Day: May 20, 2009

Note from PAD: Our contributors seem to be feeling their oats. The previous installment was 800 words and Allyn seems to have gone insane and produced over 2400. I’m being flexible about the length, but guys, seriously…feel free to stay within the recommended lengths.

“If you hear the sound of a slash,” Edwood said, passion nearly inflecting his voice “Run!”

No sooner had the last echo of his murmur faded then the darkness of the dismal yet infused with magic forest was slashed with a blood curdling SLASH!

Jakob bounded deep into the dark woods, focused as he was on Edwood’s advice to flee. His ears perked up, though, and he heard behind him SLASH, then SLASH again, and finally he heard a voice, deep and menacing, that chanted “Santora! Santora!”

What was this strange word? Jakob wondered. Was it Spanish? It sounded Spanish. He thought about a cute redhead he had seen in Spanish class many years ago. She had legs that went on forever, and her eyes were so deep and green he thought he might have been able to see infinity in them.

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The ferret skittered past the wailing orphans littering the street and between the wheels of the speeding ambulance with preternaturally unrodent grace and charged the double doors of Prescott’s Ascott’s Ford’s Theater and House of Flapjacks. Jakob resumed his true form and pushed through the double doors with more haste and less cool than he would have liked, regretting not having morphed into a fleeter form.

As he had hoped — make that feared, he amended mentally — Edwood had stumbled into a trap. The undeniably cool vampire for whom Bela had left him stood mesmerized in the recently renovated yet nostalgic lobby of the movie theatre çûm car dealership çûm flapjack house (Jakob smirked as he always did when he worked dirty-sounding words into his internal monologs) staring into a mesmerizing montage of movie images even more dazzling than his sequined jacket. An apprentice wizard, disguised as a bored usher, held a sharpened and butter-slicked wooden wand over Edwood’s heart while the other usher çûm wizard (did it again) drew back his cell phone like a Nokian mallet, ready to drive the stake home.

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