Monday, December 3, 2012

You brought this upon yourself... (A Story Contest)

OK, so you really did bring it upon yourself.

What? You don't believe me?

OK, buster. Well, go and look over at my poll on the side.

SEE? You guys brought it upon yourselves. There's the most votes on "contests".

WHAT?! You were talking about design contests?!?!

Well, it does say contests in general.

So, see?

You brought it upon yourself.

(And if you voted it, pretty please enter??)

OK, and what is this amazing contest, you ask?

Oh, and you want to know why I have that Jessie Bender picture coming with this post?

Well, I can tell you that, too.

It's because...

So you know how Jessie's been missing, right?

Well, she wasn't actually missing.

She was on a missing, see.

Now, the contest is, everybody submits a story about what Jessie was doing in the form of a letter like what happens.

The person who wins the contest will get to be featured in a future Jessie Bender letter!! =D

1. Enter one story in letter form, addressed to "readers" and ending with "Love, Jessie".
2. Put it into a comment with this post. (If it is not in this post, it won't be counted.)
3. Come up with a fictitious story about Jessie's adventures about why she was away.
4. Put the above^ advertisement on the side of your blog. (You can take it off after the award is done, or keep it on.)
5. Share this post. (on google)(so that others can enter, too)
6. If you win, you'll win an award to go on the side of your blog as well as be featured in a Jessie Bender letter. Your letter will also make print on this blog.
7. Second place will receive an award and a minor role in one of Jessie's letters.
8. Third place will receive an award and a mention in one of Jessie's letters.
9. Have fun!! :)


  1. My Entry ~

    Dear Readers,

    Wow, I bet you guys thought I was kidnapped didn’t ya I mean it seemed that way right? I’m sorry I just disappeared like that it’s a long story but I guess I’ll have to explain it to you like I explained it to Noah. He seems pretty happy I’m back (he’s one of the people who thought I was kidnapped) he really chewed me out I heard I was even in the Generation Gazette okay yeah I’m rambling, guess I’d better quit stalling and begin.

    Story Mode….

    I was leaving the hotel when I ran into Summer. Her face was boiling red and her hair, pretty frazzled conversation seemed useless still I was curious where she had been the other day so I at least attempted it.

    “Hey Summer.” She glared at me.

    “Be quiet Jessie Bender I don’t want to talk to you!”

    “Oh, are you still in trouble? Where were you the other day anyway, come to think of where were you just now?” Her eyes stabbed at me like sharp swords.

    “It’s none of your Business Jessie!”

    I didn’t think her face would ever be a natural color again I think I was right cause the next thing I saw was Summer turning white as sheet actually she still had red blood vessels lining her face so it was more like notebook paper.

    I glanced where she was looking and saw a lady in a black suit. Summer mumbled something about needing to wash her hair and ran as fast as she could into the hotel.
    I decided I’d turn detective and find out what was going on so I waited until the lady turned to go and then I followed her…

    Long and short of it the lady in black turned out to be a thief and had somehow convinced Summer to go through a window (how she did that I’ve no idea Summer’s pretty claustrophobic) and open the door. The lady came that day for two reasons

    Reason 1. she’d stuffed all the loot in one of Summers bags. (Summer didn’t know it.)
    Reason 2. Summer wasn’t supposed to be here the lady had meant to tie her up in a dark cellar to be uncovered when she’d skipped town but Summer had escaped and the lady had finally tracked her down.

    The whole undercover thing had taken a lot longer then I’d expected and got lost and couldn’t get back (also lost my phone somewhere so I couldn’t contact anyone.) I stayed in the thief’s undercover hideout in her basement, but anyways the ladies in prison now, that house that got robbed got its stuff back, Summers in even bigger trouble for not telling, and I’m back at the hotel.

    Soo yeah all the kids are mad at me cause we’re being sent back home for “bad” behavior mom’s gonna kill me you may have to wait awhile before I can send you another letter lets hope her punishment will be lenient.


    1. lol great job! You kinda forgot to share us on Google, but that's OK. =D

  2. Here we go:
    First one I've entered! Does sharing the link count as on Google? If it doesn't, then you'll have to explain to me. :)

    1. Thanks!! :) Uh, well, if you don't want to, you don't have to. =P

  3. Dear Readers,

    I know I have been missing. It was unavoidable. And I don't have a clue about Noah.

    It all started this way: It was the day Noah and my parents were gone, both sets. I decided I was going to take a bike ride in the park just before I had supper. So I was merrily riding along, and then I see this car following me. And that was a bit creepy, so I headed back toward my home.

    Then they started chasing me. I was pedaling frantically, but the car caught up to me, and a man and a woman, both dreessed in black, got out and grabbed my bike so I couldn't ride any further.

    "What do you want?" I asked them.

    The man smiled weirdly. "We want you to come with us, Miss Jessie Bender."

    I started untangling myself from my bike. "No way, Mr Creepy Person!"

    The woman laughed. "Don't worry Jessie. Just come with us, and you'll be fine."

    I stood up straight. "Oh, yeah? Well, what if I don't want to go with you?"

    The woman pressed her lips together and looked at me. "Then we will be compelled to use force to get you to come."

    So I tried to start running, but I didn't get farther than a step or two before the man grabbed me and put me in the car. And it was weird, because it was like a police car. It didn't have handles or anything on the back seat doors on the inside. So there I was, stuck in the car while these two people took me somewhere.

    It seemed like we went a long way before anything happened. Then we pulled over at a rest stop and the woman came and sat in the back seat with me.

    "Jessie," she said, "this is not what it seems."

    I raised my eybrows. "It's not a kidnapping?"

    "No" she shook her head. "We have authority."

    I nodded my head skeptically. "Authority to take a girl off her bike and take her somewhere against her will?"

    The woman smiled. "I'll have you know, Jessie, we are recruiters for the Junior CIA."

    "No way you are."

    The woman breathed exasperatedly. "Do you have to be so stubborn?" She took a badge out of her pocket. "See?"

    I stared at it. It looked authentic. "Oh." It was all I could think of to say.

    And then we went a lot of other places and I met a whole bunch of people, but I can't tell you it. Because it is classified information. I can't even tell you what they asked me, (but I bet you'll guess) and what I answered. So if I go missing again, don't worry. Or do worry, but you won't know which to do, because I won't be able to tell you. This stinks. I can't tell you anything interesting that happened to me during this month.


    1. lol ;D Great job! Thanks for entering!! :)


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