Here are the unlucky winners who also wrote excellent Emily stories!

For their efforts, each will recieve an Emily sticker pak.

Enjoy the strange tales!

 

Karla S. - Houston, Texas

When I first met Emily she was coasting down S. Rice on her skateboard. It was all I could do to keep up on my skates. "Hey Emily!" I said, pushing back my helmet. "I'm Karla." She didn't look impressed. "Our names both have 5 letters," I explained. She said, "A cat's foot has 5 toes." "But not their back feet," I replied. "Only 4. Cats have 18 toes total. Except Miles of course."That's the only time I ever saw her smile. She asked if I could take her to the moon. I said only as far as Brazil (a sandwich and coffeehouse with a very classy root beer). We walked the 8 blocks. I can't be sure, but I think a cat was following us. We asked the waitress for 2 root beers and 2 Thatsa wrap sandwiches and while we waited for our food we gave each other permanent marker tattooes. Carolyn Shulman walked by. "Hey Karla, Emily. I'm playing a set at the Mausoleum tonight. Can I expect you?" "We're _there_." I said. That girl is awesome. That afternoon before the show we made ourselves fake business cards and convinced the floor manger at Macy's to let us do the window display. 37 mannequins and 50 reels of movie film... it was amazing. Then we dyed our hair. I'd been wanting to go Run-Lola-Red and Emily looked great with just one red streak. We headed over to the Mausoleum. Carolyn played a great set. Afterwards I asked Emily if she wanted to stop by Rich's and teach those 16 year olds that "grindin" is NOT something you do on a dance floor, but she said she had to be somewhere. I handed her my phone number. "Don't be a stranger," I said. "Actually," said Emily, "I think I will.”

Kelli D. - Hayward, California

We'd start our day real early in the morning, heading over to the Krispy Creme around the corner (where the cops hang out) and spell the word 'HELP' on the bathroom wall, by squeezing the custard and jelly out of the filled donuts. Then we'd jump on our bikes and get the hell out of there, before the cops find the corpses of the slayed doughnuts... We'd scrounge up BART (BART is the Bay Area's subway system) fare and then head over to Berkeley, on Telegraph where we'd shop for neat rings and necklaces, and spikes and studs so we can personalize our sweatshirts, then sit and chat with the gutterpunks for a few hours, and I'd buy us all a big ol' pizza pie and a couple of two liters of cherry coke, and share. Once it got dark, We'd head over to the Gillman, where there's a crazy punk show every night. I'd cover Emily's entrance fee, and then we'd jump in the Pit and have a good time beating everybody up. Chances are, I'd get caught with an elbow in the nose and blood would be everywhere, but that's okay, it'll be just like GWAR then. If we're really lucky, Plan 9 ( the local Misfits cover band) would play, and Emily and I would sing along with all out favorite Misfits songs, giggling and screaming. Then we'd hightail it back to the BART station before they close the gates, the gentle electric roll of the train lulling us to sleep...

 

 

Sharon S. - Racine, Wisconsin

As I waded my way through the crowds at the local 21 club I saw another who appeared to have gotten in with a fake I.D. She like myself appeared to be in touch with her strange side. I started to walk towards her without snagging my fishnets on the spiked bracelets worn by many in the crowd. I tried to get closer but was swept into the mosh pit. As I stumbled out of it I fell onto the ground in front of her where i saw that we had the same maryjanes. She too seemed to notice this as she looked down at me and motioned me to the back of the room. I now recognized her face as we got into the light,her it is on posters all over town askng if you've seen her. She had to be the infamous Emily Strange. I had often wondered while hearing about this exceptionally odd girl if she might possibly be a kindred spirit. Now I knew she had to be, I knew it the moment I saw those maryjanes. I asked her how she had gotten to the club and she motioned her head to the skateboard propped against the wall. I myself had driven in the used hearse I call my car. When i asked her if she wanted a ride home she shrugged so I motioned her to the door. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness outside I saw three black cats sitting on my car the first two i was able to read the nametags on ,Sabbath and Neechee, but the third was too quick so her name is a mystery. We all piled into my car, Emily the cats and myself, and started to head towards the cemetery. This is where I always parked my car because no-one would dare mess with a hearse in the middle of the cemetery. When I turned on the radio my favorite station ,which plays all alternative music ,was being overtaken by the strong signal of the local pop station only a few decimal points away. I turned to Emily and a twisted smile formed on her face I knew what she was thinking. We drove to the sucky stations radio tower which was only a few minutes away. I quickly attached chains to both my bumper and the metal bars of the tower. I got back into my car and put the petal to the metal causing the tower to fall to the ground behind us. Never underestimate the horse-power of a hearse. I turned the radio back on and my station was coming in loud and clear. We drove a little while until she motioned me to drive into a dark alley. I stopped the car because it was a dead end. She got out grabbed her skateboard and opened the back of the hearse. The three cats scurried out and before I knew it Emily had hopped the fence and made her way out into the night. I never saw her again.

