Well, I'm not sure any of you remember, but in my Christmas post I started a story and said that I'd write more on it. So here's more:
The next morning Dan wasn't quite sure if the previous night had been a dream, or whether or not it had been a figment of his imagination, or the third and probably worst for him, it had been real. Either way his head was throbbing from the moment he woke up, so he knew that the hangover was at least real. He got up and went to his kitchen to find something to eat. After downing a large glass of water, a couple Tylenols, and eating several pop tarts, his head was beginning to clear. Mostly because of the water and medicine, not because of the pop tarts. But anyways, as his head cleared he slowly began to remember the previous night, all that had been discussed, and that he had signed on as an agent in a special organization he did not yet understand. Then he remembered that he was leaving this morning for training for his new job, so he hurriedly went and got dressed and threw some clothes and other items into a bag he could easily carry. It was just in time to, for barely a minute after he finished, the doorbell rang. He heaved the bag onto his shoulder, and went and answered the door. The muscular man, and the Beatles man, were both outside the door. He remembered that the muscular man's name was Rick, but he couldn't for the life of him remember much about the other man, except that he didn't talk much.
"Hi Dan." Rick said. "You can let him take your bag." he said indicating the Beatles man. Dan handed over his luggage. "Let's be off then." And with that Rick strode right across the lawn of Dan's stately suburban manor and got into a sleek black car that was parked in the street. Dan followed. He sat in the back with the Beatles man, while Rick drove.
"So, uh, I don't exactly recall where we're going." Dan said shakily as they drove off.
"We're going to the main base of our secret organization." Rick replied.
"And where's that?" asked Dan.
"It's basically where we all live and hang out when not on a mission." Replied Rick evasively.
"And where do you all live?" Dan asked, starting to get annoyed.
"We all live in a Yellow Submarine!" replied the Beatles man.
"You can't be serious?!" exclaimed Dan in exasperation.
"Oh, he certainly is." Rick said with a chuckle, as the car accelerated onto the highway.
-To be continued.
If any of you missed the first episode, it's here: http://highlandsage.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-post.html
So long, and thanks for all the fish!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
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5 comments:
Fun story... how many parts is this story going to be?
I'm expecting it to be a never ending story. though there probably will be lulls in the action.
What were you on when you wrote this? And you, Celular! You should be ashamed of yourself, whoever you are!
i was on um, high altidude and the Beatles. Pretty good combination if you ask me...
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