FTS – The Basket (part 6)

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I was invited to “Finish the Story” by Padre’s Ramblings.  So here it goes:

 

Teresa Grabs began the tale : What’s In The Basket?  

Evan and Dot woke early Easter morning, jumped out of their twin-sized beds and bolted for their bedroom door.

“Me first!” Evan said, ripping Dot’s hand off the door handle.

Dot scoffed and pulled Evan’s hand away from the door. “Nuh-uh, me first!”

In one swift motion, Evan grabbed Dot’s nightgown and pulled her to the ground. Even though they were twins, Evan had two inches and ten pounds on her. “NO! Me first!”

No sooner had he reached for the door, he began howling in pain as Dot’s teeth sank lower into his bare leg. “MOM!”

Mom and Dad rushed into their room. Evan’s face turned bright red as he spied Dad’s Superman boxers. Dad owned the situation and assumed Superman’s famous pose, glaring down at his daughter. “Dorthy Alice Cooper!”

“What have we said about biting?” Mom finished.

They were always finishing each other’s sentences. Especially when yelling at Evan or Dot.

Tears soaked Evan’s t-shirt more when Dot dug her nails into his butt when she stood.

“He started it!”

“Don’t you dare give me that, little Miss,” Mom said, wagging her finger. “You know what today is, don’t you?”

Dot nodded. “That’s why I wanted to be first.”

Evan’s eyes lit as he sneered at her. “You admit you started it. Oh my gosh! You are so going to get it!”

“Excuse me,” Dad said, gripping Evan on the shoulder. “Is that how we behave?”

Evan winced and shook his head.

“You two know what happens when little boys and girls have been mean to each other on Easter, don’t you?”

Dot and Evan looked at each other in horror. They knew alright. Everyone knew. They gulped and looked at Mom and Dad. “We’re sorry,” they said in unison.

Mom shook her head and looked at Dad who shrugged. “You know what’s going to happen if you don’t mean it. I think the Easter bunny left your basket in the living room.”

Evan and Dot bolted out the door and ran downstairs. Soon, shouts of “me first” and “you’re mean” filtered through the house. Mom sighed and Dad shrugged. “What can you do?”

Evan was the first to reach the Easter basket laden with goodies. There were eggs of all colors, chocolate coins, marshmallow bunnies, and rainbow-colored plastic grass. He slapped Dot’s hand away from his favorite colored egg and reached in to see if there was anything under the grass.

The room started spinning and all he could think of was to grab onto his sister for dear life, hoping she would save him and stop whatever was happening–she didn’t.

With a flash of light and deafening crack, Evan and Dot landed painfully on their bottoms.

Dot was the first to open her eyes. “Where are we?”


Part 2 by Di of Pensitivity101

‘You mean you don’t know?’ Evan demanded. ‘This is all your fault! I’m going to tell………… DAD!!!’
‘It’s no good calling for your parents, children.’ said a voice. ‘They can’t hear you down here.’
Rubbing her sore bottom, Dot stood up.
‘Where are you? It’s rude not to show yourself when you’re talking to somebody.’
The Smile appeared first, then big blue eyes followed by a furry face, an extraordinarily large tabby body and a forked tail.
‘The Cheshire Cat!’ Evan stated.
‘Not exactly. That’s in a parallel fairy tale, and as you can see ‘ it added waving its appendage, ‘ they got my tail completely wrong! Now then………..’
‘Oh no you don’t,’ said Dot bossily. ‘We want to know where we are and why we’re here. And where’s our basket?’
The Cat’s eyes flashed angrily, then it sighed.
‘Esther Bounie wants to meet you and……..’
‘Oh goody,’ Evan interrupted rubbing his hands in glee. ‘We get to meet the Easter Bunny for real. All that chocolate!!’
‘Er no. Esther might be a relation, but she is not the Easter Bunny at all, and certainly doesn’t like chocolate. She’s more of a ………….


Here’s Sadje’s Part:

askedimpatiently.

rabbit, isn’t it?”

” Well she is a rabbit but she is not friendly, she doesn’t like children, especially!” The cat was getting tired of this conversation and these spoiled children.

“If she doesn’t like children, why does she wants to meet us?” Evan felt that he should contribute to the conversation as well.

“She has a task. She puts sense into naughty and spoiled brats. And that description fits both of you, I believe” The words were barely out of the cat’s mouth when with a sudden whoosh an ugly looking hare appeared in the room. Both kids were startled and a bit afraid too. It looked mean and perhaps was angry too.

