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I have updates on the Blogger Competition and Fan Art Competition. First, There is a limit on votes per month. Only 30. I have to pay if I want more. I don’t see any reason to pay for more votes. If your planning to vote, save it to around September 30. For the Fan Art Competition, I only got 1 entire, so I will extend the deadline to September 14. You can send any Odyssey art you have done. Tell me in the comments if you have any questions!


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So guys, life is in the way right now, because I have a lot of things going on. The contest is still on though, so send in your entries! I’ll be back soon, but I won’t be as active. I’m also starting a non-odyssey related YouTube channel. Here is the link It would be great if you could subscribe. Anyways, I’m looking forward to your entries!


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Odyssey Fan Art Competition!

Hello everyone! Today I’m announcing the first fan art competition on this blog!

This is pretty self-explanatory. Here’s the rules:

*It has to be about AIO

*Deadline for entries is September 1st

*The winner will be announced on September 3rd

That’s pretty much it! Please share this to get as much entries as possible! Don’t worry if you’re good or bad, just give it a shot! Please comment below or message me via my contact page. Have fun and, happy drawing!


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And the Winner is…

And the Winner is…



Every head in Triple J Antiques turned when the loud ringtone of Jason Whittaker’s phone blasted through the building.

“That’s mine,” Jason called. He picked his way through the pieces scattered over the floor of the showroom and glanced at his watch. 4:30. Thirty minutes till closing. It had been one of those days at the shop. The days where nothing gets done and everything goes wrong, he mused. Gotta find that silly lamp tomorrow, write that letter for Mr. Whilk…call Mr. Brown and tell him to reschedule the meeting…

Halfway to the phone, Jason looked up in surprise. Why are there so many customers in here? He glanced towards the front door where Jillian’s table was set up. It had been her idea to give out free food to people who came in. That day it was green smoothies. A glance at the table revealed that the customers were definitely not there for the smoothies…not one had been touched since morning.

Finally, Jason lethargically reached for the phone, which was sitting atop a mahogany dresser. He mechanically read the caller name, Connie Kendall, and swiped to answer.

He jumped when her enthusiastic voice exploded in his ear. “Jason! Are you ready?”

Jason began the careful journey back to the counter. “Ready for what?”

“Ready for what?! Are you kidding?!”

Jason turned just in time to see Jillian carrying an armload of china to the window display. Dropping the phone to his side, he waved his free hand at her. “Uh, Jillian, that’s the wrong set—”

Before he could finish, Jillian tripped on the leg of a coffee table and sent the teapot flying across the room. There were several screams and gasps of surprise from the customers as it shattered into a hundred tiny pieces.

“Perfect,” Jason sighed.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Jillian darted into the broom closet.

And I already had a buyer for that, Jason thought disgustedly.


Jason remembered Connie on the phone. “What were you saying, Connie?”

“What’s going on over there? I thought I heard something break.”

“You did, but—”

“Excuse me, sir!”

Jason was cut off again by a lady standing at the counter.

“How may I help you?” he asked, placing the phone atop the cash register.

She held out a pair of earrings. “Are these diamonds real?” she questioned.

“No, that display in the back has our replicas.”

“I looked these up online and read that they were made with real diamonds.”

“The original is, but the replica—”

“JASON!” the phone shrieked.

“Excuse me,” Jason apologized. He picked the phone up. “Connie, can you hang on a sec? I’m in the middle of something.”

“But we’re almost there!”


There was a brief silence on Connie’s end of the line before she spoke. “Jason, don’t tell me you don’t know about this. Whit was supposed to let you know!”

“We haven’t had a chance to talk recently, now just tell me what’s going on!”

Connie began to laugh. “Ha! At least know what’s going on for once—” Jason was unable to hear the rest. The screech of the smoke alarm made everyone jump.

“Smoke alarm!” Jillian shouted, waving her broom furiously. “Fire! Everyone out!”

“Jillian! There’s no fire!” Jason yelled. From his place, he could see that a wisp of smoke from a candle had set the overdramatic alarm off. “It’s that guy over there who lit the scented candle!”

It was too late. Jillian’s frantic warning had been very effective. The customers stampeded out of the building, screaming, shoving, and trampling everything in their way. This included several vases, a flimsy basket, a plastic plant, and Jillian’s table of green smoothies.

Three seconds later, Triple J Antiques was empty.

