I haven’t posted new stories in 8 days. I know.
I’ve been really busy and tired due to work and holidays-related things, so I’ve decided to go on a short hiatus.
I will be back with regular, daily stories on Monday, January 4th. I hope to be ready with the last few parts that “The Quest” will need in order to be concluded.
This should also help me “refill my inspiration cup”, as that has been running close to empty, lately.
In the meantime, the archives are there, and I’ve gotten very few ratings or comments. Both of these tend to be very good motivation for me, and in the case of comments, could very well trigger my inspiration for further stories.
Thanks for reading, I’ll be back on Jan. 4th!
It was a daring and dangerous escape. Seriously, you should have been there. Truly spectacular. Even the Prince helped!
Once they got out of the dungeon, they found that they were, quite literally, nowhere.
“That’s what happens when you cross the Bridge to Nowhere,” said a mysterious voice.
“But, that pile of straw is in the cell, with us!”
“Shut up, loser. They want us alive, otherwise they would have killed us already. Once they see the fire, they’ll have to let us out. Then we can make our move!”
“Which would be?”
“Getting out of here, dummy!”
They put her in a cell with that loser, Prince Charming, who she’d come to rescue.
Before the irony became too much to bear, she said, “hand me that spoon.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’ll use that spoon to reflect that beam of sunlight onto that pile of straw.”
When she came to, she was in a cell, in some dank dungeon.
“Damn,” she muttered, under her breath.
“Thank heavens, you’re awake! But if you’re in here with me, how are we going to get out of here? I’ve been stuck here for weeks, and there’s no way out!”
She knew she had to get to The Other Side, but had no idea what she would find there.
This was, literally, Nowhere. It even said so on the sign.
Even the ground seemed immaterial. People she’d meet weren’t quite there.
Suddenly, something immaterial hit her and knocked her out.
She gave her last scrap of food (chicken bone with bits of meat still left on it) to the fifty-sixth gnome she came across, who let her pass.
And then the fifty-seventh gnome blocked her way.
So she punched him in the face and hurried on.
No more gnomes appeared.
“But before you cross, listen to me!”
“Oh, boy, what now?”
“Crossing the bridge won’t be easy. Hope you brought plenty of food.”
“Is it a long journey?”
“No, but every few minutes, a gnome will stop you and ask for something to eat. Better give them something than argue.”
“Before you can cross the Bridge to Nowhere, you must choose a destination!”
She would have to make her choice soon, lest her Prince Charming die in the clutches of the evil Fly-Dragon.
“For my destination, I choose… The Other Side!”
The keeper paused momentarily.
“You may pass.”
Billy loved to play hide and seek with his shadow.
He used to lose all the time, because his shadow would always find him again when he’d walk into the light, but Billy wised up, and beat his shadow by staying in the shade.
On overcast days, Billy was lonely.