Chain Fiction 12

Anyone remember this?

Here’s the link to Part One: http://matt-boothman.livejournal.com/8136.html?mode=reply

And here’s the last link: http://gareththinks.blogspot.com/2007/12/chain-flic-11.html

Here’s where we left off if you can’t be bothered to read all the others: …It was around about then that i first created my world of escape, and a little town i called London, and Gareth and Wil and Matt and Reda and Lucy and Luke. And i made them all write stories about me.

Part 12: 

About how miserable I was without him. I imagined myself being read, my story being passed around like my college friends with a magazine.

Jack… His sherbet sweet lips would taste of vomit to me now, contaminated by the stench, all because one puffed up piper misses my childhood. What he really misses is watching me grow up in front of his cruel blank stare.

Five years passed in mourning and hatred of our very own pied piper before the knock at my door. I’d just lost my job as a gerkin remover and I felt I deserved the extra sleep. It was 11 in the morning. But it was unusually overcast and the wind was whistling as if I were in an antarctic cave. Four soft strokes padded against the door. I ignored it pulling my dirt-ridden duvet closer to my unshowered body. Paying the rent could wait. Suddenly, I felt the room darken. My eyes opened confirming the darkness. Then the door flew open and the wind grew fierce cold wind. I shivered and a luminous green light flashed onto my back. Then an oozing whisper.

“Why did you leave? Go back. Go back…”

“Jack?”

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