The customer with the scented candle quickly blew out the flame. “Sorry about that,” he called.

Jason’s phone shrieked. “JASON, WHAT’S GOING ON?”

Jason held the phone to his ear. “Connie, call me back.”

“But Jason—”

He hung up. “Jillian, go outside and tell everyone that there’s no fire. I’ll see if I can—”

Suddenly, there was a hiss from above their heads. Jason, Jillian, and the customer yelped when they felt cold water pouring on them.

“The sprinklers!” they shouted together.

As water pooled on the floor, Jason sprinted for the fuse box. He struggled with the rusted door for a moment and finally, it popped open. It only took him a second to find the switch for the sprinkler and flip it. Jason sighed, half in relief and half in disgust.

“Should I go now?” the man asked, still holding the candle.

“I think we need to close up for today,” Jason said weakly. He surveyed the damage. The books were damp, the furniture wet, and the spilled smoothies plus the water made the floor look like a swamp.

“I’ll get the mop,” Jillian said.

Jason leaned against the wall. “Another fine day at Triple J’s,” he muttered.

He looked up as the door opened. His jaw dropped when he saw who it was.

It was Jack Allen himself, with a broad grin. “Hello, Jason!”

“What?! Jack?” Jason wondered if he should pinch himself. Suddenly, he was aware that he was in the midst of a disaster: Everything was soaked, green goop was all over the floor, and the smoke alarm was still beeping every two seconds.

“Sorry about the mess,” Jason stuttered. He rubbed his foot through a puddle. “Slight run-in with the sprinkler system…we were just about to clean that up…sorry about all this.”

Jack held back a laugh. “There’s no need to apologize, Jason. I heard what happened from the crowd of people outside.”

Suddenly, Jason came to himself. Who cared about a few puddles, some spilled glop, or even a noisy smoke alarm? The Allens were back in town! “Uh, Jack, could we please start over?”

Obligingly, Jack exited. Jason then realized what Connie had been trying to tell him. Dad probably forgot to tell me, he thought. He grinned to himself. “Connie, I guess we can call it even.”

A second later, Jack returned through the door. “Hello, Jason!” he repeated.

Jason splashed through the puddles and leaped over the swamp as if they were nonexistent. “Jack! Welcome home!”

Congratulations!!! 🎉🎉🎉 Your prize is… A new water filter!


Your not excited are you? Well then, I’ll have to pick something else! I’ll send your email! Congratulations again!

Join us next year for another competition!!!

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So, you might be wondering what the FFC stands for. You might want me to say. Well too bad. (Jk) 😛 It stands for Fan Fiction Competition! Back a little less than a year ago I hosted a Fan Fiction Competition, and I got some amazing stories! (Even if it was only two). So right now I’m hosting another one! These are the simple rules you must follow:

1: Keep it appropriate

2: No less than 350 words and no more than 500. (If it’s over the limit of under, contact me on my contact page. I’ll accept it if it isn’t that much over or under)

3: Turn it in on my contact page by June 1st.

4: Has to be about ODYSSEY.

So yeah, that’s it! I’ll announce the winner on June 3rd. If you have any questions or problems, tell me in the comment section below. Happy writing! 🙃 Also, if you’d like, share it on your blog to get more entries!

Signed, Uhhh… Can’t think of anything to say

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And the Winner is…

The winner of the Fan Fiction Competition is…


Here’s her entry.


