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KAHZEE come back when you find the book...

#1 User is offline   Gehn, lord of ages 

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Posted 27 July 2008 - 04:05 PM




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PROLOGUE

with special thanks to my brilliant editors mysteria13 and Agnes
"I realized the moment I fell into the fissure that the book would not be destroyed as I had planned. It continued falling into that starry expanse, of which I had only a fleeting glimpse. I have tried to speculate where it might have landed, but I must admit that such conjecture is futile. Still, questions about whose hands might one day hold my Myst book are unsettling to me. I know my apprehensions might never be allayed, and so I close, realizing that perhaps the ending has not yet been written."

"Can you check how much's left?"

"Three, nope, two and a half boxes of donuts." replied Paul, pausing to take one himself, "and most of the cookies. We could have just not had a bake sale today." "The chocolate milk's almost empty." said Angelica.

"We still have a full jug in the fridge." said Miss Electo, "It's all the little sixth graders on their field trip. But," she continued, "if we can work out the car wash, we should be doing fine."
As they replaced the desks they had used as makeshift selling tables, another teacher leaned into the doorway.

"Are you still selling?" asked Mr. Miller.

"What? Oh! Yes," said Paul, "We just moved them over here. But you can still buy them."

"If you have money," corrected Mitch.

"Ya. buh." said Paul. "So, what did you want?"

"Let's see. I'll take one of the glazed donuts."

"Okay... Oh, I see. You want it taken to you."

"Well, I figured that this room was not the safest place to be during break. Every time I look in, I see people huddled under the tables."


"Maybe we're practicing earthquake drills," replied Peter.

"The loud thumps and flying objects are for added realism, of course," added Mark.

"You never know," said Peter, "You never know."


"And here's your donut, Mr. Miller," finished Paul.

"Thank you."


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Paul replaced the box of donuts to side table and sat down on the teacher's stool. He snapped his hand open and shut. "Ball me, Saxton."

Peter stood up and swung open one of the lockers in the back of the room. He pulled out a bag full of bouncy balls. Rather, it had once been full of bouncy balls.

"There's just one left." said Peter.

"Well, if Mrs. Leslie would stop taking all our balls," said Paul.

"And one's on the roof," added Peachie.

"Ohoh yeah. The one Ansel threw, and it bounced off the car."

"Did you ever get the frisbee off the roof?" asked Mark.

"No!" shouted Peachie, "We went up on Saturday but someone took it!"

"I need to copy something," said Miss Electo, "I'll be right back, and be gentle with the bouncy balls."

"Gentle as doves," Peter intoned, as he took out the ball. He bounced it off three desks in a row, almost crossing the width of the room, before it undershot and fell to the floor.

Paul retrieved the ball with a deft flick of his foot. He kicked it up to his hand (a procedure requiring multiple attempts, despite his soccer background). "This one's gonna go across four tables - bha, bha, bha!" He paused. "Bha!"

Despite his prediction, the throw went no farther than Peter's had. Limbs flailing, he spun around in disgust.

Mitch picked the ball off the ground and chucked it blindly over his shoulder while quietly shouting, "Whee!"

Mark stopped his pacing and sat down. "This is starting to feel dangerous." he said.

Notwithstanding this premonition, Peter easily caught the ball and gently bounced it to Paul.

Paul fired it back at him. Peter crumpled to the ground, the very image of a distressed pill bug. A large, skinny, albino pill-bug. "Man down" chuckled Paul.

"You got me there." Peter stated flatly, "Ahah! No mas, no mas."

"Lembas bread," said Paul, sounding little like the hobbit he was quoting. Then, "Who has the ball?"

"I have the ball." said Ansel, "I HAVE THE BALL!"

"No..." moaned Peachie.

"You know what Peachie? Just shut your face. Shut your face." He got up and grandly hurled the ball at random. It ricocheted off an empty chair and hit the ceiling above his head.

"Look what I found!" shouted Peachie excitedly. She bent down to reach behind the lockers. She reared up and hurled her discovery at Paul's head.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed as the fist sized ball slammed into the wall behind him and began flashing in two colors and singing, "It's a small world after all..."

"No! not that again." said Paul. Peter clapped his hands, and Paul threw him the still wailing ball. Peter caught it and began methodically pounding it against the table. After a few seconds, he created a gap between the hemispheres of the ball. He was then able to tear it apart and remove the inner workings. It finally stopped singing.


