake!
Thou sprinkl'd, frosted sovereign of my senses!
Thy fragrance sweet; thy color rich; thy texture moist but solid;
the gasps of pleasure slipp'd from all who behold thee:
they excite my perceptions of smell, sight, touch, and hearing.
But thy greatest inspiration is 'pon my sense of taste!
In sweet anticipation, I await thee;
thy warm and tasty substance topp'd
with luscious chocolate excellence.
Thou chewy, gooey, exquisite perfection!
How I long to consume thee!
To make thy matter mingle with mine.
I behold once more thy superlative beauty,
and, heedless of propriety,
join thy perfection with my own flawed self,
making complete the joy begun
when first I beheld thy chocolaty magnificence.
Bite by bite I consume thee,
till all thy perfection resides within me.


[Blogger’s choice #2: Submitted by Ali]

cupcake, oh cupcake
why are thee so tasty?
please do not be so hasty
to be so tender and pasty

cupcake you fill me with glee
please, do not flee
I will let you be
soon you will see..

that cupcake, you are the only one
who can fill my life with sun
my sweet sugar-filled bun,
without you there would be no fun.

cupcake, I will miss you
never will I again hear you coo
your icing like pink goo
never will another do.


[Blogger’s choice #3: Submitted by Anonymous]

Oh, cup cake, how I would love to eat thee
All Christmas-themed with your frosting pine tree
My sister baked you with love for her boy
But to devour you myself would bring so much joy

A quick look, a swift hand, and the cupcake is gone
I’m sorry, dear sister, the tastebuds have won


[Blogger’s choice #4: Submitted by Renny]

Miniature cakes
so perfect and small
each time I see some,
I want to eat them all!
Lovely little cupcake
with frosting piled high
there is something about you that catches my eye.
Yummy cupcake, so delicious, its true
there is never a doubt
I'll always love you!

12/11/2009

Mission "Ninjas"



[Blogger’s choice #1: Submitted by Sandwich]

This is a hard story to tell, because it's about dying and vengeance and the monster living inside me. And those are all things I have trouble talking about.

I guess I'll just start. My name is Fredryck Sanrysocheque. I was born in Russia and didn't have much of a childhood. Some really terrible events transpired and... when you’re a kid, you don't know how to cope with intense emotions like that and you end up swimming in a pool of raw anger. The monster was born in that pool. It is a living embodiment of my hate and it is the most terrifying thing I have ever seen.

I don't think I can go into detail about the.... terrible events. But these... events, left my entire family dead. I spent a few years wandering from city to city before I was taken in by an old man to help him with his shop.

A few blissfully uneventful years went by and then another... event, took place. This... event, left the old man and 18 passersby dead. And so I started wandering again and I vowed to never stop. Because I knew if I stopped... bad things. Bad things would happen.

Eventually I made my way onto a cargo ship heading for Japan. We were out at sea for a month and.... Bad things. I swam the last few miles to shore. The ship never made it to port, they never figured out why.

Wandering.

I had to keep wandering. I don't know how.... but word got out about the bad things.... The terrible events. And people started showing up out of nowhere to attack me and... Bad things happened to them. I don't know who they were, but they always dressed in black.

One rainy night I came upon an old monastery. The monks took me in and gave me fresh clothes. They knew me. I could tell by the way they watched me. When I asked how they knew me, they just shook their heads and walked away. I stayed there for two days, I dared stay no longer, otherwise.... bad things. As I was leaving, a monk approached me. He told me that they knew about the bad things, about the monster. He told me that someone was looking for me. And then he went inside and they closed the gates.

I moved on. I tried not to think about what the monk told me. But it plagued my mind. Drove me mad and shook me to my very bones. Who was looking for me?

The answer came on a cold winter breeze and it took my breath away. I was standing alone on a winding mountain road and then... I wasn't alone. Someone was walking beside me. He was dressed all in black, but he didn't try to attack me. He just walked. We reached the end of the path, it led to a large clearing. I stopped, but the stranger kept going until he was ten feet ahead of me. He stood with his back to me for an eternity. I could not say a word. Slowly, he turned and removed his mask. Tears streamed down my brother's scared face.

The monster had given him that scar. I thought it had killed him. He told me about how he had also wandered, but not as long as I. For he was taken in by a group of traveling acrobats who had traveled from Japan and were on their way back there. The acrobats were members of a secret society of ninjas and when they heard my brother's tale they agreed to train him and help him in his search for vengeance.

I told him I was sorry. I told him to kill me. I told him that the monster was rising. I told him that my blood was boiling. He ran at me, and the monster burst forth and I disappeared into the depths of my mind. I awoke in a pool of blood. My brother lay dead beside me, his sword in my stomach.

I write this with my own blood, I feel my breath dragging out past the sword. My heart is slowing. I think it's time to wander again. I think it's time to sleep.


[Blogger’s choice #2: Submitted by Anonymous]

Once upon a time there was a group of female ninjas. I know what you’re thinking: ninjas are guys, not girls. WELL YOU’RE SEXIST!!!! Anyway, they would spend their time learning new moves and trying to keep themselves a secret, but then one day one of them came back saying that she was pregnant. They had never had a pregnant ninja in their group before and they didn’t know what to do, so they went to their leader. You couldn’t see the boss, for it was forbidden. The leader said that they must kill the pregnant one, for she was in no condition for being a ninja and would not be trusted. Once the leader said these words, everyone immediately took out their weapons and started throwing ninja stars at her. Since she couldn’t do a ninja duck (since her belly was so large), she jumped down to her hands and kicked a couple of them while dodging the ninja stars. She then took out hers and threw them at all the ninjas except the leader, who was able to catch the star in her hands. After killing almost all of them there, she ran out the door hearing the words, “This isn’t the last you’ll hear of me,” from the leader. But it was. The end.

12/10/2009

Mission "Ouija Boards"



The "Thursday's Thoughts" topic this week is ouija boards! Here's what Mystery Googlers think of them:

“Absolutely stupid and satanic. As a Catholic, they are things of the devil and will send you to hell.”

“Ouija boards are creepy.”

“I think Ouija Boards are kind of cool, but I heard from one of my friends that they are through the devil and that's against my religion.”

“I do believe that they connect with spirits, which is good and bad. I think that they are something not to be messed with, though, because you may attract bad spirits. My friend claims she once was haunted by a spirit for a time, but I believe that spirits don't haunt people, but locations. Anyway, that's my opinion. DO NOT MESS WITH THEM!!!”

“Ouija boards? Ppssshhh they’re crap. Superstition crap.”

