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Well, what did you think? I couldn't help myself. Things will cool down
for a bit for all of those "Eeew, cooties!!" people. Here it is! (And
Rhia, who does this remind you of? Think lunch and the tall annoying one.)
Night enveloped the two lovers. They lay close together and talked about everything that came to mind. "So you grew up in California?" Alex questioned, one of his dark eyebrows arching up in a smooth arc. "Yea, in this little town called Foster City. It was by the coast. Most of my friends are there." Alex looked at her, his eyes full of questions. He wanted to know everything about Rhia that he could. "We lived there for seventeen years, but then my dad got laid off. The only job he could find that he liked was here, so we moved. We have a better condo here anyway." She looked down through the bamboo bars of the cage at the forest floor below them. Alex could tell that she was sad, but he couldn't be. If she hadn't moved, none of this would have happened.
"Well, things could be worse." He stated, trying to cheer her up. His efforts were futile, however. "Oh, yea?" Rhia inquired bitterly. "We are prisoners. Slaves. How could that be worse? I almost forgot. WE'RE IN ANOTHER WORLD!!!" Alex rubbed her shoulder comfortingly. "We'll find a way out, I promise. And besides, we could be alone." She sighed, "I suppose you're right. But what do we do? They post constant patrols." Rhia was referring to the goblins who, even as they spoke, were marching around with their spears in hand.
"Give it some time." Alex replied, "We'll let them make the mistake. When they do, we will run away and find the portal back into our world. Until then, let's rest up so we have strength." Rhia looked up at him with trust and confidence. "Sounds like a plan to me. Good night." Alex kissed her on the cheek in response, and closed his eyes.
FLASH!!
He had finally made it to the living room. Carefully dodging the lamp and chair, he made his way to the sofa. On it lay his "father". This nightmare of a man resembled his son, but in looks alone. Ever since he was a little kid, he had seen this man beating on his mother until she cried. Afterwards, he would stalk off to the bar a few blocks away and return again to repeat the process. On top of that, a leather belt often fell across his sons back in one of his drunken tantrums. Huge red welts were left from this horrifying child abuse. This man was only a father biologically.
Yes, I know it is short!!! But it is still good, isn't it? If that is the case, then its length doesn't matter, right? Oh, whatever. REVIEW!!!!
Night enveloped the two lovers. They lay close together and talked about everything that came to mind. "So you grew up in California?" Alex questioned, one of his dark eyebrows arching up in a smooth arc. "Yea, in this little town called Foster City. It was by the coast. Most of my friends are there." Alex looked at her, his eyes full of questions. He wanted to know everything about Rhia that he could. "We lived there for seventeen years, but then my dad got laid off. The only job he could find that he liked was here, so we moved. We have a better condo here anyway." She looked down through the bamboo bars of the cage at the forest floor below them. Alex could tell that she was sad, but he couldn't be. If she hadn't moved, none of this would have happened.
"Well, things could be worse." He stated, trying to cheer her up. His efforts were futile, however. "Oh, yea?" Rhia inquired bitterly. "We are prisoners. Slaves. How could that be worse? I almost forgot. WE'RE IN ANOTHER WORLD!!!" Alex rubbed her shoulder comfortingly. "We'll find a way out, I promise. And besides, we could be alone." She sighed, "I suppose you're right. But what do we do? They post constant patrols." Rhia was referring to the goblins who, even as they spoke, were marching around with their spears in hand.
"Give it some time." Alex replied, "We'll let them make the mistake. When they do, we will run away and find the portal back into our world. Until then, let's rest up so we have strength." Rhia looked up at him with trust and confidence. "Sounds like a plan to me. Good night." Alex kissed her on the cheek in response, and closed his eyes.
FLASH!!
He had finally made it to the living room. Carefully dodging the lamp and chair, he made his way to the sofa. On it lay his "father". This nightmare of a man resembled his son, but in looks alone. Ever since he was a little kid, he had seen this man beating on his mother until she cried. Afterwards, he would stalk off to the bar a few blocks away and return again to repeat the process. On top of that, a leather belt often fell across his sons back in one of his drunken tantrums. Huge red welts were left from this horrifying child abuse. This man was only a father biologically.
Yes, I know it is short!!! But it is still good, isn't it? If that is the case, then its length doesn't matter, right? Oh, whatever. REVIEW!!!!