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The Never-Ending Story continued
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6.02 AM - 5/21 Sent: 2.54 AM - 5/29 Name: Martin Hometown: Vancouver, WA Sent: 5.47 AM - 6/1 "Snow at this time of year?" thought Maria. Year after year, the weather has become more and more erratic. Time was when only the burgeoning fog was the bane of Pickering. "At least, that's what mother, Lucinda Carlotta Borgia de Corlione had said," thought Maria soon after mother had married the demented fish monger, Don Cilentro Corlione. "Lucinda had dipped low into the oregano patch to find that one," sighed Maria. But, snow it was, white and small, but enough to... Name: marie traverse Hometown: Newfoundland, Canada Sent: 1.50 PM - 6/1 The good doctor gave his head a massive shake, much like a dog coming from water, and finally chose to come back to reality. There was no delaying the inevitable--time to face the music and the mother-in-law. Name: pam Hometown: san diego Sent: 7.25 AM - 6/2 Face the music ... face the music. There was something to that. What WAS that saying? Ah, yes. "Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast ...?" "Who are you calling savage?" The stridency of Maria's voice stunned the good doctor, and it was only then that he realized he'd spoken the quote aloud. "I asked you a question!" Maria stamped her foot for emphasis. "And Mother's STILL waiting." "Music," Morgenes said. He would try his best to act the good husband, at least for now ... while he was disoriented and vulnerable. "I had the most remarkable ... dream, Maria ... my love. About a singing angel, dressed all in white, shimmering with starlight. And its voice ... oh, I DO wish you had heard it. It sounded just like ... like ..." "Well?" Maria pulled a cigar from her bodice and lit it. "Like WHAT?" Name: Samara
Vega Name: Lee Hometown: Brisbane Sent: 6.42 AM - 7/26 "Morgenes!", exclaimed Maria, her voice dripping with contempt, "Do you really think I'd let you go anywhere? I know all about the unpleasantness you've been involved with, and you will be doing exactly as I say from this moment." The shock was so absolute that he just turned to her slowly, a slack look of disbelief on his face. His lined face, well beyond his years, could not mask the self-loathing that had been festering for a decade or more. He turned away, and started walking slowly, arthritically, as if each step brought a new round of agony to wrack his gaunt frame. Maria stood watching him go, she felt no remorse, indeed it was probably a blessing that his secrets were no longer his alone. She gathered up her muddied shawl in slow precise movements, she was drained and more than a little shaken by the evening's turn of events. Maria set off toward the residence she shared with her
husband, passing the lower working class terraces -
kitchen fires alight, and children with dirt patching
their faces in the street. Beet coloured women with pegs
in their mouths and aprons around their rotund bodies hung
out row after row of washing in their dirty yards. Gods
she was happy that she had servants to do the more menial
tasks of life... Name: Alison Homepage: http://www.alitproductions.co.uk Hometown: UK Sent: 9.59 AM - 7/30 When Maria arrived home she approached Morgenes. "Please answer my question about your dream". He thought for a moment then, started "It sounded like it cut through my mind, breaking away all thoughts I had previously. It was so pure and gentle, it made my brain feel it had taken on another dimension. The energy was awesome and took me onto another dimension." Maria listened carefully, thinking about what Morgenes had said. The message about music was getting through. She realised a more sensitive part of him she had never seen before. It made her re-address how hard she had bullied and brow-beaten him for an answer. She had never credited him, as many women don't with any sensitivity, forgetting that it takes all sorts to make a world, and through her anger she had forgotten to see he could have sensitive feelings, she felt quite ashamed of herself. Name: Rog Hometown: Bridlington? Sent: 7.35 PM - 7/30 Peregrin De Vine glanced out of the window and said to his wife Sybil, "It's a bladdy aweful night for August dawling". Name: Alison Homepage: http://alitproductions.co.uk Hometown: uk Sent: 10.35 PM - 8/1 Morgenes then looked hard at Maria, and said "you too could sense this, if you could only drop what fears that make you so aggressive; instead of fighting against life, and feeling a life of negativity" "Negativity!" shrieked Maria. "Exactly my point" said Morgenes "instead
of picking out what you want to hear, how about really