"So this is the sound device?" asked Paul, walking over and pushing the mentioned button.

"It's a small world after all... It's a small world after all..."

Peter threw one of the hemispheres at him. As Paul retreated back to his corner, Peachie retrieved the first ball and flung it at him This initiated a chain reaction, the likes of which have not been seen since the ban on above ground nuclear weapon testing.

After the ball hit the table in front of him, Mark slipped down and hid underneath the table. Two girls in front of him followed suit. "Come down here Agnes." they pleaded with the third, "It's safer."

"And we'll have the Agnes Defense," added Mark, "Because nothing will dare hit you."

In the opposite corner of the room, Mitch attempted to shelter behind his large backpack. The ball missed Peter and hit Mitch on the back of his head.

"Oops," said Paul, "Ball me, Mitch."

Mitch retrieved the ball from under his chair. "I have to finish my geometry homework!" he muttered, pulling up his hood and throwing the ball. "Hco!"

Mere seconds later, the ball struck a chair and dropped into the middle of the group sitting on the floor. "Oh dear," said one of them.

Mark threw the ball back to Paul.

"What? Why are you helping them?"

"I think it's much safer to have them throwing it there than here," Mark replied.

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The ball bounced off Mitch's geometry book and scattered his papers. He threw it ineffectively back into the middle of the classroom and continued to hurry through homework problems.

Ansel picked up the ball and threw it at Paul, who caught it reflexively. Shaking his now stinging hand, Paul flung the ball back at him. Ansel ducked, and the ball soared out the open window. At the same time, the desk that Ansel had inadvertently pushed while ducking fell to the floor with a crash.

Miss Electo walked back into the room that very instant. She stopped in front of the podium and glanced around. "We were gentle," Paul corrected hastily. "See? We don't even have a ball."

"We just, you know, really like the floor," said Agnes, as the quivering group rose from their shelters.

"We're picking up trash," added Mark, "Surely that's a good thing."

Miss Electo rolled her eyes. "Do I have to take the balls away?"

"No," said Paul, "We don't have any." She looked at him. "Really!" he protested. "The last one just flew out the window."

She sighed. "I love working with the high schoolers. Break time is over."

At this, the class got up and went over to their backpacks. In small convoys, they began heading through the narrow hall, barging through the stream of smaller students.

End Prologue


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Posted 27 July 2008 - 07:02 PM

Oooo... mysterious. Especially the text that goes back and forth between being dark blue and black. :saavy:

I like how Peachie says "look what I found", and you're totally expecting her to yank out a Book... and she doesn't. Brilliant. The dialogue is also brilliant -- very realistic.

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Posted 27 July 2008 - 07:18 PM

I love lembas bread!!!!! :saavy: And you followed it with a Disney quote. This could not be any better. The dialogue is very realistic, and it sounds just like so many of my high school classes. Well done!!!

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Posted 28 July 2008 - 09:12 AM

You already know how I feel about it. Now give me more of the same!

I also think it's funny that you can still see some of my red comma corrections! :D

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Posted 28 July 2008 - 11:51 AM

:rotflol: :is predictably happy:

View Postmysteria13, on Jul 28 2008, 08:12 AM, said:

I also think it's funny that you can still see some of my red comma corrections! :D

View PostCamoudile, on Jul 27 2008, 06:02 PM, said:

Oooo... mysterious. Especially the text that goes back and forth between being dark blue and black. ;)

oops. I thought I had fixed all of those. :bunny2a: *goes and edits*

View PostKatrAnna, on Jul 27 2008, 06:18 PM, said:

I love lembas bread!!!!! :) And you followed it with a Disney quote.
:saavy: :D I did?
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Posted 04 August 2008 - 11:35 AM

The "it's a small world after all" thing. Or am I reading stuff into it? :saavy:
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Posted 04 August 2008 - 12:00 PM

View PostKatrAnna, on Aug 4 2008, 10:35 AM, said:

The "it's a small world after all" thing. Or am I reading stuff into it? :D

Oh, that. Your concept of "followed" is somewhat looser than mine. :saavy:

I wonder if there really is a bouncy ball souvenir that sings "iaswaa"

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Posted 04 August 2008 - 09:48 PM

If I ever see it, I'm poping it.
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Posted 04 August 2008 - 09:54 PM

View PostGehn, lord of ages, on Aug 4 2008, 02:00 PM, said:

I wonder if there really is a bouncy ball souvenir that sings "iaswaa"

