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!!