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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)
(November 29, 2016 - 1:43 pm)
Note: (It occurred to me yesterday that this may be on someone's mind.) True to the classic Ski Lodge, the killer cannot be the Manager or the chef.
(November 30, 2016 - 11:04 pm)
Its not Hermione either. Or shadowmoon.
(December 2, 2016 - 8:01 pm)
Warning, warning, broadcasting live! Let's see how this goes, shall we?
Soundtrack: The Nutcracker. Tchaikovsky=power music. At least, I hope he will be.
DAY FOURTEEN, part six
The door flew open, slamming the wall so hard the feeble handle actually broke off. Clank.
Shadowmoon almost jerked with surprise at this sudden intrusion but she quickly recovered. She hunched over, her long, now tangled hair concealing her bleeding ear and the frayed rope securing her waist to the chair.
"They're here, they're here..." the killer muttered to itself. It stood before Shadowmoon, gripping a...spear? Yes, a spear, and an old-looking one too, with intricate designs carved into its wood.
The killer fixed her in its wild-eyed gaze, and Shadowmoon felt fear start to creep up her throat. No, no, focus, she reprimanded herself.
As quickly as she could, Shadowmoon drew her hands to behind her chair, clutching the earring hook in her left hand and feeling for where the rope was damaged, almost severed in two. She could feel each fiber, count each thread still holding the rope together. Slowly, she picked at the fibers with the ends of her earrings. This was life and death. She was tense. She was alert.
She was ready.
The killer didn't offer her a wry smirk or a snide comment. Only four simple, terrifying words.
"I don't need you."
Not yet!
Eight threads.
It drew its arm back like some twisted sort of football player.
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
Four threads. It raised the spear over its head. Two threads.
A forward flick of a wrist.
I'm out of time.
With a guttural cry, she did the only possible thing left to do:
She lunged forward, the threads behind her snapping.
No threads.
Somehow she was on top of the killer. She could feel its hot, ragged breath. The killer roared, and she rolled off to the side, on her back now. She tried to get to her knees, but felt herself slammed down again. More pain in her head, but that didn't matter now. She threw out her elbow, hitting the killer and crawled away again. A hand closed around her ankle, and she almost lost her balance. She writhed and twisted her foot....it was free...
But the now the killer was on its knees, and it reached for the forgotten spear.
She kicked it out of the way, but in the process, her ankle was vulnerable again.
They were on the floor again, stumbling and kicking and trying to get their hands on the spear. Shadowmoon grabbed it and ran forward, smack into a wall. Wrong way. The door was...the door was...
Oh no.
Back pressed against the wall, she stared at the killer, and the killer face her. She couldn't see any of its features; it was sillhouetted against the darkness, and the right half of it glowed around the edges. A demon, blocking her escape.
Shadowmoon shakily held out the spear, daring the killer to come closer.
Then the killer did something unexpected: it turned on heel and ran out, leaving the door wide open.
Shadowmoon just stood there with the spear, panting, too shocked, too afraid, too unsure to move. She heard footsteps, getting faster, but quiter. Away from her.
She slowly walked across the room, spear pointed at the doorway. Her eyes adjusted to the light, and she could see that the wall across the door was a smooth, unnatural white. There was a distant rumble, thunder. Whatever was going on, wherever she was, she had to get out.
Shadowmoon took a slightly more self-assured step forward. There was the rumble again.
That's when the walls came crashing down around her.
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Whoa, I finished the fight scene right as the Nutcracker Battle scene ended! Talked about motivational soundtrack!
(December 2, 2016 - 10:11 pm)
(December 2, 2016 - 10:12 pm)
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(December 2, 2016 - 10:43 pm)
(December 2, 2016 - 11:52 pm)
I know I've said this before but... You are an amazing writer!!!!!!!!!!
Seriously. This is so good. XD I'm dying of suspense!
Also, this somewhat unrelated, but the Hamilton Mixtape came out yesterday!!! :D :D :D
(December 3, 2016 - 9:56 am)
OMGOODNESS OWLGIRL THIS IS SO AMAZING!!!!!! I just found time to read this, and it is SO
GOOD! The suspense, the tension, your language, all of it, just makes me want to keep reading! (Although I'm 99.8% sure that died XD)
(December 4, 2016 - 8:23 am)
Owlgirl, this is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!!!!!
(December 4, 2016 - 5:41 pm)
Aww shucks, thanks guys! I'm really glad you guys like the story, even those who aren't in it! When I first started out, I didn't think it would be very popular. You know, "just another" semi-good/good ski lodge.
I've been drafting today, and will try to get in the next part in tomorrow, which I believe will be the last, depending on how I decide to divide the story/sup
(December 4, 2016 - 7:56 pm)
Owlgirl, I read this whole ski lodge today, and it's simply magnificent! The way the killer is portrayed is astounding! Man, I wish I could've been able to join this.
Anyway, I can't wait to find out who the killer is...Although I do have my suspicions as to who it could be. Please post the last installment soon!!!!!!!
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Sorry, that was Clover (my ferret) walking on my keyboard. She and PJ (my other ferret) are out playing right now. At the moment she's trying to dig a hole in a pile of books...I've never seen her so focused on a task bef--oh, wait, she lost interest. XD
ANYWAY I LOVE YOUR STORY!!!
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