It wouldn't surprise me. I once had a yo-yo with Buzz Lightyear on it, and it said "To infinity and beyond" every time. I did everything I could to it, and it never shut up. Never. :saavy:
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Posted 05 August 2008 - 12:08 PM

View PostKatrAnna, on Aug 4 2008, 08:54 PM, said:

It wouldn't surprise me. I once had a yo-yo with Buzz Lightyear on it, and it said "To infinity and beyond" every time. I did everything I could to it, and it never shut up. Never. :D

Clearly you should have broken it to pieces against a table. :saavy:
wouldn't a yo-yo get really annoying, since it would talk every two seconds?
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Posted 05 August 2008 - 10:20 PM

View PostGehn, lord of ages, on Aug 5 2008, 02:08 PM, said:

View PostKatrAnna, on Aug 4 2008, 08:54 PM, said:

It wouldn't surprise me. I once had a yo-yo with Buzz Lightyear on it, and it said "To infinity and beyond" every time. I did everything I could to it, and it never shut up. Never. :D

Clearly you should have broken it to pieces against a table. :saavy:
wouldn't a yo-yo get really annoying, since it would talk ever two seconds?

I'm telling you, that thing was indestructible!! :) And very annoying.

Haha, I'm messing with your topic! :rotflol:
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Posted 06 August 2008 - 10:57 AM

View PostKatrAnna, on Aug 5 2008, 09:20 PM, said:

Haha, I'm messing with your topic! :saavy:
Don't worry, if the topic careens out of control, I can always release a sneak peek of Chapter 1 (but only if people ask really nicely).
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Posted 06 August 2008 - 11:01 PM

*asks really nicely* Pretty please, may we see? How about pretty please with a cherry on top?
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Posted 07 August 2008 - 09:25 AM

I could actually do it too :D

C'mon GLOA, where's the rest? :saavy:
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Posted 07 August 2008 - 11:30 AM

*dons a winning smile* :saavy:
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Posted 07 August 2008 - 04:21 PM

Oh, alright... here's your little sneak peek.

By the time Paul got out of the grocery store, it was 3:42. Then Paul remembered that the car clock was slow. He glanced at his phone. 5:01. The phone rang.

"What?"

"Paul?"

"Hyeh"

"Are you dead?"

"I don't think so. Why?"

and you'll have to wait for the rest :saavy: (no fair asking m13 to steal you pieces)
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Posted 07 August 2008 - 08:17 PM

Bwhahahahahaha.....

I am M13 fear my spoilering tendencies! Bwhah--coughcoughhack.
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Posted 08 August 2008 - 09:44 PM

Hear that Cam, your smile means nothing to Gloa... :saavy:
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Posted 09 August 2008 - 12:13 PM

View Postaander91, on Aug 8 2008, 07:44 PM, said:

Hear that Cam, your smile means nothing to Gloa... :saavy:

*gives up on winning smile, returns to threats* Posted Image

They always worked better with M13. Come to think of it, I threaten her too, since she has access to the draft. :D
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Posted 09 August 2008 - 03:02 PM

Release the next sneak peek, or Mysteria won't write anymore.
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Posted 09 August 2008 - 03:42 PM

Disclaimer: it is also not fair to threaten mysteria13 to bring you pieces.

View PostCamoudile, on Aug 9 2008, 11:13 AM, said:

View Postaander91, on Aug 8 2008, 07:44 PM, said:

Hear that Cam, your smile means nothing to Gloa... :D

*gives up on winning smile, returns to threats* Posted Image

They always worked better with M13. Come to think of it, I threaten her too, since she has access to the draft.
:saavy: Oh dear. I liked smiling better. Even when you have a lot of long sharp teeth...

View Postaander91, on Aug 9 2008, 02:02 PM, said:

Release the next sneak peek, or Mysteria won't write anymore.
If I keep doing this, you'll have read all of Chapter 1 in little pieces before it comes out.

"A man's wisdom gives him patience;
it is to his glory to overlook an offense."

Proverbs 19:11

Amazing. It seems to have quieted the mobs.

Edit: Chapter one should be coming this week.
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Posted 23 August 2008 - 06:58 AM

View PostGehn, lord of ages, on Aug 9 2008, 05:42 PM, said:

Edit: Chapter one should be coming this week.


REALLY!?

Postpostpostpostpostpost...

