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Invitacion misteriosa parte 7POV Cake

Despues de haberle contado el contenido la invitacion a Fionna ella quedo en shock y demayo y desde entonces no ha despertado y hemos decidido cuidar de ella.

C -Esto es aburrido pero tengo que cuidar bien de mi niña, que es o que puedo hacer para diverirme ya se voy a cantar para que laniña se mejore:
Dulce Dulce principe tu le gustas a mi niña eres un dulce chicle que nesecita de nuestra ayuda somos tus heroinas y no nos pagas nada ahora por tu culpa mi niña esta en coma-

DP -Señorita podria guardar silencio la paciente necesita dormir-

C -Oh lo siento por cantar es que normalmente Fionna se c

Diario de un asesino 2Miércoles 30/8:
Estoy frente al coliseo. Según los textos de Jordan la base se encuentra en un edifico de 17 pisos a dos cuadras. Averigüé más sobre él: cree que ellos también mataron a su padre, tiene 21 años y es muy bueno en informática. Le pedí que me consiguiera armas, que yo me encargo de la ropa y del teléfono (el mío es muy llamativo y utiliza una línea común).
-R.H.
Jueves 31/4:
Ayer a las 14:30 pregunté a un hombre que pasaba si no había por aquí una torre de 17 pisos. Me dijo, algo nervioso, que no sabía nada. No me resultó muy convincente, sin embargo no le presté demasiada atención.
Después de esa conversación, investigué un poco más y el edificio más alto es una de 8 pisos. Debe ser un error, ya voy a decirle a Jordan.
Por otro lado, Jill se quebró, es una chica un poco torpe, siempre tie

Invitacion misteriosa parte 6POV Fionna

Despues de lo que me habian dicho no podia creerlo, estaba muy confundida de todo lo que me habian dicho, me quede enmudecida no sabia que decir acerca de eso.

M -Fi te sientes bien?-

F -Si estoy bien no te preocupes-

C -Cariño segura que te sientes bien-

F -Si Cake estoy bien-

PG -Sera mejor que vallas a tu a descansar debes de estar muy confundida-

F -No enserio estoy bien- desmaya

M -Fi estas bien? no responde-

PG -Doctor pastelito!!!-

M -Su alteza el doctor pastelito no esta, el se encuentra con la doctora princesa-

C -La llevare rapido con la doctora-

PG y M -Vamos contigo-

C -Subanse rapido-

[En el hospit

Invitacion misteriosa parte 5POV Mentita

Desde que Cake y Marshall llegaron al castillo el principe y ellos actuan muy estraño deben de estar ocultando algo respecto a la invitacion de esta mañana.

M -Disculpe su alteza pero no quiere algo de beber??-

PG -No Mentita no quiero nada por ahora-

M -Esta bien su alteza como ordene-

PG -Te puedes ir Mentita-

M -Por que es que pone tanto desempeño en averiguar cosas de la invitacion acaso esta escrtita con sangre?? tal vez sea asi o oculte algo mas- pensando

POV Gumball

Aun no sabemos nada de la invitacion pero averiguaremos todo lo que podamos para que no se cumpla su escrito.

M -Gumball ya sabes

Invitacion misteriosa parte 3POV Cake

Despues de que casi me vulvo loca preocupada por Fionna pude encontrarla y asegurarme de que este bien pero, no pasara mucho tiempo antes de que le pase algo a mi niña.

C -Fionna por que no nos vamos a la casa a tomar un chocolate?-

F -No Cake por que tengo mucho que hablar contigo-

C -Pero no podemos hablar en la casa del arbol?-

F -No!! por que tambien quiero hablar con Marshall y Gumball-

C -Esta bien querida aunque tambien podemos hablar en la casa del arbol-

F -Que no!!-

C -Bueno niña pero no te enojes-

F -Apresuremonos para poder encontrar a Gumball y a Marshall-

C -Claro cariño-

F -Cake haste gr

Invitacion misteriosa parte 2POV Marshall

Cake me habia dicho que iria a buscar a Fionna ya que estaba muy preocupada despues de lo que habia pasado en la casa del arbol, asi que decidi continuar yo solo investigando acerca de la invitacion misteriosa que nos habia llegado, pero por lo que veia habia problemas ya que alguien venia corriendo asustado bueno eso creo.

