In the absence of anything else to post today, I bring you Shirtless Adventures In Mystery Land, Part 1
The man walked slowly, and shirtlessly, down the dark street, shivering in the cold. He rubbed his well muscled arms to warm them, and wished he was wearing more than a pair of track pants slung low on his hips.
His name was Joshua Rogers and he'd been drifting for a while now, unsure of what to do with his life. Hopping from place to place, usually staying just one night to get some rest and then moving on to the next small town.
He'd been in this one for almost a week. A hole-in-the-wall place, hardly any population to speak of, and the people he had encountered weren't all that friendly. The type who didn't take kindly to strangers. And yet somehow, he couldn't bring himself to leave.
Arriving back at the cheap-ass motel at which he'd been staying for the past three days, Joshua crawled shirtlessly into bed and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
Joshua woke slowly. Running a hand through his thick, dark hair he scanned the room, squinting in the pale dawn light, trying to figure out what exactly seemed wrong.
That was it. There was a light glowing under the closet door. Which was really odd because the room didn't have a closet.
Joshua climbed shirtlessly out of bed and moved toward the mysterious new closet. He was a tall man, and usually quite brave, but now he was feeling nervous. Telling himself it was probably a harmless dream, he grabbed the handle and pulled the door open.
Joshua took a step forward and tripped into the bright light, rolling as he fell, landing on his back on what felt suspiciously like grass. In a closet, that hadn't existed.
Propping himself up on his elbows Joshua stared in wonder at the three naked figures hovering in the air before him. Beautiful faces, long flowing hair, incandescent wings...
"Is this Narnia?"
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Part 2 to come at some later date when I know exactly where I'm heading with this. And yes, I know shirtlessly is not an actual word, it's part of an ongoing story telling joke I have with a friend.
The man walked slowly, and shirtlessly, down the dark street, shivering in the cold. He rubbed his well muscled arms to warm them, and wished he was wearing more than a pair of track pants slung low on his hips.
His name was Joshua Rogers and he'd been drifting for a while now, unsure of what to do with his life. Hopping from place to place, usually staying just one night to get some rest and then moving on to the next small town.
He'd been in this one for almost a week. A hole-in-the-wall place, hardly any population to speak of, and the people he had encountered weren't all that friendly. The type who didn't take kindly to strangers. And yet somehow, he couldn't bring himself to leave.
Arriving back at the cheap-ass motel at which he'd been staying for the past three days, Joshua crawled shirtlessly into bed and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
Joshua woke slowly. Running a hand through his thick, dark hair he scanned the room, squinting in the pale dawn light, trying to figure out what exactly seemed wrong.
That was it. There was a light glowing under the closet door. Which was really odd because the room didn't have a closet.
Joshua climbed shirtlessly out of bed and moved toward the mysterious new closet. He was a tall man, and usually quite brave, but now he was feeling nervous. Telling himself it was probably a harmless dream, he grabbed the handle and pulled the door open.
Joshua took a step forward and tripped into the bright light, rolling as he fell, landing on his back on what felt suspiciously like grass. In a closet, that hadn't existed.
Propping himself up on his elbows Joshua stared in wonder at the three naked figures hovering in the air before him. Beautiful faces, long flowing hair, incandescent wings...
"Is this Narnia?"
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Part 2 to come at some later date when I know exactly where I'm heading with this. And yes, I know shirtlessly is not an actual word, it's part of an ongoing story telling joke I have with a friend.
4 comments:
I will be watching and waiting for Part 2.
Narnia???
Narnia.........
TEC hopefully I won't keep you waiting too long.
Yay, shirtless adventures. These are my favorite kind. I miss our shirtless text-isodes.
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