Now where's my Chapter One?! :saavy:
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Posted 23 August 2008 - 11:35 AM

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Chapter 1
This Chapter is dedicated to KatrAnna, since it is close to her birthday.


"El imperfecto. Hablar, Robert." "Hablaba, hablabas, hablaba, hablabamos, hablaban."

Professor Rodriguez, an old, jocular Puerto Rican, nodded. "Muy bien, Robert." He turned to the next student. "Paulito, Comer."

Professor Rodriguez called all three of his high schoolers with the Spanish suffix "ito", meaning "little". They were not bad students; they just either had too large of school, so that classes sometimes overflowed, or, like Paul, too small.

"Comía, comías, comía, comíamos, comían."

"Muy bien. Well, it looks like I'm late, so we'll have to finish this chapter on Tuesday. Ustedes están despedido."

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Paul swung open the door to his old, sky blue pickup truck. As he started the engine, he glanced down at the post-it note on the dashboard.

Remember to pick up bake sale leftovers from school or Miss Electo is gonna kill you.

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The janitor was just leaving when Paul got there. Paul ran up the stairs and into the staff lounge. He swung open the refrigerator. Each item had a label.

"Paul take home, Paul take home, no, wait a second. That's the 8th grade stuff. Peachie take home - yeah, like she's going to - Paul, Paul, okay, that's it."

Balancing two boxes of donuts, a jug of chocolate milk, and some cookies, Paul cautiously maneuvered back to the door. The janitor was still there.

"Thank you, Mr. Rensalmon."

"Oh, don't mention it."

Paul dropped his load into the back of his truck. As he got ready to start the engine, he noticed that his phone was blinking.

2 New Messages.

"Hello, Paul? Mrs. Saxton called to ask if you could perhaps pick up Peter. And since you're there, we're out of bread and cereal. And also the pancake mix. And see if there's any pineapple for sale, would you? Thanks dear. Good bye."

"Okay, Mom." said Paul, "Bread, cereal, and pineapple if it's on sale. Why pineapple?"

The next call was Peter.

"Hey Paul. Uhh.. I guess you're supposed to take me home. So, well, I'm next to the bowling alley. Yeah."

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By the time Paul got out of the grocery store, it was 4:42. Then Paul remembered that the car clock was slow. He glanced at his phone. 6:01.

The phone rang.

"What?"

"Paul?"

"Hyeh"

"Are you dead?"

"I don't think so. Why?"

"Oh, just because I've been standing outside the bowling alley for an hour and 15 minutes, that's why!"

"I had to get groceries. And pineapple. Okay?"

"Just come now before I freeze my buns off." -click-

"Okay." said Paul, as he flipped the phone closed and got into the truck.

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Peter's phone rang. "Hello?"

"Where are you?"

"You're here?"

"Hyeh. I'm right in front of the bowling alley and I see nobody."

"I'm coming."

Peter gathered his stuff and walked to the door. George, the owner of the bowling alley, followed him out and locked the door. Peter threw his backpack into the bed of the truck and climbed in.

"What's in the bag asked Paul.

Peter opened the bag. It was filled with vibrantly colored bouncy balls. "I had a lot of time to burn."

"How many?"

"I spent about, um." Peter checked his wallet. "$18.00 to the quarter. George had to go to the back to get more quarters to exchange."

"He seems to be nice."

"Yeah. He's a good employer. You know, he is looking for another-"

"I know." interrupted Paul. "but I have classes at LVC then."

Paul drove out into the main road. There were few cars on the road, and most were heading home. Fortunately for Paul, most people's homes were in the opposite direction of his. "There's a shortcut to get to your house, right Peter?"

"Oh yeah. Just at the next light there's a Safeway. You can't see it from here; the signage is bad." he quickly clarified, "but it's right around the corner."

Peter pulled out his cell phone and called home. "Hello? Yeah, well uh... about 45 minutes so. yeah, about 7:00. Yeah. Oh, hi mom. Yeah, about 7:00 OK? Yeah, yeah. Okay. 'Bye"

"Peter, there's no Safeway here. This is just the movie theater."

"How did you get there?" Peter asked, He sighed and smacked his forehead. "You went left at the signal. Why did you do that? When I said 'right around the corner' I meant 'right around the corner'. See right there?" Peter pointed across the street at the glowing sign that read "Safeway".

"Ahh buh." said Paul as he swung the car around. "What's that smell?"

