"COME BACK!!!"

Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

"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)

back to the Pudding's Place

@Mei--Here are my top-secret tips! (Or are they tip-secret tops?) There's this really amazing writing course that Moonfrost and I took last school year (Can you believe school is already starting again?? Ours starts as early as tomorrow!) called IEW, which stands for the Institute for Excellence in Writing. It helped my writing immensely. It's super amazing. It is a video course, and I would reccommend it to anyone who loves writing and wants to improve. It teaches you a concept, lets you practice for a while, and then it builds on what you already know. (Someone named Andrew Pudewa founded/teaches it.)

On top of that, to make sure I don't forget details or stray from the plot, I keep a chart in my notepad that has all the important events lined up. That way, all I have to do is fill in the blanks! Every day has an important event, and all I do is add details and extra character-building moments.

Another thing I like doing is, when I read books, I observe certain phrases that sound good, and incorporate them in my writing. I used to keep a list of interesting words and use them, too, until I had a bunch memorized.

I hope these helped!

P.S. Everyone, there's a new post coming tomorrow. 

submitted by Micearenice/NEW POST, age :D :D :D, @EverybodyWhoHasn'tReadIt
(July 25, 2016 - 5:33 pm)

Thank you! I'll check it out.

submitted by Mei-xue (May-shreh), Fairyland
(July 26, 2016 - 6:50 am)

Yay, new installment! I'm glad this hasn't died!

