Episode 6 of The Adventures of Mike and SJ

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This thread started on a forum Mike and I shared, when we started playing off each other about this alternative/fantasy persona we each gave ourselves. Since then, we’ve started writing a novel together and Mike has had a number of books published as Michael D. Griffiths (The Chronicles of Jack Primus, Part I, The Chronicles of Jack Primus, Part II, Eternal Aftermath) while I’ve been busy rewriting several books and establishing my Creative Writing classes at Northbrook College. But though he writes horror and I write sci fi, when we get together, we write… differently! So I thought I’d put a slice of our combined madness on my blog…

Why did she have to mention Longshanks? That bastard killed Lwellyn Ap Griffiths and William Wallace, two of my favorite people in History. Did you hear about the time the English soldiers cut the tail off of Willaim Wallace’s horse, well he— Oh sorry Jack I forgot you were there. No, I don’t think we are in trouble. What are you talking about? We are just here on a holiday. Yes,we are in Chepstow.

chepstowShoot Jack told me to stay away from the castle and that he was heading to Wales. I better not tell SJ, she is barely holding it together as it is. Seeing Dahtoe sent her in a tizzy and now I feel bad. I wanted to come over here because I missed her so much, but I think our presence is bringing back some really bad memories for her. I hope she is okay.

Still, I’m a guy so I can’t tell her that… “Hurry up, we are going to be so late they will close the place down before we get there!”

—Typing on my phone now— This place is great! I love it here. Wales is the coolest. Hold on – Oh wow, this place has a dungeon!

“Come on SJ! It’s okay. I’m sure people come down here all the time – those DO NOT ENTER signs are probably for kids and… other folks, right?”

Wait, what is that light? It seems to be a glowing circle. It is right here on the wall. This is really strange!  My head feels all tingly. There’s the Orb! Where did that come from? I’m sure I didn’t pack it – did SJ go rootling around under those bin liners she’d stacked in the corner of the room and bring it along? Cos if she did, then she definitely could’ve afford somewhere better than that stinky old cupboard I’m sleeping in-

Hey… Look at that! Something is moving it, moving it towards the blinding light, like a key fits a lock.

Oh I feel faint. Maybe I should have listened to Jack, when he told me to come on back home…

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Mike? Mike – where are you? C’mon, this isn’t funny. You were the one who wanted to come down here in this smelly old dungeon. This hide and seek biz is just childish…

Ow! You’d think Health & Safety would do something about the height of these tunnels, wouldn’t you? I mean – I’m nearly bent double, augawip2 007creeping along in the gloom. Old Longshanks can’t spent much quality time down here, is all I can think…

Mike? Is that you? Oh… there you are- WHAT is going on with your hair? It’s whipping and thrashing around like a nest of snakes- and what is that? Floating just in front of you? It’s- oh no! It’s The Orb! One of the Crown Jewels. Hells teeth – Mike! This is no time to go all zoned out and waxy on me! Pull it together! If you’re found down here with THAT, they’ll fling the pair of us in a prison and throw away the key. Mike! Get your hair to do its thing and hide it, again… Please! Right. I don’t like doing this, but…

Ow! My hand! It’s like hitting a plank of wood, smacking your face… Please – you’ve got to make that Orb thing disappear back in your hair.

Oh no… it’s moving. Towards the swirling blue light in the far corner of this crypt. Mike? Hey, wait for me!

Ahh! My leg! Tripped over a boulder or something in the dark. Stupid lumps of stone and whatnot down here. You’d think they’d keep it tidy. Someone should sue…

Mike? Hey, I’m here. Got your hand, now. Maybe… we shouldn’t be going towards the light. It’s… very bright…

Mike – what’s that? What’re you whispering, buddy? Hey – what’s that – tears rolling down your face… and they’re wax! Leave? I’m not leaving – it’s ok… No – it’s not dark. It’s light, Mike. No, it’s not darken, Mike – it’s bright… too blinding… Mike – don’t let go! Don’t… Ahhhh!

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