Increasingly, the car was filled with the horrible smell of rotten eggs. "It's coming from the air vents." said Peter, attempting to cover his nose with a tissue. "What did you do to your air conditioner?" Paul snapped the vents shut and turned off the fans. Peter rolled down his window to get rid of the fumes, "No mas. No mas. Okay, go down there, and turn right."

Paul complied. "Now go left at Hemingway. You'll see it soon at the corner with the pancake house."

"Right here?"

"Yes, now turn left and keep going until Hill Street."

By now, the buildings and sidewalks had faded away, and the road was surrounded by large quiet fields. The road was empty.

"Turn left after the bridge."

"Hyeh."

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"Hey Peter, smack the dashboard. I need to check the gas." Soon after he had bought the truck, Paul had noticed that the gas gauge wouldn't always work. Generally, hitting the dashboard would fix it temporarily, a tactic Paul learned after twice running out of gas on the busy highway.


Peter slapped the dashboard with all his might. Most of the force seemed to go into the glove box, which opened unexpectedly and smashed Peter over his knees. It just so happened that Peter had bruised that spot while playing on the high school soccer team the day before. "ssss...ah." gasped Peter. Recovering somewhat, he turned to Paul. "How much?"

" Hyeh. I didn't see. " said Paul. Between laughing at Peter's pained expression, and narrowly avoiding a startled jackrabbit, he had forgotten to look at the gauges. "Why are you looking at me like that?"


"Oh, just because I went through all that pain to get the gauge working and you missed it. Maybe that's why." said Peter sarcastically, his voice slowly rising, "Demasiado! De-ma-siado!" Without thinking, he pounded on the dashboard for emphasis. The glove box dutifully reopened and hit him as before.

This time, Paul checked the gauge. His laughter ceased, and he turned to Peter with a large grin on his face.

"What?"

"We're out of gas."

Predictably, the truck ground to a stop.

"How can you run out of gas?" asked Peter as they climbed out. "You have a huge tank."

"I can't fill the tank with gas so expensive."


Peter and Paul stood silent for a moment in the cold December air. "So, well, what are we supposed to do now?" asked Peter, "Will your mom come and pick us up?"


Paul shook his head. "She'll just laugh. 'You ran out of gas? hahaha. what? no. I'm not going out there. Push the truck to the gas station you idiot.' "

"So what do we do now?"

Paul raised one eyebrow and smiled his innocent smile. "We push the car."

"Gahhh..."

"Buck up, young laddie. It's not that hard. See?" Paul reached through the truck into the regurgitated contents of the glove box. He eventually pulled out a map and shook it open with a flourish. "There's a gas station in about three miles. And this truck's easy to pull. Really. Light as a feather..." Paul slipped the truck into neutral before folding the map incorrectly. "You just hold it," throwing the map into the back, he slammed the door and held the handle "...like this and just walk. The truck will move with your every step."

Peter watched the stirring demonstration skeptically. "Then how come I don't see any movement?"

"It moves. It just moves... slowly. Grab on. Okay, now push. Push. See?" Paul rolled the window down and began to use the door and its handle to move the truck.


"See what? If you're seeing any movement, you're hallucinating."

"You just don't see things like I see them." Paul let go of the truck and struck a dramatic pose. "I see images in the sky. I-"

"Yeah. You know what would be useful? Seeing where we're going."

"Hyeh. Here, I have flashlights in the back. My brother might have taken them... no. We're in luck. There's two left. Here, catch."

Peter caught the flashlight and fumbled with the switch. The bright light flickered on... and died. "It's not working."

"Oh. The batteries are probably dead."

"Great. Just great."

Paul moved back into position and turned on his flashlight. "This one's working." He swung the light forward. Reflectors in the road glared back at him; each one a little higher that the last. "That's a pretty big hill."

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By the time they reached the top, Peter and Paul were exhausted. They looked down the hill to where they had started, and leaned their backs against the bed of the truck. "Well, we got here." panted Peter, "How long do you think the rest of it will take?"

"A half an hour at the longest. After this it's mainly-"


He was interrupted by the noise of an object slamming into the bed of the truck. The already precariously positioned vehicle lurched forward and began rolling down the hill.

"Whoa! What was that?"

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Posted 23 August 2008 - 12:28 PM

WOW :saavy: That is REALLY good!!!! When does chapter 2 come?!
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Posted 23 August 2008 - 04:20 PM

I'll claim this as a birthday present, just a little early. I like it, keep it up!!
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