listening, and looking, and then sensing the positive
message, instead of fighting me, and finding me repulsive,
why not look at what I have to offer, what I had to offer
all along, should you care to see. We loved each other
once, what, when and why did you turn?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: suchiHometown: India Sent: 11.29 AM - 8/2 The doctor whipped around to look at his wife, apprehension writ large on his face. He realised he had just spoken to Maria as if she were one of his patients, comforting and encouraging her while meaning nothing in reality. Most of the times his patients, ignorant dullards that they were, were taken in. They believed his words to be gospel, and credited him with all the good things that happened thereafter in their lives. But sometimes......just sometimes they saw through him, his empty words and his placebos. And when things went awry in their lives, they came back for revenge.... Name: Cindy R Hometown: Morris Plains, NJ Sent: 7.43 PM - 8/7 The Doctor's thoughts wandered back to reality. Maria was a strong woman, and could easily see past his pretension. "Sorry - for that", Morgenes uttered. "But teach you"? The Doctor paused for a moment, with a hint of distrust and reached into the briefcase by his side. Surveying over a vast selection of his sharpest and pointiest medical tools, the Doctor returned with a grin. "Ah, yes, this one will do". The instrument was a titanium tipped razor-toothed skull flap edger, most often utilized in sensitive brain surgery. The instrument shimmered as it lay in his hands. "Trust builds happiness, stability, sensitivity. If you are truly willing Maria, I will begin my lesson with Trust. This special tool will be my guide". "You too could sense this, if you could only drop what fears that make you so aggressive; instead of fighting against life, and feeling a life of negativity" Sent: 11.58 AM - 8/24 And that was when the cheese monkeys first appeared. Name: Stina "Because I'm like, so whigging out." He said calmly. He shrugged his shoulders because he thought that this would be the right time to shrug, and he couldn't have thought about anything better to shrug than his shoulders, he walked to the door. Twisting the handle of the mahogany door that stood 6 feet and 3.4567 inches and had a width of perhaps 3 feet, Dr. Morgenes stepped out into the cold, hard, and eerily cozy night. He ignored Maria's cries. He had seen the enemy and it was a 40 inch tall hyena that had been turned into a vampire centuries ago. Demonic Hyenas, thought Morgenes as the door was closed by Maria who was letting in the cold. Meanwhile, the Hyena who was aptly named....... Name: pam Hometown: san diego Sent: 9.59 PM - 10/20 ... "Poison" (!!!) guffawed. Poison! That was it. "Merciful heavens," the doctor cried. The 40-inch-tall hyena cum vampire ... his absurdly accurate perception of the door's measurements ... both were textbook indicators of another deadly Borgia de Corlione concoction. But how, he wondered, had he imbibed it this time? From Maria's perfume? Or the spittle she projected with her outbursts? The doctor tried to think, but the hyena-dragon manifestation blocked his mind. "Stop making a monkey of me," the doctor told his hallucination. Then it struck him: the cheese monkeys! He'd seen a plate of them on the credenza near Maria. She must have put the poison in them and, knowing the doctor couldn't resist, left them for him to discover. Had he eaten one? He couldn't remember. He rubbed his index finger over his teeth and extracted a ... Sent: 3.30 PM - 10/31 ... long spotted neck. He must have eaten the cheese giraffes instead. The doctor took a run-up and jumped feet-first out of the small window. (He could have jumped head first but that would have been more of a lunge and it might have messed up the two strands of hair he combed behind his left ear). Outside, an army of grey clouds stormed the sky. The hailstones dropped like bombs invading the pebbled road where the doctor had landed. He started to walk briskly, broke into a jog, then started to sprint for what seemed like hours. After crossing the road (not forgetting to look left and right) he walked into the tavern he had avoided going into earlier. He strolled up to the bar; past where would have been the jukebox, a cigarette machine and a spotty pubescent boy trying to get served had it been in the 21st century. He coughed loudly to get the attention of the bartender. "Got a cheesy tail stuck in your throat Darrrrrrrrling?" said the figure behind the bar. "Oh my Sweet Jesus," cried the doctor. "It's.........." Name: pam Hometown: san diego Sent: 12.30 AM - 