Dot clasped her brother’s hand and took a step back. She opened her mouth but no words came out!  Instead………..


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Dot belched.   Her brother jumped as if goosed.   The hare (which was much bigger than a rabbit and had gray mottled fur), bared its two huge front teeth in a gruesome caricature of a grin.   

“Better out than in!”  Esther (the hare) exclaimed!   “But what awful manners you have girlie!”

Dot’s eyes filled with tears.   She was good at rousing up a few crocodile tears if she felt threatened or afraid.   And to drum up a little sympathy. 

“PHOOEY!”  spat Esther.   “Your fake tears are worse than your manners!   And I’m magical so you think that crap will fool ME?”   

Dot, shocked to her core by the exposure, stopped trying to cry and shrank back behind her brother, grateful for once that he was bigger.    Evan didn’t appreciate becoming a human shield, particularly since there was an apparently rabid animal who was TALKING F*S!   

The big hare (aka Esther) seemed to puff up until she was gigantic.   The children truly felt fear for the first time in their lives, and a growing respect.   They didn’t know what either emotion was, so they didn’t get what was happening, save they knew it was highly uncomfortable.

Esther told the children that they were going on a journey and that at the end of the journey would be a test, so they’d better pay strict attention to what happened during the journey.   Use their gray cells for something other than filling for their heads!

The big hare kicked out her powerful hind leg and a rather small door appeared in the ether.   “Come on!” commanded Esther, “Time waits for no hare nor human!”

It seemed rather doubtful that Esther would fit through the door, but she did and with room to spare.   Clearly things were not as they seemed in this place.

Dot and Evan reluctantly followed.   The cat, it shall be noted, had disappeared completely, taking its manic looking grin with it.     The trio found themselves in the midst of a huge dense forest.   

And sitting right in the middle of the path through the trees was….

 


 

Padre’s Ramblings wrote this:

. . . a rather morose tortoise.

“Morning Esther.  See you got youself some-muer learners,”

“Well, I’m not at all sure of that,” Esther retorted, “I don’t think this pair could take a nap, much less take a hint.”

“Why that is urnfotunate,” Henry Tuttle replied, giving the children a stare that seemed to suggest that they would deserve whatever they got.  “You two a better be minding Esther, hear.  This ain’t no place to be a foolin.”

“Henry Tuttle, we are in a hurry, so I don’t have any time to waste, please move out of the way so we can pass.”

Dot turned to Evan and sniggered, as she whispered, “The turtle’s called Tuttle.”

“You know that I am not only magical, but that these big ears aren’t just for show,” the hare snapped.  That’s strike two.  Crocodile tears and sniggers.  My badness, you children won’t learn a thing, I’ll wager.  I don’t know why Cousin Bunny is even giving you a chance.”

With that, she pushed past the tortoise and snapped, “Keep up or I will just leave you here.”

It was all the children could do to follow her into the hole in a hollow tree where . . . ”

 


 

And now my part:

… they found themselves sliding down the longest slide they had ever seen in their lives.  It went on and on into the depths of the earth. Evan wondered if they were going to end up in the Earth’s core. After what seemed a long time they finally landed on a floor made of stone blocks. They both looked around. The walls were made of stone, as though they were in a castle, or maybe a dungeon. The room was dim and lit by only a single lantern hanging from the low ceiling. Esther stood before them looking impatient, like she had been waiting for a long time for them to finally appear.

“That was fun!” Dot cried out. “Can we do that again? PLEASE?” Esther just looked at her unmoved.

“I’m afraid not. I brought you down here because I have something to show you.” Esther said seriously. “Follow me!”

She hopped to a wooden door the children hadn’t noticed before and opened it. The children followed her. They came to a balcony that overlooked a huge room below. In this room Evan and Dot saw hundreds of children like them, they were melting chocolate and pouring it into molds, others were removing chocolate eggs and bunnies from the molds, while some could also be seen wrapping up the eggs and bunnies in foil. All of them looked expressionless as though they were automatons. The overwhelming smell of chocolate made them hungry.

“What is this place?” Evan asked. Esther turned to him.

“This is what happens to the bad boys and girls, and the unfortunate ones (but let’s not worry about them). This is where they all end up, and you will too if you don’t pass the test. It’s a neat little business, huh?” Esther told them as she looked at the children working below. Evan frowned. He didn’t want to end up here.

“Look at all that chocolate! They’re so lucky! They could eat as much chocolate as they want.” Dot observed, but Esther gave her a cold smile.

“Eventually they get sick of eating chocolate and stop liking it, as you would too.” Esther warned. Dot stared at her uncomprehendingly. How could anyone get sick of chocolate? That was crazy!

