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01 September 2018 @ 02:40 pm
Ideas from the Drunken Muse  
For those of you who don't Facebook . . .


"I'm going to have adventures, when I grow up." Exzy informed his unimpressed audience of older boys. "This is my wizard's coat."

"It's stupid. Even a girl wouldn't wear that." Stodie sneered. "Why don't you just get out of the way, else I'll send you on an adventure right now."

Exzy crossed his arms stubbornly. "Send away. Dad'll get you, if Mom doesn't get there first."

The boys laughed.

"Oooo! The brave adventurer is going to run to Mommy!" Farris grinned. "Hey, Larr, Can you open and close a gate before anyone notices?"

"No but I can be embarrassed, and surprised at how easy it was, and I closed it right away, sorry teacher."

Exzy pulled his dimensional bag out of his pocket, reaching in for the knife he wasn't supposed to bring to school. A grab and shove, and he was in the bag!

He could dimly hear laughter.

And Stodie. "Hey, if we stick the handles in that empty bottle, he won't be able to open them and get out, will he?"
The handles closed on their laughter. The darkness descended.

"Oh . . . Doodie!" Exzy got himself turned around and located the handles by feel. He pried at them, got them open a few inches, which gave him a view distorted view through green glass. "Oh, double doody! If I can't break the glass, I'll be stuck here until Mom or Dad come looking for me . . . and they're awful busy . . ."

I'm eight years old. I really wish I was magically precocious, like Dad. Or Aunt Q. But I'm going to have to get out of this the old fashioned way.

He shoved the handles out until they hit the glass, brought them almost together and slammed them open. Producing noting but a loud clank. He slammed then open and closed a few times, threw his weight against one side to try and topple the bottle . . .

Then the view through the glass swung around . . . Exzy closed the handles . . . Maybe they'll fall out . . . opened them wide and fell out himself.

Onto a grimy street . . . a narrow alley festooned with trash . . . and three hideous old people gawping at him.

"A Genie!" The man whose rags were topped with a filthy black coat peered at him.

The old woman held a green wine bottle upside down in one hand. Her other hand darted forward and grabbed him. "He's mine! I let him out! I get the three wishes!"

Uh oh. I think those idiots did open a dimensional gate and throw me through. I think . . . I'm about to have an adventure!

 
 
 
 
1stew1stew on September 1st, 2018 09:29 pm (UTC)
Hey about Amazon reviews
We have to do a better job of reviewing Pam's stuff. I saw a few up there that have single digits for reviews...That means some of us (I'm guilty to) aren't dropping a few lines on her works that were reading! Get to it peeps!
Love ya all,
Stew
(Anonymous) on September 2nd, 2018 03:16 pm (UTC)
You do have a story with Xen as a kid. Something about bandits and purple bunnies . . . I suppose Exzy's gotta live up to Dad!

Holly
matapampamuphoff on September 2nd, 2018 03:56 pm (UTC)
Going to drive Xen and Rael crazy.

"Do you have to keep showing him how to do things!!!!"

"Spikey, this kid needs to get competent _fast_! Because I can't stop him."