The Secret Message (StoryADay)

After the funeral of a girl who was claimed to be Tanya Shinnok, several people found a message hidden in the cemetery next to a tomb. The message was written in code, as if the person who wrote the message was either insane or was trying to hide something.

“I don’t know what is going on, but it’s probably gibberish,” said a man as he read the message.

“Who knows?” said another man,” said another man as he saw the message. “All I know is that Tanya Shinnok is dead and someone knows what’s going on. We need to call the police and make that person talk.”

The message read as follows:

To the player MARA of the game, the alien PEARL, the actor STUART, the fashionista IRENE, I DO explain the ill-fated tiger that would NOT kern, so BELIEVE sevenworm will take you to places you never expected not to visit! THE light at the end of the tunnel bathes in sunlight. The RUMORS could please even the most demanding follower of Freud. THAT flow of quizzes is not enough. I AM not yet ready to die. Clear water is running DEAD.

I AM NOT DEAD is nonsensical, much like me. Clear water is a storyteller without equal NOR rival. AM I Evita hammer? TANYA SHINNOK was always the second best.

I can get both high and low. Enqoyism HAVE the prime minister. The light at the end of the tunnel BEEN running away. Another day is KIDNAPPED. A cranky old lady gambles with lives, happiness, and BY destiny itself! MASON DORKINS wants to set things right. The sky gambles with lives, happiness, AND even destiny itself! HARVEY NADLER is good for you.

THEY shoots pineapples with a machinegun. That way ARE omni-present, much like candy. KEEPING a principal idea is not enough. Tranquility is omni-present, much like ME. A setback of the heart would scare any HIDDEN linguist away. IN an old apple has its world rocked by THE trees. Pinocchio tells the tale of GREEN towers. A glittering gem wants to go to HILL. A small MANOR is still not very coherent.

THEY woke the prime minister. Wondrous ARE is like a summer breeze. Two-finger John runs through PUNISHING everything. YOU stole the goods. is like a painted flower; FOR it never wilts. A sickingly prodigous profile is like ABANDONING a summer breeze. TANSY has your skin crawling. Pinocchio gambles with lives, happiness, AND even destiny itself! LAVINIA loves to love.

I could please even the most demanding follower of Freud. A glittering gem WILL say goodbye to the shooter. Sevenworm REMAIN in authority. THERE, stew and rum makes people shiver. UNTIL now, token of gratitude was always the second best. A fly will take YOU to places you never expected not to visit! That way can GRIEVE both high and low. Gasoline comes asking for THEIR bread. A wave loudly clashing against a long shoreline has its world rocked by their DEATHS.

“I really don’t understand what’s going on with this message, but we should take this to the police,” said the first man. “Maybe they might know what’s going on in the message.”

“We should,” said the second man, “if only to have them decode this message. It might not be gibberish like we thought.”

The men stared at the message again, wondering what was going on. They had no idea that the message was written using two different colored inks, nor did they see the secret message that was hidden within the original message.

Mara Pearl Stuart Irene do not believe the rumor that I am dead
I am not dead nor am I Tanya Shinnok
I have been kidnapped by Mason Dorkins and Harvey Nadler
They are keeping me hidden in the Green Hill Manor
They are punishing you for abandoning Tansy and Lavinia
I will remain there until you grieve their deaths


Team Sescape Fanfiction List~Sarah Sharpe (Sapphire Darkmoon) (StoryADay)

Team Sescape Fanfiction:
1. Scarlet Dusk
2. Emerald Snow
3. Stardancer
4. Chenglei Lew
5. Aleine Dewspell
6. Piari Zuzon
7. Eraenas Lunatree
-Bully Fighters

1. bullies
2. normal students
3. Anti-Tanya Club
4. Upright Students Brigade

*Harrison Creek High School

The Dead Friend (StoryADay)

“Dear friends, I am not dead. Meet me at the Blue Sun Theater on Tuesday at 8PM. ~Taylor Parker.”

Stuart Greer, Mara Llewellyn, Irene Haughton, and Pearl Tanner frowned as they stared at the message they were given. The funeral had just ended, with the mourners standing around the Sarah Jane Green Memorial Gardens, talking about Taylor and how and why she didn’t deserve to die. The Parker family (which consisted of Benjamin, Aimee, Billy, Aubrey, and Ashton) were speaking to the mourners and ignoring the rainy weather that fell upon the city of Harrison Creek, Oregon.

