Into (Not) Narnia

If you’re a regular reader, you noticed I skipped Monday.  I was helping my brother and his wife move from Alexandria to Fairfax.  And they have a lot of stuff.  Of course, moving is never easy (or cheap), that’s why people have family and friends.

Okay, so, last time (if you remember), Monty stole our hero and ran off with him through a tree.  Now, Ben must discover the secret, if he wants to follow them.

Ben paced around the tree, glaring at it.  He tapped its bark with his knuckles.  He leaned against the trunk.

The tree remained resolutely a tree.  Not a doorway.

Ben kicked the tree.

The goblins snickered.

“Shut up.”  Ben massaged his toes.

“Break Somefing?”

“At least I’m not frozen.”  Ben licked his finger and stuck it into the goblin’s ear.  “How’d Monty open the tree?”

The goblin remained silent.

Ben tapped his lip with a finger.  “If I were a wizard…”

“Best do it at a run.”  The goblin’s joints creaked as he stretched his shoulders and rolled his neck.  He grinned.  “If you’re scared.”

Without looking at the goblin, Ben rolled his eyes.  “This isn’t Platform Nine and Three Quarters.”

“It’s no wardrobe, neither.”  The goblin wrapped Ben in a tight embrace, locking its wrists around his chest.

“Hey!”  Ben struggled.  He twisted.  He slammed the goblin into the tree.

The goblin grunted but maintained its grip.

Ben stomped on his foot.

The goblin howled in Ben’s ear.

Ben slammed them against the tree again.

The goblin bit Ben’s ear.

Ben shrieked.  He drove them backward into the tree trunk.  “Open, damn you!”

They toppled to the ground.

Ben stared up at blackness.  The darkness of the tree’s interior engulfed his vision.

The goblin scrambled away from Ben.  “We’re trapped between worlds!”  It staggered to its feet and stumbled around, searching for a way out.

Ben scratched his head.  “But how’d we get here?”

The goblin shuffled its feet along the ground.  “Don’t care.  I want out.”

“How can we–?”

The goblin grabbed Ben by the shirt and lifted him off the ground.  “You opened it.  Open it again.”

“I don’t even know what I did.”  Ben’s wide eyes searched the ebony interior for a hint of the goblin’s face.

The goblin pressed a blade into Ben’s gut.  “Open it or I’ll open you.”

Sweat beaded on Ben’s forehead.  He gulped.  “How’s Monty usually do it?”

“He’s a wizard.  He’s got a magic bean or something.  How should I know.”  The goblin pushed the tip of the blade harder against Ben’s stomach.

“You’ve never entered alone?”

The goblin shook its head.

“Did you just shake your head?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, just tell me next time, I can’t see you.”

“Really?  Huh.  You humans really have terrible night vision.”

“There’s no light to see by.”  Ben scratched his head.  “You can see in the dark?”

“I thought everyone could.”

Ben bit his lip.  “Maybe there is a way out.”

So, what do you think will happen?  What do you want to happen?  Was it too short?  Too long?  Too unfunny?

Yep, that’s right.  I’m soliciting comments and suggestions.  I may even use them.  No matter how wacky, zany, nerdy, or weird.  No matter how serious, fanciful, or sci-fi.  It’s a choose your own adventure.  You choose what happens next.

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About bkreuch

I like to read, I like to write, and I like to make people laugh.
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