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Pastimes : Muffy's Story: A Short Story Game for Would Be Authors -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Hoatzin who wrote (301)	10/13/1998 8:24:00 AM
From: Solon	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 766

...a taxi. The driver was an extremely good looking man with the prominent brows that denoted either extreme intelligence or nothing in particular. "Solon at your service kids. Get in. Get in fast. Get in now. Hey Chartres! Don't you know the cops are closing in on you! You and your idiotic driving stunt!" Chartres and Muffy scrambled into the car and the driver took off like a concubines panties--smooth and easy...but also very fast! "Oh my God!" Muffy screamed. Solon was driving with no hands. He was driving with his knees and had become immersed in a thick book he was reading. Charters did not appear concerned but was busy writing a bunch of strange numbers down on a green notepad he was carrying. For the next 500 miles Muffy screamed continuously till she thought her throat was going to die. Neither of the two men seemed to notice her or each other...but both were lost and absorbed in their private worlds--oblivious to all else: one reading a book; one writing one! Suddenly, the car pulled up in front of a huge tudor style mansion. "My summer home," Chartres said by way of explanation as he disembarked and helped Muffy up the steps. The driver of the car was already leaving and as the car rolled off Muffy thought she heard him sing out loudly: "Away Silver!" or some such silly thing. As they entered the mansion Muffy jumped for joy. The house was soooo bigg!! "This is the best time of my life!" she shouted. Don't use the word "TIME" like that," the old man barked at her. His eyes narrowed to obsidian slits. "You stupid bloody little nincompoop. Christ, you had me fooled. Your blue eyes; the fine Scandinavian cast of your cheek bones. You SHOULD be intelligent and Superior. But you are not!" His eyes now opened wider to reveal what looked like a sheen of gold dust sprinkled like stars across the vast orbs. He reached out suddenly with a long hand, supple and powerful from years of wielding a gold pan as a weapon against poverty (this was before his notable inventions had finally gained acceptance from the world). Taking her roughly by the shoulder he shoved her through a massive set of Oak doors. "Wait there in the library you dumb child and wait there in the library you dumb child and wait there in the libray you dumb child--while I spend some time thinking about important and significant questions." "Strange"...Muffy thought. "Oh Brother!" Muff's fear quickly subsided as the overpowering splendor of the room drew her into its ambiance of opulence and luxury. precious stones of all kind were encrusted and studded in furnishings and accouterments--especially in the accouterments. Gold and silver; onyx and jade; jewels everywhere. Now her eyes were drawn to a massive book case that ran the full length of the west wall. Immediately her eyes were drawn to a section that appeared to have been specially set off by huge obsidian bookends that had each been wondrously sculpted in the shape of an hourglass. Approaching the gilded leather volumes, their titles now became visible to her. The first book was: "Take Time for Time". Muffy removed it excitedly and opened it up. Inside she found beautiful pictures of what looked like stars and planets and things in circles and funny arrows and squiggly lines. These were fun to look at; but the rest of the book was simply long numbers with funny letters and signs that she didn't understand. She replaced the book and removed the red book adjacent to it: "The timing of Time." This was much like the first: pretty pictures but a lot of stupid, stupid numbers and letters. Quickly, in succession she repeated the process with "Take Time For Time," and "On Time Every Time". Boring! The next book was a pink cover and showed the picture of a little cat with a pink hat and imitation pearl ear rings (Muffy could spot imitation jewelry even in a picture--what woman couldn't?!). She read the title: "FLUFFY: The Story of a Photon Cat" or "A Stitch in Time Saved Nine". This book was interesting with lots of pictures and one funny one showing Fluffy stretched out in a circle and superimposed over a representation of the solar system. Her body was all in different pieces! Muffy laughed out loud, and stubbed her toe on a cat dish that was filled with fresh food and milk. That's funny, she thought. Clearly, no cat lives here...? Next on the shelf she saw 3 books that appeared to be part of a series. Indeed, as she looked at their titles she read, Vol. 1, Vol. 2, and Vol. 3. That settled it! They were part of a set! The titles were starting to make her feel uncomfortable and she thought she might have to either masturbate or stop all this reading! "My Tussles with Time!" and "Forcing Time to Her Knees!" The third volume was by far the biggest book yet. It was over six inches thick with diagrams everywhere...and the longest equations (now what did they call them? Yeah...aquatic equations)...that ran on and on, for pages at a time. Muffy had never seen such a long book. That Mr. Chartres must be awfully, awfully smart! she thought. The title read, "BENDING TIME TO MY WILL!" The last book did not seem important. It was only about 10 pages LONG and had some more funny numbers and letters in it; It was titled simply: "WE'RE SCREWED!" Mr. Charters entered the room and peered at her shrewdly. I've decided what I'm going to do, he told her. "I'm going to have a drink!". He walked across the room and sat down in an expensive recliner of blue tooled leather. He pushed an unseen button under the chair and the chair suddenly lifted about 15 feet into the air (they were cathedral ceilings). Mr. Charters dangled his feet and swung them playfully. "I'm on my throne," he shrieked, "how are all you little people way down there!!" He was cackling now and slapping his forehead with his hand. "Drinks please!", he called out, clapping his hands together in happiness. Muffy had never seen anyone look so joyous. Mr. Charters was beaming. Now he touched another button and a stand popped out of the chair with a bottle of YEA OLD BOURBON on it. The giddy old man twisted off the cap and took a long 10 second swig on the bottle. Muffy was amazed! Now the man pushed another button and his chair began to spin; around and around and around it spun; faster and faster and faster. Suddenly Muffy noticed a loud and ominous humming that seemed to permeate the room and resonate throughout every atom of her being...