11/4 "...Mother?!" He peered through a filter of smoke clouds, wondering if this was yet another hallucination or truly the dreaded Mother-in-Law. The woman certainly SOUNDED like her and there WAS a vague resemblance in other respects, but he'd never seen the Mother-in-Law dressed in anything but frumpy dusters ... certainly a far cry from the ... what was that? ... ah, yes, leopard-print (imagine that ... LEOPARD print!!) sheath this fetching vision wore. And what was that she'd asked? Something about a cheesy tail? Or was it a tale of cheese? Oh dear, oh dear. The doctor feared he was losing his mind. Or, perhaps, he'd fallen into the same rabbit hole that that unfortunate little girl ... Alice Something, wasn't it? ... had fallen into. He glanced up and down the bar, looking for signs of mushrooms or Mad Hatters. None. Only a pair of flamingos intent on some sort of frothy pink drinks. Pink flamingos? The doctor buried his head in his hands. "A pint of Harp, please," he said. "And one other thing ..." He looked imploring at the leopard-print clad woman. "Tell me, can you ..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Emil
Rowe His whole world started to melt away, spinning and shifting, oozing into his sense of what is real. Doctor Morgenes realised that he was about to faint and although in his mind and soul he should find help, his body started to fall, deeper into an abyss. Trying to get together the last of his strength to reach for safety as his head span faster and faster. Lucinda, draped dangerously in Leopard spots, reached deep with in her lower dress. " Most st..strange...." Morgenes stuttered, " I can usually think of what to say....if only this room was not running away from my eyes and kept in focus....damn it!" The doctor's voice rose as he no longer understood where he was. Everything seemed so strange, so alien to him that he slowly started to feel a tiny shred of fear. With each passing second the Doctor was slowly failing his fight to stay up, his legs where now no use to him, as he started to feel his body grow weaker and weaker. Confused and desperate he clambered up to the glass to see what he had just drunk. "Mmmother...i n law...." He began to slur as he raised his eyes to inspect the glass. As Morgenes peered into the tavern's given glass chamber he found to his horror that instead of the scent of alcohol there was a strange small of mint, strong, pungent and heavy. The two loving Pink flamingos, who sat in the corner drinking their cares began to squark in excitement, as to his back Lucinda drove deeper and deeper into her purse. With a sudden clap of lightning the old woman found what she sought and began to withdraw it from within her skirt. Her smoke yellow stained fangs started to smile, a wide cheshire cat grin as Morgenes slowly realised that he had been poisoned and started to lash out at Lucinda. " L..Lucinda !!!!! Lucinda!!! You impuden woman! wh..what have you done to me!!!! Lucinda!!!!" yelled the Doctor. A click sound along with steps upon the heavy limbered floor made their way through the smoke of the bar. "LucindaAAA!" Doctor Morgenes all of sudden turned to confront his
mother-in-law but was instead welcomed by the poise of a
black metal cylinder as he struggled to face her evil.
Lucinda simply stood their, her elegant aptly shaped body
turned away to her left, as her right arm held a ivory gun
to Doctor Morgenes temple. BOUGHFFF!!!! shot out the metal beast Lucinda held
within her right hand and as Morgenes fell to the floor
dying he could only think "At last...those blasted
pink birds have gone." Name: Pam Hometown: San Diego, CA Sent: 12.25 AM - 12/9 "Oh,no," Morgenes moaned. "I wasn't such a sinner as that, was I?" His head throbbed and now, with the unpleasantness of eternal damnation thrust upon him, he felt that he was about to be sick. That is, if a dead man can GET sick, he thought. "Did you say 'hell'? As ..." "Yessirree," the greeter said, his voice awash in the false enthusiasm of a carnival barker. Hell. Funny, Morgenes didn't feel dead at all--not that he knew what dead felt like, just that he'd always thought it would feel like nothing. And this felt like ... at least, SOME thing. Morgenes probed the side of his head, searching for evidence of the bullet wound that had sent him to this place, but his skull was intact, apparently unscathed. Hmmmm. He'd try to make sense of that business later. Another hallucination, he guessed, although the surrounding circumstances were hazy at best. For now, this situation was mysterious enough. He peered through the red glow in the direction of the voice, and focused on a blurry shape. "What on Earth are you talking