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Jul-1-2012 17:42

Summer is in full swing, one and all! In honor of this long-awaited time of year, and the slow but steady revival of our beloved community, Dawn of the Dead Agency is putting forth a Summer Story Competition! Much like the Holiday Writing Competition Wish Upon a Star sponsored in 2009, our entrants must adhere to a simple set of rules for their entry to be considered by our dishonorable judges, otherwise known as the zombies of the beloved Dawn of the Dead Agency. The rules are as follows!

1. The story must have a summertime theme. This is a broad spectrum, involving anything one might do on summer vacation or a nice summers day.

2. Entries MUST USE- I repeat MUST USE, all of the listed elements somewhere in their story, although no particular order is required.
The elements are as follows:

-A red kazzo
-a comically large margarita
-an underinflated beach ball
-a blue checkered picnic blanket
-a brilliant display of fireworks
-a very sunburned uncle
-sand between your toes
-a hammock
-a pirate in a hawaiian shirt
-a parrot that only sings medleys of Cher songs
-a fanny pack
-a mysteriously abandoned bikini top
-a sinister volleyball
-three coconuts
-a bottle of Maui Babe suntan lotion

*Once again, you must use all of these items somewhere in your story, wherever and however you see fit.

3. Entries have a 2 post limit (about 4000 characters).

4. Prize will be a special custom item selected by Dawn of the Dead!

5. Have fun with it!

We hope to see a lot of entries from our sleuth community! The contest will run until Saturday, July 14th at which point our agency will begin judging entries!

Happy writing, all!

Jul-3-2012 12:42

As I hastily made my escape, I tripped over a mysteriously abandoned bikini top lying on the sand. I exclaimed the necessary profanities as my face was plunged headfirst into a busty brunette swinging in a makeshift hammock. And when I say busty, I mean BUSTY. She held a comically large margarita in one hand. With the other, she was rubbing a bottle of Maui Babe suntan lotion all over not one, not two, but all three of her lady coconuts. Whilst I was momentarily sandwiched in between two of the triplets, she began to apologize profusely about her discarded top, and proceeded to animatedly explain its futility in covering her superfluous nipple.

I wrenched myself free, appearing a bit haggard with hair all askew, and stumbled aimlessly along the beach. A voice called out my name, and I looked to my right to see my very sunburned uncle waving at me from a distance. He was clad in only a thong and a backwards fanny pack, which in truth was rapidly shrinking as it made its way into the crevices of his fanny. But my goodness, I had never been so happy to see his gelatinous form before in my life! As if on cue, a brilliant display of fireworks lit up the then-darkened sky.

That was the last time I ever went to the beach.

Jul-3-2012 14:07

Hahahahaha! Nice.

Jul-3-2012 15:36

Hahahahaha!

Jul-3-2012 16:47

LOL

Jul-3-2012 19:38

Love it!

Jul-3-2012 20:40

Wants to know who mysterious poster is.

Jul-3-2012 20:50

You cant guess Nic? Haha i know who it is.

Jul-4-2012 07:42

I know who this is

Jul-5-2012 10:06

Well done everyone especially Vulkie considering that English is not her mother tongue. Shows spunk and determination on her part :-)

Jul-7-2012 14:57

Casey was trying to convince herself to get up after relaxing in her hammock when her sister Amy marched up looking angry.
"You owe me a new ball!" she proclaimed holding up an under inflated beach ball.
"Why do I owe you a new beach ball because yours is under inflated?" Casey wanted to know.
"Because it's your cat's fault. She clawed my ball, and now it has a slow leak."
"All right, I'll replace your ball," Casey said, "but not now. Right now I have to head over the beach for the volleyball game with my friends. She pulled herself out of the hammock, grabbed the bag with her beach gear, and headed for her car.
Thirty minutes later Casey had arrived at the beach. She went into a changing room and put on her bathing suit. As she exited the changing booth she stepped on something and looked down to see what it was. It was a bikini top. Since Casey was the only one around, the bikini top appeared to have been mysteriously abandoned. She ignored it and continued walking down the beach, smiling as she felt the sand between her toes. Further down the beach Casey spotted a woman carrying three coconuts. The woman brought her coconuts over to large blue checkered picnic basket and put them inside. Casey found the woman's behavior odd, but she decided it didn't matter and continued walking to meet her friends.
As Casey got closer and could see her friends practicing. She also saw a volleyball with what appeared to be a face drawn on it sitting on a towel. She approached her friend Laura and asked about the ball with the face.
"That's my fault," Laura told her. "I watched 'Cast Away' last night, and I wanted to draw a face on my volleyball like the movie's Wilson. It was supposed to be a friendly, happy face, but I'm no artist, and it turned out rather..." she trailed off at a loss for words.
"Sinister?" suggested Casey.
Laura nodded. "Yes, that's it. Sinister. It's a very sinister volleyball."