12/09/2009

Mission "Talking Cow"



[Blogger’s choice #1: Submitted by Anonymous]

One snowy, cold night, I was walking down by the abandoned building in my neighborhood. Everyone knew this place was haunted; no one ever dared to venture past the door. Every once in a while, the kids would run up to the house and ring its door bell, just for the thrill. I was always quite curious of what was actually inside the building; I had only heard rumors. Some say the old farmer that lived there created a monster of some sort and the monster killed him and still lurks inside the dark corridors. Others say that the man was a monster himself, but only at night. I decided I would be the one to find out.

That night, I gathered up all my friends and drew out a plan to enter the mysterious house. I told my friend John that we would enter the building in the front, while my other two friends, Henry and Frank, would go through the side door. So at quarter to midnight we crept off toward the house. As planned, John and I entered first. Surprisingly, it wasn't as dark in the house as it looked. The windows were boarded up and cobwebs were everywhere. Suddenly a door flew open, releasing this horrible milky smell. John screamed as a chair went flying across the floor, and he pushed past me, out the door. I was quite frightened but I wasn't going to leave the house without knowing what happed there. So I walked through the door, covering my nose to block out the smell. I descended some creaky stairs into the basement of the old house. A light as bright as the headlights of a car hit me directly in the face. I had to shield my eyes with my other arm. As I peeked through I saw this ghostly image, it was a cow... The cow came closer to me and I noticed that the cow was actually half cow, half moose, with the head and body of a cow, and the legs and tail of a moose. I was in horror. The cow looked directly at me. "Do not fear me human, I will not hurt you," he said. "I do not know why people are so afraid to come into this place. I love humans, even the farmer who did this to me." I had to force myself to speak through my fear. "How long have you been like this?" I said. "Oh, about fifteen years. I eventually died when the farmer did. I hear rumors about this house, none of which are true," spoke the cow. "But you are a monster aren't you?" I said. "Only if that's how you view me," replied the cow. "I'd rather think of myself as quite friendly." I stood there in silence, and discovered that if this cow was truly a monster I wouldn't have survived this long. "Come with me cow, let’s go show the town who you truly are." So the cow and I walked out of the house and onto the street to meet my friends. After they stopped screaming, they also saw that the cow was nice. The cow lived happily ever after, and as the years passed more kids would go into the house and play games with the cow. Everything was just fine.


[Blogger’s choice #2: Submitted by Lauren R.]

Once upon a time, a cow gave me mad cow disease. So, I automatically began talking to all the Mad Cows. They were mad that I could talk to them, so I stopped and they got even madder because they felt lonely. So I ate them for dinner. BEST Whopper EVER!!

12/08/2009

Mission "Cavemen"



[Blogger’s choice #1: Submitted by zachb@zachbolinger.com]

The Mind of Mado
by Zach Bolinger

Mado should have been at ease when Gulor was around. Everything just worked when Gulor was there to watch.

Gulor didn't pick up a spear when the tribe went hunting. Mado recalled his first hunting trips when his chest started to grow hair. The brother of his father never carried a spear, but he barked out signals that the other hunters understood. The pack could converge on an ox and take it down, with only a few injuries, if the right signals were barked out. A man who was too old to effectively use a spear was even more valuable to the team if he knew how to lead. The brother of Mado's father died in a hunt, though. After that, Mado's father started painting his face like his fallen brother used to. Father then barked out the orders.

When Father fell, Mado painted his own face as father did. The same day, Gulor woke up with 12 hairs on his chest. Mado would have to start barking orders and teach his younger brother to be a member of the pack. Gulor had yet to speak. Mado could be forgiven for shirking his training duty.

Mado barked the order that started the day of hunting. Gulor was distracted. He moved slow and deliberate. His level of focus was obvious. The pack was mystified with the seeping motion of his arms, and the straight line he walked, ignoring the paths and hills that should have dictated where he trudged. It was new and foreign behavior. But it was also deliberate, confident, and comforting. The pack followed him. As it would turn out, Mado had already given what turned out to be his last order. The pack followed Gulor now.

Gulor lead them to a spot that felt right. He waived his arms, pointed at hunters, and they moved into position as if Gulor was pulling strings. Gulor crouched, and everybody crouched. A goat wandered among them, but all hunters focused on Gulor. Each hunter could feel what Gulor was feeling. Each knew that the boy didn't want to see the goat hurt, but he also knew the tribe had to eat. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and bowed his head. The hunters snapped out from a daze, and now did what they were trained to do. The goat was surprised. But then the goat was dead. Gulor walked back to the women with his eyes closed, and did not open them until the goat was served. He walked the same straight line that had just led them to the goat.

Mado was glad to have food so easily, but he missed the ritual he had grown up perfecting.

Every hunt was now like this. No wasted steps. A straight line. Stopping and crouching. The prey wandering into position. The hunting ground was always a different spot. The arrangement of the pack was always ideal for how the prey happened to behave. The hunt always finished before the sun climbed to its highest spot in the sky. Sometimes Mado would feel that something had just gone horribly wrong. That he had lost a member of his pack. An unbearable grief would overcome him. He would then be struck by a feeling that everything had changed. The hunters each crouched on different marks. Gulor was not where Mado thought he was. The hunt would go perfect, like every hunt Mado inspired.

Gulor's first word was a barked order. It was the order to start the hunt, and it came in the darkest moment of the night. The hunters still remembered what the order meant, and they were sufficiently surprised by the invocation, and they were ready in an instant to follow the order. Gulor was not at ease. He gave each hunter a mark to crouch on, and then started walking away from the fire. As a goat would walk into the pack's ambush, Gulor walked to the edge of the fire's light, and waited. As the hunters watched, Gulor was felled by a bear. Each hunter threw his spear, and the bear charged the hunters. Each hunter found rocks by their mark, and began to throw them at the bear. One rock hit the bear in the eye, and it stumbled. A spear that had barely broken through his fur caught on the ground and was pushed into the bear's heart. The monstrous beast fell a forearms length from the closest hunter.

Mado felt his familiar grief, and looked around for Gulor to be standing anywhere other than the spot at the edge of the firelight. Gulor still lay in a devoured heap where Mado had last seen him. Gulor was no longer with the tribe.

There is no way Mado's mind could comprehend how Gulor's mind worked. For Mado, the sun came up every day, reached its highest spot, and went down behind the other horizon. It was always in that order. A man could not wander the wilderness, plan his day, and then go back to where the sun was rising. For Gulor, that was routine. His mind was in the future, the past, and the present at all times. He knew where the goats would wander. He knew what dance was going to inspire the hunters to take the optimal positions. He knew the consequences of every action taken or word spoken. He knew the only way to handle an approaching bear that would result in the fewest deaths.

