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Hey, I came up with a great idea. How about we all write a continuation of the story "Have You Seen Me?" from the October 2012 Cricket League: http://www.cricketmagkids.com/league/contest/winners/110061
I'll copy the contents of the original story here, since it seems like they'll take it down soon to make room for entries from later contests.
Submitted by: Kashvi L., age 11, Portland, OR
“Have You Seen Me?”
I was walking down the road, looking at all the “Have You Seen Me?” posters of Annie Burt, a freckle-faced brunette, who had rather small squinty green eyes. I would know, being the person who was pasting them up on poles, handing them out to people, and even throwing them through open windows. As I got toward the end of one road, there was this strange sight—an elderly lady with mousy gray hair sitting on the side of the road knitting nonstop. Little bits of yarn were falling down from where she was perched.
“Excuse me,” I asked. “Would you mind looking at this ‘Have You Seen Me?’ poster?”
“Thank you for giving this to me,” she replied, taking it and continuing to knit.
I couldn’t contain my curiosity and I asked her, “What are you knitting?”
“Only a doll. Would you like to see it?” she inquired.
She handed the doll to me, and I studied it carefully, noting the look of terror on the doll’s face. The doll had brown hair with squinty green eyes. There was a little red stitch on the doll’s wrist. It seemed creepy to me, so I handed it back to the lady.
“Well,” I said in a shaky voice, “I guess I should be getting home.”
“Just a second, dearie,” she rasped. “May I see your hand for a second?”
Before I could protest, she pricked my wrist with her knitting needle. I felt my blood drain out of my face and I became floppy and numb. There was something inside me that was twisting all over. My pupils began to expand and bleed, but I could not stop them. Yarn of all colors began to wind and twist around me, strangling and choking me. The yarn was intertwining and wrapping around me like strands of DNA. My body was shrinking, the yarn was tightening, my insides were writhing, and then, my vision went black. . . .
I now know what had happened to Annie Bert. I, too, would soon be on a “Have You Seen Me?” poster.
I'll write the first part of the sequel.
"Have You Seen Me? Part 2"
Yet another one had disappeared into nowhere. I wondered what was up as I walked down the street, putting up "Have You Seen Me?" posters of Jean Lee, who had disappeared under mysterious circumstances. The last that had been seen of her was when she had come to pick up posters urging people to keep an eye out for Annie Burt, who had disappeared under similar (that is to say, unknown) circumstances.
And now, it was I, Mason Redgarr, who had been tasked with the job of distributing posters featuring both Jean Lee and Annie Bert. This was a small town, and crime levels were minimal. There were absolutely no legitimate clues suggesting what might have happened to the two girls, and the police force was baffled. Our police force consisted of only five or six people. I couldn't remember for sure.
I sighed, and aimlessly threw a poster. It landed in someone's garden, and that someone, an old man, came outside in a wheelchair. "Hey, you, bushter!" he yelled, his voice sounding weird due to his neglection of his false teeth, "You Shtop throwin shtuf in my garden!"
I ignored him and continued on my way, when I saw an old woman knitting on the other side of the street as I threw another poster rolled up with a rubber band. She was holding two dolls, and they bore a striking resemblance to Annie Bert and Jean Lee.
I froze. Then, she saw me. "Why, hello, young man," she said, in a voice that sent shivers down my spine. I'd always been paranoid around old ladies I didn't know. "Would you like to see my dolls?"
"Uh... No, thank you," I said nervously.
"Are you sure about your decision?" she asked, and then she held the dolls up in the light, where I saw them clearly. They both had terrified looks on their faces. "They like you."
I turned in the other direction and ran as fast as my legs could carry me, frequently looking behind me to see if the old creep was following me, and running several red lights. I did not stop until I had sprinted all the way back home, still carrying a pile of undistributed posters.
Okay, now someone can continue this story!
submitted by Joe Dosie Doe, age 14, Annoying Vortex
(May 5, 2013 - 8:23 pm)
(May 5, 2013 - 8:23 pm)
I read this! It was SO good! I loved it! So, Kashvi, if you ever read this, great job! Now, I will continue!
I nearly collapsed on the front step, my heart pounding. They like you, the old woman had said. I shuddered, and looked down at the pictures of the two girls. I had actually known them, kind of. We'd gone to the same school, though we never really spoke to either of them. But the idea of someone you'd passed in the hall, seen around, gone to the same school as, going missing like that, was disturbing. I couldn't understand why they kept forcing us kids to go out and deliver these posters, if that's how Jean had disappered. I sighed and trudged inside. I wish I could tell someone about this, but who? And tell them what? That some creepy old woman knitting had wanted to show me some dolls had scared me half out of my wits? You sound crazy! It was probably nothing. I dropped the papers on the table, and trudged to my room. If I had known what tomorrow would bring, I probably would have run to the police, told them everything, crazy or not. Heck, I would have welcomed the mental institute over what I was going to discover.
