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"COME BACK!!!"
"COME BACK!!!" You cry tearfully as the dog wrenches his leash out of your hands. "COME BACK!!!" You yell again, soon realizing it's futile to yell any longer. That was your friend's uncle's friend's daughter's dog, and she had entrusted you complete care of him. You'd better start looking for him, then. As you call through the streets, you see a brown streak cross the road and head right for you! It's Marty! Except... what's that in his mouth?! It's the neighbor's cat! No, wait, it's just a cat-shaped note. Grabbing it, you unfurl it to see that it says,
Hello, person! You have been selected to come to our private farm for a relaxing, looong getaway from home. Don't bother signing in, just show up! Max visitors is 24; we'll close the gates when the quota is met. Pack your CAPTCHAs and AEs; we don't want to be bored, now do we? Just pack a few items, and your dog will show you the way!
Signed,
Abigail V., Vacation Manager of the Resort Farm
P.S. We aren't responsible for any deaths, injuries, ect.
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Uh-oh. You've heard of these before. Do you want to risk it? It certainly sounds relaxing, so it may be worth it...
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submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(November 30, 2015 - 8:36 am)
(November 30, 2015 - 8:36 am)
This is awesome!
I think it might be Dragonrider.
(February 4, 2016 - 8:00 pm)
Day Six, Part 3
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12:01, The Nursery
Turgon awoke in the pitch-blackness of the nursery. The farmer's assistant had told him earlier that day that he needed to get his egg into a nice, warm room before it began to hatch. She told him it would hatch in due time, given the correct circumstances, and Turgon was willing to take her word for it. (She had, after all, come out of an egg herself.) Refusing to leave his 'baby', he'd ripped his mattress off his bed and decided to sleep with his egg in the hot, humid nursery.
Blearily, Turgon groped for Sir Crusty VonShelli II. He'd left him right next to his mattress... Aha, there he was. With a tap, Turgon had lit up the small, dingy room. There was his beautiful egg, laying in a bed of dirt in a hot terrarium of glass. It was the only furnishing in the room. Satisfied that no one had broken into his locked nursery while he'd been dozing, Turgon covered back up (needlessly, as it was so hot in there) and fell back to sleep. Meanwhile, however, the others were having troubles with their snails.
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An unlit snail slid out from under the Dining Room's door. His orders were: Get all snails. Easy enough.
It's stalk eyes turned left, then right. The snail inched to the door to his right. Though the snail couldn't read, its master had told him that it was the Bathroom. Funny name.
It slithered up the door, quieter than a mouse. Quieter than ice forming. Quieter than a cat landing on its feet. Quieter than...A feather. Yeah, a feather. It squirted slime into the doorknob. Then, carefully, it dropped back to the ground and slid under the door. It began the ascent of the other side of the Bathroom's door. Gross. Those kids were sleeping in bathtubs. No, those were beds. But whatever.
He stuck himself to the doorknob and stretched the rest of his body to the door. He wondered if he looked like a hand turning a knob. He probably did.
The greased knob turned...and the door swung outward. The servant of the murderer dropped to the ground once more. Quieter than a feather this time. Quiet as a...mouse. No, as ice forming. No, a cat landing on its feet. No---a feather. Yeah, a feather. But whatever.
His stalk eyes reached higher. There were his fellow snails, slumbering peacefully on the kids' nightstands. Eww, were those bathtubs they were sleeping in? No, no. They were beds. But no matter. The kids would soon be out of his sight. Now, how to get the other snails to follow him. A few were huge. Many were tiny. Fragile. Ownerless. They'd be easy prey.
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Thirty minutes later, the proud snail servant returned to his master with the first load of slimy army material. They didn't wake up, because they hadn't been ordered to. Of course, he took a while to push them all down the hallway. And into his master's bedroom.
Now it was time for the Bedroom's snails. His master smiled as she put each and every snail into a large bag, which she stuffed underneath her bed. It's too bad Princess Icicle didn't look under it while she was searching for her shoes the next morning. The CBers would've known in an instant who the murderer was.
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The snail was pushing the hibernating snails down the hallway again. Another door caught his eye. It said N-U-R-S-E-R-Y. Well, he had no orders to go in there. So he skipped it.
I'm sure we can all imagine the murderer's frustration when she realized she'd forgotten to tell her snail to get...the egg.
(February 5, 2016 - 2:09 pm)
I NEED TO READ MORE OF THE STORY!! Your writing should seriously be published!
(February 6, 2016 - 11:40 am)
Top!
(Hey, wouldn't the snails leave little slime trails all over the hotel? That's gross, I hope I don't step in one.)
(February 9, 2016 - 7:24 am)
Actually, the snails have buttons on their shells that turn off their slime. Here's the quote from page five:
"To their delight, the new snail-owners had discovered a notch on their pets' shells, which, if pressed, would somehow turn off the slime so that the glowing trails wouldn't turn the house into a drippy mess. Perfect for breakfast time, when no one wanted to stare at jel while they ate. And... also, the maids were scary and no one wanted to make them mad."
(February 9, 2016 - 10:55 am)
So, for the end of the story, I have to know something:
What's a book that made you very, very mad? If somebody died or something. Like, if it made you want revenge on the author? Or the person who killed the person?
Everybody please tell me.
(February 9, 2016 - 10:59 am)
Do movies count? Because I know in Star Wars, a ton of people that I liked died, and if so, I can go more into detail about who and my reaction to their deaths.
~Poetic Panda
PS On my last post, Firefox said gppy. And now she says zbgp. Gppy is almost "guppy", but I don't know any words that are sort of like "zbgp". Come on, Firefox, you were almost there!!
(February 9, 2016 - 1:04 pm)
Part of Little Women made me really mad!
(February 10, 2016 - 10:54 pm)
It has to be a book--You'll see why soon.
(February 9, 2016 - 2:32 pm)
Ah, all right. I will come up with one soon since I don't have one on my mind now.
~Poetic Panda
(February 9, 2016 - 5:42 pm)
Nothing immediately comes to mind...
I hated the Land of Stories, but it didn't make me mad, I just didn't like the plot or writing style at all.
(February 9, 2016 - 6:31 pm)
l can't really think of any that made me outright angry.
Um...Let's say The House of Secrets.
(February 9, 2016 - 10:08 pm)
Artimus Fowl- The Opal... sorry I fogot! In this book Opal killed Julias Root. I was so surprised and mad and ANGRY! I hope this helps.
(February 10, 2016 - 12:58 pm)
ALERT: BIG AF SPOILER
Seriously. Unless you've read the 4th book, turn back now.
(Although, if you've read the previous post, it probably wouldn't matter anyway.)
THEY KILLED COMANDER ROOT!!!!! WHYYYYYYYYY!?!?!?!?!?!?! I COMPLETLEY AGREE WITH YOU, MOONFROST!!!! Also, it was Artemis Fowl, The Opal Deception.
Emerald: You aren't even in this ski lodge.
Me: I know. Oh well. Byte says wnwn. Win! Win! Who's winning?
(February 10, 2016 - 4:30 pm)
Is there any slot left for me to sign up, or am I too late? Or is there such a thing as Too Late? Is anyone ever "Too late"? Hmmmmmmmmm... interesting thought...
Sorry, guess I kind of started talking to myself there :)
(February 10, 2016 - 4:23 pm)