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Post by B. on May 31, 2013 14:01:01 GMT -5
She believes one can get drunk if they take enough water.
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Post by Charlie on Jun 2, 2013 5:10:37 GMT -5
That's so cute
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Post by bryan on Jun 11, 2013 22:13:07 GMT -5
Sherry Ann had never drank water before that's terrific
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2013 8:19:40 GMT -5
Young Sherry Ann was in her back yard. She planted a seed in the ground. A maple tree, the greatest of companions, would soon grow in that very spot. Daily she came and watered it. She brought her favorite books out and read to it, as you are supposed to do for your plants. Slowly but surely it started to grow. After a month or so, a stem popped out. Leaves started growing as well. Sherry Ann would go to bed at night and dream about how wonderful it would be to have a tree of her very own. A few days passed, and she again made her daily visit to her tree. As she got closer, she noticed that it had bloomed. Upon closer inspection, she discovered that it wasn’t a tree after all, but a simple flower. Her associates told her how beautiful the flower was, but it didn’t help console Sherry Ann. The tree she had dreamed about was gone before she’d had a chance to meet it. It was the first time in her life that she had experienced loss. It would not be the last. Present Day - After everybody had calmed down from making fun of Pandora’s lack of knowledge about Mormons, Hermes attempted to get things moving again. “Let’s get out another file,” he said enthusiastically. He reached into the cabinet and pulled out Dante’s. Dante reached over and tried to grab it, but Hermes wrestled him away and opened the file. How dare you! This is insulting? YOu think I would have just shot Willis? Of course not. My plans for his death were much more elaborate and extravagant than a mere shooting. I would have likely done something more Snicket themed, such as burning his mansion down or throwing him into his lion pit. I am insulted that you think I would murder him in such a pedestrian way.” Sherry Ann thought about this line of reasoning, and then replied “Well, why do you own a gun then? And why did you bring it to the party?” Dante thought about this for a moment. “Why do you own a gun,” he said defensively and possibly inaccurately because it hasn’t been established if Sherry Ann has a gun or what her views on gun control law is. Sherry Ann’s mind suddenly went to a dark place, as she thought about another loss that had tragically taken place in her past. Snapping out of it, she said “So, whose file is next?” Hermes pulled out Anka’s file. Everybody looked over at Anka for some sort of explanation. She sighed. “I’m supposed to be the nicest. That’s what everybody thinks. But what happens when somebody else is the nicest? Then I can’t be the nicest!” Anka’s usually friendly smile turned angry. “If somebody else is nicer than me, then we need to take care of them.” Anka’s voice had turned sinister. She glared over at Willis’s body. Everybody in the room was shaking, not knowing what Anka’s next move would be. She was as unpredictable as her dance moves, which were renowned for being unpredictable. “What do you mean, take care of them,” asked Hermes, nervously taking notes. All of a sudden, Anka’s smile was back. “Taking care of people is a very nice thing to do, especially if they’re sick!” She took out a bottle of cough syrup, which she had brought because Willis was sick but he hadn’t brought it up earlier because he didn’t want to be a burden on the party, what a guy. They had all misunderstood Anka’s kindness as a threat. “Sorry about that. Sometimes my voice turns sinister when I become too nice. It’s something I need to get to get checked out soon.” Then she smiled again and nobody could stay mad at her, although they were all still secretly afraid. The doorbell rang. Sherry Ann led all the suspects to the door where they answered it together. It was Willis’s wacky neighbor, Sixteen. Usually fun loving and carefree, Sixteen arrived with an air of seriousness. “I heard a gunshot. Then some more gunshots. I got here as quickly as I could, which in retrospect was still pretty slow.” He looked inside the house and saw his mentor’s dead body. Sixteen wanted to cry but he composed himself. “This is a really hard time for me because Willis was my mentor, not Tragedy.” Tragedy stood in the corner looking dejected. “But I have some information that might be of use to you, Sherry Ann.”
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Post by B. on Jun 13, 2013 10:05:34 GMT -5
THE PLOT THICKENS
I love the part about Dante, mainly because it's true
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Post by B. on Jun 13, 2013 10:05:55 GMT -5
And Sherry Ann loves guns, everybody knows that
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Post by Hermes on Jun 13, 2013 11:33:36 GMT -5
Well, it seems that my objections have been answered. So the mystery remains a mystery. This is very exciting!
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Post by Kit's tits kick ticks on Jun 13, 2013 13:06:42 GMT -5
I haven't read it completely but yay, ALL OF THIS BLOOD And lol, I only like YMCA in that hangout picture you once tried to make. And the story of Sherry Ann and the tree is amazing.
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Post by B. on Jun 13, 2013 14:57:17 GMT -5
And heart-breaking
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Jun 13, 2013 18:41:27 GMT -5
Somehow I managed to miss the last update of this, so I didn't even know I was in this story, let alone that I had died. It's almost worth it for the "Do Mormons celebrate funerals?" line, though. Great as always; I can't wait to see who the real killer is.
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Post by Charlie on Jun 14, 2013 2:49:49 GMT -5
Yay, another update! I like this story muchly
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Post by Sixteen on Jun 14, 2013 6:00:28 GMT -5
Sherry Ann's backstory is heartbreaking.
