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Dewey

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Dewey's Diary - Chad's Sleepover

Last night, I had a sleepover with my friend Chad from school. I don’t know why, but people aren’t prepared to give Chad a chance. Even his own parents have given up hope; and my teachers don’t even talk to him any more. He may be a little strange, but he’s not dangerous. I mean, he’s only bitten me five times. I just wanted to prove that he could do normal stuff like a normal kid.

Of course, when dad disapproved of Chad coming round, I did what any other kid would do. I asked mom instead. She’s the one who’s really in charge.

Whilst here, Chad spent all of his time organising the place. I don’t think that the house has ever been so orderly. I did have my doubts though when he took an axe to Malcolm and Reese’s clothes in order to separate the colours. I just hope I’m not around when my older brothers find out.

Thanks to Chad, I did get to see my parents in another light. I found out that dad is an obsessive compulsive and it was him, not Reese that had filled in all the letters of the entire set of encyclopaedias.

My friend also saved my mom $19 by finding the warranty for her beloved blender. I don’t know why it was broken in the first place. She barely uses it. Oh wait, it could have had something to do with that time Reese used it to shred things from the garden.

Chad’s organising wasn’t all good. He also found a Polaroid of my Mom naked that my dad took some years ago whilst she was sleeping. It was gross. The image is still in my mind, and will probably give me nightmares for many weeks to come.

ENDS – 298 words
 
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yardgames

Retired Administrator
Superbious journal entry appanah. I could just see Dewey giving a monologue with those exact words. This is great!
 
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yardgames

Retired Administrator
Malcolm - Butterflies

In addition to ruining the rest of my life, my mom decided it would be a good idea to ruin my spring break as well. I have to work with her at the Lucky Aide for the next two weeks. Furthermore, it's the graveyard shift! I can't believe she would do that! And give sneering Dewey the whole bed to himself for two weeks. I hate my mom!

When I worked during times when people actually shopped, I got to know Wendy pretty well. She's this cute girl, I really like her, but I can't figure out how to make her like me. She's really weird.

But the other night I met a guy living under the shelves, behind a crate of balls. Weird stuff was happening in the store, like change being left on the counters, and messes getting cleaned up. When I reviewed the security tapes, a man disappeared off the side of a camera. When I found him, he begged me, by name, not to turn him in. He had been living in the store for three years! He knew everything about everyone, most importantly, Wendy.

Knowing everything about Wendy, working the graveyard shift wasn't so bad. Mom has her ways of figuring stuff out though, and she discovered the man pretty quick. She actually called the cops on him! But then her shift expired and she left; in fact, everyone left before the cops even got there. I guess they'll never believe us when we say there's a man living in the store again.

I used my newfound knowledge on Wendy and she thought I was stalking her; oh well, the restraining order could be a lot more than fifty feet.

(285 words)
 
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Dewey

Minimalistic
Thats yet another excellent journal entry written on behalf of Malcolm. I like the added touch with the layout with the reference to the restraining order.

My entry for Dewey is pending.

@ yardgames: I'm referring back you a previous post of yours. Now this is a serious question, so please don't laugh. What time do you need to go to bed to get up for 06:30? I always wake up late, but I think its because I'm also staying up late.
 
tjpeople

tjpeople

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i have noted speaking with sam that in the us people go to bed much earlier than we do in general. so naturally they get up earlier in general
 
NeCoHo

NeCoHo

Retired Mod
Wow, looks like I'm a little behind in the journals... better get to work. I'll try to get at least one done.
 
NeCoHo

NeCoHo

Retired Mod
This is for Pilot:


I kinda miss Francis. But with him gone I can beat up Malcolm and Dewey whenever I want. It feels good to be king. I really don't want to talk about this morning. Dad has too much hair. At least I got the last waffle, poor Dewey, oh well. Then Francis called. I didn't know mom or dad smoked. Now Francis smokes... Malcolm got into this Krelboyne Class, that just gives ME another excuse to beat HIM up! I didn't know anyone smart was ever in my family. Maybe I'm smart. Maybe I have to beat myself up!!!! NO!!! Now Malcolm will get special treatment. I want him to hurt! Then Malcolm beat up Spath. I have to remember to use pudding during my beatings tomorrow at school. Well, Mom says I have to go to bed, it's only 9:30. Better not get her too angry.


It's a bit short at 146 words. I don't think a season 1 Reese would write much anyway.

It's different to write when they are younger. You have to think less complicated, I tried to be concise. sorry if it's short.
 
NeCoHo

NeCoHo

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This is from Red Dress:

I was so surprised when Mom didn’t find Dewey. I mean, she’s losing it. It’s Mom and Dad’s Anniversary. We got them a picture frame, such a bad gift. What is wrong with a karate video? I thought Mom burned her dress and blamed us. Then she tortured us. We had to stand in a corner, Dewey smells so bad. I almost gagged. Then she maked us lay under the couch. It’s scary, I mean super-scary. Like Grandma Ida scary. After Malcolm told Francis I did it, he helps us create a resistance against the evil menace. So far the torture includes taking our favorite toys, spinning us till we barf, crushing us into a corner and the under-the-couch treatment. then she interviewed us and tried to make my brothers look like the bad guys. Not happening. Who cares anymore? It was just a dress, we didn’t even touch it. After the interviews we were forced to listen to a horrible song, it was like a bunch of evil clowns singing songs for kids younger then Dewey. We were in our room when Malcolm did that smart thing again. He said something about 186,480 holes or something like that in the tiles.
I can’t protect him forever from the bullies. I barely have the time to beat up my regulars let alone everyone who hates Malcolm. It’s hard being a bully. That’s when Mom did the most horrible thing ever made up by mankind. She tried to take away the TV, our TV, the only thing that brings us happiness now-a-days. Then Ed came to complain, we hid the TV, and there was nothing Mom could do about it. Mom finds her gift and we find out that she was listening to our phone call to Francis. I wasn’t sorry that I had to hurt Malcolm to get him to think. I still doidn't understand his plan to get us out of trouble. It did look good on paper though. I need to rest my punching for tomorrow to beat up the kids trying to get to Malcolm. Better get to sleep.


