Cocoa Tales: Episode Zero 2
Woah. Okay, what just happened?
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Faber and Floyd, Jessica and The Sandman, and even my sometime buddy Harry all lowered themselves in to the lawn and quite literally sat on their hands. They sat silently staring at me, not moving, not saying anything. Really? It’s come to this? They didn’t respond.
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On his knees in a room with a drain in the floor, Floyd turned a slow circle. Every wall was covered in bright red blood, still glistening in the light. Monty waited patiently as his prey took in the sights around him. He even smiled a bit as sweat began to build on Floyd’s brow. "Wow," Floyd muttered, "the Storyteller has taken it up a notch."
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Out of the mist stepped Floyd in black battle armor equipped with robotic legs, his face occluded by a reflective mask. He held a double-barreled shotgun and his voice, electronic through the mask, said, "It’s my story now, Teller."
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The line of black smoke lingered above the road, snaking in and around the city blocks of downtown Redding. It drifted slowly across the street, dividing traffic. The train pierced the line of smoke, splitting it as it rumbled through Redding. The source of the smoke stopped beside the jail, rumbled, sputtered and kept running for several seconds after Floyd turned the key off. "It may be a minute," he said as Smokey refused to die.
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Limping along the hallway between the cell of Cell Block ‘S’ I held a stitch in my side, sucking air. Well, I said between gasps, she got...away.
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The Sandman glanced down at Cocoa Tael who suddenly began wondering if resurrecting Nibbles was the best idea for her plans to kill someone. She wondered if her plan wasn’t foiled again by some outside force beyond her control. She wondered if that force really was beyond her control. It was. Because I say.
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And in a world of white still stuck in writer’s block, I was scratching my neck, Cocoa asleep at my feet, the Sandman sitting cross-legged with a cup of tea in his hand. I sighed and wondered what my muse was doing. Maybe she’s crying. She's probably not.
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Waiting a moment to be sure no one saw Cocoa, The Sandman stepped out of the car, rolled up the window and shut the door. He checked it to make sure it was locked, turned from it, and inhaled sharply in alarm when he saw me suddenly standing in front of him.
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Faber collapsed into an end table flipping a lamp into the air. It shattered against the wall raining glass down into the carpet. Face down on the floor again, Faber groaned, pressed one palm on the floor, then another. He then lifted his back legs and attempted to walk on all fours, stumbling as he did so.
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I glared at him and the sarcasm in his italic tone, and then I took a deep breath, shut my eyes and proudly said, He doesn’t fall victim to writer’s block, he forges through it with reckless abandon.
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