First of all: I would like to thank anyone who reads this, enjoys it, or has ever enjoyed this series. It means a lot to me that people get something out of my writing.
Second of all: I am putting this series on hold. I don't know how long, but it could potentially be a long, long time. I need to focus on other writing projects. I'm starting to run out of ideas and inspiration for this. I love writing this, but I just need a break. This is not the end, believe me. Just- a new beginning. After something that started out as procrastination for working on rewriting old stories, I think it's time to begin that goal I wanted to start in the first place. -Mint/Olivia
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"Good morning, listeners... Welcome to the Cork Tree. I probably shouldn't be broadcasting so soon after what's happened, but... I guess this is therapy in a way for me. Radio is all I know, what I do best, a great distraction from the world. I'll just do my job, and worry about my emotions later."
"We have got some great news, however. A few weeks ago we sent a spy into Susan's operation, and they have come back with some information that could be important. I will not say their name as it would break their cover, but thank you." "Our mayor, Adam, is not our mayor. He's just a puppet. In fact, we believe that Highland City isn't the only one suffering like this. We believe other cities, such as London, Seattle, Paris, Madrid, Phoenix, and other major cities and capitals around the world are being controlled somehow." "If you are from any of these major cities, or any others where you notice something like this happening, you need to wake up! If you're in many of the schools for the gifted, you need to get out before it's too late. With this information, and eventually more, we can find our ruler's weakness. If you've lost someone to them, it will not have been in vain. My Maria, every single intern, family member, and friend who has been killed will not have died in vain." "The world will know what's truly happening. The songs and tales of rebellion will spread throughout the world! You know why, listeners? We have spread our wings. We now have branches of The Cork Tree in San Francisco and in New York City, and hopefully more places soon. My new colleagues are Jacob and Kiara, the Gabriel Twins, are actually on the line right now. Say hello!" The raspy voice of a man, as well as the crystal clear voice of a woman cut through the little bits of crackling static, as they talked, almost in sync. "Good afternoon, Oliver!" The raspy voice started, speaking out confidently. "And hello, listeners. My name is Jacob Gabriel, and the other one is my twin sister, Kiara." The clearer voice laughed. "That's right! And, starting tomorrow, the New York City branch of the Cork Tree will be up and running! All your true news from New York City will finally be broadcasted live, not the stupid generic shit that Mayor Lawrence gives everyone." "Exactly, sister! We don't care about what sandwich is popular in the city, or what kind of flower grows best in the city! We want to know about the secret dragon breeding corporation in the middle of Jersey Mike's Subs! Or the zoo escape cover up!" The siblings high-fived, the sound clapping hard near their microphone. "We hope that if you're in New York City tomorrow evening, you'll tune into our branch! Gabriel Twins, out!" Both voices cut through at the same time, before the line dropped. "Thank you again to Jacob and Kiara for popping up on our show today! Now, with all that out of the way, onto the news for today." "Wait, we seem to have a caller on the line. Hello?" "Hello, Oliver?" A smooth, nearly seductive female spoke. "Oh, Willow! I wasn't expecting you! Listeners, this is Willow Graves of the San Francisco branch. Willow, what's happening?" "Oliver, we've got some troubling news from over here. I think- I think Susan is here, in San Francisco!" A confused hum hung in the air from Oliver, as he was trying to process what she had just said. "What do you mean, Willow? She's here, in Highland City! She never leaves!" "Well, there's someone that looks exactly like her, outside my studio. I don't know how, but she looks exactly the same. The same boring hairstyle, the same grab outfit, and the exact same smirk on her face. I'll keep you updated. I must go, I think she can hear me!" The line quickly dropped, and there was a quiet sigh, and the sound of an office chair spinning, the squeak being the only other noise, until Oliver spoke up again. "Listeners, I have no idea what's going on anymore. The news I was going to share will have to wait until tomorrow. Intern Erin, could you come here for a moment?" The shuffling of a person's feet approached the microphone, getting louder as they got closer. "Erin, I'm sending you down to San