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Island Paradise Resort!!!
Island Paradise Resort!!! Please join!
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You are walking into your neighborhood, miserable. You just got out of school, and it's Winter Break. You should be happy, but you aren't. you are going to be stuck in your boring house the whole break, with no access to the Chatterbox. This is because you are grounded.
For reading. Reading!
Well, that isn't exactly the whole story.
The day before yesterday, you were reading an extremely immersing fantasy novel. You were in the middle of a very suspenseful part when your parent yelled,"Lights out!" You tried to argue, but your parent cut you off. "I don't care how good your book is. You need to get some sleep." You wanted to scream that they didn't understand, that you simply had to keep reading. But you kept quiet; there was no use in arguing. You sighed and turned off your lamp.
Five mintues later, you pulled your covers over your head, along with three quilts on top to make sure your flashlight wouldn't shine through and give you away. You turned it on. It was supposed to be used for emergencies only. And this was an emergency. A book emergency.
You continued reading, feeling excited. You wanted to scream with giddy delight when the main character finally kissed that girl, but you could only smile silently. You wanted to punch the wall when the main character's best friend betrayed him, but you could only grit your teeth. Then that charming wizard guy died. You dropped the book, shaking.
"Nooooooooo!" you wailed. "No, no, no, I hate you, author!"
Your bedroom door flew open, and your parent rushed it. It all went downhill from there.
"I am confiscating your book for two da-" your parent started. Suddenly there was a flash, and the room seemed to shudder. For a second, your parent's eyes turned scarlet. Then everything went back to normal, and you forgot all about that weird thing that just occured.
Your parent's voice was cold. "You are grounded. For the entire Winter Break. No screen time, no blogging, and no leaving the house."
Now you are walking home, dead leaves crunching beneath your feet.
You arrive at your house and open the mailbox. Something flies into your hands. It's a letter:
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Dear Chatterboxer and Book Lover,
You have been invited to be in the first group of people to stay at the newly constructed Island Paradise Resort! The Resort sits on a tiny island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. In fact, the entire island is owned by the Resort. We are its only inhabitants. You will be taken to the island on a first-class private jet. Once you arrive, prepare to have a world of fun!
Our Resort is made up of a four-story luxury hotel, a beautiful beach, a small amusement park, a five-star restaurant, multiple relaxation areas, three thrilling waterslides, a peaceful forest, and absolutely no murders!
And the best part is...it's all FREE*!!!
The length of your stay depends on the number of people attending. If you choose, you may bring one AE and/or one CAPTCHA. We will pick you up from your home. Watch for our purple limousine.
We are not responsible for any pain, excruciating pain, deaths, excruciatingly painful deaths, or pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows.
See you there,
Island Manager
*You will have to pay for the popcorn.
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You pack your belongings right away, and as soon as you finish, a shiny violet limousine parks in front of your house. You run outside, dragging your AE and(/or) your CAPTCHA with you. The car door opens, and you get in. Before you know it, you are driven away in a whirl of mauve.
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I will let you all know when we have enough people, and then no more people can join.
And you may start guessing as to who I am starting the moment you join.
submitted by Island Manager, Island Paradise Resort
(June 6, 2016 - 12:58 pm)
(June 6, 2016 - 12:58 pm)
He dismisses me out of hand.
Instead of me, he promotes Charles Lee.
Makes him second in command
I'm a General! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....
My favorite line in that song
(September 1, 2016 - 5:17 pm)
"Yeah, he ain't the choice I would've gone with.
He *blanks* the bed at the battle of Monmouth.
Everyone ATTA-ACK!
Retreat!
Attack!
Retreat!
(September 1, 2016 - 6:56 pm)
What are you doing, Lee?! Get back on your feet!
(September 1, 2016 - 11:17 pm)
But there's so many of them!
I'm sorry, is this not your speed? Hamilton!
Ready sir!
Have Lafayette take the lead.
(September 2, 2016 - 9:27 am)
Owlgirl, I hope that you don't mind that we're turning your ski lodge into a Hamilton finish the lyric!
A thousand soldiers die in a hundred-degree heat, as we snatch a stalemate from the jaws of defeat. . .
(September 2, 2016 - 2:25 pm)
Of course not! Who doesn't love Hamilton lyric games?!
Charles Lee was left behind...
He started saying this to anybody who would listen:
"Washington cannot be left alone to his devices! Indecisive from crisis to crisis..."
(September 3, 2016 - 11:27 am)
"The best thing he can do for the revolution is go back to plantin' tobacco in Mount Vernon!"
OOOOOOOOH
(September 3, 2016 - 10:24 pm)
"The best thing he can do for the revolution
is turn and go back to plantin' tobacco in
Mt. Vernon!"
"Aaah!"
(This is the Riddler now)
"Don't do a thing
History will prove him wrong"
"But Sir!"
"We have a war to fight let's move along!"
(September 4, 2016 - 10:41 am)
(August 30, 2016 - 7:02 pm)
I won't be able to post until the weekend. Hopefully over the weekend I can finish day 14.