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So, I'll stop there. And I just realized that was about my first time writing from a boy's perspective.
(May 6, 2013 - 1:33 pm)
Actually, see your comment on http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/inkwell/node/113235.
(May 7, 2013 - 1:11 pm)
GOOP
(May 6, 2013 - 2:37 pm)
(May 6, 2013 - 8:38 pm)
Second part:
The next morning, I stopped by the Department of Missing
Persons on the way to school. “Hi,” I said to the dude at the desk. “I’m Mason
Redgarr, and I’d like to quit volunteer work here, please.”
The dude looked a little alarmed. “How come?” he asked.
I thought about my stories as to why I was quitting:
1.
My mom had told me to stop hanging out with
the hooligans at the DMP.
2.
I had recently had an extreme hallucination
in which I was abducted by aliens and needed time to recover.
3.
A little voice in my head had been offering
me a thousand bucks if I quit, and I needed to find out if it was real or not.
I decided to tell the closest thing to the truth.
“Something sorta freaked me out about this,” I told him.
“Hmm,” he said, and I could tell he didn’t one hundred
percent believe that story. “Well, okay, if that’s how you feel.” He picked up
a notepad and crossed something out. “Have a good day.”
I left the building, and then outside, there was the
creepy old lady with her creepy dolls. I froze, and then she took a look and
saw me. She turned away to put down her knitting, and I quietly jumped behind a
bush. I peered through the leaves as she looked up at where I had been
standing. When she did not see me, she made no move to look for me, but
casually shrugged and returned to her knitting.
I waited behind the bush, intending to wait for her to
leave and then head to school. It was only about five minutes, according to my
watch, but it seemed like hours before a girl came down the street. I knew her
right away.
4’8”, skinny, long, dyed black hair, green eyes. My
friend and crush, Sophia Whittler.
She approached the lady, and stopped, looking at her
curiously. I wanted to yell a warning at her, but my body was rigid with fear.
The old lady totally was freaking me out.
“Excuse me?” Sophia said. “What is that you’re making?”
The woman smiled strangely. “Two dolls,” she said, handing them to Sophia. She
took them, and said, “Uhhh… They’re kinda creepy.” She handed them back.
The woman pricked Sophia with a knitting needle, and
she shrieked. Strands of yarn appeared from nowhere and wrapped her up, and she
shrank into a doll. I wanted to scream, but I could hardly even breathe. I
waited for the woman to leave.
Eventually, the old crone vacated her space, and I
checked my watch. Ten thirty-three AM. I was probably gonna get detention from
five teachers today. I ran to school.
(May 7, 2013 - 4:00 pm)
I meant the third part, not second. Sorry.
(May 7, 2013 - 6:31 pm)
I ran down the main hall, but before I got very far, the principal called me into her office. I sighed and walked in. "Would you mind telling me why you are so late?" she asked, without even looking up. "I had to stop by the Department of Missing Persons," I answered. I didn't say what happened to Sofia. I wasn't sure just what I'd seen. But I knew that by tomorrow, she'd be on another Have You Seen Me? poster. The principal just waved her hand, dismissing me. By that time, first period was out, so I simply joined the throng of kids heading toward their next class.
The whole day went by in a blur. All I could think about was the creepy old woman, and what she'd done to Sofia. How many more people will disappear? Why does she want them? Should I tell someone? Tell them what? They'd think I'm a lunatic! I thought on my walk home from school. I was so deep in thought, I didn't notice till I bumped into her. The old woman who kidnapped Sofia. "Well, hello dear!" she said. She was carrying a woven basket full of yarn, and her knitting needles. My heart pounded. "Would you like to see my dolls now?" she asked, pulling out her knitting needles. "NO!" I nearly shouted, then I bolted down the street, through my front door, and into my room. I needed to prove what that woman really was, and somehow free those girls.
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So, taday! And JDD, I would like to request your and Daffodil's help, for Theo and I are attempting World Domination! Red has also formed his army, and Theo and I need followers! Please join!
(May 8, 2013 - 6:18 pm)
I WILL!!!
(May 9, 2013 - 2:37 pm)
Merci, Daffodil! We have, like, no one on our side. Though, we haven't explained it clearly though. We are basically striving for a better, CBer led future. We call it World Domination, but really, it's better leadership. You can write in under the World Domination thread! We need help.
(May 9, 2013 - 5:45 pm)
Admin, can we send letters to the Letterbox pretending to be ficticional characters from books/movies, and if we send them, will you actually print those letters?
My, you certainly come up with the hypothetical situations! We'll have to discuss it, but it will be at least a few weeks. The other two Admins are out for a while. Generally, I think letters should be signed by the people who wrote them. Letterbox is for letters from readers, not for a pretend game. And we can never say in advance for sure that we'll print any one letter. We get way more than we have room to print.
Admin
(June 14, 2013 - 8:22 pm)