Francisco to check things out. Willow will be there and you can intern there for a while. Keep me updated with how everything goes, and find out if that's actually Susan that was there." The person's feet pounded against the floor, as they angrily stomped off, throwing something onto a chair nearby. "I guess now, listeners, we just have to wait. I see a crowd forming near the mayor's office. I'm on my way right now to check it out. Oh, great... Susan is here..." The emotion dropped off of his voice, as he, with an annoyed groan, tapped against his leg, the microphone barely picking up the sound, until she looked directly at him and smiled. "Oliver! I'm so happy to see you finally crawling out of that hole in the ground to join us! I was actually waiting to make the new announcement until you showed up!" "What do you want, Susan?" An angry huff, as well as the mumbles of a crowd were picked up. "Well, darling," the condescending tone came from her voice as she snickered, "Mayor Adam has decided to branch out and work with other cities! We might even be in talks with the President of the United States, too! So, you have no chance of winning. Not unless you could gather an army, which I hardly doubt you could do. Sadly, I must go work things out. Ta-ta!" Her voice disappeared as she walked away, and the crowd slowly started to disband. The sound of Oliver running was loud as he reached the studio again, and he set the microphone back down on the table. A click could be herd, before an automated voice slowly started playing. "Thank you for calling this number. Jacob Gabriel is currently unavailable at this time. Please leave your name and number after the beep, and he will get back to you as soon as possible." There was a second click and beep, and after hearing a jumble of gibberish and potential code, the sound of buttons being pressed made another automated message play. "Welcome to The Cork Tree: San Francisco! Willow Graves is currently out of the office, so she cannot take a call at this time. Please leave a message after the beep!" 3 weeks. It’s been 3 long, hard weeks. Susan has stayed on the radio, and it seemed no one was there. Oliver was once seen on the outskirts of town, but no more audio tapes have been found as of late. There was still hope for the people who found comfort in his voice. The Cork Tree was supposed to be going online in one week. Rumor has it that The Cork Tree is an underground radio station, designed to show “THE REAL TRUTH” as printed in bold and double-spaced on the headline.
Maria was determined to find Oliver, or “The Silverfield Fox” as everyone at school called him. She sat in her classroom, drawing up a small plan, when Mr. Richfield grabbed it and ripped it up. “Miss Ferris, there’s no need for such… foolish ideas. This is Highland City School for the Gifted. We don’t need your fantasies about rescuing an idiotic criminal.” Maria nodded and looked up, as class was about to start. “And now, today’s lesson, children.” A PowerPoint appeared on the board, titled Everything is Normal. “Today we will be learning about what is normal, and what is not. What is normal is perfectly fine. What is not normal needs to be destroyed. As the next generation, you are responsible for the eradication of these people, and things.” On and on the lesson went, the kids paying close attention. Well, all except Maria. As the presentation went on, the things considered “not normal” grew worse and worse. People with different views than the government were on this “list”, which turned out to be more of a hit-list than anything else. Conspiracy theorists. Small business owners. Anyone who didn’t think “normally” like the rest of the town. Maria couldn’t take any of this anymore. “And finally… Oliver Silverfield. He’s the worst out of them all. He puts these ideas in these types of people’s heads. He brainwashes them into believing the lies. He doesn’t know the “real truth” as he claims. He’s just an idiotic storyteller, trying to spread fear into the heart of our beautiful, beautiful city.” Maria watched as her classmates around her nodded slowly. She knew what was happening in this school, and it wasn’t good. They were brainwashing the kids to create an army to control the city. She looked down, and there was a loud noise outside the classroom, causing the teacher to walk outside. “What the-” That’s when Maria made a break for it. “So long, suckers!” Her plan had worked. Sarah provided the needed distraction. “After her! We can’t let one of them escape!” The teacher yelled into a walkie-talkie, grabbing what looked like a stun gun. When the group of teachers, including Mayor Adam made it to the cafeteria, there was an open window, showing Maria had escaped. She landed on the ground, twisting her ankle. “Shit…” She kept running, adrenaline kicking in. She was in