In Gulor's day, many minds developed the way his did. They all chose self-sacrifice when the time came. We are descended from the cavemen who had crippled minds. Minds that were limited in how they perceived time. We have the mind of Mado.


[Blogger’s choice #2: Submitted by Anonymous]

There once was a caveman named Fred. One day Fred heard a woman voice yelling for help and how she needed to be saved. He ran as fast as he could toward the voice to find the woman trapped by a T-Rex. Fred tried to think of ways that he could save her. His best idea was to lure the T-Rex away from her. So... Fred made an awesome pinata shaped like another T-Rex (because we all know how much T-Rexes like candy!). As soon as the dino saw it, he went running toward it. What the dino didn't know was that the apparent candy-filled pinata was actually filled with rocks! When the dino caught the pinata he bit into it expecting to find the candy, but he really bit into rocks. The dino lost all of his teeth and was so sad that he spontaneously combusted. So... Fred went to the woman's rescue, but she was gone. He ran all over the place looking for the lovely cavewoman. After hours and hours of searching he found the woman running toward her cave. What he also saw was the woman stripping off her now apparent wig, and he saw that his lovely maiden was a man. Disgusted by what this guy had done to him, Fred went to the cave to confront the caveman. When he entered the cave he saw that it was Chi-Cha, the caveman gang leader. When he dressed up as this woman, he was expecting all of his gang members to come and save him. Sadly it was Fred that saved Chi-Cha and now this massive gang leader was very angry. He went to the members of his gang and sentenced them all to death. After they were all dead from the poison that was given to them by Chi-Cha, they all returned and haunted Fred from the grave. They told him how angry they were at Fred because he saved Chi-Cha. But what they didn't know was that Fred knew witchcraft and he sent all of their spirits to the black realm. So... Fred lived a happy life after he got rid of the ghosts..... until he got stepped on by the T-Rex’s wife........


[Blogger’s choice #3: Submitted by Zach Hayman]

Little do most people know that cavemen are actually theoretical ideas created by future generations not even conceived yet. Their purpose was to give the people throughout time an excuse for our existence. You see, the people of that era believed in a thing called coexistent times and events, in which something had occurred in the past thus leading to what is today. Some say that this was more of a coping mechanism for the people after the outbreak of the Nerps War. The Nerps War lasted over a millennium and inevitably caused the civilization to become disconnected from their past. In an attempt to satisfy the people a top secret committee, funded by our very own government, was created to developed a set of ideas that the people could study and believe in. This is where we got dinosaurs, knights, gods, and most importantly cavemen. Now, you’re probably wondering why we know about these cavemen if they were created in the future. Well, the people of that time had not expected this, but after creating the idea and embedding it into the very fabric of their civilization it was transposed onto time itself and thus can be known and studied during our time. It's a wild idea that we openly study and understand such a unique idea that was indeed created millions of years in the future.

12/07/2009

Mission "Food Fight"



[Blogger’s choice: Submitted by Poke-chan]

Hi, I'm what some people call a "drumstick.” Y'all can call me Drum. I'm here to tell you a little story. A story of a war between Tofu, a healthy food of the Vegetarians, and Soy, the savior of the Lactose Intolerant. Now, I don't much give a hoot about either of them, 'cause you see, we don't normally cross paths. But this was something that blew my ever lovin', deep fried mind!

Here's how it started: Soy usually stuck to the fake milk sections and stuff, right? Well, Tofu learned how to make this juice thing and was gettin' all up in Soy's territory. This is where a lot of us learned Soy don't take shi--I mean, doesn't stand for that kind of stuff. I mean, I was as surprised as the Crackers, but they never really know what goes on behind the scenes and junk, ya know? Anyway, Soy got pissed.

Tofu was not intimidated and didn't back down when Soy started talking the talk. Tofu is pretty cocky, on account that he knows to-fu or something like that. But Soy had some street fight in her. The pair of them fought and fought. It was worse than the Great Condiment War. Before anyone knew up from down there were Soy and Tofu coming in from all over the world. Neither side backed down an inch, and no a one ever hesitated to crush the other.

The battle went on for years; countless animal-friendly people starved in that time. Finally, it was brought to an end by the Mighty Whole Wheat. It came between the two feuding foods and told them to cool it. He showed them what they were doing, all the harm that was coming to the people who counted on them for nourishment.

They saw the light, and settled for peace, joining their two kingdoms and becoming one.

Moral of this tale? Don't mess with health food, they be crazy!

12/06/2009

Mission "Coffee"




[Blogger’s choice #1: Submitted by Katie G.]

Ode to a Bean

If I plant you in the ground
there will be no beanstalk,
to lead me to a kingdom,
of which mortals only talk.
If I leave you on a table,
to behave the way you will,
There will be no jumping,
no leap to give me thrill.
Instead you sit quiet; brown, dignified.
So many things are there that you do signify.

It was you, you shapely bean,
in your glorious elixir,
that used the magic caffeine ,
as a hangover fixer.
You make my mornings bearable
you make my day pass quick.
The minutes that seem terrible
pass faster with each sip.
You are god-like; kind, merciful.
I could drink your sweet, sweet brew by the bucketful.

To conclude I say to you:
whether instant, decaf or ground.
There is no greater bean than you
Anywhere around!


(Also by same author, dedicated to Phillipos and General Gammon):

Within their jar they plot and scheme,
They are fiendish, those little brown beans!
007 doesn’t stand a chance when confronted
with their caffeinated charms!

It is the world they need and want,
They chuckle, giggle and taunt.
And they can do it, they can…boy, it sucks!
All with the help of the guys down at…STARBUCKS!


[Blogger’s choice #2: Submitted by Anonymous]

There's a small nation across the big sea,
Where coffee is beaten by tea,
It's called the UK
Where I'm sitting today
And I'm off to get a cuppa for me!


[Blogger’s choice #3: Submitted by Nikki Cooper]

As my teacher walks in with scalding hot coffee,
I picture the coffee as me, actually.
As it touches his lips
I think of his hand on my hips
Yes, the smell of hazelnut coffee
Makes me think of him softly.


[Blogger’s choice #4: Submitted by PinkLady]

Oh little black drink how you make me spaz
a little cream and sugar, and I'm all jazzed
You help me make it through the day
I hope this buzz doesn't go away
one cup in the morning to get me on the go
another in the evening, now enjoy the show
I'll got up and down and all around
no I'm not a ho
just give me that caffeine, and I'm on the go!!