M -Hola, que es lo que pasa linda?-

F -Marshall??- llorando

M -Oh lo siento Fi no sabia que eras tu, que es lo que te pasa por que lloras?-

F -Es que el tonto de Gumball me dijo que soy inmadura- enojada

M -Jaja Fi Gumball no sabe lo que es ser inmaduro por que te preocupas tu no eres inmadura o si??- so

Make it go away. Slam the door, push my weight against it, and hold it back. It pounded and pounded, and the door began to loosen on its hinges. I begin to smell its odor from the other side, something rotten, like that of a corpse. My paralyzed body doesn’t move; I’m left shocked. I feel warmth climb down my arm. Blood. Suddenly I become dead weight as my small body slides itself against the pulsing door. My eyes stare blankly at the puke yellow tiling that begins to blur from the frustrated tears that emerged themselves. This couldn’t be happening. My hands find their way to my straw textured hair. I grab and pull. Make it go away. Mak

The Case of the Lost LoveGrowing up, I would listen to my Grandma Teeli tell stories. Of course, they weren’t your typical stories. She always told the old tales, but they always ended well enough in the end. Happily ever after is hard to find in this line of work. More often than not, the past comes back and threatens the happiness of another. Just like those old tales, the happy ending always came at a price.

“Hello?” a small shrill voice quivered hesitantly from the doorway, “Anyone home?”

Exchanging looks, Bill started to grin as he started the coffeemaker and watched her step out of the cozy, little kitchen. Franky just shook her

The Sypurrs- Chapter Two: IncubusChapter Two: Incubus

It had been a week since the last time I saw the others. I wasn’t too concerned, I had other things to attend to.
“You...you’re a.. Syp...Sypurr right..?” the man before me stuttered out.
“Well what else could you have summoned, Richard Johnson?” I said it gently so the poor farm man before me didn’t get any more scared.
“I..I..”
“Don’t answer that.... Lets get to business shall we? What did you summon me for?”
“Well.....I...I heard Sypurr’s can give you anything.... for a price?”
“Yes... ‘Cept immortality...” I

Need... Title...I walked out of the hospital room and stood for a second in the center of the hallway, then realized this would look suspicious in tandem with how I was feeling, so I went in the bathroom, into the handicapped stall, and stood there, feet planted a foot apart, heart pounding in my head, and sorting through a thousand feeling.

I was "supposed" to go turn myself in to the cops and get a nice cushy bed in a fairly sterile environment for the rest of my life. At least, that's what my Mom would want me to do.

According to Dad, I should shut up about it and feel like an idiot for the rest of my life. I'd just spent an "enormous" amount of effort

Time and SpaceTime and Space

What if our lifes are ripple in a pond? What if the mirrors reflection are there to protect us from not entering theirs world? What if you are the reflection of the past and you looking in too your own future, everyday?

Life goes on riddle keeps appearing and life keep changing, change is life. Time will always be a constant intil you change the surface by throwing a stone into the pond creating a ripple-effect of changes.

Do you dare challange yourself? Then be kind and do this, and look in the corner of your eye and look at the thing you don't want to see because it's so frightening!

Life is to short, run, RUN and continu

Wendy and the Mass MurdererI move across the night like a demon under the cover of darkness searching for the next victim the next bit of fun the next fix this might be the one that fixes me. I Jump over the alley below with the streetlights glaring at me daring me to come into the light to let myself be caught, I ignore their invitation I must get my fix. The clip clapping of a woman passes below me. I lean over the edge of the building. I’ve found her the next fix. She gets struck by the light of a passing car; she loses focus and swaddles across the pavement a sure sign of too much drink, perfect.
I follow her for the next few blocks from above testing her hearing by throwing cans to bounce nearby off parked cars, herding her into the next lane and the next until she enter my territory, my own personal bit heaven and hell. I clamber down the ladder. Grab the cloth I’d earlier placed with chloroform and grab the girl and let her enter her final sleep. I drag her body to the cellar the moon sneering

Good DogThe little one held the parents hand
I was being dragged along
I see another little one
The parent’s little one goes with the other little ones

The parent talks with other big ones
They stroke me
I wag my tail
They laugh
I Jump
They shout
I hide

The parent walks
I follow
The parent ties me up
The parent walks away
I whine

Other big ones stroke me
Small slow ones give me food
Little ones point at me
I lay down

I watch the fast big ones
Two fast big ones hit each other
Big one and slow small one shout at each other
My ears hurt
Too much noise

Parent comes back
Parent strokes me
Parent takes me
Parent meets other parent

Start shouting at one another
One parent hits other parent
I bark
One parent raises foot to hit me
Other parent gets in way
Gets hit

Big ones come to parents
Top big one wraps parents hand
Another top big one talks to other parent
We follow top big ones
Get into fast big ones

Parent strokes me
I lick parent hand

Invitacion misteriosa parte 4POV Gumball

No eh encontrado otra opcion mas que decirle la verdad a Fionna acerca de la invitacion de hace dos dias se que es malo pero ella tiene razon ya no es una niña y a pesar de que la protegemos tambien debemos tratarla como se debe.