about?" Morgenes asked. The greeter guffawed. "Good one," he said. "What on Earth, indeed? Oh, that's rich! Did you ever hear the one about the little green Earthian?" He laughed with such maniacal hilarity that he was unable to continue. "Earthian? Stuff and nonsense," Morgenes said. His vision had begun to adapt to the weird lighting and he saw now that the greeter was a short, rather rotund and balding fellow of indeterminate age. "Just tell me: Where on Earth are we?" The greeter exploded in more laughter. "Oh, you are too much! Too much! Where on Earth?! Ha!" He hiccoughed uncontrollably, then sneezed and wept amidst his guffaws. "Please. This is most unconventional," Morgenes said. "Just tell me where on ... where I am!" The greeter mopped his streaming eyes, and Morgenes had a sudden thought of the walrus from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. He couldn't help feeling a rush of pathos for the unfortunate oysters of that tale. If I get out of here alive, I swear I'll never eat another oyster, Morgenes thought. It didn't occur to him that, should he not get out of there alive, he wouldn't eat another anything. "Please, won't you tell me?" he pleaded. The greeter hiccoughed a few more times, then seemed to catch his breath and resume the air of a carnival barker. "Hellas," the greeter told him. "You're in Hellas Basin. Deepest crater on the Red Planet." "Red Planet? But that's ... that's Mars!" Morgenes' eyebrows shut up in surprise. "Where'd you think we were?" the greeter asked. "Earth?" He collapsed in another fit of hysteria and ... Name: danny Sent: 9.16 PM - 1/1 as he fell, blacked out. Suddenly, he woke up. But everything was different around him. He was walking on the sidewalks of a bad neighorhood, late at night. He found he was wearing jeans and a wife beater, and that he was quite cold. Suddenly he realized he had a cigarette in his mouth, and all he had in his pockets was a dollar and fifty cents, a lighter, a pack of cigarettes, and a bloody switchblade. "Now where the hell am I?" Suddenly, as if to answer his question, a stunningly attractive blond woman ran up to him. All she wore was a seductive red dress, and red high heels. "Miachel!" she screamed, as she ran up to him and hugged im. "Miachel, thank God you're alive! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Miachel? he thought. Who the hell is Miachel. "I'm Morgenes, and who on earth are you? And where on earth am, I?" "That's Perfect!" She cried. "A new identity is exactly what you need! Come, let me take you to Tony's place tonight. He fooled the cops and told them Trent had murdered Maria and Lucinda, but told them that Trent is hiding out in Florida." Lucinda, Maria, what familiar names. He couldn't exactly remember where he knew them though. "So you're safe for now. Oh Miachal-" He pushed her away. "Miachel, what's wrong?" "Who are you?" He demanded. "Its me, Miachel. Your wife...Allison." She lovinlgy kissed him on the cheek. "You're just in shock. Come on." She gently took his hand and held it. "Everything is gonna be ok." She then proceeded to walk to an old apartment, and opened the door. Miachel was so surprised. Name: david fordham Hometown: bangkok Sent: 6.44 AM - 1/26 As if waking from a long and lumbered slumber (surely I had just been leisurely strolling along the pavement casually looking in shop windows) bright sunlight forced its way into the slits that once were my eyes. Confused I looked up at what I thought might be an alien being. Golden oversized helmet perched on top of a head about the size of a grapefruit. The motorcycle policeman, looking decidedly disheveled and bruised muttered, "Who was in the wrong, you or me"? Name: Pennie Hometown: Arlington, Texas Sent: 12.37 AM - 1/27 "It must have been you," I said, attempting to leap up and escape. But my leap fell somewhat short. I could barely raise my head. "No," the policeman said decisively. "How could it be me? I'm the law." With a weary groan, I lay back down. "Coffee," I said, the word sounding like a weary groan. "Coffee." Name: pam Hometown: san diego, california Sent: 12.58 AM - 3/2 "What EVER are you blathering about?" asked the ... Name: ruth lavelle Hometown: Dublin, Ireland Sent: 4.17 PM - 3/21 more serious components of society. I looked at him, an old, withering, broken man. He had forgotten what is was to love anyone, even himself. A wave of pity washed over me, I remembered the days of the last summer I spent with him. The two of us created a utopia but it ended up like hell. We finished in September and ten months later, I hooked up with his best pal to find out that he had an identity problem. Lack of trust. Don't we all