submitted by hotairballoon
(July 26, 2016 - 7:31 am)
@Dragonrider: I actually let Moonfrost pick out the name for Jack, and come to think of it, she had been reading Magnus Chase! PS What would you like to name Turgon's dragon? 
"Are you ready?" the farmer's assistant asked quietly. Previously, they had discussed how they would set the CAPTCHAs, who would have mirrors to flash if trouble was spotted, as sentries on the window. The strike force would ride on the warthogs Spyro had trained, warding off attackers with the ferocious pigs. They had two bicorns, the only ones left that the murderer hadn't stolen, and those were naturally protective over those who feed them. The CBers had fed them before setting off. The group would gallop down to the breedery, shut and lock the door, and set up a plan after observing the layout. All this, apart from the sentry segment, had been discussed from the safety of the back room, where only the strike force would know their plans. If, by any chance, they'd chosen the murderer to be a part of their group, she wouldn't have any way to signal her animals without showing her true colors. 
They waited now by the front door, ready to head out. Much to the maids' displeasure, they'd brought their precious animals through the house. The bicorns had an unpleasant, earthly smell about them, and the warthogs were plain nasty. OtR reminded herself to stay away from Agatha for a few days and let her cool down.
"I guess so," Moonfrost said timidly.
"Remember the plan," the farmer's assistant warned.
"Yep, I've got it all in my head," maintained Spyro.
"Let's go!"
The farmer's assistant threw open the door, letting in a warm breeze. The CBers shivered; not out of cold, but of nervous excitement, mounted their rides, and assured themselves that they were in this together--that no one would get left behind.
The farmer's assistant took the lead. Her warthog obeyed her commands perfectly and trotted down the brick stairs. The gusty wind whipped the trees of the forest back and forth, and, sweeping the farm with her sharp vision, the farmer's assistant signaled that the coast was clear. Moonfrost, Spyro, Turgon, Shadow Dragon, Poetic Panda, and Over the Rainbow trotted out after her.
Their leader set a clear course to the driveway. Stocky as their warthogs were, the farmer's assistant had told the CBers that they'd be more able to ward off enemies on the somewhat flat, sloping concrete.
A gentle, soft whistle tweeted through the air from the direction of the house. It was the lone sound that made the CBers nervous, as they realized that there was no other sound to be heard except for that mournful trill. The air was windy, yes, but the trees and grass shook silently. It was as if the world was on mute. Too many times had danger occured on a silent day. The strike force knew that the sense of foreboding gathering in their stomachs was well warranted. Something bad would shatter the silence like it always did.
To distract themselves, the six chatterboxers focused on other things. Not disposing of their caution, they observed their surroundings and all the little details that might come in handy for catching rival animals. The wind was blowing into their face, but it would occasionally switch direction and push its way to the forests. The CBers also noticed that their warthogs had an odd, waddling gait--possibly because they were fat and possibly because they had people sitting on them. Whatever the case, it caused them to walk slowly. This added to the tension, because Spyro hadn't accounted for the fact that his intimidating students would walk so very excruciatingly slowly! After three minutes, they were only halway to the breedery, and still no enemies had been spotted.
The farmer's assistant broke the silence. "I see no animals," she confirmed. "Are they just going to make us go to them? This could spell bad news for us--they may be waiting in ambush."
The farmer's assistant knew that at any moment they could leave the warthogs behind and run to the breedery. But the crude armor Puck had hurriedly fitted them with was indispensible. When rammed on a certain spot (the shoulders), the cardboard armor would expel a net. Multiple capsules dotted the great pigs. The farmer's assistant was beginning to worry that they might not need the nets. Would it even be worth it to go hunting for the animals?
Suddenly she whipped around. Shadow Dragon didn't have a warthog, and was following behind on all fours. "Shadow!" The farmer's assistant hissed. "Scout for us--find some animals! And be stealthy about it!"
Shadow Dragon nodded and took flight. The air swirled where she had taken off, blowing the bicorns aside, and she flew up into the air and ahead. Another lone whistle--this one louder and bouncing from high-pitched to low-pitched, resounded across the land. The five CBers looked around warily, as they were almost to the breedery, and something told them that bad things lurked. How odd that nothing interesting was going on. It was scary.
The farmer's assistant's brain was going a mile a minute. Intimidation is the best weapon, she thought grimly. And I know what that whistle was for.
She said nothing, however, while they were vulnerable out in the open. When the CBers reached the breedery without any trouble, they tromped through the dusty parking area and pushed open the door. Fear racked their insides--this was where Cho and the Abigails died! Not to mention crazy CAPTCHAs lived there!
When everyone was inside, save for Shadow, the farmer's assistant closed and locked the door.
The dim lobby of the breedery greeted them. Claw marks scored the wall, and bits of sheetrock crumbled at the base of the door. The carpet was mostly intact, save for a few large scratches coming from behind the front desk. Once-cozy waiting room chairs lay on their sides, cushions opened and spilling stuffing. The most ominous signs that told them no one had entered there since Abigail V. and Cho Chang were killed were the papers scattered on Abigail's desk, and her pen, untouched, still in the middle of signing her name on a document. The six people chose a spot clear of debris and, still standing, the farmer's assistant began to speak.
"Okay, did anyone else hear that whistle?" she asked in a rush.
"Yeah, that creepy whistle that came around twice?" the CBers answered, shivering, taking all the horrible sights of the lobby in.
"Mhm. Wanna guess what it was for?"
The CBers already knew. But it was well worth answering her in case their fears were wrong.
"The murderer was signaling her animals, wasn't she?" Poetic Panda spoke for all of them.
"That's what I was thinking," the assistant whispered nervously.
"I was expecting lions to rush us at any minute!" Over the Rainbow cried.
