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September 6, 2005

Volume 6, Issue 6

For today's theme, write about a fashion show (any kind, any location) in the style of a crime scene reporter.

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Arriving on the scene, they saw the body. She looked almost perfect, her long hair artistically splayed across the top stair, her blue dress marred only by two bullet holes; her alabaster pumps still tightly fastened onto her stiffening feet.

"Looks like this'll be a tough one" said the junior investigator. "Samantha was extremely well-liked. No boyfriends, no money trouble, nothing that looks like a motive at all."

"No motive?" asked his boss. "Look again."

"I still don't see it."

"What color are her shoes?"

"White."

"And it's been more than 14 hours since Labor Day."

[Cue the Theme Music]

Posted by: Jeff R. at September 6, 2005 2:24 PM · Permalink

"You transferred MacDougal from homicide detail to fashion shows? Don't you think that's a little harsh?"

"He's a loose cannon. Needs to learn who's boss around here," said Dave. "Let's see what he came up with."

Dave started the feed.

"On Friday afternoon, police discovered the body of thirty-six year old Fashion slumped against the bathroom wall of the Bergen County fashion show. He had been shot twice in the head. Police have not named a suspect, but clothing designer Francis Fricaselli was called in for questioning. In other news, I'm drunk and bored. Back to you, Dave," said MacDougal.

Posted by: G-Do at September 6, 2005 5:14 PM · Permalink

It's a grim sceen here on Houston street a usually upbeat and stylish location.

What had begun as Family Alltogether's fall fashion preview has turned into a travisty. What should have been another amazing display of talent, color, and ingenuity has turned out to to be not only drab and boring, but unfathomable in depravity.

This reporter is going to rethink his carreer in the aftermath of this debauchery. Models names are being withheld pending the notification of their talent agents and modeling agencies.

There were no survivors. This designer's talent is D.O.A.

OHHH! The humanity. The unshamed perversity.

Posted by: Mike Rhodes at September 8, 2005 5:43 PM · Permalink