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Post by Rellim on Jun 14, 2013 21:39:55 GMT -5
Hi sixteen
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2013 8:33:26 GMT -5
Sherry Ann took another swig from her water bottle. “Sixteen, it’s nice to see you’ve arrived finally, but we’re in the middle of a case right now.” She reached into the filing cabinet to pull out Tragedy’s file. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself, Tragedy?” asked Sherry Ann. Tragedy stood in silence. His blank expression never changed. “He must be guilty, why won’t he defend himself,” said Rellim. The other guests started angrily accusing him, but he wouldn’t budge. He stood stoically without saying a word. “If he’s not even going to deny anything at this point, I think we can just assume that it was him.” “Wait!” shouted Sixteen. “That’s what I’ve been meaning to tell you. I was over at my house, ironing my bellhop uniform. As we know from the Dark Games, I have super hearing powers or something. To advance that mythology further, I can hear when people are whispering from long distances, and the quieter the whisper, the louder I can hear it. Anyways, throughout this whole thing, Tragedy has been whispering the same thing over and over again. After the first couple of times, I decided to write it down. I think it should be enough to exonerate Tragedy.” He handed Sherry Ann a piece of paper. He had written it in Gaelic. Luckily, Sherry Ann also knew Gaelic, and so she read it out loud while simultaneously translating it into English. “Dear Willis. I don’t know why I started this off with Dear Willis, as I’m only quietly whispering it and also you’re dead. I know things have been rocky between us for a while now. I’m glad that you still invited me to your party. That was very gracious of you. Anyways, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I should have appreciated our friendship more, and not let my own petty feelings get in the way of it all. I should have shown at least a little remorse for my wrong doings, and made at least a slight attempt at reconciliation. Otherwise, it just looked like I didn’t care about you at all, which is a lie. I miss you. If I was capable of showing emotion of any kind, I would do anything I could do avenge your death. Instead, I’m just going to stand here and possibly make a degrading comment or two. I’m sorry.” Everybody looked over at Tragedy. His expression remained unchanged, but a single tear fell from his cheek. It hit the ground and made a tiny splash. They all knew that Sixteen was telling the truth, because they don’t call him Honest Sixteen for nothing. Not sure how to feel about what had just happened, Sherry Ann reached in to grab another file. This time it was Bryan’s. “Sherry Ann,” said Bryan angrily. “What does that even mean? Willis never killed me. And how can killing somebody become a trend. What do you think life is, a series of stories written by various authors where I always get killed off? You’re living in a cartoon world. Were you drunk when you wrote this file?” Sherry Ann looked sheepishly at the file. She had always conducted herself in the most professional of ways. How had that sloppy work gotten into the official filing cabinet. Some of the guests were upset about this. “I didn’t realize we were dealing with a drunk,” said BSam. “If she messed this up, how do we know the rest of her files are in any way accurate,” said Anka dismissively. “Are you even an expert in slang or do you just make up words when you’re drunk,” shouted Pandora. Sherry Ann put her hands to her head in anguish. Not knowing what to do, she reached for her files, the closest thing she had to security in her life. Unfortunately, she’d had a bit more water that she should have that night, and knocked open the drawer. Files flew all over the floor. Contents of folders had poured open, and everybody saw the contents. Many of the files were comprehensive and accurate, but as the dates of the files got later and later, the files grew messier and more inaccurate. Bee noticed her file near the top of the pile and picked it up. “These aren’t even accurate. I don’t eat meat. I love my sister,” said Bee angrily. “Sherry Ann, what has happened to you? You were the world’s greatest detective. Now you’re just a drunken mess and you’re losing your ability to hide it. You’ve probably done more hindrance to the case than anything.” Dante guided Sherry Ann to a couch. “Here, lie down. I’ll call the police, and they can handle the rest. We don’t need you mucking anything else up.” Sherry Ann laid down. She closed her eyes. What had caused her to fall so far? Flashback – Sherry Ann logged into her gmail account. After checking the word of the day, she opened an email from a familiar address. The email was titled important, and it had no text but there was an attached PowerPoint. She opened it and read. Powerpoint!!Sherry Ann filled with glee. After months of correspondence, she was finally going to meet her love. She freshened up for the big night. She made sure to brush up on Turkish compliments and other pleasantries so that the night would be as enjoyable as possible. The Powerpoint had said to meet at 8pm, but Sherry Ann couldn’t contain her excitement so she left early. While skipping along to the address, she smelled a faint smell of smoke. She upped her pace a little. She wasn’t going to let that smell bother her, not on a day as great as today. But as she got closer to the building, she realized something was wrong. The smell of smoke was from a fire, the fire that was burning down the apartment building she was meant to be at. She ran as she watched the building burn, helpless to do anything about it. The firemen arrived and evacuated the building, but it was too late. When they did a head count of the tenants, they were short by one. Sherry Ann, always the detective, looked at the wreckage and saw a partially burnt yellow flower. *Happy 13th birthday!
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Post by B. on Jun 22, 2013 12:54:12 GMT -5
Who's Sherry Ann's secret love? What is my biggest secret, Willis?
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