M -Su alteza disculpe-

PG -Si Mentita dime que pasa?-

M -Llego una carta-

PG -Gracias Mentita te puedes ir-

M -Como diga su alteza-

PG -A ver que dice esta carta- se sorprende

[En la casa del arbol]

C -BMO que es lo que estas leyendo-

BMO -Encontre esto en la puerta en la mañana-

C -BMO no te hemos dicho que no leas cosas que no sean dirijidas hacia ti-

BMO -Lo se Cake pero esta

The Blue CrossAlternate Ending to “The Blue Cross”

As Valentin crept slowly over the hill, his police officers in tow, he heard wisps of conversation on the wind like the voices of the dead. Inching closer to the pair of clergymen, one tall, and the other short, he swore his heart could be heard beating a mile away. As he came close enough to hear the quiet conversation, he caught the end of one of Friar Brown’s sentences.
“... what they really meant in the Middle Ages by the heavens being incorruptible."
The tall man nodded condescendingly, like a skeptical snake eyeing its prey as he replied:
"Ah, yes, these modern infidels

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The Murder Game -Everyone Play

by ~Dannius, Sep 26, 2004, 3:40:15 AM
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The Murder Game

You are a porter in a hotel, the day goes fairly slowly and you are due to call a customer in suite 327. You make the call but there is no reply, the customer specifically requested to be called on at this time, so you make your way to the suite.

After several minutes of knocking on the door with no reply, you decide to open the door and double check that everything is ok. You open the door, but to your horror you find a fairly young woman lying on the bed in a silk nightie, with a large knife stuck through her stomach.

There is ornament debris everywhere, small impact points on the walls, in your confusion you step in a puddle of blood near the door. Walking around the room there are smeared finger marks over the wardrobe and on the bathroom doorframe, the shower curtain is half pulled off and a small blood splatter is on the bathroom floor. The patio door is wide open and on the balcony a plant pot has been knocked over.

There seems to be no blood on the railings outside, and no signs that the bed has been slept in. You grab the knife handle, thinking you should pull it out for some reason, but stop when you realise you may have just covered the real killers fingerprints, you rush downstairs and report the crime, but when the police arrive you are arrested, the blood on your shoe gives them reason to detain.

In the interview room, the police tell you that your fingerprints were on the knife handle, there was blood on your shoe and you had keys to the suite, they ask your version of what happened.

You think of saying “I don’t know” but you realise saying that would almost certainly send you to jail, your only hope is to explain what you did when you entered the room in the morning, and based on the objects you saw and the state of the room give an account of what you think happened.

The Murder Game -Everyone Playby ~Dannius

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Mystery & Suspense

Right, read this prose, and afterwards i want you to post giving your events of what happened AND name at least 1 suspect

THERE IS NO RIGHT OR WRONG CHAIN OF EVENTS, im just curious as to what people would make of this

PLEASE, no idiots making fun of this deviation, its serious

Have fun!

~raweclaz Mar 13, 2010

ok here is my version of the story
it was all a bad dream, really bad one

~GrueneWolken Feb 21, 2005

Check the records of the phone company. They can prove that you called the room, and if it had been after the murder as an alibi there'd have to be blood on the floor from your shoes.

~Scorpion-BRH Feb 19, 2005 Hobbyist Digital Artist

my thoughts: I walked into the room, and there was a dead woman. What do I think happened? I thinka woman was murdered, plain and simple, I dont know how she was murdered, put me in a lab and i might be able to find out. When i walked in I didn't notice the puddle of blood, and if you check out the direction of my foot prints you'll notice that the trail should start at about the door continue in a sweep around the room, then up to the deceased, and being in first aid, I was taught to treat the wound and stop the bleeding before you check for vitals. So I removed the knife (not remembering that you leave foreign objects in the body if you come acrost such an event) in a panic, and left my fingerprints on it. So thats when I dropped the knife, and called 911. What happened in there and how did she die? Why do I care, I'm not her, and I have nothing to do with her.

