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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-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

Apr-25-2009 06:37

"Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside. Oh, I do like to be beside the sea..." sang a small child as he strolled along the prom-prom-prom, tiddly om-pom-pom.

I looked out over the pier into the vast greyness ahead of me. Even the name of this place sounded depressing. Blackpool. Black Pool. It sounded like a dirty puddle. But, I was here now, so I might as well enjoy it.

I don't even know why I came here. Cleaning up in Hitchhikers, I found a small box marked "Serges Private Stash." Since he had aleady left, I thought it would be OK to look inside. Needless to say, I was dissapointed to find half a tub of what was once ice cream and a leaflet for a "visit to sunny Blackpool." Before I knew it, I was on the coach, with cash I "borrowed" from the safe.

I stood for hours staring out into the sea, before I decided to have dinner. The only thing I could find was fish and chips, which didn't seem like the most enticing prospect but, as they say, When in Rome. I found a plaice (get it?) with no queue - which wasn't easy - and ordered cod and chips.

"Would you like mushy peas with that?"

"Mushy peas? What are they?"

"Ooh, they are ever so nice," said a small fuzzy wig from by my side. "You don't even need to chew them! Its great for my false teeth." And for effect, she popped out her dentures.

Suddenly, I didn't feel hungry. I took my cod and chips (no mushy peas) and found a bench to sit on. Oddly, for the first time, I noticed how many small fuzzy wigs there. Many old ladies, all walking around looking alike. A shop next to the "chippy" told me it was a "Blue Rinse." This place was surreal. If these people been in the Great War, they would be telling everyone about it. Luckily, they were too old for that. That would be preserve of people my age. Once my knees began to knock, and my hair began to resemble Sterling Silver, I promised myself that I would sit here and talk about the Great War. I might even attempt to eat some mushy peas. But only if I had no teeth.