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Chatterbox: Pudding's Place
You sit down
You sit down on a bench. You love the park! It's peaceful, it's beautiful, and most of all, it's quiet. There is greenery all around you, and the flowers and grass sway just a little in the breeze. You inhale the sweet scent of the air--fresh, cool leaves, with just a hint of flowers and honey. The sky is as blue as an aquamarine gemstone, dotted with cheerful, puffy clouds sitting here and there.
As you relax, a curled, green leaf comes spiraling down to you from an overhead tree. It lands in your lap. You unfurl it, and to your surprise, a little scroll falls out. As you unroll it, it gets bigger and bigger until you can read the words on it.
"Dear Chatterboxer," it reads,
"You are invited to a vacation to a place unlike any other--A trip to fairyland! And there will be absolutely no murders! 100% guaranteed. Well, more like 99%.
But anyways, one of our fairies will take you all around the place--Around this magical, exciting world! You will love it. Cool attractions. Beautiful plants. Amazing food! Fairy brownies taste divine! Perfectly sweet and yet not heavy, the little cakes will be the best thing that you every tasted. But beware--Do not drink anything. When offered a cup of nectar, or a glass of fairy wine, refuse, no matter how good it smells. One sip and you are stuck there for eternity!
Pack your bags quickly--The fairy will stop by at your house to pick you up no later than tomorrow! Alter Egos and CAPTCHAs are invited! Make sure to bring water, unless you want to go the whole trip without drinking!"
"This sounds amazing!" you say to yourself. "I want to come!" And with that, you stand up from the bench and start off towards home.
submitted by Queen of Fairyland
(June 5, 2016 - 12:18 pm)
(June 5, 2016 - 12:18 pm)
Owlgirl, thanks for topping this.
(July 9, 2016 - 12:30 pm)
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(July 15, 2016 - 6:03 am)
(July 15, 2016 - 6:03 am)
Hey guys! I know that a new day is looong overdue.
But the thing is, I don't know what to write.
Any ideas????
(July 15, 2016 - 2:44 pm)
Um... let me think of fantasy stuff... dragons, maybe?
(July 15, 2016 - 6:10 pm)
If you wanted, Mei, we could help you co-write. Just, you know, until you have some free time! ;D
(July 16, 2016 - 5:17 pm)
(July 23, 2016 - 3:10 pm)
(July 23, 2016 - 3:11 pm)
AN: HAB, I have no idea if you take Spanish or not, I just made up that you know that language. Is that okay?
AN #2: I have a hintie. . . Hidden somewhere. . .
AN #3: AN stands for Author's Note.
DAY ONE PART TWO
“The RedDragon Stable!!!” He announced.
“What’s that?” asked Sir Richard.
“Here.” Selidore walked around, handing out pamphlets.
The cover read:
Welcome to the RedDragon Stable!
Underneath those words was a picture of a crimson creature with an imp riding on top of it, smiling a cheesy, cheesy smile.
Donut flipped it open.
The inside of the brochure contained more pictures of smiley faces, red dragons, pictures of stables, and fun facts about redDragons. Like the imp’s smile, they were rather cheesy. Here’s an example:
Did you know that redDragons can fly 10 miles per hour? Sooooooo awesome!
Did you know that redDragons love flying more than ANYTHING?! It’s true!
Sprankje leaned over to whisper to Mirax. “If the quality of this stable is anywhere near as bad as this pamphlet, I’m not coming.”
“Shush,” replied Mirax.
Hype, however, was watching Mei closely. Why was she looking around like that? Why had she finished reading the pamphlet so fast?
“Everyone finished reading?” yelled Selidore after a while. Marie rolled her eyes.
“Yes.” She said.
“Almost!” replied Bluebird.
“Yeah,” grumbled Shado.
Owlgirl didn’t answer.
. . .
Anyways, you get the point.
“Well, Rojo should be here any minute to come pick us up!” the cheerful elf continued.
“Who is Ro-ho?” asked Remus.
“Rojo. R-O-J-O. You’ll see.”
“Rojo means red in Spanish,” added hotairballoon.
“You know Spanish?”
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Perfect, thought the murderer. I can easily feed someone to a dragon. Maybe HAB?
No, no, not hotairballoon. He’s mentioned that he always dies in ski lodges. Maybe September. . . No, Marie thinks she’s the murderer.
Oh! An idea suddenly came to her. She knew exactly whom to kill.
Leafpool.
(July 17, 2016 - 11:35 am)
*sheds feather cloak, revealing a detective outfit complete with the Sherlock Holmes hat*
Aha! The culprit is female! You said SHE. So it's not Sir Richard or HAB or any boy. Oh no, that means it could be me. But then again, I was devestated by Umbridga's death...unless I faked my sorrow. I do take theater. However, I'm not a murderer. UNLESS I AM. Wait what. THIS IS CONFUSIIIIING.
*throws down detective hat*
There are plenty of other females anyway.
Uh oh, Leafpool, looks like you're toast. With butter and jam. Wow, that was corny. I wonder how Leafpool dies.
(July 17, 2016 - 2:35 pm)
Dang it. . . The italic didn't show. . .
(July 17, 2016 - 2:58 pm)
Leafpool!
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