"Or maybe they're waiting outside the door," Spyro mused, stroking a bicorn distractedly. It nuzzled his shoulder happily, looking for treats.
"Or they're hiding," suggested the farmer's assistant. A dark look passed over her face. "People make me so mad sometimes."
"You're telling me!" Turgon exclaimed. "One of our own is doing all this!"
"I know," Moonfrost sighed. Jack tingled in her grasp, sending jolts of energy through her. "It's disheartening, really. More than that. The question is why she's doing it."
"Yeah, but nothing comes to mind!" Panda despaired. It was obvious they'd thought of this many times before. The six sat down and waited for a thought--anything from a plan as to what to do to a good reason why one CBer, perfectly disguised, was doing these terrible things. It must've been five long, fruitless minutes before something happened.
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(July 26, 2016 - 9:44 am)
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(July 26, 2016 - 4:15 pm)
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(July 27, 2016 - 7:59 am)
A knock sounded on the iron door, surprising the CBers and causing the farmer's assistant to instinctively morph into a griffin. After a few desperate heartbeats, the CBers realized that the murderer wouldn't kindly knock on the door and ask to come in--it was probably just Shadow Dragon. So Poetic Panda crept over to the door, unlocked it, and cracked it open an inch. She saw a shadow, but that was it--nothing more, nothing less. Just a shadow; a shade; a dim discoloration of the ground.
Startled, Panda slammed the door. She locked it, and turned around. "There was nothing," she explained. But then she thought about it, and realized that there had been something. There was nothing that the shadow had seemed to belonged to. So maybe something was the shadow. "Well, actually, I did see a--an out place shadow," she stammered awkwardly, wincing at how weird the words souned outside of her head. "It was probably nothing," she second-guessed.
"Awwk--Awwtikl look," the farmer's assistant struggled to say as she made the transformation back to human. Poetic Panda gratefully joined the others at the far end of the room, poised to run through the open door that was on the left side of the room in case the shadow wasn't friendly.
The farmer's assistant cautiously opened the front door to reveal...Shadow Dragon, standing impatiently at the step. She raised her eyebrows irritably, looking past the assistant and at Poetic Panda, who offered a guilty half smile.
The dragon CBer squeezed through the doorway, grunting as she tried not to bend the narrow opening. "Well," she managed, finally getting her wings through the gap in the wall with the help of the farmer's assistant, "do you want to know what I saw?"
Shadow's friends eagerly nodded their heads. Over the Rainbow motioned for her to sit down on the carpet next to her, and, gladly obliging, Shadow began the report.
"So, I flew off; you saw that, and then I looked everywhere, I'm telling you everywhere around the house, but I saw not a single living thing out there. Not one living thing. Well, if grass and trees count, I saw those, but you know what I mean."
The farmer's assistant looked distressed. "Just as I thought. The murderer's hiding from us!"
"What do you mean?" Shadow inquired curiously.
"I mean, she won't let us capture her animals! Who knows where they could be now!"
"Well, there are many places I didn't check," the dragon offered. "I could go check them for us."
"No, Shadow, that's very kind, but I can't have you running off into more danger. Plus, there are always going to be more places to check on this farm. It's bigger than you'd think."
"Well, are we just going to sit here?" Moonfrost asked. "We need to do something! Jack, do you--Oh, he says he has an idea. He thinks they're more likely at the barn or in the murderer's hideout."
"Oh! Let's go to the hideout first!" Spyro said excitedly. "I can tell Hotairballoon all about everything and how I'm in charge now!"
"Nuh uh uh," the farmer's assistant scolded. "You're not in charge. You are head of a small group."
"Yeah, but I'm still in charge of something," Spyro repeated gleefully. The farmer's assistant rolled her eyes.
"No, we are not going to the murderer's hideout," she decided firmly. "I won't allow you into any more danger. Just think! The murderer could sneak out and corner us all in there! Or she could make her animals attack us while we were snooping! The possibilities are endless. The risk is too high. Now, going to the barn is another story. I'd be willing to allow us to go there."
This idea was accepted with much excitement, and the farmer's assistant went over a few key points before they all set off once more.
While they walked, Poetic Panda approached Shadow Dragon. "Hey Shadow Dragon, I slammed the door on you because you looked like a shadow," she apologized.
"What are you talking about?" Shadow Dragon answered.
"Er...Nevermind. I'll tell you later."
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The murderer's animals--seven lions, four bicorns, untold scores of parrots and hippos and other strange magical creatures that spilled into the darkest depths of the barn where more snails lurked--were hiding just inside the barn. Only they understood their master's whistle-language, and as they sat there with orders to attack only if provoked, they listened intently so they'd be ready for more orders at a moment's notice. Their master would be pleased and give them treats if they obeyed. They didn't know right from wrong; they simply did what their minds told them to do, and their minds had been trained to react to certain sounds. And it was when the CBers crossed the driveway that they heard a key sound: Voices.
The animals tensed. The lions were at the front of the herd, where they'd been taught to always stay, and, with muscles bunched, they anticipated the opening of the secret door that led into the barn. The voices grew closer. Then they stopped and the lions could hear soft swishes that informed them that their prey was on the fresh green grass. The rustles grew louder and the next row of animals--large black raptors--could sense something getting near. The CBers had no knowing what awaited them.
submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(July 27, 2016 - 8:32 am)

Ooh, suspense!!!!

submitted by Mei-xue (May-shreh) , Fairyland
(July 27, 2016 - 3:58 pm)

This is sooooooo cool.

submitted by Gared
(July 27, 2016 - 10:56 pm)

@Farmers Assisstant/Micearenice-

Your story is AMAZING!!! I'll think of a name for Turgon's dragon. :) 

submitted by Dragonrider
(July 28, 2016 - 9:18 am)
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