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Inter-Blog “Choose Your Own Adventure”


To begin, you must go back to the beginning, and then Choose Your Own Adventure!

(For those who wish to return to this version of the story, from the beginning choose Option #1 Stand up and scream the earth has been invaded and then after reading that Part Two version (Pickledeath), choose Option 1) Sneak into the secretary’s office and play Beyonce backwards on the school intercom. which will bring you back here. The choice, and the adventure, are yours!

The Janitor’s Closet

1) Sneak into the secretary’s office and play Beyonce backwards on the school intercom.

Michael and Latoya were still standing by the front entrance as the rest of the students hurried in the door to make it by last bell. Michael decided to try the music store and was just opening his mouth to tell Latoya when she whispered, “Michael!” urgently. Following her eyes, he noticed several Mendigans, led by the Mendigan formerly known as “Mr. Bernstein” coming purposefully towards them.

Michael noticed the fear in her eyes as Latoya suddenly moved closer to him. He was scared too, but although she wasn’t his normal type, she was really cute, and he was starting to like being close to her. He quickly grabbed her hand and started towards the other end of the school building. “Mr. Bernstein” and company quickened their pace, their many-tentacled lower parts moving very quickly over the grass. Michael repressed a shudder at how they oozed along like tentacled snails, but unlike snails, he knew it wouldn’t take them long to catch them. As they neared the end of the building, a new and larger group of Mendigans appeared around the corner, effectively cutting off his and Latoya’s escape.

“In here,” Latoya said as she yanked him through a side entrance. Inside, the last few straggling students scurried into their classrooms as the last bell rang. Michael realized he and Latoya would soon be alone and prime targets for the Mendigans. Michael could already hear the side door opening. Just as he began to think there was no way out, he saw a possibility, and pushed Latoya into the Janitor’s closet, pulling the door shut as he followed her in.

Michael tried to will his heart to stop beating like a drum but it was no use. He figured between his and Latoya’s barely stifled gasping breaths, and their crazily racing hearts, it was only a matter of time before the Mendigans were on to their hiding place. He imagined he could hear them shuffling along the hallway, searching. How good was a Mendigan’s hearing? Could they read thoughts? If so, he was up shite creek and without a canoe…

As his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness, he thought he saw a crack of light coming from the opposite end of the closet. It was! He moved closer, motioning for Latoya to keep quiet and not move, because he was afraid that one of them would trip over a mop bucket or something in the dark.

When he reached the crack of light, he put his eye up to it and looked out. Wonder-of-wonders, it was a door into the back of the audio-visual room which joined the Secretary’s office and was where the controls for the intercom were! He was just about to open the door when something moved past it. Hardly daring to breathe, he peeked as cautiously as he could to see who or what was now in the way. Ms. Blackwell, the school Secretary was sitting between him and the intercom, with her back to the door. She appeared to be settling down with a book, and as he glanced over her shoulder, he could see that she had some sort of glossy magazine with pictures of naked people in it, tucked in the middle of her Quilting and Knitting for Ladies. “Ewww,” he thought. The last thing he wanted to see was Ms. Blackwell in any of those types of photos!

Michael felt Latoya tugging at his shirt, trying to get his attention. She pointed to the door through which they had come, and he quickly realized the game was almost over. Someone (or something) was turning the knob slowly. “Pickledeath, here we come,” he thought. Latoya grabbed Michael, and he had to struggle for a moment to concentrate. She smelled goood. Michael made up his mind. “Do you trust me?” he mouthed soundlessly to Latoya. She nodded fearfully, and placed her hand in his. Michael edged back closer to the AV room door, figuring it was better to take his chances with Ms. Blackwell and her “photographs”, when the door opened and…

1) the Janitor, Mr. Berman, grabbed them both and said, “You kids are in terrible danger. Come with me if you want to live.” (Sean Monaghan’s …furnace burnout…)
2) a single questing tentacle snaked around the door frame, heading straight for Latoya’s frightened face.

What will it be? Choose your own adventure!

Note: If you would like to check out the other choice, “Bach-wards” (Option 2 – Sneak off to the music store to find more secret messages.) you can find it here on Tony Noland’s site, Landless.

14 Comments leave one →
  1. April 14, 2010 1:00 am

    Very cool Tim. I like the development of tentacles. Can I grab option 1, the janitor? I’ll probably bend is in two, but I’d like to continue there?

    • April 14, 2010 7:43 am

      Thanks, Sean. Glad you liked it. Option 1 is all yours, my friend. Go for it! Just send me the link when it is complete.

  2. April 14, 2010 11:50 am

    Mendigans ‘oozed along like tentacled snails’

    Fantastic visual. Ms. Blackwell is very naughty! And Michael has more of an eye for Latoya then I thought. Loved the ‘pickledeath here we come’ part. It’s now or never, baby!

    Lookin’ forward to see where Sean takes us with the Janitor.

    Good job, Tim!

  3. April 14, 2010 12:09 pm

    Thanks. I had to put “Pickledeath” in at least once.

    As regards, Ms. Blackwell, I am reminded of the scene from Pirate Radio where Rhys Ifans’s character says seductively over the microphone (to the sound of his zipper being unzipped) “Are you doing something naughty?”

    I can’t wait to see Sean’s furtherance of “le cause Mendigan”

    • April 15, 2010 8:14 pm

      Excellent! I can’t wait to see what happens next. I love the furnace-room-boiler-death-ray!

  4. April 17, 2010 5:13 pm

    I like the interest you build into the relationship between Michael and Latoya, as well at the detail of the pervy Ms Blackwell, and the ever-present tentacles. Thanks so much for taking Jodi’s other choice and helping the CYOA to grow like the many-tentacled tale it is.


    • April 17, 2010 6:55 pm

      Barry, Glad you liked it. Thanks again for starting it. If I may make so bold, I am thinking of starting a new CYOA; would you be interested in “playing”?

      Also, thanks for updating the graph.


  5. April 17, 2010 5:13 pm

    Oh, and the graph is duly updated, thanks for the comment on my site.

  6. April 19, 2010 3:53 pm

    Haha, Michael’s hormones may have distracted him from preventing their Pickledeath! Fun read, Tim. Now to read the next janitor/Terminator installment. 🙂

    • April 19, 2010 3:58 pm

      “Mmm, girl smell goood!” Thx, glad you enjoyed it.

      • April 23, 2010 9:26 am

        Hmmm, Tim, is there a YA sci-fi/dystopian caveman novel in your future? Or maybe an Encino Man meets Twilight saga? Dude.

      • April 23, 2010 12:31 pm

        I’m down with that.

  7. April 30, 2010 9:23 am

    Loved the interaction between Michael and Latoya! And the “fun” pictures? heheh Great!

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