12/05/2009

Mission "Aliens"



[Blogger’s choice #1: Submitted by Alec C.]

One cold, dark night, I was lying in my bed wearing a polka-dotted Snuggie. Suddenly a boom ruptured my eardrums, followed by a blast of light, and my bedroom window shattering into thin air. It was my first night in my new 23rd-floor-up apartment. I live alone. I have no enemies.

The next moments were filled with TRUE silence.

BAM! My bedroom door was kicked in with such force, it soared across the room and left a 10-foot gaping hole in the wall, overlooking New York City. I jumped out of bed, and I grabbed the gun I keep in my pillowcase.

"Get back!" I warned.

The silhouette stepped out of the shadows, and my heart stopped. A 9-foot-tall man-looking creature with a large head and black eyes loomed over me, and I was near to falling to my death. I pointed my gun at his head. "Wait!" it said. "I-"

I pulled the trigger, and blasted a fist-sized hole right between its fist-sized eyes. Its eye turned a dead white and the creature fell. I backed away and watched the body fall down to the streets below. It seemed to fall forever. It landed on its gargantuan neck, snapping it, revealing a bloody bone and a bursting blood vessel.

"What have I done?" I thought. I accidentally lost control of the gun and it fell, too, to its end.


[Blogger’s choice #2: Submitted by Anonymous]

The wedding was a beautiful sight. For years the two star-crossed lovers had struggled to find each other and finally their dreams had been realized. The bride sighed happily as she looked to the sky --and was promptly crushed by a falling space craft. The wedding party screamed as the groom spontaneously combusted. A strange red light emitted from the fallen space craft and washed over the wedding party, which was suddenly overcome with cannibalistic urges. But before anybody had a chance to act on it, a blue light followed and they all began to disco dance. Deceivingly cute and fuzzy creatures emerged from the craft. One stepped forward, apparently their leader, and in a deep booming voice demanded a dance off! Two glaringly different individuals locked eyes from across the dance floor. "IT'S ON!" screamed Judy, a 60 year-old astrologist. Mark, a real-estate agent, simply let out a high pitched war cry! Charging towards the dance floor in a fit of madness, Mark broke out in the sprinkler. Judy cackled and began flailing her arms wildly in her own version of the windmill. Mark countered with the c walk. In reply, Judy laughed triumphantly and jerked the most glorious jerk Mark had ever seen. He fell to his knees, heartbroken, a sad cry escaping his trembling lips. The alien straightened up and in one fell swoop barked, "FAIL," and decimated them both. He sighed, feeling quite unfulfilled in his quest to find the galaxy's best dancer. "Let's back it up boys!" he called over his shoulders as he boarded the ship. It was time to move on. Hopefully one day he could find his greatest opponent. One day, one galaxy, one dead mofo.


[Blogger’s choice #3: Submitted by Hailey C.]

Okay, I know it sounds weird but this is true. One time I was in my room on my computer and I went downstairs to ask my dad a question, but he was gone. In fact, my whole family was gone--even my little brother, who had been playing in his room at the time. I looked in every room but they were just gone. After about ten minutes I gave up looking, deciding they must’ve taken the dogs for a walk or something (now that I mention it, the dogs were gone too...). Twenty minutes later there was a noise like a loud clunk. It came from my parents’ room. I looked in and they were there with the dogs. When asked where they were, they looked at me like I had corn growing out of my ears. My theory? There are only two logical answers: 1. They were taken by aliens. Duh. The more likely answer: I was taken by aliens, but I can’t remember it because they put me in a medically induced coma; I was gone for days, or years even, but they were using their telepathic powers to make me think I was in my house with my family gone. It is indeed possible that I am still there. Has anything strange ever happened to you? Even something very small? Your friend talked in a weird voice? Your teacher forgot to check your homework? Your mom’s chili tasted good? The only logical answer: aliens! They control our world without us knowing. The perfect crime!

12/04/2009

Mission "Mad Scientist"




[Blogger’s choice #1: Submitted by Anonymous]

Once there was a mad scientist. He liked pudding. He wanted to create a new invention. He sat in his lair for hours upon hours trying to create a new concoction. He tried making flavors like bug, toenail, watermelon, and even boogers! And he always had his buddy Cuppycake by his side (Cuppycake is a living cup cake). Then one day Cuppycake said, “Hey, you should make me into a flavor!” So the mad scientist threw his buddy Cuppycake into the cooking thing, then WHAM. The best new flavor ever. Cupcake flavored pudding. He ate his best friend (and only friend at that) in a pudding cup because his love for pudding was so strong. The end!


[Blogger’s choice #2: Submitted by rlvsro@gmail.com]

There once was a man named Harold. Harold was a nice guy, but he was very, very short. Everyone made fun of him and it made him bitter and crazy. He decided he wanted to become taller, so he built himself some custom stilts. They weren't what he wanted though; he wanted to be exceptionally tall! So he captured a giraffe and transplanted its legs onto his body and put his legs on its body. Then he was too tall and people were scared of him! So he decided a trip to Samoa with an antelope was the proper way to go about this. He ate many mangoes and threw up a crocodile. He met George Washington on a crowded subway and ate his wig! Needless to say, Harold is now Hannah and lives in a tree next to the Aurora Borealis.


[Blogger’s choice #3: Submitted by Margaret Andrews]

One day a mad scientist was doing an experiment in his laboratory. He had always been odd as a child and hadn't had many friends, so he wanted to invent something that would help fill the hole in his heart and make the whole world know his name. He had been working day and night for two months and was on the verge of creating something amazing. He took a syringe and gingerly let a single drop of the substance drop into the smoking beaker. A cloud of dirty, grey smoke rose up as it landed, and the liquid in the beaker turned a poison green. The mad man let out a groan of triumph and wiped the perspiration from his face. All those weeks of slaving over his test tubes had paid off and soon he would no longer have to be alone.

He'd tried and failed many times before that moment to rid himself of the ache in his heart. Some of his early attempts even were as daring as to go into the world outside of his lab and try make friends with some of the many people that rushed by, but each time someone failed to acknowledge his existence--or worse yet, look upon him with looks of disgust as their eyes traveled from his stained, frayed clothes to his dirty, smudged face--just dampened his spirits even more. "I've never had friends and never will," he'd think to himself night after night. But something inside him told him to keep trying.

