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David Platypus Trailer

David Platypus, server of justice who aged to his 70's, must fight crime as he teams with his friend, Bruce Kennedy, to defeat convicts plotting to take down the duo. Check it out. This is why I've been lacking some blogposts. So far, a new post about an escape is being edited. Keep it cool n' keep reviewing my posts. http://coolstorybro124.blogspot.com/view/classic

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Monster- Independent Novel

The text I have read over the past two weeks was the novel, 'Monster.' This book was about how lawyers, O'Brien and Briggs, vouched and attempted to keep the accused Steve Harmon and James King from going 25 years to life in prison. Steve and James are charged for the murder of drugstore clerk, referred mostly as Mr. Nesbitt, and robbery of cigarettes. The novel mostly took place in a courtroom where O'Brien and Briggs were pleading to the jury that Harmon and King were not guilty but Petrocelli, the lawyer against O'Brien and Briggs thought otherwise. She planned to plead the jury that Steve and James are guilty of murder and robbery. Links to the robbery also included Bolden, Cruz, and Bobo. Bobo played a key role the jury by stating that he was involved in the murder, thus stating that he killed Mr. Nesbitt, so far as proved in court. However, Bolden and Cruz were linked to the murder if they either wanted some of the money or in Cruz's case, wanted Harmon and King locked up in jail. Bobo, Cruz, and Bolden all knew each other which was proved in the text. This 'bond' made their be several different understandings of the scene. Some of which stated that Steve Harmon was lookout for the King and Bobo to search if there were any cops in the store. However, King and Bobo 'accidentally' shot Mr. Nesbitt with his own drugstore gun.  All of these statements were much similar to each other and if the book stopped at that point, King, Harmon, and Bobo should be guilty and sent to 25 years to life in prison. Luckily, there was some more court left to handle. O'Brien and Briggs later on plead that Harmon and King were not guilty. Unfortunately, King was sent of to 25 years to life in prison but he wasn't alone. Osvaldo (Mr. Cruz) and Bobo went to prison as well for taking part in the robbery. Luckily, Steve was sent free. He went on with his life with a happy mother and decided to make films.

The Adventure of Marty Brown

Shivers and goosebumps chilled and cooled Marty Brown as the coldness woke him up signaling another freezing school day in the icy Rockies. However, this day didn't start off as projected: Marty woke up as a beaver. At first, Marty though of this as just another prank pulled by his brother Rocky but after repeating his daily routine, Marty was shocked to see no change in his image. Upon entering the bus, Marty was recognized with a hood dangling from his hair to his upper-chin. The strange stench of Canadian animal-life flowed through each seat of the bus like blood flowing through each and every organ inside your body. Double-takes of Marty was a common, but today, Marty had triple-takes. Denver wasn't known for their hatred of animals, but they were always ready to slash and gash beavers. Canadians were Colorado's most feared and hated type of people so seeing Marty in beaver-form wasn't so pleasing. Luckily, none of the passengers planned to harm Marty for they were not entirely sure Marty was in complete beaver-form. Arriving to school, Marty beavered' around the school trying to hide his beaver-looks from the students. The day was coming to a great start for Marty until lunch came.

As lunch rushed through the day, Marty was experiencing another symptom of turning into a beaver: A beaver tail. As this unlikely phenomenon was taking place, Marty's friend, Kyle, started to notice the transformation. However, Kyle did not warn Marty so Marty was dumbfounded once he noticed the waffle-tail evolving. Marty then, tried his hardest to keep the tail from being noticed by anyone else. Unaware that Kyle knew, Marty planned to tell Kyle before anyone else knew.

By the end of the day, Marty was in complete beaver-mode and then died. (Ending intended)
"SORRY fans for this terrible ending. Your blogger was rushed..."

Sincerely,
Marty The Beaver Brown

Sensory Details?

POLAR BEAR LAYING ON THE GROUND IN A FETTLE POSITION (IMAGE WILL BE GIVEN IN WORDS...)