It was a bright and sunny day when I finally returned to Odyssey. I drove my old clunker of a truck through the streets fondly, recognizing the old businesses whose windows I’d washed and remembering the people who’d owned them. Just ahead—at the end of the street on the edge of McAlister Park—sat the building I most wanted to see—Whit’s End. The old building looked the same as ever. It was an old Victorian style house. It looked similar to a pile of wooden building blocks dumped randomly on the floor with towers and high sloping roofs. Children played outside, enjoying the bright sunshine while families went in and out of the friendly double doors. I carefully edged my truck alongside the road by the sidewalk and shifted the gear to park. Taking my keys, I swung the door open and stepped out onto the familiar footing. I was surprised at how normal it felt, despite the many years I had been gone. For once I was grateful for the Walton Family Reunion as it allowed me to revisit my old stomping grounds. Since Maude and I had moved to Florida, things had felt a little empty. I took a breath, stuck out my chin and strode towards the front door. I hadn’t told anyone that I would be in town. They’ll be surprised alright. I pushed open the door quietly as to not cause a disturbance. Ah… that beautiful bell. It tinkled cheerfully as the door moved. Whit’s End was a flurry of activity. Children were everywhere. Some sat on the barstools at the counter, sipping sodas or devouring sundaes. Others sat with their families in booths along the wall, laughing together as they ate their ice cream. In a corner booth, I noticed Wooton Bassett, my old mailman. While annoying most of the time, he was a good friend. He wore the same blue Moose Mail uniform that I had been so used to seeing, indicating he was detouring his route. His fiery red—and very curly—hair sat smooshed under a cap that lay lopsided on his head. He sat across from a young, blonde-haired woman with thick framed glasses. Despite the sweltering heat outside, she wore a sweater and a fuzzy hat. Interesting that Wooton had a lady friend… I decided to ask about her later. I strode to the counter and took a seat on one of the empty stools, a mischievous smile on my face. Eugene Meltsner hurried over to take my order. He didn’t recognize me yet. I blinked in mild surprise at the sight of him, however. After all these years, he finally cut his hair. I noticed for the first time that his eyes were periwinkle blue.
“Greetings and salutations kind sir! Welcome to Whit’s End! How may I be of assistance?”
I broke into a grin at Eugene’s standard method of greeting. Despite his new look, that boy hadn’t changed a bit.
“Well, Eugene,” I drawled, “you can start by getting me a Wod-Fam-Choc-Sod.” I can see the wheels turning in Eugene’s brain. He stared with his mouth opening and closing, no sound coming out.
“M-m-m-mi-mister Walton!!” He spluttered. I couldn’t help but laugh. His eyes bulged and his eyebrows rose so high they went past his—now higher—hairline. I reached over the counter and clapped him on the back
“Hey there Eugene! Nice to see you again.”
“Mister Walton!” He exclaimed again, his voice rising past his stuttering squeak. “You’re here! This is beyond believability! It’s been so long—”
A familiar voice came from behind the kitchen doors, “Who’s here?” 
The doors pushed open to reveal Connie Kendall, drying her wet hands with a dish towel. Her chestnut brown hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and she wore a t-shirt and jeans. She glanced at Eugene and then towards where I sat at the counter. Her jaw dropped and the towel fell to the ground.
“BERNARD!!” In a flash she was beside me and gave me a huge hug, which I returned. “Bernard! I can’t believe it’s you! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you here! Why didn’t you call and tell us you were coming??” She released me and I took a deep breath. That girl could sure squeeze! 
I chuckled, “Well Connie, I was just passing through for a family reunion and I thought I’d drop in. Boy, this place hasn’t changed a bit! Except for the people.” I glanced pointedly at Eugene. By this time, curious bystanders had started to drift over towards the counter.
“Did you want to see Whit?” Connie asked, “He’s out on an errand but he should be back soon. Do you want me to give him a call? I should give him a call—”
I held up a hand, “No, no, no. Don’t call him Connie.” She shot me a questioning look and I saw Eugene raise an eyebrow. I smiled, “Don’t you think it will be better to surprise him?”
Connie pocketed her cell phone with a mischievous smile, “Yeah, I guess it would.”
“Meanwhile, can someone get going on my soda? I’m thirstier than a camel on a treadmill!” Eugene nodded enthusiastically.
“Of course, Mister Walton! Fear not, I, Eugene Meltsner, am on the job! You shall have your soda momentarily.” With that, he disappeared into the kitchen. I snorted. Yup. Eugene was definitely still Eugene. At least he didn’t lecture my on my sugar intake…
Suddenly an annoying, high-pitched, excited voice came from behind me. 
“Bernard! You’re back! Wow, it’s so great to see you again!” I turned to see Wooton Bassett beside me. Normally I would have groaned, but it’s been so long since I’ve seen him that I decided to go along with it.