suffer from it. A quick shag and you think you're made. Not so. Listen, anyone out there should become a nun to avoid contamination. Pissed. Shagged. What's the use? It's not love. "Darling," he said, "I will try to understand. You know I love you." "No, you don't." I replied. "How can you? Do you know that when I was on the island, you went away for a weekend with your ex wife. You swore you didn't love her. It was me, me, me all the time. What a waste of breath, all those lies. I just had to tell you that you're a sub-human parasite." "I'm a doctor. I can cure you." "Pull the other leg." "What?" "Aha", I laughed, "I didn't think you were that thick. Did you not know I have three?" Dr. Morgenes, my ex, looked at me, flabbergasted. He
was going mad again, but this time, there was no escape. I
stripped him naked and put him standing on top of the
G.P.O. "Bye honey," I said. Take the plunge. You
know you want to. Homepage: http://www.dogma.com Hometown: Los Angeles Sent: 1.50 PM - 3/22 "....Morgenes.......Can you hear me?" The doctor rolled his eyes as the pain of reality began to return. He swallowed hard and gulped at the dry, hot air. "Morgenes, damn you wake up man!" Enrico Gonzalez began to become impatient. He had just about had enough of this doctor come Bullfighter! 3 years of solid training and he still forgot to move! "...how..long was I out?", Morgenes, still confused was now desperately trying to open his eyes, but the Spanish sun was blinding. "Out? You have barely been out, lucky for you the bull is old and his horns are worn or you might not be here at all!", Enrico helped the doctor to his feet patting his jacket the best he could to remove the red clay dust of the arena. It was only after they left the suns staring gaze that Doctor Morgenes dare attempt to open his eyes. "What in creation is this!", Morgenes almost screamed these words, unable to control himself. What faced him was undeniable, but his mind had played tricks before, and this incredulous site MUST be a betrayal by his mind! The colours defied imagination, the smell of parchment.. no musk, the smell of the ancients, they had come to collect. Doctor Morgenes shook as it dawn on him that he could not deliver, his horrendous task remained unfinished, he had to get to London, he had to find ... the Mortuary, he had to find the grave and he had to return what was there, before it was too late. Name: Robert Godden Hometown: Adelaide Australia Sent: 5.20 AM - 3/26 At last, I am myself. It floods back. I have been here seven years. I will be here seven more. The crash, the dizzying freefall landing that pulverised my ship left me as a fog, a fog that drifts through space. A fog that drifts through lives. Now I am this person. Now I am that person. And always the madness- they resent me in their heads. And only when I manage to slip into the brain of someone who has deadened their brain with alcohol. Someone who has slipped into a gutter and is temporarily beyond the reach of their own brain. I must get to London. I must meet the rescue party. But all too soon, I feel the stirring of a mind returning. loose and sore, but returning nevertheless. And magnetically, I feel the pull of the mind of Morgenes... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Emil His mind however struggled to cope, leaving him little time to breathe. Each minute Morgenes would end up in different situations, as if watching re-runs of the silent golden age of cinema. He had lost the will to assess his situation and could no longer feel the pain of losing it all. Morgenes was far from making his peace with his maker but felt no good would come searching for answers. No, instead he would try to foc Admist all the chaos, from living in London, then to hell, taking a trip into space then becoming a prized bullfighter in the midwest - Morgenes kept focus upon the singular most important thing what was real. Over and over he replayed what he thought had been his life! Then within the sound of striking thunder he was back to some sort of still formality. He was back, back some where; anywhere but he was no longer jumping. Nope, he was very much still as his tired body began to scream. Where had he stopped ? Earth, London - reality or