The scientist took the beaker and poured it down the mouth of the caged monkey on the table beside him. You could see the colour drain from the monkey’s face, even in the dim, red tinged light of the lab. The monkey began twitching and convulsing on the floor of its cage and then suddenly came to a halt and began choking. After having a fit of choking and coughing, the monkey spluttered out the words "Wh-what are you doing to me?” “Success,” the scientist whispered under his breath, and he whisked the monkey and the cage out of the lab.

The mad scientist squinted from the bright sun reflecting off of the big building. After a minute or two he finally decided to go inside. He nervously asked the lady at the front desk where he could find the head scientist. "Third floor, second door to the right," she droned. When the man reached the office his heart was pounding, but he pushed the door open and quickly stepped inside.

When he stepped outside again he had a broad smile etched on his face. He was going to be famous and everyone would love him soon enough, he thought happily to himself. Now all he had to do was wait.

Over the next few months the scientist was happy as he had ever been. He was constantly be taken from talk shows to science conferences to meetings, and all the attention was finally on him: the man who made animals talk. He had been completely made over and now looked like the kind of person whom you might see sitting in the corner office of the biggest building in town. He was so excited that people were actually accepting him that he had no time to think about anything else. His old, dingy laboratory where he had spent so much time was a mere memory and he had a new life.

Soon, though, the excitement died down and he didn't have any more talk shows to go on and there were new discoveries being made that seemed to interest people more. He couldn't figure out why nobody wanted his autograph anymore or why people were so tired of hearing about how his invention came to be. His hair became long and unstyled again and his clothes torn and dirty. He was running out of money and his agent stopped calling. He would have nowhere else to go but back to his lowly old laboratory. He was nobody anymore and he knew it.

He flipped the light switch on the wall and his old home was dully illuminated, and as he put the monkey (who was fast asleep) in his cage, he shed a tear because he knew all along that it was too good to be true.

12/03/2009

Mission "Snuggies"



Here on Mystery Blurbs, Thursday is now declared “Thursday Thoughts.” For every Thursday blog, instead of giving a writing prompt I’ll ask for your opinions on a topic, and I’ll post them here.

To kick off “Thursday Thoughts,” I’ve gathered your thoughts on the infamous Blanket With Sleeves:

“What is a Snuggie by any other name? It’s a backwards robe.”

“Snuggies, cool concept, may work............make you look like a member of a cult.”

“Snuggies are nice...an innovative idea, and very practical. I totally want one for Christmas...preferably in red.”

“You don't need a blanket with arm holes, it wouldn't keep the heat in too well.”

“One Snuggie is not bad by itself; when you have a group of them…well, there is a reason why they don’t make them in white. A group of people wearing them looks cult-like. Maybe a massive suicide rally or something. So, in conclusion, a Snuggie is like a bad pair of glasses--they serve the purpose but you should not be seen in them.”

“I LOVE SNUGGIES!!!! THEY COMPLETE MY LIFE :))))”

“I think they are awesome. And have you HEARD? They make them for dogs now! Because, you know… they don't have fur or anything.”

“Snuggies are THE most amazing invention of the century; I mean a backwards robe, who could think up the genius? I couldn't, that's for sure! And they are just so comfy... so, so comfy! Gotta love those Snuggies (I own one in every colour! :D)”

“Snuggies are pretty much the most incredible creation ever. They have allowed me to express my true personality: that of a couch slug. Since getting one I am a Snuggie slug and as happy as can be :)”

“I have never heard about Snuggies.....”

“Snuggies… are really dumb. Or maybe they're awesome. The world may never know...unless you can tell me how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop.”

“Silly fad. The only good use is to wear the black ones backwards and pretend to be a wizard! However, if my office does a white elephant gift exchange this year, I plan to buy and bring an animal print Snuggie.”

“I think if you get a Snuggie you should go to jail, but if your fish wears your Snuggie then that’s an epic win.”

And, saving the best for last, here’s an absolutely hilarious Snuggie video:

12/02/2009

Mission "Bank Robbery"



[Blogger's choice #1: Submitted by Emily]

I've worked at Ole County Bank for 20 years. A long time, especally with the tedious task of helping people who don't seem to really want your help--they just want the money. Nothing eventful really happened, until December 2nd, 2009.

It started a typical day. I woke up, put on my slacks and shoes, and drove to work. Out of nowhere, men dressed up like mascots from several different [cereals] busted in.

"GIVE ME ALL THE MONEY!" Captain Crunch shouted.

I shook my head; there wasn't any way I was going to give them the money I'd worked for 20 years to protect.

"We're trying to steal yee cash!" Lucky, the Lucky Charms elf chimed in.

"That’s grrrrreat!" Tony added.

"I will not give you the money," I added calmy--well, as calmly as I could.

"Money's not just for the bank!" the Trix rabbit chimed.

I was confused; it was apparent they weren't armed and this was, quite frankly, ridiculous. "No," I said again, truthfully getting a little bored. The mascots were quite perplexed, and they left. I watched them all pile into a white van and drive away.

Kids, now you know who drives the white vans.


[Blogger's choice #2: Submitted by Teagan McShane]

Mr. Sanders, how exactly did you rob the bank?...

God, was it an awful day to do it. My partner didn't think of that, you see. It was Christmas Eve and we thought, "How bout we just go rob a bank? It's Christmas Eve, everybody will be in their houses, waiting for Santie Claus to come around town, ya know?" But Paul did not think, what if a single man, make that a single old man, were still in that bank where we was robbing? He didn't think of that and that is why he is now dead.

Well on that night Paul and I arrived at the bank around midnight. As I told you earlier, I did not know that there was a man in the bank, so shooting the glass at the front of the bank and accidentally killing that man was not my fault. Well anyways, the man was counting money, thankfully for Paul and me. But Paul and I started fighting and the alarms were giving me a headache, and I was getting real pissed off because I did not want to be there when the cops arrived, and I knew they were not gonna take that long, because they were on call. And that's when I shot Paul right in the forehead and left.


[Blogger's choice #3 (Bonus joke!)]

First thing one Monday morning, a robber broke into the bank, and pointed his guns at the cashier said, “Give me all your money, or you'll be GEOGRAPHY!'”

The cashier laughed and said, “You mean to say 'HISTORY.'”

The robber answered, “Don't change the subject.”