pain, but she had to keep going. She had to find Oliver. Without him, the city’s hope is gone, and everyone would be brainwashed or killed, just like those in the school. After what seemed like ages of running, amounting to merely an hour and a half, she reached a dark, black building. She read about it online when doing research, before she was drafted to the school. The building used to be a hospital, before they moved the hospital to a high-tech facility. Nowadays it just sits there old and abandoned. It has been speculated, however, that it’s the headquarters of the Blue Dragon, a cult used by the government to get rid of those opposing them. The government provides the people to the cult, and the cult people do whatever they wanted with them. Some say they drained their blood and either drank it or bathed in it. Others say they sacrifice them to their god, or whatever the fuck they worship. Another group says that they’re cannibals, and eat the victims, thinking it will provide them great luck in the future. These were the men and women, sometimes even children, that took Oliver. Maria was determined to get him back, and get The Cork Tree up and running. She was scared, of course, but who wouldn’t be? No teenager just wakes up one day and decides, “I’m going to face the Blue Dragon, and rescue a criminal, putting myself on the government hitlist!” She felt a calling from above. Or below. Wherever the being was. Or whatever it was. It called her to do this, and she decided to listen. It was either that, or face an eternity in the police force as a hitwoman, taking out people for the government who didn’t even do anything wrong. Maria quietly tiptoed into the building, her breath catching in her throat for a moment. One wrong move, one slight hesitation, and both her and Oliver were a goner. She searched through the building, to no avail. She tripped, barely catching herself. She realized she tripped over what looked like the entrance to a basement, and opened the door. There was nothing but darkness, and a small ladder. She grabbed a flashlight from her backpack and ascending into the dark corridor, unsure of where this would take her. She found a long hallway, with many, many doors in varying shades of blue. She heard a scream and jumped back, seeing the windows beside the door. A woman was banging on the window, begging for release. Maybe another time, but Maria had to keep moving. She came across door after door, looked through every window, until she finally reached the final door, a deep, dark blue. She looked in the window, and saw him sitting there, looking like a shell of his former self. His formerly light colored hair was now a light pink shade, not from any type of dye. His eyes, which were once bright and full of life were now dull, and filled with pain. He no longer had his nice suit, and bowtie, and the beanie he usually used when reporting, or a cheerful smile like he once had. Instead it was grey drab, which seemed to be how his mind ran as well. “What did they do to you…” Maria whispered, reaching for the door handle. He looked at her, terrified. "N- No…” “What do you mean, no? What did they do to you in here, Oliver?” “You need to get out of here, kid. People like you have hope, a future ahead of you. I have nothing.” “You don’t have nothing, Oliver. You still have people who are waiting for the Cork Tree, for your voice. You provide hope to those who need it. You’re Oliver Silverfield, broadcaster, and reporter of the strange, weird, and uncanny.” Oliver smiled sadly, and stood up. “I guess we’ll have to see if you’re right, kid. If you can get me out of here, I’ll start The Cork Tree, and we’ll see if we get people tuned in.” Maria nodded, and started working on the lock to the door. After working for five minutes, she finally got it open. “We don’t have much time, Oliver. I managed to steal a few stun guns from the school a while back. Those are only if the Blue Dragon return before we make our escape.” She grabbed his hand and started to lead him. The torches on the wall started to become distant, as the darkness enveloped them. She turned on her flashlight and as it dimly shone ahead of them, she led him to the ladder, and climbed out of the basement area. He soon followed, and they made a run for it. The Blue Dragon hadn’t returned yet, but they would be looking for him. All over the city wanted posters lined shops and streets. A poster for Oliver Silverfield, and a new poster, for Maria Ferris. All over the city, the rumor mill was going abuzz. In a little part of the city sat an underground tunnel system, and a room with a recording studio. All across the city, when tuned in, this came from the radio. “It is good to be back, Highland City. Did you miss me?” Something old, something new. Something borrowed, something blue, veiny, and half-dead.