insanity ? Hometown: san diego, california Sent: 8.07 AM - 3/28 His mind had turned into a house of mirrors. His thoughts and memories, dreams and hallucinations ricocheted, oozing one into another like streams into a river. If only he could find a way to separate them, perhaps he would be able to discern which among them were real. But, in his muddled state, he could not manage the task alone. A guide, he thought. That's what he needed. Someone to lead him through the labyrinthine mess and, with any luck, back to reality -- whatever that was. "Guide? Did I hear you thinking 'guide'?" A woman's voice filtered into Morgenes' tangled brain. It was a pleasant voice, chipper and warm-toned. Familiar. Safe. Then he recognized it: Lavinia! The intrepid reporter and adventuress had found him again. But how? And what did it mean?! Name: pam Hometown: san diego, california Sent: 9.23 PM - 3/28 He shook his head. It meant nothing because, in his confusion, he'd mixed up the sisters. Lavinia was the mild mannered one -- she of the lacy gloves, insufferable politeness and naively coquettish airs. He'd mistaken her voice for that of her elder sister -- Viburnia Hedgerow -- who'd traipsed the world, wrestled alligators (and giraffes?!)and pursued illicit dalliances like an obsessed hunter on safari. All the while, recording her adventures in a journal that she sent, once a month by steamship, to the Times. Oh, sweet merciful heavens, he thought, afraid now to open his eyes. Which would be the better vision: the insipid Lavinia or the lascivious Viburnia? And, more importantly, what ... Name: Emil (Pams fan) Hometown: London, UK Sent: 11.51 PM - 3/29 was the reasoning to this rabbit hole of shear insanity he had spiralled into? The doctor opened his eyes, once he felt some normality had returned to his sense, expecting to find the sight of the twin sisters. Instead he found he had been lying upon a grave, cover in due and Ivy. His surroundings where blurred by the London fog but he could tell that fate had dumped him into the core of hurricane - at last he found himself at the centre of all the chaos. Morgenes struggled to focus onto his surroundings, making out only twenty feet in front of him. Surround by wethered and haggered grave stones, too his left the doctor could just make out what appeared to be a sign. Wooden and beaten, the sign simply lay at a slant towards the damp sod upon it's pole. 'Enfield Fields and Freezywater: Sancturum for the dead ' Moregenes tried to make out the gold lettering. This confused him because there was no such known English word as Sancturum - though he knew it could possibly represent 'gaveyard' and for what he had heard of Enfield Fields and Freezywater, which both lay at the northern outskirts of the city. For what seemed tobe a life time this seemed to transfix onto him a sence of placement - slowly working out his general direction. To the east of him he knew the marsh lands of Lea Valley slept in the shadows of the coast. To the north lay the tracks upto Scotland and Yorkshire, whilst the south lay the city. Slowly getting up he paused. Sobbing. There was the sound of someone crying but where from ? Not from the east nor the north. The west was merely a blurring. Turning around to see where the crying sound was coming from, Morgenes jumped to find............ Name: Sylvia A Perez Hometown: Capistrano Beach Sent: 2.56 AM - 4/12 mummies coming up out of the ground singing and dancing eveywhere. It looked like a cemetary.. Name: Jenny Hometown: Sydney, Australia Sent: 7.03 AM - 4/30 and when the fog cleared enough he could see indeed it was a cemetary and the mummies weren't really mummies at all, they were a company of nuns, the Sisters of Charity to be precise. The nuns wore long white habits and flowing veils, and industriously rolled up a ragged cotton bandage each, while they sang with lusty but virginal voices and danced a jig to the merry sound of bagpipes. The fog lifted long enough for Morgines to see a lone Scottish piper perched on a neighbouring vault, there being no Scottish castles in the vicinity. That would explain the mournful wailing he'd heard in the half-light, but it sounded as if the party was beginning to liven up now. 'I say,' he said, peering up at the nearest good sister through the mist, 'What a brilliant idea for a party. Sorry I didn't come in costume. Ha ha.' The singing stopped abruptly and the figures closed in until they were standing all around him in a circle.' Morgines looked up to see a pair of hairy legs and the hem of a tartan kilt in front of him, and a smelly sporran swinging very close to his face. 'What have you got in there? A dead rodent?' he cried, eyes sparkling in merriment at his own wit, only to widen in horror as half a dozen nuns held him down with surprisingly brawny arms and another two wound the bandages around his body, until he was trussed up like a mummy himself. 'I don't want to go as a mummy, I don't want to be a mummy,' he screamed, bucking and rolling from side to side.' 'Well no-one's asking you to,' said a familiar voice, and he opened his eyes to see a woman in a laboratory coat standing over him with a syringe with an extremely long needle on the end. 