Time's up.

Brrring!!!!!

Yes indeedy, time for you, you, you, ALL of you, is up. The contest is now over, and since both of our entries are simply amazing, they will both win the prize: a beautiful banner with their name on it! Perfect for any blog, or just to keep for yourself. Jealous, huh?

Well, I guess you should have entered then! Next time, think about that.

So Flightpretendment and the Wizardress, your banners should be coming shortly and will hopefully be posted in the comments section!

sincerely,

(yes, your banner will look something like this)

The Pigeon's Lament

Hey. Wazzup. I'm Pidgee-poo, but you can just call me Pidge for short. I was bred an buttered in New York, the city of cities. Ah, the city that never sleeps. I have such great memories as a little chick, fluttering and hopping under the air-conditioner in a Very Prominent Building on Wall St. and later making my nest for my own chickadees from shredded bank notes flying from the windows. Ah, those were the days. But then old Madoff, and all those other evil human-folk, lied and the whole economy collapsed! It doesn't make much sense to a pigeon. But now there was nothing left to eat, to find in the tossings of gourmet restaurants! People were eating what even birds wouldn't. In fact, some were so desperate they were trying to eat us! It was getting too dangerous around here, so after one particularly close encounter, I took off, and now here I am, in the middle of some desert mountain in Arizona, all alone. But does anyone ever consider the pigeon's plight? No, they just call us pest, rats with wings, and scoff at us. *sniff* And after all that we've been through! Well! If it wasn't for us, you'd be even worse off than you are! And how do you repay us? Kick us and steal our food, our city. We were the ones that guided Columbus, that fool, over here. And now look where my kindness has gotten me! Well I never!

NOTE: THE CONTEST WILL CONTINUE IN THE COMMENTS SECTION BELOW FOR 3 MORE DAYS, THEN A WINNER WILL BE DECIDED....

Neo-Geo, say hello.

Here we have a rather arty scribble, done just for fun (like all the other ones aren't). We have no backstory, no plot, climax--ooh, the suspense!--and then a horrible ending. We don't even have a one liner or a non-sequitur. Just neo-geo here. So in the comments, give a story, of what or who this is, where, when why, how, etc. Who-ever has the best story, wins! We'll give you a scribble of your own, then. 

Phanny's Prehistoric Shoe-store. How may I help you?

"It is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma; but perhaps there is a key"

enigma: a person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand. OR, a riddle or paradox.

The posts are to be stopping for 7 suns and moons for we are to be away in the beautious land of punta cana. Fare-the-well.

Title Quote: Winston Churchhill, making a radio broadcast about Russia in october 1939.

The Rare Kerplunker Stamp: every stamp collector's dream

You're in hot water, young man!

I mean, really. To have done such a thing to your sister! Got to your room and think about what you have done while I try to glue her ponytail back on! And you're grounded too! I just found out from the principal the horrible tricks you've been playing on your lovely old teacher, Mrs. Cantankerous! Think of all the money it's going to take to replace her dress and reupholster that chair! Yes, grounded grounded. That means no more after-school activities, either! I don't care if you have alien attack training class! And no, you can't go after school to visit Bongo the kinkajou! I don't care if he needs you to feed him honey! have another worm scout do it!....