Voice of the SCCR

23.6.14

Readers, I have some devastating news. 

Andrew got a job offer in Dublin to teach at a university.

I got one to go travel the world, reporting strange events and photographing the supernatural.

I think you all know where this is going.

I am so very sorry it had to end this way readers. I think this is where I'll stop the blog as well. 

It has been a crazy year with all of you and I love each of you very much.

Except for you Joe Whitsonberg

I still hate you.

But I think it might comfort you even the slightest to know that we parted on mutual terms and are living out our dreams.

However, I am still very much in love with him.

But, this is what he really wants, and what I do as well, so it was for the best.

Remember when I described my for love for him as one that he was a piece of me I didn’t know was missing and if I were to lose him again is never be quite right?

I feel exactly the same now.

Well, my perfect ending would be traveling the world by his side, teaching and cataloging odd events. 

Maybe one day.

But today is not the day for every single wish of a perfect ending coming true.

Today is the day for heartache, loss, and hope for a better future.

A day for new beginnings.

I'll leave you with this readers- "At your smallest components, you are indistinguishable from a forest fire," (@Nightvaleradio, May 11) 

20.6.14

So, Andrew got a job offer at a university in Dublin.

and I got one to go travel the world and investigate the strange. 

It's a dream come true for both of us, and it literally is our dreams.

Except neither of us will be with the other.

I honestly, always pictured us settling down here, in Sand Crown. Maybe even go to Ireland.

But, here we are, almost at the end of the story, but don't fret, i'm not done with you just this minute. There's still more I can't leave unsaid.

Most of it will have to wait though, we're busy packing our bags.

I am so incredibly ticked off at the world and the universe and fate and destiny and whoever else is responsible for this. Why can't things work out like they should?

Why do things always get so

INCREDIBLY

MESSED

UP

I HATE IT AND I HATE THIS AND I HATE HAVING TO LEAVE THIS STUPID DORK AND I HATE HIS PUPPY DOG EYES AND HIS SMIRK AND EVERYTHING WE DID TOGETHER AND I HATE THAT I HAVE TO LEAVE AND PUT ALL OF THIS BEHIND ME. 

THIS ISN'T HOW MY STORY WAS SUPPOSED TO END.

I NEVER SIGNED UP FOR THIS FREAKING TRAGEDY OF A TALE.

I HATE IT ALL.

Why is everything always MY FAULT?

My life was supposed to be as normal as I could achieve and then he waltzed in and things hit the ceiling and life was never the same. But then again I could never stand for normal. I just couldn't. My lifestyle and who I used to socialize with, it shows that. He wasn't supposed to be like that though.

Why is he like that?

Is it because I chose him?

Anyways, I got the last of my boxes, kissed him goodbye,

and then i left our home for the last time.

I am so hyped up right now.

I could run five laps.

I could climb a tree.

I could burn down I building.

I could kill a man.

Just kidding readers, anatomy week is over.

But appreciation week of the culinary arts started yesterday.

Joe Whitsonberg is the most awful excuse of a human being that I have ever had I unfortunate luck of meeting, God forbid share a small town with.

Oh gosh guys, spring break starts in 1 minute!!! Wait- 10 seconds!

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The City Council wanted me to tell all of you out there that you need to read more.

And do less legal activities.

And that the librarians are eagerly awaiting you.

So remember, don't let them catch you.

Just get your books and run as fast as you can out of there.

Good luck!

The lights above the Wendy's have been getting progressively more violent. Just last week the shot missiles at the old abandoned car lot. And yesterday, they burned down the gas station next to the old car lot. 

Strange.

City Council says they are remedying the problem now and we shouldn't worry. But if we spontaneously combust, to refrain from calling the constable's secret police as there will be no need, they will already be there.

They know all.

Sorry about that last post readers, I went into spring break right after I typed the zero an I fell against my keyboard.

And then onto the floor.

But, I'm back now! And so are all of you!! It's great to have you back and to be back.

So, shall we begin?

Well, spring break is coming up, and you know what that means! Time just stops and everyone goes into a comatose state for two weeks.