350 words, wow, I just barely did it. I fixed so it is is past tense. I got rid of the ITs. Thanks for the critizism, arach. Thanks for helping me to improve it.
 
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arach

New member
It's hard for me to criticise you, because you are doing great work with your journals.

But did Reese ever talk about Lois as "IT"? I don't think so.:confused:
And there are some problems with the tenses. Sometimes you wrote in the past and sometimes in present tense. Maybe it's a wanted Reese-mistake, but actually he never shifts tenses when he talks.

Sorry :(
Right on, the entries you write still are great work. :)
 
Amigo22

Amigo22

Super Moderator
Here are Francis's Journals for Houseboat & Emancipation:


HOUSEBOAT (PART 1)


Eric didn’t show up at Drill practice a few days ago, so I went to find out where he was. I found him in his room packing his bags. He told me that he’s just turned eighteen, so he’s legally an adult, and nobody could tell him what to do. Then he told me told me he was going to Alaska. He told me I could make $45 an hour working on oil rigs or logging camps, and that I don’t even need a diploma. That sounded totally cool. Far better than being in Military School. I called Mom, and of course she disapproved, telling me that I was going to graduate from High School. Why? It would be a total waste of money. We both know I’m failing. But she told me if I flunk out, I’m stuck there for another year. No way! I slammed down the phone and it fell off the wall and hit my leg. Yelping in pain, I fell to the floor, hitting the trophy case on the way. The whole case fell down on me and broke. Later, I was resting on my bed. I had a nine inch gash in my right leg, and my left leg was badly bruised. But that didn’t stop Spangler from ordering me to repair the trophy case! That’s totally unfair! There is only so far a person can be pushed. So I went to a Lawyer and got myself legally emancipated. I sent copies of the documents home, which of course made Mom flip out. I don’t care. I don’t have to listen to her any more. I’m considered an adult now. And whether she likes it or not, I’m leaving this horrible school and I’m going to Alaska to make more money than she and Dad do.


EMANCIPATION (PART 2)


I was really glad to be leaving Military School. As I packed my bags, I thought about how great Alaska was going to be. Then I saw the family portrait Mom sent me two years ago. I wondered how they would react when I got home.


On my arrival home, as soon as I stepped out of the car, Dad came sprinting down the driveway, roaring with rage. So I dropped my bag and ran. He chased me down the street and into a tree. Eventually he calmed down enough so I could talk to him as we walked back home. Mom was a different story. She wouldn’t let me into the house. After everyone had gone to bed, I climbed through the window into my brothers’ bedroom. Even they were mad at me, Reese hit me as soon as he saw me. But if they had been at Military School for three and a half years, they would understand. I got to sleep in their room that night, but the next day I was locked outside again. I wasn’t even allowed to eat real food, I had to eat from the bird feeder! As a last resort to get Mom to talk to me, I walked down to the Lucky Aide and let the air out of one of her tyres. That way we could have time to talk while I put on her spare. Instead, she drove home on the flat. So I gave up. On the day I was leaving, Dad tried to persuade her to talk to me, but she still refused. My cab arrived, and as I was saying goodbye to my brothers, Mom came out, suddenly ready to listen to me. But I was in no mood to talk to her any more. Instead I yelled at her. I told her that this is what she gets for the way she treated me, and that she has made my life a living hell. It wasn’t the farewell I had intended, but she did deserve it.
 
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yardgames

Retired Administrator
As I am the Malcolm writer, do people want to write entries for Malcolm for seasons earlier than six? I don't really see a point, since they were still written in first person at the official site, but if you want me to, I can.
 
admin

admin

Retired Administrator
yardgames said:
As I am the Malcolm writer, do people want to write entries for Malcolm for seasons earlier than six? I don't really see a point, since they were still written in first person at the official site, but if you want me to, I can.
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Its up to you, you can still improve on what they have done.

I was going to recommend we concentrate on season 6 first, just in case you guys get tired - it is dumb to have incomplete seasons, but we appear to be dotting around quite a bit.

Anyway, its all fine with me I am willing to host what ever finished product is made.

If anyone is interested in doing perhaps a parental point of view for season 6, or an earlier season if they have no access to season six feel free - after all would it not be interesting to see Lois' or Hals side of the story as well :D
 
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yardgames

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Hal would be absolutely hilarious to see! Someone would have to have the perfect writing style to imitate him. I'd love to see what you all can com eup with.
 
NeCoHo

NeCoHo

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I noticed a couple mistakes in my Red Dress.

The corrections are bolded/italicized/underlined:

1)...Then she made us lay under...

2)...think. I still don't understand his plan...

3)...I need to rest my punching arm for tomorrow to beat up the kids...

Sorry about that, my bad.
David, if you could fix that for me, thanks so much.
 
admin

admin

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J. said:
I noticed a couple mistakes in my Red Dress.

The corrections are bolded/italicized/underlined:

1)...Then she made us lay under...

2)...think. I still don't understand his plan...

3)...I need to rest my punching arm for tomorrow to beat up the kids...

Sorry about that, my bad.
David, if you could fix that for me, thanks so much.
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I well do it as soon as I can. Should probably be fixed with whatever I upload tomorrow.
 
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