The Box (Due. Dec. 1st)

Ezra smiled, having just finished his last delivery. The fire was just an instance in time, so he didn't let it bother him for long-- instead, he used the reconstruction as an opportunity to (figuratively) rain magical items down on St ---'s populace from his magical portal (which, in this world, takes the form of locker 3205, which Ezra stole from the local high school). He already knew everyone's future, but where's the fun in knowing everything that will happen? So, for each person in St ---, he delivered a box containing an object that could change their future. He smiled at the invigorating unpredictability that he hadn't felt in far too long. Who knows what will happen now, if people decide to open their boxes?

(Aside)  So, dear ones, what will be in your box? Will you choose to open it? Save it? Throw it away? Sleep with it under your pillow? Oh. no, what to do?

The Flames of Irony Due on (Nov. 2)

A Fire in the Fire station...

The fire station spontaneously erupted into flames. Felix and Sharon, the deputies on duty made sure the crew safely exited the building, taking care to stop, drop, and roll. They called the fire department.

“Oh wait guys, we’re the firemen,” Felix chuckled after hearing the phone ringing from inside the building,

“And woman,” Sharon added.

It takes them a while to access the fire fighting equipment but not long after they put the fire out. Unfortunately, not before the fire reaches the neighboring store, Grandma’s Attic. The damage is minimal. Only the old Land Before Time VHS tapes were scorched beyond repair.

“Everyone accounted for?” Felix said, counting the heads of the frightened and injured firemen.

“Where’s Lewis?” said Sharon

“Lewis?” Felix muttered.

Though most had escaped with only minor burns and scrapes, Lewis, a rookie fireman, had been trapped in the communal bathroom. The young man was dead.

A note about Grandma's attic:

Ezra owns My Grandmother’s Attic, and he travels through time in an absent-minded search for interesting items (which often end up being cursed). He shows up randomly, but always where he is least wanted. He mutters incessantly to himself, hums superiorly at the townspeople’s decisions-- he knows their outcomes, but why would he share them? His face is beyond young or old, and his crazy bushy eyebrows complement his spastic movements. Together with his ever-changing accent and lederhosen, he projects an eccentric figure.

It’s up to you to decide whether or not your character knows about his time travelling tendencies.

On a bit of a happier note a Fall Festival happens in Bessie Mae's sunflower field:

• Live music: Country/ folk with banjo and mandolin (sounds eerie and bad)
• Maze in sunflowers (or corn)
• In the park and can take a tractor to the sunflower field
• Apple cider
• Pie making contest
• Crafts table(very lame one)
• Vendor stands
• Apple bobbing contest
• Pumpkin patch and lots of pumpkins everywhere
• Halloween costume contest
• Face painting
• Pumpkin beer brewery visit

Life is a circus

The last storm happened days ago and ever since then the power has been on and off, trees that still had life left in them have now fallen to the ground, across streets, and houses. Walking outside, it is partially foggy but still and silent but the stray dogs digging in the knocked over trash cans are still visible. It’s a Saturday, one of the busy days in the week, yet the streets are empty, bare, and dark. The hum of cicadas fill the stale night air, street lamps flicker in an almost perfect pattern, as the moon peeks out from behind the remaining trees. It’s as if the earth has gone still, waiting for something bigger.

There was never a more pretentious white boy. Jimbathé Abdikadir blared kora at all times. Jimbathé wasn’t even his real name. In actuality, the nuisance was named Davis Travis. After a spiritual journey in Africa, he took up the kora, and his addled lifestyle brought his performances upon St. ---- at all times of day. He strummed on his kora endlessly, brooding over his misfortune. These infuriating people never tipped him! His playing was amazing, he just knew it. Why else, at 27, would his upper-crust parents still shove money at him to pursue his “art”?

On this day in St. --- history, an old circus ringleader came to town. All he’s brought with him of his former circus is an ostrich, an alligator, and a tigon (or liger, it doesn’t mind). He comes to the fountain in the middle of town with his animals. As the crowds start to gather, he starts to speak.

“Top of the morning, ladies and gents. I come from far away, but my practice I’m sure is familiar to you folk. I’ve traveled from Coxdale to Piddleville with my one-man circus, providing free entertainment to people of all sorts. So, my dear audience, enjoy!”

The former ringleader, with a morbid twinkle in his eye, lets his animals loose and immediately skips town. Now, there are wild animals roaming the streets, with the alligator settling in the fountain.

The ostrich and tigon, now out of a line of work, take a tour of the beautiful city of St. ---. What adventures does this perturbing town hold in store for them? At least until animal control takes Ozzy and Harold around 10 pm or so. Orville remains free, swimming happily in the fountain for all of time.

At six thirty A.M.  Officer Wood receives a call from the Meridians superintendent that a tenant of the Meridian has had a squatter named Jimbo living in their home unknowingly for months.

The character-on-the-left reads the character-on-the-right's blog and finds a way to include him/her in your post. Due date for left is Sept. 15th. Right due date is Sept. 24th.

Besse Mae - Penelope G.

Michael "Mikey" B. - Nikolai B

Daniel V.- Cosette C

Sorora E - Bruce C.

Leylah D. - Loxley B.

Harley - Anabelle

Kaia K. - Emma M.

Tessa C. - Eleanor R

Anna B. - Artis M.

Naome W. - Ajax E.
Collin I. B. - Christian E.
Hannah G. B. - Jellyfly J.

#1 - And so it goes... (Due date Aug 28th)

The day is a stormy one. By noon it feels like midnight, but you know it's not. The clouds move with a surprising pace, but continue to fill the sky with weight and a general moodiness. The wind shuffles odd bits and pieces of things against buildings, into corners. Little streams carry other bits into gutters and along the pavement in tiny streams.  Most don't notice these things. At other times, the rain shifts around like a bored teenager, tossing down puddles and tapping on windows. You can hear the hissing of tires, feel the coolness of the breeze, or content yourself with general calmness depending on whether you are gazing out of a window or making your way somewhere. Here in St. ----, days seem to blend into other days, and around 7:00 PM the power goes out.  You hear a loud bang, and then darkness. The outage lasts for about an hour.

And for you, "The day started with..."