(August 30, 2016 - 7:04 pm)
Sorry for keeping you wait! But I knew you were willing to wait for it.
Also, I looked back at my last post and was absolutely horrfied at the typos. They were horrendous! Please, forgive me, I beg you!!! I will check it and put it in a spell-check thing this time.
DAY FOURTEEN
"Have you seen Shadowmoon?" Hermione asked as Danie and Mirax sat down across from her. The two shook their heads.
Clouded Leopard took a sip of Spirite. "Maybe she's finishing up a Brain Games episode."
"She's always on time to lunch," Hermione frowned. "You know what, I should go to her room and check." She set her fork down, but Mirax rose quickly.
"No, I'll check. You should finish eating; your food will get cold," Mirax said politely. She left the room.
Hermione waited, striking up a conversation with Danie about something irrelevant.
A few minutes later, she came back with the Manager. They both look very panicked.
Mirax was holding a sheet of paper.
"There's a note."
Hermione stood up sharply, her chair falling back. "Oh my goodness gracious bring it here right now."
Mirax fast-walked to Hermione's table, quickly pushed the plates out of the way, and set the note down carefully, like it was fragile evidence from a crime scene. Which it most likely was.
"What does it say?" someone asked.
Mirax gulped. The note read, in messy handwriting:
Cbers, my Last goodbye is here in this letter. Farewell and good Fortune, and Stay safe. BEHave to each other, aND please be careful.
After the short message, Shadowmoon's name was signed in lowercase letters, with an almost vertical line coming down from the "n," then flattening and forming wave-like swirls.
"She was murdered and the killer hid her body but she wrote this before she died!" Saphira shrieked.
"No, there'd be signs of struggle if she were murdered," someone argued. "She's kidnapped!"
Dang it! the killer thought. Maybe it hadn't planned this so well. The others weren't supposed to know Shadowmoon was still alive.
"But why would she leave a note? It's a bunch of nothing."
"Maybe it's a code," Clouded Leopard suggested.
"The capitalization is rather irregular..." Hermione leaned over the table studied the note, then she gasped, and her head jerked up so suddenly those around her jumped. "The letters! I read a book where somebody left a note like this!" she said excitedly. "Look! If you read all the capital letters...C-L-I-F-F-S..."
With each letter, the killer felt a stone plop into its stomach. This couldn't be happening. But it had to act normal. It had to hide its racing pulse.
"...B-E-H-I-N-D. Cliffs behind!"
"Cliffs behind what?" Clouded Leopard asked. "It's making sense...and somehow it's not."
"Cliffs...Cliffs..." Bumblebuddy muttered. "Manager, are there any cliffs on this island?"
The Manager's cheeks turned a light shade pink. "Well, erm, I wouldn't know." She pursed her lips, looking embarrassed. "The thing is...we, as in me and the construction workers I hired...we haven't actually explored the whole island. I only know about the area where we built the resort and all the attractions. That's why I didn't want anyone to go in the forest."
"You didn't even do an aerial view of the island?" Mirax asked.
"Look, I was in a hurry to get it done by the time winter break started! But that doesn't really matter right now--"
"Actually it does," Bumblebuddy snapped.
"What I mean is we need to figure out the rest of the message! Can you stop contradicting me for one second and can we just think?!"
After a few moments, Mirax noted, "Well, she did a really weird thing with the n in her name."
"Is it a drawing?"
"Maybe it's a river?"
"A snake?"
"A snake spitting out silly string?'
"The stuff at the bottom looks like water."
"You're right. A slide!" Clouded Leopard exclaimed. "Remember, there's a bunch of rock behind the slide."
"She's kidnapped somewhere in "the cliffs" behind the slides!" Danie gasped.
"Well what are we waiting for? We need to go rescue her!"
"It could be dangerous," the Manager argued. "We should wait--"
"No, we can't wait," Danie persisted. "Every second counts. Shadowmoon's life depends on it."
"LET'S GO SHOOT PIES!" MP yelled.
So the vacationers scrambled upstairs to get weapons, butterfly nets, flashlights, plastic chickens (don't ask), and whatever else they thought they needed for the search-and-rescue mission.
And the killer resisted the urge to scream and run into a wall.
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Sorry, that's all for today. But I know exactly where this is going, and what's going to happen. I just have to find time to write it.
(September 4, 2016 - 3:40 pm)
This is so incredibly good! I actually have no idea who the killer is.
(September 6, 2016 - 7:09 am)
EEEEEEEEEPPPPPPP!!!!! THIS IS SP AWESOME!!!!!! KEEP WRITING!!!!!!!!! I MIGHT DIE!!!!! (From suspense and in the story XD)
(September 7, 2016 - 2:45 pm)
Waaaaaaaaah I think y'all might have to wait until the weekend. Again. I know I'm killing you (with suspense, and some of you literally XD) but I'm SOWWWY!
*shields from incoming of paper balls*
(September 8, 2016 - 7:45 am)
Nuuuuuu! How can I wait that long?!
*pelts with balls of crumpled up Hamilton lyrics*
(September 8, 2016 - 2:28 pm)