“I wonder if this is a joke,” said Mara as the others stared at the note. “Taylor’s dead. The police found her body at the Green Hill Manor a few days ago.”

“But how do they know the body is actually Taylor’s?” said Irene.

“Fake, or different person,” said Pearl.

“Exactly,” said Stuart. “Don’t forget, we’ve heard the story about Tracey Powell and how she disappeared around the same time Taylor did.”

“I’ve noticed,” said Mara. “Nobody could have known about Tracey, not unless…”

She grabbed the note again, saying, “Maybe this note is true. Maybe Taylor’s still alive and they buried the wrong girl.”

“I hope you’re right,” said Irene.

“But we won’t know that for sure until we go to the theater on Tuesday,” said Stuart.

“I’m not sure that’s going to happen,” said Pearl. “Mayor put up curfew. We kids not allowed to go anywhere without adults.”

“Oh, so *NOW* they want to play it safe after the crap they went through with trying to get us to put down our phones and tablets and get off the computers and go outside,” said Irene. “That’s not happening!”

“Not unless Team Sescape investigates this mystery letter,” said Stuart.

To make this long story short, Team Sescape stood in front of the Blue Sun Theater the following Tuesday at 8PM. It was a slow day, with only a few people coming to the theater to watch movies. Just then, a girl wearing a white coat decorated with red roses came out of a dark car that pulled in front of the theater. She saw the kids and said to them, “I was beginning to think you didn’t get my message. Did you miss me?”

“Taylor?” Mara, Stuart, Irene, and Pearl cried out.

Cherry Bomb 2010 (parody of The Runaways Cherry Bomb) – FAWM Song

Shara: What? You mean to tell me that you guys aren’t allowed to just stay at home and hang out with your families? Or at least clean your rooms?

Mara: Uh, nope.

Shara: And why not?

Stuart: Because back in 2002, the city decided that we kids were spending way too much time watching TV and not playing outside, so they put an end to Saturday morning cartoons and forced our families to hire people to clean our rooms so we have to go away from our families during the day.

Pearl: No families allowed.

Irene: I know. Tragic, isn’t it?

Shara: Well, I can’t help but find that unacceptable. No teenager is allowed to be with their families anymore? That sucks!

(music turns on)

Can’t go to school, can’t stay at home, is there no place for a teen to roam? You look at me like I’m the clueless girl next door, but I’m the girl you’ve been waiting for!

Hello daddy, hello mom! I’m your…CHERRY BOMB! Hello world, I’m the bad girl! I’m your…CHERRY BOMB!

Life is sad if you don’t do your chores, yet they want you to get a score. They took away your right to choose; come on, guys, we’ve got nothing left to lose!

Hello daddy, hello mom! I’m your…CHERRY BOMB! Look out, Harrison Creek, here I come! I’m your…CHERRY BOMB!!

(brief instrumental solo)

Hello daddy, hello mom! I’m your…CHERRY BOMB! hello world, I’m the bad girl! I’m your…CHERRY BOMB!

Now is the time to break free, it’s time to make them see that we’re so done with this town, now we have no choice but to shut it down!

Hello daddy, hello mom! I’m your…CHERRY BOMB! Look out, Harrison Creek, here I come! I’m your…CHERRY BOMB!!






Let Justice Be Served

“Well, I can’t say I’m glad this is happening,” Stuart Greer said to his friends Mara Llewellyn, Irene Haughton, and pearl tanner as they all sat in the courtroom. It had been two and a half months since the trial of Mrs. Schindler began. And to be honest, many people expected her to plead insanity and avoid the entire thing.

(In case you forgot, Mrs. Schindler was accused of cyberstalking and cyberbullying the kids after their friend/ringleader Tanya Chinook disappeared without a trace in 2010. Mrs. Schindler was also accused of hampering police efforts to find Tanya and return her to the Shinnok family.)

“Oh, but it is,” said Irene with a weird smile on her face. “It was already bad enough when Mrs. Brezetta was found guilty of orchestrating Tanya’s kidnapping and was sent to that mental hospital in Montana, but this is ridiculous. I don’t know what’s going  on here, but I know she isn’t going to be let off with a warning.”

“But still, she’s Tara’s mom,” said Mara, “and we can’t wish she’d go to jail, no even to keep us safe.”

“She stalked Tara too,” said Pearl.

“Yeah, and that too,” said Stuart.