Welcome to Highland City. Afternoon, listeners. I fear for all of us. Something is wrong, but no one seems to understand what’s going on. I can see everything, yet nothing at once. The dragons. The vampires. The witches. How come no one else can see them? They keep telling me… “We’re normal…” “There’s nothing wrong” “Everything’s fine” But- Never mind… It’s time for the community calendar. Monday is Bring Your Pet to Work day. This includes dogs, cats, strange foreign animals, magical creatures- I have just been informed I can’t talk about my so-called “Imaginary Problems” on the air. Moving on. Tuesday is National Taco Day. Taco Bell is giving out free tacos for every 5 customers. Wednesday is and Crafts Day at Michael’s. Bring your children and create fun crafts such as paper snowflakes, trees, and more for the coming winter season. Thursday is… Sorry, the handwriting is smudged, but I believe it says “Buy One Appetizer Get One Free” at the local Applebee’s restaurant. Finally, Friday is the town’s local dog show. Listeners, can I confide a secret to you? Most people think I’m mad. I don’t think you do, though. They don’t believe my “crazed ramblings”. But you do… Right? thud Station Management is here in the office, listeners… I’m being grabbed, and, in case something happens, we go to the weather! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4ZKIT1EvCA Good afternoon, listeners! Welcome to Highland City. My name is Susan Richfield, and I am going to be your new radio host here at the station! Station Management was… unhappy with the last host here. He kept going on and on about nonsense, and forgetting the actual news! If you got worried because of this man, there is no need to worry. Everything is normal! There’s no scary monsters, no evil dragons or feral goats. We found out that he seemed to be taking drugs and that’s what was causing everything. He’s gone underground, and police haven’t found him yet. He might try and be on the radio again, on a secret station, but pay no attention to it! Nothing here can harm you. From Highland City, I bid you a good evening. Welcome to Highland City is written by Olivia H. The voice of Highland City is Molly (+Sinnamon Roll). Today’s weather was 21st Century Breakdown by Green Day. If you have any questions or comments, you can contact the author on Google Plus (+Regina Mills Trash #1), on Wattpad (@squishasfrick), on Twitter (@ViTheFangirl), or here on the site. Today’s proverb: “Vampires will never hurt you. Trust me. You have greater creatures to worry about than vampires”. The sun is out. The sun is looking down on you. The sun smiles, sharing its warmth with you. The warmth is damaging. Don't forget to use sunscreen, and headphones to block out the screams.
Welcome to Highland City. Hello, listeners. Today is a very special day. Today is the premiere of the hopefully soon award-winning movie, To Lily from Callie, starring some people from our little town! To Lily from Callie is the new movie from Prentice Studio. It’s a romantic love story, about the main character, Princess Callie, meeting her true love, a girl named Willow, detailing everything in letters to her older sister, Princess Lily, at a time when a love like Callie and Willow’s wasn’t very accepted. This movie stars Emma Wilkes, from the Young Authors Club at the Library, Mackenzie Cameron, from the store Drugs Hugs and Pugs, a place that sells candy, small dogs, and possibly weed, we aren’t sure yet, and Ethan Mendoza, from the small van in the middle of the Nordstrom parking lot, as well as our very own Interns Jason and Cara! Congratulations to Jason for getting the starring role of the evil King Erick in the film, and Cara for getting the main role of Princess Callie. All of us here at the radio station are so proud of you. More updates on the premiere as it unfolds. And now, a look at the community calendar. Tuesday is Good Riddance day. On Tuesday, you sell everything you don’t need at a garage sale, saying good riddance to it all! This can include trinkets, fine china, small children, old pots and pans, and more. This is throughout the entire town; so don’t think you can get away without selling anything. We’re all watching you. Wednesday there is a high chance of heavy rain and flooding, as the gods have become sad about how our world and humanity has turned out, and intend to use Wednesday as a day to cry out their feelings with a pint of ice cream and the first season of The Bachelor. Thursday is Bring Your Slug