As the guts poured out of the white, prodigious, and once-feared polar bear flew out straight from his body, his life flashed before his eyes as if he starred the dramatic ending scene in most movies. Raw fish congested the air while rotting to a remorseful with several bones popping out making a click-clacking noise as if it were a symphony from Beethoven. Starvation was common for this endangered specie, but none were as horrifyingly-bad at this moment. Click...Clack...Bump...Crack. That's all the came through as the the mammal laid there with his eyes closed shut and his tongue dangling from his mouth. His body shivered in coldness and flinched once or twice before the immediate death. Misery seeped through his body and was showing gracefully hovering over his remaining corpse. The polar bear's weight was a mere 200 lbs in counting slightly dropping by the second. His ear was combusted leading all the bloop to drip little by little on the ice-cold snow. Temperatures was a definite and absolute -100 degrees F. Wishes crowded the crowd as if they were Tweets through Twitter. Every single watcher looked on in horror as the bear's insides gushed out like how gushers pick-pop in your mouth. Frantically, the bear lost all his guts and lost all his fur in minutes. Drip...Drop...Pick...Pop...Dead....

The Cures

Demented, perturbed, disturbed... Then comes The Cures. These threatening children of the freezing pop-sickle like city of Detroit were known for their elite and utter-madness within this city. Ruins shattered and scattered the outer thick layers of the ground with the evil scent of victory for the evil-doers. Tasted like the blood shed from the victims of the fallen. Once killed, the gang-bangers cremated the body before robbing the inner and cotton-soft pockets of the poor wrong-doers. One slip of misleading messages would leave you sliced and diced as if you were another victim of the hash-slinging slasher (as used in Spongebob.) The Cures had no cure and luckily this was all settled through the Stanford visionary arts committee. Stanford, the place where you're dreams will come true. Visit Today!

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The Story Of David The Platypus: The Cool Platypus Will Serve You With David-Goodness

The hand-shaking, mind-bobbling, smooth-n'-elegant favored man of Atlanta, Jacob Cool-Boy, strolled down the streets of the ATL in an elated and heavily-happy direction until he veered to find a deranged platypus with a noticeable mad snail disease sickness. Trying to look as nonchalant as he can, he retrieved the semi-aquatic mammal from the garbage filled dumpster and brought the platypus to his residence. However, Cool-boy was cut short of his drive when he was pulled over by his friend, Lou Tenant. Hesitantly, he punched Lou in the kisser and tried to disguise himself by saying, "This is AMERICA!" Jacob knew not to tell Lou about the diseased and nearly-dead platypus. Once entering his home, he stuffed the platypus to the laboratory room and processed an experiment to determine whether or not the platypus is diseased with mad snail disease or just has an illness for starvation or what not.

 

After a series of grueling extended tests, the platypus was falsely accused of mad snail disease and was just homeless. Jacob kept the pet and started to train the pet as his own. It took months until the platypus was in tip-top shape. When the two decided to walk down town, Cool-Boy saw a flyer. The flyer stated that a local platypus convention was ready to take the nation by storm with the 1st annual platy-people show-off. "Finally, all the training would show in this competition", Jacob thought. He later designed a name and slogan for his platypus. The deranged endangered platypus became David the Platypus: The cool platypus will serve you with David-Goodness. Jacob Cool-Boy and David the Platypus- A star in the making. 

David and Jacob tried their very best in training and achieving goal through the last 2 weeks of working before the competition. Day of the competition, David was losing interest of participating after he suffered a torn MCL and was told not to continue. However, Jacob Cool-Boy pushed David and motivated him to win the convention and be the best platypus out there. 10 minutes into the showdown, David died when he was physically unable to perform 5 minutes after eating steamy nachos from the Latino shop across the street. David was a cool platypus but wasn't cool enough (Sorry David from English Class. Maybe you'll be alive in the next platypus story... No promises)

2026: Year of The Jacob...

The Nuclear Bomb of Earth has struck...

Leaving most people dead...

This is not a fictional tale...

This is real life...

I am not a robot programing this intervention... I am Jacob Jefferson... The last one...

And the first one of the new upcoming World...

DAY 1: 12:34:21 

I awoke to a sudden deficiency. All alone. I was able to manage my time wisely; Escaping that incoming bomb by crossing the border to the authentic and far-distance Amazon River. My swimming abilities was able to leave me deep in the ocean, avoiding this catastrophe. When the damage was done, I swam straight up to ridden dirt and cosmetic destruction. Luckily, I left unscathed by this accident, but I am still unaware of what's next to come. That's just me. My life is right now. I own this World and I seek to use its fullest potential. Whether it is surviving on my own or creating a new and joyful community. (Like that will ever happen.) Maintaining my life by eating from some food markets. Enjoyment...none. Curiosity...far-gone. Life...right in front of me. Today I wish to survive by consuming goods at a local supermarket. Then, hit the gym to burn calories (Not like I need to.) Finally, off to bed. This was a boring day... but I have to deal with it until another life-cycle takes place reviving all animals and humans. 