“I would never get sick of eating chocolate!” Dot stated.

“You may found out how wrong you are.” Esther countered. “Given your track record so far, they may be getting two more workers shortly.”

“So what happens now?” Evan asked.

“Now you follow me, the test continues.” Esther replied. She hopped to another door in the balcony and opened it. Again, the two children followed her.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

I don’t usually write about children, so I was bit confused about where to go at first. My contribution is a bit darker than the rest…

I nominate Crispina Kemp to either continue the story or finish it. (if you’re unable to do this Crispina let me know and I’ll choose someone else).

 

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The Island Getaway (Part 4)

Whole tropical island within atoll in Ocean.

The Island Getaway

Teresa Grabs wrote:

As soon as Liam read the advertisement, he knew the place was for him. Three-story newly renovated home on private island in the middle of Hidden Hollow Lake. Owner motivated to sell.

“I will have it!” He scanned the ad for a contact number and phoned it immediately. To his surprise, the agent said the house was his as soon as she answered the phone. “What do you mean the house is mine? I haven’t even made an offer yet.”

She laughed. “Mr. Owens, I have been instructed to sell the home to the first person who called, and today is your lucky day. I can meet you on the pier in an hour with your keys.”

“Oh… okay… yeah! Today really is my lucky day, isn’t it?”

Liam rushed around his tiny apartment, threw a few items into a backpack, and caught the train to the pier. Halfway expecting this to be a scam, he was gobsmacked when a professional-looking woman approached him, smiling.

“Mr. Owens, I presume?”

“Um, yeah, that’s me.”

“Good. Sign here, please, and I can release your keys to you.”

His hand shook with anticipation as he scratched his name on the form.

“And here are your keys. That man will take you to the island,” she said, pointing to a man in a small row boat. “Thank you for your business.”

He watched as she walked toward the parking lot and disappeared into the crowd. “How’d she know my name?”

“You ready?” the boatman called.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” He climbed into the row boat and took in the beautiful scenery before him, forgetting all about the sales agent. “This is really pretty, isn’t it?”

The man didn’t respond.

“Ok.” Liam sat in silence until the island came into view. It looked exactly as it had in the advertisement. He rubbed his eyes and pinched himself, convinced it was a dream.

“Get out here,” the boatman said, sternly as they reached the shore.

“Well, thanks, I guess.” Liam stepped out into knee-deep water and shivered as it soaked his pants. “How do I get back?” he asked as the boatman pushed away from the shore.

“There’s a flare in the house should you need it,” he called back, shaking his head.

Liam turned around and saw …

Msjadeli wrote:

…first that a lush forest started directly behind the house and traveled the length of the island. Tropical birds were screeching and flying from branch to branch, their feathers glinting red, yellow, and green in the sun’s ample beams.

That’s funny, this isn’t a tropical location. What happens to the birds in when winter comes?

Liam walked the hundred yards from the water’s edge to the front of the house. He had been impressed with it in the photos and as they approached the island, but up close he saw that the home had the appearance of being vacant for a long time. Mildew had settled into the corners of the windows. There were wet leaves layered on the porch that were disintegrating. There were cobwebs covering the front door. Curiously though, there were what looked like large dog footprints that had worn a path around the front of the house and carried on towards the back of the house.

Liam walked up the leaf-sodden steps to the front door and pulled out the keys. Neither of the keys worked in the lock! He decided to walk around back to see if they’d work on the other door. As he got to the back, he noticed right away that a well-worn path led into the forest/jungle. Like the front, large dog-like prints littered the path.

Liam sighed in relief when the back door opened to one of the keys. He stepped into a stately home that must have cost a fortune to build out here on the island back in its day. Each room spared no expense. The kitchen had marble counters and ceramic floors. The dining room had a heavy oak table with 14 heavy chairs and regressed cupboards. The living room was big enough for large parties, where the centerpiece was a massive stone fireplace.

Over the mantelpiece, high on the stones, was a trophy head of a wolf.

I’m no wildlife expert but that wolf head is three times as large as a normal wolf’s head!

The sun was sitting lower in the sky, throwing shadows inside. Liam tried the light switch, but no power.

That’s right, I need to go turn the generator on in the basement.

Using the substantial oak staircase leading to the basement, he needed his flashlight which he pulled from his knapsack. Within minutes the generator was chugging and he flicked the basement light on. Looking around down there he saw a heavy iron door with a substantial lock on it.

I wonder if that’s what this other key is for?

