Gift Card

Milk Wood

She loved adventure! She hated books. But the damn gift card said "Books". At the bookstore, she looked lost. So, the bookseller said, "We have some mystery packs." Well, OK... "A mystery pack, it is." When she opened the pack, it was... let's just say a surprising pack. You had to call a series of phone numbers to get the pick-up locations. The first one was called "Whispers Among the Gravestones" and the pick-up point was the local abandoned cemetery. Who would've thought that books could be so interesting after all? She would take some pepper spray, just in case.

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Moxie Madness November

 

As a community, the Virtual Writers moved on from the writing event we sponsored for so many years and started our own Moxie Madness.

I'm proud to say that we've kept the same enthusiasm and perseverance. We've managed to achieve our goals, and those of us who didn't are now much closer. We met daily to work hard on our work in progress at our in-world home, Milk Wood, in Second Life. Harri, our fearless leader, once again, organized an amazing series of workshops to keep us motivated. It worked! And there was even a pep talk *cough cough* posted in the Virtual Writers blog.

See you in April for more Moxie Madness!

Mr. Right

 

Silver Sea

Mr. Right lived in the lighthouse across the street. The place was hideous and no one ever visited it. Mr. Right was the typical know-it-all. When proven wrong, he'd blatantly lie. Everyone hated him, everyone except his neighbor who'd often ask to see the gallery because, as he said, "he enjoyed the fresh air". And he tried, he tried many times. Mr. Right knew the neighbor wanted the lighthouse. Some plan to increase the flow of tourists and become the mayor. It turned out, Mr. Right wasn't Mr. Stupid so he never stood alone on that balcony with Mr. Ambitious.

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Arrested

 

Avydia

"He was arrested for playing awful music on the freaking harp."

"What's that?"

"Crappy music?"

"No. That word..."

"Harp?"

"Yes."

"It's that musical instrument!"

"Ah. What happened to the harp?"

"What do you mean?"

"He was arrested. And the harp?"

"How do I know what happened to the harp?!"

"Was it a big harp or a small harp?"

"It was an I-don't-care-harp." "

"Testy, just asking."

"I'll have to bond him out."

"Why?"

"OMG, have you been paying attention to anything at all? The gold is in the harp."

"Now I'm confused, how can that be an I-don't-care-harp then?"

"OK, bye."

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