to Work Day. Friday is the best day ever. Don’t question it. Police will make sure you are having the best day ever. No exceptions. Saturday is Just Dance day. Dance to work. Dance in the car. Dance in the kitchen. Dance with your family. Dance as you watch the time slip away, as you grow ever older and sadder and all of your life deteriorates around you. Just dance. And finally, Sunday is normal. Strangely normal. No strange things happening today. Where did you hear about something strange happening on Sunday? Secret Police are at your house right now. This has been a look at the community calendar. The premiere of To Lily from Callie is so close, listeners. The red carpet is up, and the acclaimed actors are starting to walk. We’re seeing some lovely dresses, from a beautiful snakeskin dress to a dress made from actual live snakes. Everyone is looking beautiful, and everything looks perfect. Oh… Oh my god… Listeners, I- I think there’s a problem. Intern Jason is acting weird, almost like, his character in the movie! He lunged at- oh! He lunged at Intern Cara, good think she’s quick with survival skills, and is looking around quickly. Oh no… He just grabbed a knife from catering. More on the premiere later. Buzzing. All you hear is buzzing, no? You hear it, and you can feel them crawling up your skin. They’re eating at your flesh, and you can feel it through tiny pinpricks on your legs and arms and back. You feel the pain, but not at the same time. You hear the buzzing, but not quite, as if it was distant. You see a flicker for a moment, and realize it's gone. Ladies and gentlemen, there are actually billions of tiny insects flying around you, swarming all day, but they’re so small that you can’t see them with the naked eye. This has been Children’s Fun Fact Science Corner. And now, a word from our sponsor. Have you ever wanted to do something, but didn’t know what? Netflix. Have you ever not wanted to do something, but didn't know exactly what? Netflix. Are you lost and utterly confused about the life and universe? Netflix. Netflix: Watch and wait. The world’s going to end anyways, why not watch 12 straight hours of Supernatural, or Grey’s Anatomy? Another update on the red carpet: The film never got started. We may never see To Lily from Callie. Well, we can, but never in the same way. Mackenzie, Emma, and Ethan are all dead. Intern Jason can’t seem to snap out of this craze he’s in. He’s almost – possessed, or at the very least in some sort of trance. Intern Cara is hiding in the employee lounge, here at the station. We all know that her and Jason haven’t gotten along at the best of times, and here, at the worst of times, things are looking pretty bleak... Listeners, let's take a look at traffic. The roads look pretty clear. Highway 23 is closed, as there seems to have been an accident. Let’s take a closer look. Oh, it seems like one of the government-sanctioned helicopters crashed into a blue Subaru. The person must have deserved it. Moving on- Listeners. Intern Jason is here. I can hear him. He is in the studio, looking for Intern Cara, most likely. Jason! H- Hello! What a wonderful time to see you! Lovely weather we’re having, no? https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=b-eYbUVZedY L- Listeners, we're back. Jason got to Cara. I- I cannot describe it to you, but it was terrible, and there was much bloodshed. I managed to pull Jason off of Cara, and I whacked him over the head with this large book, multiple times. I don't know what came over me, everyone. I just kept whacking him over and over again. He isn't moving. He hasn't moved since the weather began. I'm scared, listeners. What- What is happening to me? I don't feel like myself, dear listeners. Not at all. I feel different. Oh, so different. ... Stay tuned next for something, I guess. I don't know anymore. And, as always... Goodnight, Highland City. Goodnight. Welcome to Highland City is written by Olivia H. The voice of Highland City is Molly (Sinnamon Roll on Google Plus). Today's weather is New Americana by Halsey. You can contact the author with feedback, questions, and comments at her Wattpad (squishasfrick), her Twitter (ViTheFangirl), her Google Plus (Regina Mills Trash #1), or on the website itself. Today's proverb: "I wanna be in the room where it happened. Tell me, what happened in the room. I need to know. Tell me, now". Round and round the big wheel goes. Where it stops, nobody knows. Wait- it stopped on green. Time for you to be fed to the sharks.