Wonderful.

As for me, if you're wondering, I will be with Andrew of course! He keeps saying that we should maybe go on a vacation somewhere, it is spring break after all. I don't think he's ever had a spring break before. Poor baby.

Well, he'll find out soon enough!

Night readers!

Andrew is just gosh darn amazing!!!

He's so cute and perfect and lovely and dreamy and oh dear.

Just overall fantastic!

Let me elaborate: In this quaint little desert town, when it is dark, he is my scialytic constellation, burning bright in the sky and dispelling shadows from my wake.

Simply put, while he himself may not be as luminous, he is a brilliant conductor of light. 

And I, cannot help myself from falling even further into this pit in my cavity of chest where my heart would be, called love.

Now now, many may think love is mystery to me, but the chemicals are surprisingly simple, and exceedingly destructive. 

Am here I find myself a victim of it.

I hate Joe Whitsonberg so much. I know, I know, this is silly. Why am I ranting about him. It only gives him more attention. Blah blah blah.

What a jerk!

He is just awful and terrible and whenever he walks by my home, the T.V. goes to static and whispers emanate from it for hours after. Not to mention, the clock gets all messed up.

Who just does that?

Goes by someone's house to screw up their time telling devices and entertainment box?

Jerky people.

Or people who need to be turned into jerky.

Finally, after days of that dreaded storm, the town is back to normal. Store owners have already begun redesigning their storefronts and ordering new mannequins- not from Desert Bluffs.

Oh no.

Never again. 

Now I understand why Night Vale hates them so much, they're awful! And they look like us....

Odd.

Well, I mean, me and my cousin Cecil look pretty similar. But Kevin- there was something off about him.

Anyway, we give our sincerest condolences to those who lost their lives and the families of such people.

I think I'm going to end it here readers, I can't keep typing.

Things are only getting worse readers, we are hiding in cellars and attics and anywhere we can. They are everywhere and they know where we all are. Make one small sound and they get you. They are faster, faster than you could ever imagine. Just one shift and you're dead. 

Provisions are running out and people are getting sick.

Please, for the love of all that is sacred, somebody save us.

A heavy fog settled over Sand Crown today.

We live in the desert.

How?

Not only that but we actually got the makings of a thunderstorm. Odd.

And in with this storm came a shipment of mannequins from Desert Bluffs, a gift to celebrate our 5187346th year of being a lovely town.

How nice!

Things is, their eyes seem to follow you and they move. But only ever so slightly, so you're not sure if you're dreaming or not.

The fog that rolled in has sent the citizens into a delirium.

Michelle Overland set her house on fire.

Jack McMullen just straight up murdered the tree elf in his backyard.

Annie Dover has been seeing hallucinations.

Michael Vaen claims that the voices made him dig that well.

Jodie Baxter said they made her jump in.

Doug Carter doesn't remember who he is or where he disappeared to for a few days.

 Maggie Carter (his wife) denies he was ever even gone.

What is going on??????

A gigantic thunderstorm has decided to enshroud Sand Crown and the shop mannequins seem to be growing restless.

Oh! And earlier today I crossed paths with an odd man who like me, said his name was Kevin and he was from Desert Bluffs. Huh.

Said he wanted to check the progress of the mannequins, and if they were doing their job correctly.

My cousin (and his whole town) hate Desert Bluffs..

He look like me and dressed like me too. But, the colors were all wrong, as I wear dark blues, much like Cecil wears purple. He was wearing a sunny yellow-orange, which was in great contrast to his eyes.

Oh God, his eyes. 

They were like a void that sucked in every bright thing and seemed suck you in as well. Don't let his face splitting grin fool you, he has fangs where we have teeth and bloodstains all over.

But there is something else off kilter about it, I just can't put my finger on it.

Oh no readers, the mannequins are literally coming off the shelves and they are wielding dangerous weapons.

They can smell fear and sense every movement.

Anyone who steps out of line is being shot.

We fled, with the rest of the town, to who knows where.

But not back there.

Never again.