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TNBC- It's a Wonderful... P.3It's a Wonderful Nightmare
Part Three: The Lost Servant
The dungeon walls were cold and damp. Something green oozed from the bricks, faint candles illuminated the hallways, and the sound of dripping water never ended. While this scene was admittedly terrifying fun for a Halloween creature, it was still a prison, and that ruined the pleasure. Instead of shrieks of fright, moans and cries of sadness echoed along the walls of this horrible place. Jack was settled into the corner of his cell, trying not to show his anger. Santa stood outside the cell, ready to free the Pumpkin King with his invisible hands.
"There has to be somebody better off in this world besides Oogie," Jack muttered at last.
"Have you checked around, Jack? There really isn't," said the jolly old elf.
"But there has to be some good that could come out of this. I mean"
Then something metal hit the bars of the cell and Jack heard the voice of an old man from the chamber across from his shout, "Quit talki
TNBC- It's a Wonderful... P.2It's a Wonderful Nightmare
Part Two: Into the Dungeon
When Jack looked around after the spell, it seemed as if everything was different. Where the graveyard was normally cold and comforting with all the sighs of the haunts that spent their afterlives there, the new graveyard was silent. Not even the wind made sound. Had Jack not been curious to see what the rest of the town was like now, he might have felt unnerved.
"Well, should we head into town, Jack?" Santa asked the skeleton.
"Oh certainly, Mr. Claws, but how oh my!" Jack then got a good look at what he was wearing. He was clad in a tattered, brown peasant's suit rather than his elegant pinstripe suit and pants.
"This-this is what I used to wear in my younger days. And yet they're so out of shape now."
"You wished that you had never been the Pumpkin King. Now you're just a poor farmer again," Santa reminded him. A strange, almost grave look was in his eye.
"I see," Jack replied, "but if we go into town, Mr. Claws
Bad Dog Chapter 14Falling in love makes you float on clouds
that you could never see through.
Lucky raced forth as he searched Suzy. He would never forgive himself if he knew that she was living on the streets again when he could have done something about it. A few dogs turned their heads when they saw the multi-colored Dalmatian and one even tried to follow him, but he continued on into the city, sniffing for the spaniel as best as he could. The trail was already running thin when it began to rain. The water made it difficult to sniff out any trail. Worse, he was now rather lost. His only hope was to keep searching for the spaniel, but without using his trusty nose.
"Suzy?" he called out continually as the rain pelted his back.
But our hero made no progress as he whimpered for an answer long into the night. His head told him to go back to the warm, dry hotel, but his heart only told him to keep searching for his friend.
Shivering, the rainbow Dalmatian took a break from the search beside a large
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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