“Hello Wooton, long time no see.” I said. I noticed the blonde girl had followed him and stood just behind him. I opened my mouth to ask about her when the floodgates suddenly opened and Wooton began talking again. Connie joined in and together they began telling me all the happenings in Odyssey since I’d left. I listened until they began babbling about some green ring and a carnival, then I tuned them out. It was a skill that took years of practice to master, but it came back easily. Eugene set a chocolate soda in front of me. I took a sip and focused on the shop’s front windows. To the commoner’s first look, they appeared quite clean. But my practiced eye from years of window washing could spot several smudged fingerprints. I stiffened. There was even a dusty spot left in the corner! Whoever had taken over my job was not a suitable replacement. I reminded myself to speak to Whit about that later when Connie’s shrill voice shattered my thoughts.
“Whit’s back! Everyone be quiet!” The shop quieted, so silent that you could hear a cat with mittens walk across a carpeted floor. Then, the little bell above the door sounded and in walked Whit. He had the same wild hair, the same glasses, and the same wisdom-filled gaze. He had slimmed down a lot since I’d last seen him. I cringed, realizing that the same probably would’ve happened to me if I’d been around Connie for too much longer. I groaned inwardly at the memory of Connie as my health instructor. Whit suddenly paused at the doorway, noticing all eyes were on him. His gaze traveled the room.
“What’s going on?” Then his eyes fell upon where I sat at the counter and his mouth fell open.
“Hiya Whit! It’s been a while!”
“Bernard!” Whit grinned. We hugged, slapping each other on the back. 
“Well stuff me with feathers and call me a pillow, Whit! You look great!” I said.
Whit laughed “So do you Bernard! Why didn’t you call and tell us you were coming?!”
“That’s what I said.” I heard Connie mumble.
“Well… I didn’t want to make too much of a big deal.”
“Too much of a big deal?” Connie exclaimed, “Bernard we haven’t seen you in forever! Of course this is a big deal!!”
I took a sip of my soda and grinned. By now, everyone was clustered in a group around me. Some were old friends, others, I didn’t recognize.
“How is life in Florida?” questioned Whit.
“Oh, it’s warm. Maude appreciates the pool. Not very many window jobs though. Speaking of which, Whit, who do you have doing your windows? I’d like to teach em’ a thing or two about window washing…” I end, muttering my dissatisfaction with the cleaning job.
“Oh! Bernard!” Connie spoke up suddenly, “There’s a bunch of people I want you to meet!” She waved to the girl behind Wooton, “Penny! Come here!”
I sipped my soda and raised an eyebrow, curious as to why Wooton followed Penny over.
“Bernard this is Penny!” Connie explained as I shook Penny’s hand. “She was my old roommate and—”
“My wife!” Wooton exclaimed, finishing for Connie. 
I choked on my soda and Eugene rushed to my side.
“Mister Walton! Do you require assistance? I have been trained and certified to administer the Heimlich maneuver!”
“No, no, no Eugene!” I shoved him away. I was just surprised. Scratch that, I was dumbstruck. Wooton? Married? I never would have believed that in a thousand years… well, maybe 20 years. I shook myself out of my thoughts, realizing they were waiting for my reply.
“Good for you Wooton.” I managed to stutter.
“Aw thanks Bernard!” Wooton said, giving Penny a hug. “I’m glad you finally got to meet my Penny!” 
Everyone began talking all at once. I glanced around the room. Only one person was missing: Tom. I remembered when I had received the news last year that Tom had passed away. It was a hard time for everyone. Memories flashed back of the times we had together: camping trips, fishing trips, and just talking to each other. Tom was a close friend, one of the closest I’ve ever had. I pushed away the sadness and glanced at my friends. Here we were once again. All together. I dreaded having to leave again for the reunion. I sat back in my chair and sipped my chocolate soda and shoved away the worry. No use in letting it spoil my time with friends. There was so much to catch up on!
“So, Whit, what have I missed?”

Thanks to all who entered into the contest! If you didn’t have a chance to enter, have no fear! I’ll be doing another one in the future! So stay tuned!

Also, happy late Fourth of July!

Peace out 🎖🎖🏅🏅🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏅🏅🏅🎖🎖🎖🎖🎖

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Competition Update

Sorry again for not posting in a few days. I have an update for the competition! I may extend the deadline if there are no more entities. How are y’all doing on it? Also, does any of you know of any new information that I missed?

Peace out ✌

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Extra: Random Poll

Hey! Today I have a strange poll! And just a reminder, the fan fiction competition will end on July 5th.

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Word Limit

Sorry for the late rule, but the limit of words in the fan fiction is up to 500.

Peace out ✌

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Competition Prize

The winner of the fan fiction competition will have their fan fiction posted on this blog. (If he or she wants me to). I’ll also email the winner an original drawing of Eugene!

Good luck to who enters! 🏆🏅🏆