Welcome to Highland City. Good evening, dear listeners. Don’t forget today was the annual Grizzly Bear Day. If you don’t remember, Grizzly Day is the day where you sacrifice your enemies to the massive grizzly bears roaming our town in hopes the peace treaty will be kept and they won’t slaughter us all. You never know if you’re someone’s enemy or not, so always keep your eyes everywhere, and a knife in hand so you can sacrifice the ones who try to sacrifice you. So, if you’re still listening: Surprise! You either are overly-nice and haven’t made any enemies, you sacrificed someone of your own, or you hid under your bed the other time crying and hoping the madness will end. Any way you did it, good job on remaining alive and unharmed, minus a few bruises and a severed limb of course. Anyways, tomorrow should be looking brighter and more beautiful than ever! Street cleaners will be going around until noon cleaning the blood of the streets, so it’s probably best to stay inside until they’re done. Don’t want any mysterious accidents, now, would we. In a few minutes is the first meeting of the new Goat Club, led by our very own Intern Abby! Intern Abby is a huge fan of goats, so she decided to start a club dedicated to them. Sign-ups are posted all around the local businesses, including The Pizza Shack. Speaking of The Pizza Shack, they have stopped serving pizza altogether. “The economy is rough,” owner Theo Graham said. “It’s become too costly to make pizza anymore.” Even though he was clearly standing there, holding a large cheese pizza in a Pizza Shack box. He claimed it was a pizza from their biggest rivals, Chicken and More, but they just ran out of plates. I guess if you want good quality pizza, stop by Chicken and More. Chicken and More is located on the corner of Main Street and Armstrong Boulevard. You’ll recognize it by the iconic yellow roof and the sound of tortured screaming and the smell of burnt plastic. Chicken and More: We serve chicken, we serve more. It’s not that hard. This just in: Intern Abby has just informed me that one of the goats has gotten very feisty. It tried to bite her, before running, screeching loudly, behind a dumpster outside The Pizza Shack. More on the goats later. And now – an editorial. Don’t you hate it when you’re watching a movie or an episode of a T.V. show you haven’t seen yet, and some annoying dude spoils it for you, whether online or not? Well, it’s your lucky day! Today I present to you Oliver’s Tips for Avoiding Spoilers! #1- Don’t go online at all. Just don’t. Especially if whatever show or something is already airing/has already aired in another time zone. #2- To avoid spoilers from real life humans or creatures, just avoid beings altogether and just stay in your house. Mute texts. Avoid the living, and conspire with the dead. #3- Make sure if people you know are about to spoil, keep noise cancelling headphones with you and plan on sacrificing them the next Grizzly Bear Day. These have been my tips on avoiding spoilers and ruining your favorite show or a new movie for yourself. And now: A word from our sponsor. Words are useless, no? They’re just a construction of different letters fabricated to have a sort of meaning unknown to the universe, traveling through space with no end in sight. They just fly around and cause harm, but what harm is it really when they’re just words? Words swirling through the universe, and in our heads. Walmart: Cheap Prices on Useless Items to Sustain You Until You Inevitably Die. Another update on the goats. More goats have done the same thing the first one, apparently named Quincy, has done. They’ve tried to bite the people nearby, and ran, screeching loudly, behind the dumpster outside The Pizza Shack. Some people report a strange glowing from behind the dumpster, and Intern Abby went to go check. Oooh, that does not good. It seems like the goats, due to some mutation and eating the wrong dumpster burger, have turned vampiric, and ready to strike. One of them lunged at Abby. To the family of Intern Abby, she will be greatly missed. She might still hang around, but as far as we know she is a vampire thanks to her own goat Quincy. Goats are starting to roam the streets, following their leader, Quincy. Wow, uh, lovely weather we’re having today, no? https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=n6P0SitRwy8 The goats have returned to normal. Thank you to June Hyland at the university for the help. She managed to get the vampirism out of the goats. Sadly, the same cannot be said for the humans the goats bit, including Intern Abby. Abby’s a vampire, but she will continue to remain interning until the sun or the inevitable hunter kills her. I must say, her dedication to this program is astounding, considering she can’t work mornings now. Stay tuned next for the sound of silence. Not the song by Simon and Garfunkel, or the cover by Disturbed. The literal sound of silence, as you think about your life. And as always, goodnight, listeners. Goodnight. Welcome to Highland City is written by Olivia H. Intern Abby is my friend Abby (The Emotionally Unstable Native American Soap on Google Plus). The voice of Highland City is Molly (Sinnamon Roll on Google Plus). Today's weather was Heart-Shaped Box by Nirvana. If you have any questions, comments or feedback, contact the author on her Wattpad (squishasfrick), her Twitter (ViTheFangirl), her Google Plus (Regina Mills Trash #1), or, of course, this site. Today's proverb: "Expect the unexpected. For example, don't expect to die, as that is expected. Expect to live forever, feeding off the souls of the innocent. Now that is truly unexpected". "The world turned upside down. The world turned upside down." they chanted. The world was upside down. Trees were pulled from the ground, flying into the atmosphere. Gravity was nonexistent.