12/01/2009

Mission "Fast Food"


[Blogger's choice #1]

Our children are crying.
They're hungry for food
but we keep shoveling grease
and crispy delightfulness
into their mouths.
It oozes down their stomachs
and into their hearts
becoming a religion
with drive thru services.
Bow to the arches,
so golden and large
we can see them
from miles down the interstate.
Why touch an oven
when a meal in a bag
is just five dollars
and 49 cents away?
And why set a table?
A car works just fine,
or a couch if we're trying
to be fancy.
Come one and come all
to the counter and you'll get
no nutrition, but hey, a cheap toy!
It was made overseas by a child.
A child! A child with visible ribs.
And our rolls keep enlarging
like tumors that we have
implanted so well on our own.
And we're crying, we're crying!
We're so happy this way
choosing meals off a dollar menu.

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[Blogger's choice #2]

This fast food
it's got me goin crazy
can't get off the couch
makes me seem so lazy

someone should sue
that one place
they only gave me
fried chicken to shove in my face

oh, it shouldn't matter
we shouldn't care
cuz I only wrote this
because of a dare

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[Blogger's choice #3]

the over priced
over salted
over limp
deep fried potato

dipped in
the spicy
but sweet
but fake
mashed up tomatoes

accompanied with
ground up cow bits
on circular bread
with seed from an unknown plant

badabababaaa

i'm lovin it.

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[Blogger's choice #4]

Fast food, Fast food
Oh, how you put me in the mood.
You really make my heart sing
But not the crap from Burger King
I'm talkin Wendy's, baby
Spicy chicken sandwich all the way!
Gotta eat it quick, okay?
Because tonight is the night that we agreed...
we're going to stop reading mystery google after we smoke weed
because I'm really stoned but Wendy's is definitely closed

11/30/2009

Mission "Pirates"


[Blogger's choice #1: Submitted by Miyaberry]

Once, on an island far, far away, there was a village by the ocean. It used to be a peaceful village, full of happiness and prosperity.

Until Captain Purplegoatee’s ship paid it a visit one sunny afternoon.

It would be transformed into the stage for a battle so epic it wiped itself from the survivors’ minds, and has only been remembered because a wounded crew member recorded the entire thing in his journal.

Feared along the coasts of small islands and by ninjas everywhere, Captain Purplegoatee, or “Cap’m P.G” as he was fondly called by his crew (but never to his face, because that meant instant death) struck fear and awe into his opponents’ hearts. On water or land, his skill with any sharp object went unmatched. It was said that he could best anyone in a one-on-one battle. Simply because his opponent would be too occupied staring at the small violet line of hair on his chin that is his neatly kept pride and joy; his namesake, his goatee. He kept it covered with a scarf right up until the first move of battle was made. His opponent would be frightened and yet curious as to whether it was actually purple or a really shiny black, and that was when he made his move, finishing them quickly while they gaped at him.

His crew was a bloodthirsty and power-hungry bunch, all of whom he had picked up fighting in bars across the land. They enjoyed sailing and keelhauling almost as much as their Captain did. Which is why that bright, cheerful afternoon was turned dark and chilling upon the arrival of the giant, seven-and-a-half sailed ship, Narwharlicus. Unlike other pirate vessels, this one wasn’t black, and it didn’t carry a skull-and cross-bones flag. Captain P.G. liked to arrive with gusto and flair. And he wanted his victims to know who would soon be dealing with them. His ship was decked out with bright purple, and the flag was neon green with a giant purple handprint in the middle.

This was a pirate who was so feared he didn’t need to worry about stealth while roving the seas. Even the officials wouldn’t come near his ship if it was sighted. And that’s why he got away with the callous destruction and looting of that happy little village. No one was willing to stop him. Then again, there was hardly anyone who was strong enough. The small village was pillaged and burned, the survivors running for cover to the other side of the island. Purplegoatee’s crew laughed and jeered as they ran through the rubble, looting the houses and trampling whatever they didn’t like into useless wreckage. Purplegoatee himself stood amidst the chaos, singing his victory song, as was a tradition passed down to him from his father, Greybrows. He sang as he tore the village's flag down from its pole and raised his own colors on one of the smaller flags that he had made. Another tradition that had been passed down. He had been brought up to announce his presence wherever he had traveled. His father was no coward, and neither was he.

It just so happened, that on the day he and his crew were merrily enjoying an afternoon of destruction, another ship was sailing towards the very same island.

It was Captain Greendreds, a half-brother of Purplegoatee, who had caught news of his siblings’ rise to fame. On hearing that he had once again won the title of most fearsome pirate, Greendreds had become terribly jealous and set out to find his half-brother to challenge him to a duel. On shore, Purplegoatee and his crew had spotted the ship, and were now taking hasty battle precautions. Knowing that whomever was approaching would be at a disadvantage, the crew quickly pulled together to turn their ship so that the cannon ports faced the open waters. With Purplegoatee roaring orders, they boarded the ship and took their stations. The air became thick with tension and silent save for the sound of the waves lapping against the ships timbers. The approaching ship got closer and closer, until Purplegoatee could faintly make out the green flag with the black dredded wig in the middle. Shocked at being faced with his half-brothers ship, he hesitated a crucial moment in ordering his crew to attack.

Then with a roar, Greendreds ship open fired. The purple ship was hit, the crow’s nest exploded down onto the shocked crew before they had a chance to take cover. Purplegoatee shouted for retaliation, which was given almost immediately. He watched as the other ship shuddered with the impact of two cannonballs to the main deck. But a return hit was soon in coming. Drawing his sword, he yelled and slashed at the air as his ship rocked back and forth with the impact of a cannon ball.

Suddenly he was shouting for the crew to hoist anchor and get sailing. They complied quickly, slightly confused as to why he would want to sail in the midst of battle. But once they caught the current and went skimming towards their opponents, it became clear.

They would play chicken with the other ship. The losing ship would be sent to an immediate watery grave.

However, the unexpected happened. Neither of the two captains gave in. Both crews began to shout wildly at their Captains, but it fell on two sets of deaf ears. The half-brothers stood at the wheels of their respective ships, and neither budged an inch. Both were intent on showing the other he was the better pirate. The instant before the ships made contact, two loud battle cries were heard piercing through the air.

An explosion of gigantic proportions shook the surrounding waters. Both fronts of the ships were jarred into pieces which shot out in every direction. Crew members were flung screaming into the air; some died instantly when the ships met. The waves grew large and swallowed most of the wreckage as the back ends of the ships sank slowly, creating whirlpools that sucked crew members unlucky enough to be near down with them.

As for the Captains, no one knows if they survived or perished in that crazy, impulsive battle. Rumor has it that they were thrown at each other amidst the crash, and the force from the explosion sent them rocketing into the sky, still fighting over who was the better pirate.

So that’s where they must be.