DAY 13: 15:46:10

The past few days was similar to first; The routine kept repeating for nearly two weeks. Still, I found myself isolated with this typical routine. However, it was days like this where rain and thunderstorms were beginning to overcome land. It was now time to relocate from Southern Africa to another cooler and comforting place: It was now time to move on to Great Britain where sunshine and warmth was only on the other side of the World.

DAY 29: 8:53:40

After many excruciating days of traveling on a high-mileage motorcycle, I finally reached my destination: Britain. With the small breezes and 60 degree weather, I found myself stuck in the home of the British eating and taking in crumpets and awkwardly tasting Dr. Pepper drinks. (There may have been a special ingredient added that I plan on not saying.) As usual, I kept that same routine until I discovered high winds speeding up to 100 miles per hour. I was near a water source that is easily influenced by hurricanes. Warm and cool air fused as a sudden funnel of air formed. I knew I needed to leave... leave for America.

DAY 36: 19:11:46
America was nearby from Britain. However, there still was that body of water that over-flowed as a barrier to separate the countries. I escaped by hijacking a canoe I found in a rental place near the Mediterranean Ocean. I entered it, then I rid down to the States. I was certain I would last in the home of the Brave. Atlanta was my new plan of scenery: Few tornadoes, cool weather, and near the ocean for quick escape routes. I think I finally found a home.

The Dawn Of Tommy Unisen

"Someone help me!"

"It's too late Tommy. You brutally killed our children and now..." Bob paused as he rubbed his chin in a methodical and threatening motion. "Now you will be forced to endure the tormenting and painful consequences that lurk next in your life... This is for our children!" 

"Nooo!" Tommy screamed as he took his last breath on this currently-miserable planet. Bob and his already-attacked colleague of families gathered as they witnessed Tommy Unisen die an unforgiving death. Tommy was known as the child-killer. After being released for his job as school janitor, he quickly swept later that night for their harmless and innocent kids. Unisen performed a variety of actions that would usually make you uncomfortable. Then, he went on to slice their little child minds from above them. Tommy just really liked young children. The families discovered this incident after noticing that their lovable daughters and sons have been away from home for a numerous amount of days. Tommy was instantly accused when the parents discovered that he left his mark on the now-dead children: 1... 2... Tommy is right beside you. 

Unisen recently escaped a mental-recovering hospital in which was another word for mental-jail. He changed his name from Rick Cornerall to Tommy Unisen. Silently, he took the open job as all-day janitor to get close to the beloved 1st graders. Unisen knew he was all-clear for the attack. His first target, Jennifer, was an Italian girl that transferred from Italy to Flint, Michigan which was where the school was located. Tommy was indefinitely in stalking mode. He followed Jennifer to a nearby alley where his parents had dropped her to visit her friend, Rebecca. Stupidly, Jennifer decided to take short-cut through a forgotten and non-productive cornfield. I think you know what happened next. It was only last Tuesday when he was caught. Unisen aborted the school and ran like there was no tomorrow. To his surprise, the angry citizens of Flint, Michigan were right on his trail. They cornered Tommy and violently set his hiding spot on fire. Unisen died almost simultaneously. With 4th degree burns, Tommy died... or did he.There was no body found at the place. No blood, no evidence, and no killer. He had retreated only to come again with swift attacks. Tommy came back stronger and more demented than he was before his death. He also came back with an advantage: Tommy Unisen was invisible with superhuman strength. How could anyone catch him?
"Hey, Kim!" Francine hollered as she abruptly interrupted Kimmy's sleep. Kimmy and Francine were recognized as the blonde amigos for their passionate friendship. They were recent targets of Tommy Unisen until Tommy disappeared. These friends barely knew Tommy, however. But, Unisen had his eye on them before he lost both of his eyes. They were next on Tommy's cruel and helpless list.
"Geez, Francine!" Kimmy responded with a groggy and hung-over tone.
"Ready?"
"Ready for what, Francine?" Francine was an early-bird so this was typical for Kim.
"The wedding? Remember. It's Bob and Kelly's wedding. You know; Mr. Kennedy. Our 1st grade teacher?
"Oh, okay. I remember. Let's go. We don't want to be late!"
As the 2 entered their 2012 blue Malibu turbo-engine automobile, they rode on to Battle Creek, Michigan where the marriage was held. After this event, they planned on hosting their own reunion party with their fellow friends from middle and elementary school. But first, the dreadful ad boring marriage.
"As we gather her today, to bring Bob Kennedy and Kelly Washington together as their own family unit, we would like to start off with some pre-marriage festivities." The preacher said as he himself, started off with a whole new subject topic. Bob and Kelly had to endure all these activities, until, they were finally about to be united.
"Do you, Kelly Elizabeth Washington, take Bob Michael Kennedy, as your lofty wedded husband. To care when sick and to trust within?"
"I do." Kelly answered back with full confidence.
"And do you, Bob Michael Kennedy, take Kelly Elizabeth Washington, as your lofty wedded wife. To care when sick and to trust within?"
"I-" Immediately after Bob pronounced the word "I," he was suddenly and swiftly stabbed in a gory action. You could see the red-sharp blood slither beneath from the infected-wound as the knife twirled and twisted severing his internal organs. Veins were popping like children do when they consume bubble-gum, people yelling like chimpanzees without their bananas, blood was gushing as if it was a gusher, and just straight-up cutting like this was an individual gore-fest. But, the spree didn't end yet. No, not entirely. Next died the preacher, then the usher, then the families. Everyone besides Kimmy and Francine died. Luckily, Kimmy and Francine managed to escape to their Malibu to avoid their death. They may have skipped the homicide, but they knew they were next on the list. After researching quickly about invisible deaths they learned that already before this attack, 301 children and adults were stabbed and shanked to their death.

