Daily Archives: July 17, 2013

The Adventures of Mike and SJ


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…

I feel like I hamburger exploded inside my head. Where am I? I can’t see a thing. augawip2 007

Oh wait, the Dungeon. Something weird must have happened…

Ouch!  Oh man… feels like I left my brain on the floor as I’m sitting up.  It’s blacker than SJ’s tempers in here – can’t see a freaking thing. Maybe I can use my cell to see a little bit. Oh wait, I have a text. It is from Jack. It says to get to “get the *bleep* outta there!”

Maybe we should. I’m going to try to stand. Why is this part of the floor so soft? Oh wait, I’m standing on SJ.  Urg – she won’t like that.  Or my muddy footprint on her back. But I need to get her up and outta here, I don’t know what is going on, but I have a feeling we might be in trouble again. Oh man, she sounds worse than I do. I hope-

Wait, what’s that? People are heading down the stairs towards us. This can’t be good. I’m going to take SJ and head deeper into this tunnel. Maybe there is another way out.

Huh, what is this doorway?  It wasn’t here before.  Was it?  Nah – think even I’d have noticed something like this – I don’t really have a choice, I have to take her this way.  Uhhh – heave ho!  Oh man – WHAT has she been eating?  She weighs a ton!  Must have lead bones…

What is that light up ahead? It looks like that Orb. Not only is it glowing.. .it’s floating! Well we’ve seen stranger, right SJ? Come on we have to follow that light, at least it will help us see, although I don’t like any of this. Those footsteps are still coming. I think we are in trouble.  Again. Why does this always happen to us?



Huh? Whassup – ow… My head… oooo my back… feels like my spine has been majorly redesigned – and not in an improving sort’ve way.   Ahh… I’m floating – in a – jerky sort’ve way-

Mike!  Hey – put me down. I’m not a sack of spuds – and you’re no fireman. Why did you sling me over your shoulder? Yeah – well I’m awake now, so you can stop moaning about how heavy I am and put me down. Thank you – that’s better… I think.

Where are we?  Hm – I gathered we were still under the castle. It being dark, narrow, muddy and stinky sort’ve gave it away. But, where – exactly? I mean – I’ve got the Guide Book, here. And there’s nothing about this underground passageway in it. Or that crypt we were in when everything went blank…

Orb?  Ha, ha… You and your yank humour. What say you that we find a way to the surface & get ourselves a nice cup of tea before we head back home? People – after us?

There!  What did I tell you – trying to pass yourself off as an OAP! It was bound to get us in trouble. Spect the Security guys are after us to get us to pay the full fee.  Oh – hang on, Mike.

That’s my mobile…

Hallo? Oh – Miss Snodgrass! I’m sooo sorry! You see, I’ve got this friend staying with me from the States… And what with all the excitement, I clean forgot about our appointment and-

Where are we now? Hm… Good question. When I know, I’ll let you know, ha ha… Excuse me? ‘Demand to know?’ Just a minute Miss Snodgrass – you might be my therapist, but I don’t see how that gives you the right to yell at me! As soon as I can, I’ll get back to you and reschedule… What d’you mean, you’re sitting outside my house right now – so you know I’m not there? That’s outrageous-

Mike! Give me back my phone – I was just about to tell her where to go – checking up on me like that. What a nerve! Hmm? Well, it is a good phone… but you’re right – there shouldn’t be any kind of signal down here. And… she did sound really, really clear. So… d’you think that maybe… she isn’t a therapist?

Yeah… maybe you’re right. We should keep going. Before they catch up with us. And – Mike? Um… could you hold my hand. Please? Just in case the other torch goes out, as well…