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[Blogger's choice #2]

Steve Mcqueen thought to himself about how he and Albert Einstein had come to fight crime together in Heaven. It really began when God came to them one day and he said, "Children, I understand this is Heaven and there is an understanding that it's supposed to be nice and shit, but truth be told it's become a bit corrupt, through no fault of my own." He took out a cigarette before patting his pockets, and saying, "Hey Mcqueen, got a light?," Mcqueen begrudgingly gave his lighter up. "Yes," said God, "So I want you and Einstein here to fight crime. I figured you can ride motorcylcles and Einstein here can theoretically plant a garden so, I dunno, maybe you can get some of the pirates? I dont know, I'm very tired. Now go fuck off and track down some pirates."

Steve Mcqueen and Einstein rode to downtown Heaven where pirates were terrorizing the house of Abraham Lincoln. Upon seeing them, Lincoln shouted, "You have got to be kidding me! First pirates in a landlocked city, now an actor and a scientist are fighting crime? All I wanted to do in Heaven was write techno operas, smoke some hash, and hang with Theodore Roosevelt! But no! Not for Lincoln, Lincolns got to get attacked by pirates. Great. I am so glad I got into Heaven. God, are you listening? I went to church every fucking Sunday. I wish I went to hell instead!"

After this rant, Lincoln had the misfortune to be eaten by a giant squid. "RRRRRRRRRRR," yelled a pirate. "I knew I should have ended you before, you bastard squid! Now you have eaten two former presidents of the United States. Not to mention president José Figueres Ferrer of Costa Rica! Why do you have such an appetite?!"

At this point Steve Mcqueen pushed Einstein off his motorcycle and left. Einstein, left to his own devices, devised a peace plan between the pirate and the squid. The pirate later asked him to be president of his ship. Upon acceptance, he was eaten by the ship.

What have we learned today, kids? That's right, never die.

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[Blogger's choice #3 (Bonus joke!): Submitted by MG]

Once there was a girl who was a student in Mr. Smith's algebra class. One day she decided to be a wise guy and she raised her hand. When Mr. Smith called on her she asked, "Why do we have to learn about X when it's only useful if your a pirate?"

11/29/2009

Mission "Ghosts"


[Blogger's choice: Written by viahale@live.com]


I'm posting this blog to find some help....or to share my story. My house is haunted by three ghosts and possibly one Brownie (a faerie that lives in walls: a collector, likes to steal shiny things to make a nest out of, and to pester humans they share a house with). Anyway, my house is made up of two apartments, side by side. Our side has a second floor, unlike the other. It seems that around the same time every year our tenants move out and the apartment remains empty until someone new moves in. When that area of the house is empty is when the majority of the activity occurs. We've called the police four times in the past three years because the door inside the hallway leading to the tenant's apartment will be knocked on, then it will open, and slam shut. My dad will yell at whoever or whatever is in there, then call the police to make sure it's not a robber or something. The same thing happens all the time; the cops come, guns drawn, search the apartment, find nothing, then leave. Ridiculous? Yup. They must think we're on drugs by now. Another time we had to call the police was when the tenants next door weren't home at like 2 a.m., and my mom was watching TV in the living room when she heard whining and scratching at our door (that leads into the hallway). So she got up and nervously opened the door, to find their dog alone in the entranceway. She woke my dad up and he called the police (sigh) and they came to find that the door the dog got out of was bolted from the inside, and there was no possible way the dog could have gotten out.

In more recent times, after that tenant moved out, my grandmother was painting one of the bedrooms of the empty apartment to get it ready for the next neighbor to move in. She was alone, it was raining outside and all the windows were closed and locked, as were the doors. Suddenly she heard a man's growling coming from the living room, and [it] lasted about thirty seconds. Frightened, she rushed into the room the sound had come from, and found absolutely nothing. Then she went into our apartment to see if it had come from the TV, but it was off and my mom and brother were asleep, my dad was at work, and I was at school. So my mom told me what happened and we went home, and I thought as a joke I would come in, sneak up on my still-painting grandmother and re-enact the sound my mom described to me. I scared the crap out of her, so she had me stay with her while she finished painting. My brother went down for a nap and I had the idea that my mom and I should try to contact the ghosts. We sat on the floor, recording on my cell phone, and when we re-played it, we found this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwxWUcRi92E .

The knock-open-slam thing happened more frequently, so my mom called her friend (who's a witch) to get the old tenant's negative energies she left from anger and stress out of the wood, and to calm the spirits. She went through, sprinkling the windows and entryways with sea salt and burned incense in every room. It worked for a bit, until the really late summer or early fall when the knock-open-slam thing happened again, only now my dad was standing in front of the hallway and heard it right behind him. At that same time I was outside making Lost Cat posters with my little brother Zach, Emily, and Sarah. I had gone to check the mail, which was right outside the hallway, but didn't touch the door. I would have seen if anyone had entered or left. My dad called us all in the house to monitor all the exits to make sure no one left while he called the police outside in the shed. Three cop cars came and the neighbor, who lived in the house next door that used to be the carriage house for our house a hundred or so years ago, came over to see what was going on. We told him what had happened, and he told us it was completely normal in his house for the cabinet doors to open and shut right in front of him, and other things similar to what happens in our house happened to him all the time. As usual, the police found absolutely nothing and left; some officers there had been here before for the same reason. They must think we're insane.

But the more important part of that day was after the police left. Sarah, Emily, and I decided to walk around the house and look in the windows of the apartment. While we were looking in one, we saw a black shadow, shaped like a little person about two and a half feet high, dart from the kitchen into the next room and was then gone. We ran over to my mom, who was cooking something on the grill and were all like, "OMG YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT WE JUST SAW" and she told us to shush and wait to tell her later when my little brother (who's 4) was asleep. So we waited until later that night and we all sat down and she asked us what we saw. We told her, and she said that she saw the same thing at the same time from the grill but didn't want to say anything in front of Zach.

So now, they're stealing our stuff. It started with five of the steak knives being gone. Then my mom's car keys disappeared. My brother's Ben 10 Wii game is gone. Now Emily's iPod that she left here is gone. My mom and I are searching the entire house. They tend to like shiny things that mean something, so we've sacrificed my mom's favorite shiny earrings and one of my necklaces for her car keys and the iPod. If you can help us or know anyone that could/would help us, please message me or e-mail me at viahale@live.com.

11/28/2009

Mission "Superhero"



[Blogger's choice: #1 - Written by agent dbl-0-ninety-two]

Harry Potter, again? I gave an exasperated sigh. One could only put up with so much hero-worship before they puked up their pumpkin pasties. I glared at the fourth group of girls to walk past my table whispering excitedly about the arrival of the Chosen One. This was a library for crying out loud.

