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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)
That was AMAZING!!!!! LOVED IT!!!!!
Also, just wanted to say something about Hamilton. I listened to some of the songs, and one of my friends is a total fangirl, and now I want to see it SO BAD!!!! But aren't tickets like $10,000 a peice? Have you actually watched it? There isn't a movie right? RIGHT???? I WANNA WATCH HAMILTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(July 6, 2016 - 9:18 pm)
Ahhhh!!! So so sorry! I'm in so many ski lodges, I forgot that I had joined this one! Anywayzers, Brian and Ellak will come. Keep writing, this is awesome!!!
P.S. Cardinal says "xbur". You found the sword of Excalibur?!!
(July 7, 2016 - 5:47 pm)
(July 8, 2016 - 4:16 pm)
(July 8, 2016 - 8:46 pm)
DAY EIGHT, continued for the umpteenth time, and not the last, sorry
September hadn't bothered to close her door all the way. Hermione gently pushed it open and stepped inside.
September's back was to her. She appeared to be still, and didn't make a sound.
Hermione felt a rush of worry. "September, I followed you to see if you were okay..." Hermione stopped herself. What a stupid statement that was. Of course she wasn't okay.
September turned around, and Hermione saw that she was pursing her trembling lips, trying to keep from crying. She held out her arms.
"Oh..." Hermione said, and embraced her. September was shaking. "Shh, it's okay..."
Great, September thought. Another person trying to tell me everything's okay, when IT ISN'T. She started to turn away again.
"...to cry,"
September jerked around. "W-w-what?"
"September, you have every right to be afriad. I'm scared too."
"Y-you are?" September asked, then pursed her lips.
"Deep inside, we all are. People just have a different way of showing it. September, you don't have to keep everything bottled up inside you right now. Just let it out."
September sank to the floor and started to cry, covering her face with her hands. "I'm t-terrified, H-Hermi. One of us is a k-k-killer, and I can't l-leave the island. Th-that moment when we saw the t-telephone pole down, I just felt...oh, I'm just so scared...I thought...we're all going to die. Then Bu-Bumblebuddy's meeting, and everyone was screaming at each other, and at me...I was so dumb in the first place to accuse Sprankje. You weren't accusing anybody. I should've d-done that...but I couldn't..."
"You're not dumb. You're scared."
"Scared! Scared scared scared...this murderer is destroying us, Hermione. Not literally, I mean...the fighting, nobody trusts anybody, well I trust you, and...it's just destroying us. What if we all go crazy and start fistfights and become cannibals?"
"Seriously, we're not going to hurt each other or become cannibals or anything like that. This isn't the Hunger Games."
"But we're going to die! What if it's me next? Or you? Or a CAPTCHA? What if someone dies tonight?"
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Not over yet.
(July 9, 2016 - 4:54 pm)
This ski lodge is such an emotional ride... I love it.
(July 9, 2016 - 6:06 pm)
DAY EIGHT, contined for the second to last time
Outside the door of September's room someone had been lostening to their conversation.
Feeling suddenly intrusive, Marie backed away from the door.
Hermione's so nice, she thought. She wouldn't hurt a fly.
Marie tried to imagine Hermione's kind words were directed to her. For a moment, she wanted to burst in and say, Help me Hermione! September's not the only one feeling bad. Then she shook her head. It was good to know Hermione was somebody to trust, but Marie couldn't go crying to her. She couldn't afford to spill and say the wrong thing.
She walked to Bumblebuddy's room. Maybe she could break up the fight.
But when she heard the yells from within, she changed her mind. She wasn't that brave. Besides, nobody would listen to her anyway.
She decided to go find the Manager.
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(July 10, 2016 - 5:21 pm)
DAY EIGHT, continued for the last time
Owlgirl managed to break up the fighting in Room D5, but she couldn't dissolve the tension as she sent them to the lobby to write down where in the park they'd be spending the day.
Clouded Leopard and Shadowmoon weren't talking. Marie was avoiding Danie, Clouded Leopard, and Shadowmoon. September stayed close to Hermione and avoided Mirax. Everyone stayed away from Bumblebuddy, which she didn't seem to realize. The way she saw it, they were respecting her and giving her personal space.
The CBers dispersed to their chosen activities, wondering where the killer would strike next.
An hour went by. Everything was normal.
Another hour went by. Still normal.
Two more hours went by. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Even more hours went by. Normal, normal, normal...
Until the sky began to darken and the sun started sleepily dipping towards the ocean. The waves seemed to relax, as if they were were saying, Finally, sun, you're home.
And to everyone's surprise, not a single life-threatening thing had happened. The most dangerous occurence was Shadowmoon getting a papercut.
"No murders, hurray!" Vixtion cheered as she skipped into the lobby with the others.
"Thank goodness," Hermioen sighed.
"Maybe the killer took a break," Mirax suggested hopefully.
"Or maybe there will be no more at all!" Danie added.
Clouded Leopard and Shadowmoon even made up. "There's no use accusing each other," Clouded declared, then shook hands with Shadowmoon.
The CBers, AEs, and CAPTCHAs slept easily, and with a feeling of safety.
Except for the killer, who took a long time to fall asleep. Its mind was racing with plans.
For the killer was not taking a break, nor was it stopping altogether.
The killer was plotting.
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Sorry for any typos, no time to preview!
(July 10, 2016 - 8:59 pm)
*gasps in horror* A PAPERCUT! SOMEONE, CALL AN AMBULANCE!
(July 11, 2016 - 8:28 am)
Please don't let this ski lodge die! It's so good!!
(July 14, 2016 - 7:49 pm)
(July 15, 2016 - 10:12 am)
This will not die. I'm not going to let it die, don't worry.
Sorry guys, I've just been busy this week. I've been volunteering at a camp for disabled children. Today was the last day. Also, my aunt and uncle and cousin have been visiting, so I've been spending time with them. Hope this doesn't sound like I'm making excuses...I'm just letting you know that I'm slacking off or being lazy. I'm going to try to write some today. Hopefully I can get it typed out. I have to do paper drafts for this Ski Lodge becuase I can't be on the computer a lot.
(July 15, 2016 - 3:38 pm)
That's alright. I am willing to wait for it. *wink*
(July 15, 2016 - 4:12 pm)
*HAMILTON OBBSESSION MOMENT*
Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it! I am the one thing in life I can controoooool. I am an inimitable, I am an originaaal. I'm not falling behind or running late, late late late. I'm not standing still I am lying in waaaaaaaaiitt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*HAMILTON OBBSESSION MOMENT OVER*
(July 15, 2016 - 7:42 pm)
(July 16, 2016 - 10:50 am)