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Apr-8-2009 10:27

Ok, remember when you were in school, and you had write an essay, "What I Did Last Summer"?

Well, tell me what YOU did last summer. I mean you, the detective. It should be in character but it doesn't have to be about sleuth, since even detectives have holidays sometimes, right?

RULES

-Spelling and grammar count! I will put you on a blacklist and haunt you forever if u rite lyk dis.

-There is a 2000 character limit. That's one box.

-Contest closes Thursday, April 30 11:59:59pm. No exceptions.

-Currently I am the only judge, and bribes are welcome.

PRIZES

1st prize $100,000 sleuth dollars or a 2-month sub
2nd prize $50,000 sleuth dollars or a 1-month sub

So, what did you do last summer?

Apr-22-2009 20:42

I thought I'd share something I did with my spare time last summer (not necessarily quite in line with the rules, so I pre-disqualify myself)

......... A Letter to Ben .........

Dear Ben,

For many years you have promised me that which I most desire. That is, the right to my very own Sleuth pony.

I know that you have fobbed me off, circumnavigated the question like a drunken Portugese explorer, and even tried to distract me by having me get a false accusation on an easy case... I KNOW IT WAS YOU!

But seriously mate, it's time.

I've done the hard yards, put up with the tweens, and the tantrums, the Werbers and the Beckys, smoothed waters, and snuffed the flaming brands of righteous indignation, and for what? Hollow promises and a shed full of oats.

Did you know there's only so many excuses I can make for my regular subscription to 'Stirrups and Spurs' before my neighbours finally start gossiping. Not that Miss Penelope's column on 'How to Deal with a frisky Colt' hasn't come in handy from time to time when dealing with the occasional errant punter, but even so, there's only so many times a subscriber will let you rub them down.

So once again Ben, I bring my case before you. I ask you to look on it not as giving in to a mere whim, but fulfilling the hopes and dreams of one small squirrel, a squirrel who has run out of things to do with his nuts, and would like to pursue a more fulfilling and varied past time.

Obediently yours,

Secret_Squirrel

P.S. Would it be alright if Sunny returned the riding crop she borrowed last fall.

............ A reply from Ben ............


Dear Secret_Squirrel,

No.

Ben.

P.S Sunny has ummm mislaid the riding crop in question, and apologises. To make up for this we... err she, would be willing to take your subscription to 'Stirrups and Spurs' off your hands.

...............

Apr-23-2009 19:53

"Ace, are you going to do anything this summer besides take a nap?" Scarlett teased me.
"Yes." I said, as I closed my eyes again.
"Well, when?" She hit me playfully with a couch pillow.
"Uhhh... well, in a few minutes, I'm going to have to take a pee." I smiled.
"AHEM! Not what I meant!" Scarlett scolded.
"Oh." I replied, "Well, sorry sis. Next time I get up is..."
"Is...?" Scarlett copied.
"Is... when I feel like it."
"UGH!!!" She shouted, standing back up.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" I laughed, sitting up. "No, I'm getting up now so I can get ready to go."
"Where you going?"
"Same place you're going."
"Where am I going?" Scarlett queried.
"Same place I'm going." I laughed. "Just get dressed and we can go. Casual is fine."

My sister rolled her eyes and trudged off to her room to get ready. She knew that she wouldn't get any more information from me about where we were going, so she just obeyed.

I drove her to the Knowles Theatre in Brooklyn. As soon as she got there, she froze. "What are we doing here?"
"Remember all your audition lines?"
"Yes... I think so..."
"Well, good, because I got us in."
"How did you do that? This was an exclusive audition for really experienced actors!" Scarlett smiled.
"I know some people. They're going to give us a try."
"We're shuins for the roles! We rock!" Scarlett laughed.
"Yes we do! So let's not miss it!" I told her, and we made our way in.

That was the way I spent my summer. Napping on the couch, then taking my wonderful sister to surprise auditions at exclusive theaters, then acting there. Then taking another nap. :-)

Apr-23-2009 22:02

Am I allowed to submit more than one entry??

Apr-23-2009 22:12

I'm pretty sure that you can only submit one entry :)

Apr-23-2009 22:19

Noooooooooooooooo...

Well, there's always next time... Or rather, there is always that role playing stage over there.

Apr-23-2009 22:20

hehe you write very well....The Stage would love to have you :)

Apr-23-2009 22:29

Lalala I'm sure everyone would love to read a second story from you! I certainly would. Unfortunately I didn't make it clear that each person is only allowed one entry. (I'll need to improve my rule list for next time) I can only take your first entry as your entry, but feel free to post more entries for fun! And of course there's plenty of room on the Stage as well :D

Apr-23-2009 23:12

Sinse we can post for fun :)

I spent last summer in the heat of Lousiana.

There I met a handsome Cajun man, by the name of Nick Fourcade.

Oh, how I remember those hot, steamy nights in the bayou. Oh, not hot and steamy like you may be thinking. I am talking of humid nights. It gets quite hot there in the south, you see.

I was sitting at the bar, enjoying a drink, when I heard the bartender say hello to an obvious regular.

"Nick Fourcade! Whatta surprise to see YOU in here", the bartender said, who was laughing.

This man took a seat 3 stools down from her.

He noticed me, then nodded in greeting, as he took a drink of his beer.

Some other man walked up to him, as this Nick Fourcade could be heard saying, "Well hey there, buddy. How you doing, you ol fils de putain!"

I didn't know what that meant at that time, but, after that summer, I learned very well the Cajun language. Or, somewhat well.

As I was ordering my second drink, this Nick Fourcade had took a seat beside me, and struck up a conversation.

"My name is Nick, and you are, ma 'tite fille?", he said, flashing the most gorgeous smile I've ever seen.

"My name is Makensie. I'm a detective here on business", I said.

He took a long swig of his beer, as he said, "You don't say? I'm a detective myself"

The bartender over heard, and said, "Uh-oh, you have some competition now, I see"

"Oh hush up, you tcheue pule!", Nick said, laughing.

I was quite a loss with these words, so I asked, "What did you just say?"

Chuckling, he said, "I called him a chicken ass. What else you want me to teach you, huh?" He winked

I could tell he was flirting with me, and I could feel a great attraction between myself, and this Nick Fourcade.

He was a complete gentleman that night, and the days to follow.

From that time in Lousiana, until now, him and I remain very close. I don't know what will become of him and I, but that summer? Oh my, it was the best summer ever.

Apr-24-2009 19:39

*sigh*

I think that it is going to impossible for me to write this under 3,000 words!

I am at 3,884 and I haven't even finished it! I hate to cut parts out. :(

Apr-24-2009 19:45

Er... I meant under 2,000 words! I know my numbers... really. :D