I continued my work, trying to find that one quote I knew would prove Redkin the Rude was born January 16, 1338, until a fifth group shuffled by me, almost knocking my neatly stacked pile of parchment to the floor. I managed to snatch them midair, but, by that time, I had already decided a change in scenery was necessary in order for me to retain any sanity I may have had left.

I rolled up my parchment, slid the large, dusty tome into my book bag, and stuffed my quill into my cloak pocket. The hallways were mostly empty, and my shoes made muffled scuffing noises against the stone floor. It was nice to hear the echo.

Towards the end of the school-year, days at Hogwarts get very hot. This is when our house members especially have to find something to do besides study. It wouldn’t help our reputation any to be the only ones locked up inside doing work while the rest of the school spends their time outside playing Quidditch or napping under trees.

I met two of my friends in the Ravenclaw common room, and, after a brief conversation, decided to go down to the lake. We walked down slowly, not wanting to spend too much of our energy, but to no avail. By the time we reached the water's edge, we were all sweating profusely.

I looked out over the lake's glassy surface, and was about to turn back to my friends’ discussion when a ripple caught my attention. I whipped my head back to where I had seen the flash of white, but saw nothing. After a while, I looked to my friends, but noted that they were still arguing about the answer to one of the more difficult problems on our Arithmancy homework. I sighed.

I took off my cloak and shoes and left them in a pile on the shore, then started making my way around the edge of the lake. Eventually, I lost sight of them, and made my way through the trees at the water’s edge. I looped around a particularly large tree, listening to the chatter of birds in the branches above me, then turned my attention back to the lake. The water looked amazingly refreshing.

I looked around, an idea forming in my mind. Well, I thought, there’s no on around now. No one’s gonna see me. Before I could change my mind, I dove into the lake, barely making a splash. I felt the skin in the side of my neck start to melt away, making way for two gill-like slits on either side. I swallowed a gulp of water, and smiled as it exited my gills.

I forgot how much I love water. My feet and hands had already completed their transformation, and I spun around experimentally, marveling at the speed webbed digits provided. After a minute or so of simply treading water, I started kicking, moving further into lake.

The water felt amazing against my heated skin, and I continued my journey into the deep, not caring that all sorts of water creatures inhabited the water around me. As I moved further into the depths, less light could penetrate the darkness, and I had to rely on my watersight more and more. I didn’t particularly like the green tinge it provided, but was grateful that it allowed me to see into my surroundings.

I continued my journey, glad to get away from the world above. It was way too hot and dry for my tastes. The water below was much more enjoyable. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the same flash of white I had seen at the surface. So it was him, I thought, as a pale, grey tentacle emerged from the darkness.

I knew I should have been at least somewhat worried, and had I been anyone else, I would have been, but the utterly relaxing environment I was in seemed to shut out any of the fears I could have had. I turned to face the giant squid, and was surprised to find myself staring straight into his enormous eye. The pupil alone was the size of my fist. I gazed at the creature before me, gently kicking my fins to keep myself suspended at the squid’s eye level. It was not everyday he decided to show himself.

Gracing me with your presence, are you? I thought. Bubbles appeared and rose to the surface.

A chuckle.

Well, I’m not impressed. The squid simply stared at me curiously.

Eventually, he lost interest and turned, slowly swimming away, its many tentacles drifting lazily behind it. It made its way back into the depths. Once he had gone, I paused and looked up, where tiny rays of light could be seen filtering through the green water. I kicked my legs, and began my trek back to the surface. I emerged at the water’s edge, the same place that I had begun my swim. The birds in the large tree were still chirping noisily. As the warm breeze grazed my neck, the slits melded back together, and I took a deep breath, air now entering my body instead of water. I shook my head.

Nope. Never as good.

I made my way back to my friends who were beginning to walk in my direction.

“Where did you go?” the first said curiously, as they reached me, “You were here one minute, and then we turn around and you’re gone.” I stopped and slipped back into my shoes and cloak, not bothering to use a spell to dry my clothes. The heat would take care of that for me.

“I felt like going for a swim.” My friends just looked at me as if I had grown two heads.

“Right,” the second responded sarcastically. “Because swimming in a lake full of dangerous water creatures is a totally awesome idea.”

I just smiled and nodded. “Yep, totally awesome.” They stared at me incredulously, but left it at that, and we began our walk back to the dormitory to finish our Arithmancy homework.

oOoOo

As the three figures strolled back up the hill toward the castle, a lone quill lay upon the ground where they had just stood. It fluttered only slightly, pushed by the wind, until a particularly strong gust lifted it up into the air. It swirled for mere moments before being released and falling onto the lake’s surface. The gentle touch of feather-on-water, though, caused no disturbance in the lake’s appearance.

Suddenly, a lone gray tentacle reached up, curled swiftly around the object, and then dipped back below the surface, disappearing once more. There was a brief disturbance in the uniformity of the lake, but, seconds later, the ripples were swallowed by the wind, and the lake became smooth and glassy once more.


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[Blogger's choice: #2: Written by they_call_me_stanley@hotmail.com]

Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away, there was a superhero. His name was...Salmon Boy. Salmon Boy was no ordinary superhero. His salmon senses were by far the keenest in the entire solar system!

Now, Salmon Boy had a terrible arch-nemesis. His name....was Lord Trout. He was the meanest man in the whole of the universe. He liked to torture the common folk by putting them just out of reach of the world's most tastiest looking cakes; to watch as they struggled, catching the scent of the delicious baked goodness. His evil knew no bounds!

One day, Salmon Boy decided it was time to put and end to his madness. Using his elite salmon senses, he tracked Lord Trout's digusting fish aroma to an old abandoned planet.

"MUAHAHAHAHAHAA!" Lord Trout laughed, evily. "You think you can stop me. I AM THE MASTER OF THIS UNIVERSE!!"

"THINK AGAIN, LORD TROUT, YOU DASTARDLY FIEND!" Salmon Boy shouted defiantly. "For I harness the power of...THIS ROCK!"

"NOOOOO!" Lord Trout cried, as Salmon Boy smartly smooshed him in the back of the head with a rock, killing him instantly.

"Salmon-Boy!" the villagers cried when they heard the news. "How did you know how to defeat him?"

"The same way you defeat anything annoying!" Salmon Boy said happily. "Hit it with a rock!"

The End.

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If you've completed this mission, it's a fun way to see if your story ends up here! And if you haven't, I'm hoping this will be entertaining to read once it really gets going.

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