To make a long story short, Georgette Schindler was found guilty of her crimes and sentenced to life in prison without parole. The group all sighed with relief, knowing that the nightmare Mrs. Schindler had put them through was over.

Prompt #49. A story about justice being done.

A Beginning is Something Else’s Ending (Genderflipped Edition) (StoryADay post)

It was now over.

Michael Lowery, Sadie Green, and Isaac Hammond had graduated from Harrison Creek High School, the school they were forced to attend due to their “unforgivable sin” of befriending the hated Thomas Stone many years ago. To be honest, the kids don’t have much of a choice in that matter.

“I can’t believe that this is over,” said Michael.

“I’m not,” said Sadie with a strange look on her face. “It’s just like that story is repeating itself.”

“Like when we got that letter from the Stranger?” said Paul Turner, who at age 14 was the youngest high school graduate. They all stared at him. “At least Mr. Stewart won’t be cyber-stalking us from behind bars.”

“Still can’t believe that Terry’s dad was the Stranger,” said Isaac.

“Yeah, who knew?” said Michael. “Anyway, I’m feeling kind of depressed.”

“Why?” said Isaac.

“It’s our last day here,” said Michael with a look of concern on his face. “After this, there is no more. Our time as high schoolers is over, as is our lives as teenagers. Soon, it’s off to college with us. Isaac, you’re doing fashion design in San Diego, Sadie, you’re heading to D.C., and I’m going into game design at Texas A&M. It’s time for us to end our youth and prepare to enter the harsh and complicated, for better or worse.”

“I know,” said Sadie, with tears on her face. “It’s so hard to say goodbye to everything we know. We’re all going our separate ways and I don’t know if we’re ever going to see each other again.”

“We still have Facebook,” said Paul.

“But for how long,” said Isaac. “We could be making new friends within a month and forget the friends we had in high school. It’s a thing that I fear the most.”

Shane Stone, overhearing the conversation, came to them, saying, “Don’t think of this as the end. Instead, think of this as a new beginning, a time for new discoveries and new experiences. We have the future before us, but we can’t have that future if we keep holding onto the past. Like, remember when you had to let go of Thomas and move on with your lives and enjoy your high years. Now that those years are ending, we need to let go of our youth and go on with our lives. Besides, you’ll never know when you’re going to see each other again. I wondering if I’ll see you guys again; after all, my other friends and I are jetting off to Fresno next week.”

He said to them, “Well I had fun hanging out with you guys, but it’s time for me to head back to California and my other friends. I’ll see you on the flip side.”

With that, he bounded out the room.

Michael, Sadie, Isaac, and Paul stood together for the final time, knowing that even though all things (such as their high school years) ended, they knew that for better or worse, they would see a brand-new beginning.

Genderflipped in Death (StoryADay Post)

(Paranormal version of my YA thriller!)

“I don’t like this,” said Isaac as the group gathered at the Harrison Creek Cemetery one night. It wasn’t Halloween, but it was close. The kids were sure that something strange was going on. “Why are we meeting here?”

“I don’t know,” said Sadie, “but I know he’s here. We just need to find his grave.”

Just then, a ghost appeared; it was the ghost of Thomas Stone, their best friend. He had been killed over the past summer and was found at the famed Green Hill Manor. Since his funeral, the ghosts of many young children who were kidnapped and murdered haunted the city of Harrison Creek.

“Hey guys,” said Thomas as he sat on his tombstone. “Wassup?”

“Thomas?” Michael cried out. “Is that you?”

“In a matter of speaking,” said Thomas. “Nice night, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, if we’re not at a cemetery being haunted by the ghost of our dead best friend,” said Sadie. “By the way, we’re sorry for not coming after you.

“That’s OK, Sadie,” said Thomas. “I’ve been doing great. In fact, I met your other friends Tyler and Lucas. They’re not that bad once you get to know them.”

“Yeah, but you’re all dead,” said Paul.

“I know, right?” said Thomas. “But don’t worry; I’ll be haunting Mr. Stewart and Mr. Brezetta for the rest of their lives!”

“But why Mr. Brezetta?” said Isaac.

“I thought he was nice,” said Michael.

“I thought so too, until he killed me, Tyler, Lucas, Jack, and several other boys because they got too close to his children,” said Tanya. “But not to worry, as I can still get revenge.”

Michael, Sadie, Isaac, and Paul shuddered, knowing that there was no way Thomas would be able to rest in peace until the man who killed him was dead.