~Dannius Feb 20, 2005

Like the attitude

~Scorpion-BRH Feb 20, 2005 Hobbyist Digital Artist

thanks

I have it every day heheh

~d3funktion Nov 15, 2004

I think she got raped. She was struggling so hard around the hotel room as she was bleeding and blood was dripping all over thats why it left such a mess. Then she eventually died.

~dreamscape-painter Oct 3, 2004

... i give them an alibi.

what happened? the knife didn't kill her. too little blood on the nightie for that. a stomach wound would have taken much, much longer to kill her. and there are no other stab wounds apparent. my thoughts? ...check for sexual activity. she was drugged, date raped, she overdosed, when she did, the killer panicked, stuck a knife in her stomach, trashed the place, smeared blood over the walls and floor, all to make it look like a break-in rough-up job. he then fled by the balcony, jumping in the pool from the third story balcony.

not creative, i know... leave me be.

~Nematik Oct 1, 2004 Professional Photographer

She went out of her room late at night to get a drink from the vending machine. Not wanting to struggle to get back into the room she blocked it open. While she couldn't see someone slipped in. When she arrived back she closes the door walks in not paying attention. As she goes past the bathroom she notices something odd. She goes into look and the killer jumps out from behind the shower curtain, half tearing it down as he does, and stabs her in the stomach. She looks down and touches her stomach in awe. Not wanting to give up without a struggle she begins to fight with the killer. The killer amazed at what he is seeing tries to find a way out without alerting anyone. The woman increasingly dizzy tries to follow him and drags her hands across the wall to hold herself up. The killer runs out onto the balcony to find an escape and ends up tripping over the plant. Behind him he hears the lady fall onto the bed. More calm now the killer carefully walks out of the room and back into the hallway where he vanishes.

~Silverhoops Sep 29, 2004 Traditional Artist

I think that the person who has killed the woman had to of been in the room be for she got there or was staying with her the night. In this case it could have been a friend,boyfriend,husband,etc. Who ever it was could have been very angry for some reason at her or themselves or god know what they were mad about. But lets say this person got in an argument with the woman (victim) , she went to take a shower and things got worse they started to argue in the bathroom. (Person),

stabs woman with knife and she struggles to get to the phone, because they always have the phones beside the bed while (person) lectures and argues on. She dies be for reaching the phone and person relies what he/she has done trashes the room to make it look like a robbery and then storms out off of the balcony.

~PowerMoloch Sep 27, 2004 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

My theory was that she was been followed by a stocker/significan other/someone she knew off/rapist/etc for quite some time including her whereabouts. This my idea of the sequence of events as followed:

1) She just arrived to her room, changed her clothing to a night gown, and chose to grab a bucket of ice for her beverages
2) The assailant took the oppurtunity to sneak in to her room (assuming she didn't lock the door just because the ice making machine is in a safe distance to her room)
3) The assailant placed him/herself in the restroom just waiting for her to be arrived
4) The Woman arrived, placed her ice bucket on a near table, and suddenly the person came up and threatened her asking for anything (sex, money,etc)
5) The Woman felt afraid and began to fought back (not realising the assailant has a knife) by throwing items at him/her.
6) The assailant had used his/her arm on stopping some items hitting his/her face totally. Resulting to some cuts and scraps in the arms/hands (thus, blood is present)
7) The assailant then thrust the knife into her, realising it is too late to run away now, and finish the job.
8) As a result, the amount of blood on the victims abdomen (maybe a bad cut to her aorta artery lead to her demise) had bled tremendously causing the floor to absorb amounts of her blood and some goes to the assailants hand. The woman later just fell on the bed bleeding to death.
9) As a panic, the assailant had went back to the rest room, running in stressful conditions, and went to restroom. Touched the door frame, touched the wall of the bathroom floor, and his hands filled with her blood, started to drip on the bathroom floor as a result. Then he/she started to pulled out of the curtain shower, trying to turn on the fosset to wash the hands for any signs of blood.
10) Later, realizing the assailant killed her already, he/she frantically ran out to the patios door very hard and accidentally hits the potted plant to the ground (since the plant is fairly near to the door).

Then the story continues w/ yours.

Well that's my idea, it will be great when there is a bit more details in the event. But that's how i viewed it (excuse me for my grammar

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Great tho

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