 

 

Erin K. - Minneapolis, Minnesota

If I could hang out with Emily for a day first thing we would do is visit a zoo and set bats in the bat cave free. Then sit back and watch the insanity ensue as people run wildly from the bats. Then so long as we set the bats free we'd venture from cage to cage releasing the other animals. Then we'd jump on the back of lions and ride them out of the zoo. After wreaking havoc at the zoo we'd go to a local mall. There we'd go over to the food court at noon when its most crowded and fake epileptic seizures. We'd let this go on for awhile till somebody tries to help us then we would stop and stand up claiming a miracle, and then leave in fits of laughter. At, the end of the day we'd go to where people like to park and make out. We'd bring old hooks and start scraping at the car doors and then hang a hook from the door handle. When the people would drive off in a panic they would notice the hooks on the floor. Then we'd end the evening with dinner in a fancy restaurant. At the end of the meal we would slip insects onto our plates and start screaming. The manager would then come running we'd point out the insects and he offers to pay for our meal. We continue shrieking about the insects till the whole restaurant is in an uproar, then we'd take the dessert cart and sneak out the door.

 

 

Melissa F. - Medford, New York

If I got to hang with Emily for the day, I'd assume I'd be in a cartoon dimension so I'd draw myself a little camel for transportation. A little camel with red eyes and fangs, and black fur. Emily would do the same. We would ride through the zoo on our camels after sunset, and they would spit acid camel spit in the eye of anyone that looked at us. At all. We would go to the camel exhibit and steal the zoo's heard of camels, and no one would know since they wouldn't be able to see with acid camel spit in their eyes. After that, Emily and I would ride to Washington D.C. Again, we'd have our camels spit in the eyes of the security guards. Those guards often wear sunglasses though, so sometimes our camels would bite them with their sharp pointy fangs. Emily and I would kick out the president, and we'd have the white house run by the camel heard, so we could maybe get some decent laws into the constitution. Before departing, our fanged camels would bite the others, turning them into vampire camels. Much better than having all those politicians running the United States. When Emily and I finally end our day of what you could call somewhat of a good time, I'd assume she'd definately make it a day of crime by killing me. Emily would do this by having her black cat, Sabbath, bite my head off. Kind of like Ozzy. After all, with the white house being run by a bunch of demon camels, there's no law that says she can't.

 

 

Eloni F. - Allston, Massachusetts

I would suggest a visit to the 'hood in order to truly understand the meaning of doom and delinquency. I would suggest a trip to the Bronx- a place where sub culture is far more pop-culture and yet far more subterranean. We might learn the true meaning of wiggety wack and visit the gravestone of 'Jive'. We could take a jaunt around the ghetto to get a taste of 'soul food' and hang wit' da' homeys in an effort to raise da' roof in true democratic form. What better way to understand the Hobbs written 'Leviathan' than to visit a place that reveres P-Diddy. It is also little know that in September of 1952 Lee Harvey Oswald and his family had moved to the Bronx for a brief period. Another great place to stroll around in the Bronx is the ornate Woodlawn Cemetary where such famous early industrialists as J.C. Penny, F.W.Woolworth, H.Westinghouse, and H.D.Armour are buried. This cemetary has huge old mausoleums and monuments the likes of which are rare in the remaining New York area. Of course no visit to the Bronx can be complete without catching a glimpse of one of Edgar Allen Poe's houses. He rented the small cottage for $100 a year in 1846 in the hopes that the fresh air would cure his wife's tuberculosis. Fresh air indeed. While living in the cottage, he befriended the Jesuit teachers at nearby St. John's College (now Fordham University), and wrote Annabel Lee and The Bells. Today, covered in Ravens, it stands as the originial Pit and Pendulum. The Bronx is also where the Edith Wharton written novel entitled 'The Age of Innocence' takes place. The Botanical Gardens, that were alluded to so aptly in the book, would add the air of unrequited love to our journey. Unrequited love, a soul abandoned opium den, and the bath house of the vixenous Jay-Lo (concubine to the virulent P-Diddy). I think Emily would enjoy my own childhood home... da 'Bronx.

 

 

Karen A. - Malverne, New York

Our day would start out late, around noon. I'm sure Emily likes to sleep as much as I do. When I eventually go out of bed I'd go to Emily’s house and throw rocks at her window, possibly breaking it, but who cares, it's only a window anyway. All the cats would come sauntering outside to greet me, except for Mystery, he doesn't like to share Emily and would be very suspicious of me. Our first stop would be the comic book store. We would go and check out all the new women friendly comics they had in stock. We wouldn't buy them of course, we'd just read them until the owner kicked us out. Then we walk around with our slingshots and frighten all the men who whistled at us. We wouldn't hurt them because it's not like we want to get in trouble, we just want them to leave us alone! We did so much already we headed back to Emily’s where we do nothing for the rest of the afternoon. Sounds like a perfect day to me!

 

 

Emily G. - Sardinia, Ohio

Well first of all, I would introduce miles, mystery, sabbath, and neechee to my own posse, Aryen and Silla. Then, cats in tow, Emily and I would set off to the book store to turn heads. At the bookstore, we would search for some revenge spells to use against our enemies. After that, we would cruise the town, blaring the radio loudly and waving at the people who shake their fists at us or stare. Then, as nighttime falls, we would head to the graveyard where we would make use of our revenge spells and scare the wits out of anyone who dare try to laugh at us. As the moon rises and the tombstones begin to hide in their own shadows, Emily and I would find a nice goth club to hang out at and hopefully some tuna to feed our hungry kitties.

 

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