'Oh, God!' he said, struggling violently, but the straitjacket only tightened more on his writhing body, 'Lavinia!!' Name: ro Hometown: Jolly old England! Sent: 4.04 PM - 4/30 And then, he passed out, probably from the shock of it all. His mind spun into a whirlwind dream sequence...and then... Name: Emil Homepage: http://www.gaylondonwriters.com Hometown: London, UK Sent: 11.20 PM - 5/5 a sudden burst of warmth sent Morgenes' hairs tingling. He felt as if he was something soft, comfortable and familiar. The wondrous smell of Apple Blossom pranced about upon the desk Morgenes had fallen asleep at. Aged, tired and exhausted - time had not been kind to Morgenes. By a rare fluke of luck fate had allowed him just to keep a grasp on his life. A dreamer of sorts he was stuck in a loveless life, trapped deep within envy of those who made it. Doctor Morgenes was the youngest of the litter, and a failure compared to his brothers, and shunned right at the start of his life. And now that sixty years had passed the anger he felt
inside was about to blow. However as the warmth of the
midday sun gently shone through the study window he felt
no urge to let of steam but instead lie perfectly still. A
haze surrounded the small Victorian house giving a feeling
of twilight. This was his home. His sanctuary, smeared
only by the fact that he was always kept away from it, sat
perfectly deep within the heart of Kent. Name: pam Hometown: san diego, california Sent: 3.46 AM - 5/9 ... which he mistook for an enormous tea chest. (Given the era in which his mortal form first entered this Earth, it was a reasonable mistake, of course.) "A cup of tea," he muttered. "That's what I need. With a hefty shot of scotch. Just what the doctor ordered to steady the old keel." He chuckled at his little joke for, despite all his recent misadventures, he WAS still a doctor and he WAS ordering this very remedy. But, confound it, he could not figure out how to open the "tea chest" and, unwilling to tolerate further delay, decided to forego the tea and simply drink scotch instead. He filled a tumbler and set about sipping. But the "tea chest" nagged him. He was a man of science, after all ... as learned as that Austrian fellow Freud and that British scientist Darwin. Certainly, he could figure out this contraption. He studied the "tea chest", noticing that it was composed of wood and glass, and decorated with a row of odd-sized buttons that looked as though they might operate some sort of hinge mechanism. He touched one of the buttons. Nothing. He touched another. Again, nothing. Then he realized: "Of course, a Chinese puzzle box," he said. He'd read of such things: their false doors and hidden panels and clever compartments. Most likely, Lavinia had found it during one of her many far-flung journeys and thought to surprise him with it. Well, then, all the more incentive to figure it out. He'd never allow Lavinia the pleasure of besting him at a mental challenge. He pushed the largest button, the one most to the left of the row. The box sighed audibly, and Morgenes couldn't help but jump backwards in surprise. But, in the same moment, he smiled, admiring the ingenious Chinese puzzle maker who had contrived such a startling effect. He wasn't prepared, however, for what happened next. Now a strange green light came into the glass portion of the puzzle box. And, with shuddering swiftness, something else ... Morgenes gaped in horrified disbelief at the sight of four small roundish creatures trapped somehow within the glass. They looked part human, part animal, with brightly colored fur ... red, purple, yellow, green ... and misshapen antlers (... Morgenes swore one's antler was shaped like a triangle, another's seemed to be a circle.) The creatures capered inside the glass, trilling in birdlike voices. No, Morgenes realized, not trilling at all. They were speaking ... oh, merciful heavens! They were speaking English! But how had they become trapped inside the glass? And what should he do? Release them? Or keep them locked away? Had he become a modern Pandora, opening a box of forbidden secrets? Morgenes swooned while the strange, gaudy creatures ... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now it's your turn. Click here to add your chapter to the Never-Ending Story. Don't forget to bookmark this page so you can return to find out the latest developments and add another chapter! Chapters are added here each week. If you're serious about writing that book, I strongly recommend you take a look at this site! Click here
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