They were all mysteriously killed by someone named Tommy Unisen. He was evicted of the murders because of that sign he always leaves: 1... 2... Tommy's right beside you. Police were able to link the murders from before when Kimmy and Francine were 1st graders to the recent murders when he was invisible. Kimmy and Francine started to remember. '1... 2... Tommy's right beside you' they both thought. Communications ad calculation linked them to realize who Tommy was targeting. But wait! Suddenly and quietly, the door closed from behind them. Tommy's here.
"Kimmy! He's here!" Francine yelled as she warned Kimmy. Kimmy then used her reflexes to dodge the incoming knife that she predicted to come. The duo then started splitting in Kimmy's mansion. Hoping to stay alive, they hid all over her house. But will that save them from the horrifying menace?

While Kimmy was secretly sneaking behind her closet, Francine was able to chill in a kitchen cabinet. Slowly with suspense, Tommy crept in the kitchen. As he was beginning to leave, he heard a crack between cabinets. 'kraaac-kk'  went the kitchen. Viscously, Unisen cracked open every cabinet until he found Francine. With is sharp and cunning blade knife, he stabbed and brutally killed her which led to a scream heard over a thousand miles. Francine was dead instantly.
Kimmy was next. Tommy searched through rooms and still couldn't find her. Maybe she was already dead... or maybe she hid in her ex-boyfriend, Kent, house. As Tommy looked, Kimmy looked towards Kent. Tommy wasn't that dumb, however. He was an ex-C.I.A agent and studied being a detective using clues to chase down convicts such as himself. A foot print was spotted and an instant trail was discovered. The print was recognized with blood; Blood from the wedding. He swiftly entered Kent's house only to find no lights on  and no movement of such. Kent and Kimmy were planning to end the destruction by killing Tommy with a bow-and-arrow Kent acquired after completing his services as a Green Beret late last year. Tommy walked by to notice 2 people aiming an arrow at him.
"Shoot him now, Kent!" Kent fired only to miss. Tommy actually reflected the arrow to stab Kent in the forehead. Now, Kimmy had no where to run and no where to find. Kimmy ran as she slipped on the oil-added trap her and Kent made to wound Tommy. Her plan backfired. Then, she knew she just had to accept her death. Finally, Unisen attempted to shank her before he was shot. The police had came.
"Don't move with your hands up. This is the police. You are surrounded. There is no way out!"
"Don't be too comfortable, sweetie. Once I escape, I'm coming for you." Tommy said as he was sent to reform prison.

THE NEXT DAY

Kimmy awoke crying from witnessing her 2 best-friends die by her enemy. She went to the bathroom to clean up and wash her face. When she looked up, she was accompanied. 

"Slash and stab. Bye-bye little Kimmy! And for your information: It's Tommy Elijah Unisen that killed you!"