Welcome to Highland City. Good morning, listeners. I know you've missed me. I just had a little- accident keeping me from broadcasting to you. You see, I was sitting in my living room, when all of a sudden, everything went black. Now, I couldn't tell if I died, if the void had finally swallowed humanity as the prophecy has foretold, or if the power just went out. But I am back, and ready to report the news. This morning a new development has formed at the zoo, and in science and the animal community. Researchers have managed to create a new animal: The Catephant. It's the body of an elephant, with the head of a calico cat. It's so adorable, oh my gosh! There is the act that it is a monstrosity of two animals fused together, but just look at its little ears, awwww! And now, a look at the community calendar: Monday is "Share Your Deepest Secrets with the Government" day. On this day, you share your deepest, darkest secrets with the government. To summon a government official to tell your secrets to, just shout at your toaster. Everything is bugged. They'll be sure to hear you. Tuesday is Red day. Celebrate the color red everywhere in your life, with t-shirts, flowers, sunsets, construction paper, the blood of your enemies, and more! Wednesday is an All You Can Eat Pancakes day at the IHOP. The winner of the annual Pancake Eating Contest will win three hundred dollars and a brand new set of armor. Thursday has been stung to death by angry hornets. Friday is Empathy Day. Empathy day means to wear someone else's skin and life their life to understand something better. Go ahead. Skin them. We aren't watching. Saturday and Sunday are the annual Kite Festival. Last year, we had some amazing kites, including a five-headed dragon that breathed really realistic fire. Oh! I'm getting word from Intern Ashley that that was an actual, literal five-headed dragon trying to destroy the United States. Oh, well. That has been a look at the community calendar. And now: An update on the Catephant. Scientists have taken to poking it with a stick to see what will happen. That was a terrible, terrible idea. The Catephant, now adorned with large eagle wings, has taken to the skies, flying up high, and then falling to the ground, crushing buildings and people beneath its mighty weight. I have sent Intern Ashley on the case to see what is going on. In the meantime... You know how the Earth revolves around the sun, and all that? Well, what if the other planets that revolve around the sun were just clones of Earth? That would be really, really weird. And on every clone, a different clone of us, creating many clones around the solar system, even more in the galaxy, and possibly millions, even billions more in the vast universe we call home. But it doesn't even matter anyways. The void will swallow us whole anyways. This has been Children's Fun Fact Science Corner. Oooh, uh, listeners, I have just been informed by the zoo that Intern Ashley is now a splat of organs and blood and skin on the ground, thanks to the mighty Cateaglephant. The Cateaglephant, you know, head of a cat, body of an elephant, wings of an eagle, has been laying waste to our home, crushing buildings, people, even our sponsor for today. Speaking of, a word from our sponsor: Bleegh. AAAAAH. inhuman screeching Our show today is brought to you by Burger King. Burger King: Have it your way. Listeners, I- The Cateaglephant is approaching our station at an alarming rate. While I prepare myself for crushing defeat and endless suffering, let's take a look at the weather. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxaTAFXgykU Well, listeners, I am back. My best regards to the family of Intern Ashley, she'll be missed. I, as you can tell, have not been crushed. All of my organs are in the right place, my brain is still in my head, and no bones have been removed or are visible from my skin. However, my studio has been damaged a great deal. I am standing amongst the rubble right now, a humble human being, a single desk, microphone, and recording device left. I leave you with this, listeners: Fusing animals? Not a good idea. We haven't learned from Jurassic Park and Jurassic World, it seems. Science is evolving, but do we have to evolve with it? Do we have to try and discover every single thing about the universe, try and fuse everything, and other extremely dangerous experiments that could put the lives of our fellow citizens in danger, just to see what happens? What's wrong with just being... average? Stay tuned next for 3 hours of angry birds fighting. And, as always, goodnight, Highland City. Goodnight. Welcome to Highland City is written by Olivia H. The likeness of Intern Ashley is her friend, Ashley, although she does not know it yet. The voice of Highland City is Molly (Sinnamon Roll on Google Plus). Today's weather is Savages by Marina and the Diamonds. Any questions, comments, concerns, feedback, angry rituals, or more? Contact the author on her Wattpad (squishasfrick), her Twitter (ViTheFangirl), her Google Plus (Regina Mills Trash #1), or, of course, on this site. Today's Proverb: "Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posy. Ashes, ashes, the apocalypse is near. Run for your life. Leave behind the weak". |