Neverending Story

[she_is_my_addiction]

Okay here's the first part:

The mountains were new to me, something alien and frightening.The peak of Mount Rainier was visible from my kitchen window, unless I lowered the venetian blinds three quarters of the way down. My childhood and teenage years had hardened me against showing too much emotion, so no one, least of all my lover knew why the mountains scared the shit out of me.

...the next post should be a continuation of the story I've started. It can be funny, serious, stupid, romantic, etc. anything goes, but it has to tie in somehow with the previous section.

 

[SnoopDog]

Okay here's the first part:

The mountains were new to me, something alien and frightening.The peak of Mount Rainier was visible from my kitchen window, unless I lowered the venetian blinds three quarters of the way down. My childhood and teenage years had hardened me against showing too much emotion, so no one, least of all my lover knew why the mountains scared the shit out of me.

...the next post should be a continuation of the story I've started. It can be funny, serious, stupid, romantic, etc. anything goes, but it has to tie in somehow with the previous section.

As I had a long lasting look at the snow-covered peak my memory took me back to that certain year, a year that would always bring a sharp pain to my brain. As my fingertips could once again feel the cold snow on that grey winter day my mind tried to block out the harsh but clear past. Cold shivers down my spine, followed by trembling legs.
Only the creaking of the front door saved me from submitting to the haunting past and falling into the darkness of a daydream.

I shook off the memories and tunred. There he was.

Snoopy

 

[Evil Alpaca]

As I had a long lasting look at the snow-covered peak my memory took me back to that certain year, a year that would always bring a sharp pain to my brain. As my fingertips could once again feel the cold snow on that grey winter day my mind tried to block out the harsh but clear past. Cold shivers down my spine, followed by trembling legs.
Only the creaking of the front door saved me from submitting to the haunting past and falling into the darkness of a daydream.

I shook off the memories and tunred. There he was.

It was him . . . It was the Masked Monkey!

It all went back to that weekend in Tierra Del Fuego when I was engaged in my quest to find the ancient relic, the Jade Banana. My father, a well known archeologist named Juan Guapnatio, thought it best that I take a greater interest in the family business, so had brought me along on his latest adventure.

(Next!)

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

bump, dammit

 

[Songcatcher]

bump, dammit

bump

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

bump

 

[SnoopDog]

I'd go on, but the last part was by me.....AND the Alpaca.



Snoopy

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

I'd go on, but the last part was by me.....AND the Alpaca.



Snoopy

lol i know. i'm trying to get more people interested *sigh*

 

[entitled]

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It was him . . . It was the Masked Monkey!

It all went back to that weekend in Tierra Del Fuego when I was engaged in my quest to find the ancient relic, the Jade Banana. My father, a well known archeologist named Juan Guapnatio, thought it best that I take a greater interest in the family business, so had brought me along on his latest adventure.

(Next!)

(All right, all right...)

It was there, in the marketplace, that I saw him the first time. He was swinging from a tile roof, his tail curled tightly around the biggest damned mango I'd ever seen. And I was hungry. I had to have that mango.

 

[cheerful_deviant]

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(All right, all right...)

It was there, in the marketplace, that I saw him the first time. He was swinging from a tile roof, his tail curled tightly around the biggest damned mango I'd ever seen. And I was hungry. I had to have that mango.

That mango would go great with this drink.

I was sitting across the street from the National Museum of History doing ‘research‘, as my father liked to call it. What I was really doing was casing the place in preparation for one of our little ‘expeditions‘. You see, although my father liked to call himself a famous archeologist… thief, grave robber and smuggler of antiquities all would have been closer to the truth. It’s tough to say you’re doing legitimate archeological research and exploration when the items you are taking are already being studied in a museum by somebody else who actually has some kind of accreditation.

As I sat sipping on my Grande sized Double Raspberry Mocha Mint Veggie Latte (with just a hint of cinnamon) my eyes roamed the sidewalk and front steps of the Museum across the way. Seeing nothing but the usual collections of locals and a smattering of tourists in tacky clothes, my eyes wandered back to the monkey with the mango.

Suddenly I became aware of a presence next to me and I heard someone softly clear their throat as a way to attract my attention. Trying to be cool and calm, I gave myself a count to three, sat down my drink and turned. I felt my heart stop, my breathing stopped, the traffic in the street seemed to stop and I think the birds even stopped singing. I couldn’t believe it, after all these years, it was really her.

 

[entitled]

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I couldn’t believe it, after all these years, it was really her.

"Maggie!"

She smiled, her eyes lowering shyly to her folded hands. My gaze followed hers. Perfect hands - smooth and silky-looking, with long, slender fingers, perfectly manicured nails. Something about them bothered me.

"I finally came out of Nowhereland." Her voice was low and dusky. It was almost as if she were sharing a dark secret. "I left the Beast behind."

The memories came flooding back. She had taken me to this 'Nowhereland' once. It was a land of fantasies, where every whim was granted if you were willing to work for it a little. We rode on a giant spotted Beast, though I was sure he hadn't taken a fancy to me. A shame. He would have been an interesting specimen for our current client.

"You came to find me?" I asked.

She shook her head, fiery curls sliding over deeply tanned shoulders. "I came for the same thing you did. The Jade Banana."

She rose to her feet, pausing to run her long fingernails over my beard-roughened cheek, then swayed away. That short blue dress accentuated the sway of her hips. The curve of her calves was pronounced, courtesy of the tall heels she wore. I watched her until she disappeared into the crowd. Only then did I realize - it was her fingernails. That's what was wrong. She had dirt caked around and beneath her otherwise perfectly groomed fingernails.

 

[SnoopDog]

So does this mean, my version sucked? Because I was thefirst to continue the story but people ignored.

Snoopy

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

So does this mean, my version sucked? Because I was thefirst to continue the story but people ignored.

Snoopy

personally i loved your version