*Author’s note: This story is a part-two. If you would like to read part-one click here.
Stumbling out the door, he noticed blearily, that he was missing his pen. Slamming the door shut Robbie stepped back, waiting. Shrieks filled the night from behind the door. He glanced over at Mike holding up his empty hands.
“Run!” Mike shouted, knowing that without a pen they had no power against the beast. Robbie tried to protest but his tongue, a salty toad, felt too large in his mouth to form any words. He let out a sigh and trudged behind Mike, barely keeping up.
“Where are we?” Mike shouted back at Robbie.
“I have no idea.” he managed to choke out. That was a lie. He knew where they were, at least he was pretty sure. When he had written “AND THEN A DOOR APPEARED” on the wall in the hallway, a picture of his fictitious world flashed in his mind. Mike was not going to be happy. Robbie continued to run several legs behind his friend as they weaved in and out of the trees. He could barely see, the thick canopy hardly letting any moon light through. Robbie, thoughts racing, tried to pinpoint where they were. Nothing looked familiar, and why would it? He had never seen the place before, only in his mind’s eye. But this was his world, only existing because he wrote it into being. Robbie stopped, his mouth dry, he needed water.
“Why are you stopping?” Mike jogged over to where Robbie was now leaning against a tree, supporting his heavy body.
Mike shut his eyes. There was no more shrieking. Nothing but the distant trickling of water punctured the silent darkness.
“A creek.” Robbie pushed off the tree, forcing himself to move toward the noise. The Creek of the Silver Trees. If they could follow it north they would find refuge. Mike trailed behind now, letting Robbie lead. As they got closer the trees started to thin, allowing more light to seep though. 20 paces ahead lay a stream, bubbling loudly now. The boys quickened their stride, falling on their knees at the grassy creek-side. Mike plunged his head right in, taking large dregs of the cold liquid. Robbie drank from his hand, eyes searching the trees. The Silver Trees was a fairly peaceful forest but there was always reason to stay alert.
“We should rest here. It will be light soon,” Robbie said matter-of-factually. Mike nodded. He was glad Mike trusted him, no questions. They both picked trees and sat back. Robbie let Mike sleep, even though he felt like dropping dead himself but only he knew what to look out for.
As the sun rose Robbie sucked in air sharply, stunned by the sight. The sun’s rays bounced off the leaves of the trees, bright silver reflections cascaded through the forest as if it were filled with thousands of tiny mirrors. Mike awoke, light shining in his face.
“Dude, where are we?”
“Mike, welcome to Erdő.”
Submitted for Finish that Thought #3-1
Our Prompt: (anything in brackets can be changed)
Stumbling out of the [pub/concert/etc], [s]he noticed blearily that [s]he was missing [at least one shoe/her(his) favorite hat/an arm etc].
SPECIAL CHALLENGE from the judge is:
Include any of the following words: toad, The Sopranos, fish tank, salt, supernatural. Bonus points if you manage to use ’em all! 🙂
I didn’t place but the judge did have some nice words to say.
“I gotta say, this is the first time I’ve ever read a tongue being described as a salty toad – bravo! Very nice SCiFi/Fantasy type story, with brilliant descriptions. I love the idea of someone’s written word becoming a reality. Still wondering what the pen was used against – I want to know!!” — Sheba AJ