Liam tried the key in the door, and it clicked. Pulling the heavy door took some strength. Looking in, a shiver ran up Liam’s spine. What he saw with his flashlight looked like the entrance to an underground passage of a cave that had been blasted or carved out of the granite. Liam could hear water echoing in the cave. Then he heard another sound. . . .

Padre’s Ramblings wrote:

At first he couldn’t quite make it out, but then as his ear adjusted to the echo of the granite passage it became clear.  It was the melodic singing of a woman.  It was husky, but somehow hypnotically alluring.  Almost involuntarily, he moved towards the voice.

The passage was a bit longer than he had anticipated, and took two unexpected turns making his ability to calculate his position in relation to the island almost impossible.  Was he still even “on” the island or was he under the lake?  The dripping after the first turn suggested the latter, but he was unsure.

Night had fallen before he reached what could only be describe as a subterranean portico.  As he approached the porch-way, his flashlight flitted across what seemed in gloom to be the nude figure of a middle aged woman, but when he focused the beam back on the spot where he had seen the apparition, there was nothing there.  Then there was a definite movement which he caught in his peripheral vision.  Something large, and dark shot into the forest beyond.

“What the f —,” he said aloud, jumping back against the passageway wall.  After steeling himself, he shot his light towards the cave mouth to the trees beyond.  Well, at least I’m still on the island, he mused trying to give himself some consolation.

Once he was sure that nothing was going to come in from the outside he began to systematically examine the porch.  There was a fair amount of tracked-in dirt on the floor, but it was clear that the surface underneath was tiled.  There was a marble bench and a matching marble table – on which there was a framed black and white photo of a young well-to-do looking couple dressed in a style popular just after the Second World War.

His light then fell on a small pile of neatly folded woman’s clothing placed carefully on the corner of the bench.  Under the seat was a pair of elegant shoes, which seemed to placed with similar care.  He stooped to examine the shoes, and as he did his flashlight illuminated not only small human footprints in the layer of dirt, but more of the huge dog prints almost everywhere in the chamber.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when one of the tropical birds called out in the night.  It was then that he saw . . .

My part:

that Hank was standing there. He was a Facebook friend. One Liam had never actually met for real before. He wore a black leather coat and a dark wide brimmed hat. He was holding a Glock.

“Hank? What are you doing here?’ Liam asked surprised. Hank started laughing at him.

“Good to finally meet you in the flesh, Liam. You are only here because you have fallen into my trap! Everything that has happened to you was so we would eventually meet here at this spot.” Hank revealed.

“So you’re going to shoot me? Can I ask why? I thought we were friends.”

“No I’m not going to shoot you, unless I have to. I just want to humiliate you!”

“Is there a reason for this?” Liam asked totally confused.

“You made fun of one of my Facebook posts, and since then I have plotted my revenge!”

“I think I know the one you mean. I thought you were trying to be funny. I’m sorry about that.” Liam explained. The gun clicked, and Liam almost felt his heart explode out of his chest.

“It’s too late for that!” Hank shot back. “I want you to put on those women’s clothes there and start dancing and lip-syncing  to Britney Spears’s Oops! I Did It Again. I will record it on my phone and then post it onto Facebook with your name tagged on it. You will never live it down.” He started laughing maniacally. I really should have unfriended him a while ago, Liam thought.

He motioned with his gun and Liam began removing his clothes and then putting on the women’s clothes that were folded on the bench. Disturbingly, they managed to fit quite well. As soon as he had changed, Hank began playing the song on his phone.

“Dance!” he ordered. Liam began dancing and trying to lip-sync to a song he barely knew. Hank began recording it on his phone as Liam continued dancing. Hank gave some further orders: “Put some expression into it! Make love to the camera!” Liam began wondering if this was not so much about the need to humiliate him, but more about Hank’s own strange desires…

Then without warning, the largest wolf Liam had ever seen suddenly pounced on Hank. He screamed as the wolf attacked him. What the hell was going on here? And why am I still dancing? Liam wondered.

The wolf having finished with Hank, then turned to face Liam…

 

 

See? I just made it weird. That’s what happens when you invite me to do these things…

Here’s a link to English folk singer Richard Thompson doing quite an interesting version of Oops I Did It Again. I think he manages to add some depth to the song.

I now nominate Chelsea Owens to end/continue this story. Have fun 🙂

 

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  1. post the story as you receive it
  2. add to the story (or finish it, up to the writer)
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Part 1 Teresa Grabs

Part 2 Tao Talk

Part 3 Padre’s Ramblings