Daily Archives: July 19, 2007

Carl and Mark

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Dude...

Dude…

These two guys are named Carl and Mark. Carl is the one with the (red) sweatshirt and Mark is the one with sunglasses. They’re from an original (gasp) story bouncing around in my head. Carl is a bummy jerk, thinking of dropping out of Grade 11, and Mark is the school genius and a bit fussy about his appearence. Their class goes to some (foreign?) city where Carl wanders off, bored, Mark goes to go get him, and the bus leaves without them. The part requiring suspension of disbelief follows (until I can sort it out realistically) because somehow they have no way to call home. Or talk to the police. Or anything. They’re ‘stranded in civilization’. And have to work together to make it back. Wow, how clichéed. At least it’s my own characters and my own setting messing it up, not some FE or LZ (or, heaven forbid, ME) folks in their own nerdy world (where, admittedly, it might be easier to come up with an excuse for the scenario).

Mask of Darkness to the Island of Dreams: Chapter 7

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Chapter 6

 

Chapter 7

Link ran until he was out of the village and stopped. If he charged ahead blindly, he was going to miss the trail.
Unfortunately, there was not much, although Saria had trained him well in tracking, and Moblins were well-known for being clumsy. That was part of the problem; there were so many Moblin tracks in that part of the island that to find Marin’s tracks among them was extraordinarily difficult.
He headed in the direction of the mountains when the trail grew so hard to find that there was basically nothing.
And all the time his heart was full of fear.

He came to the mountains and paused. If he was a fat lumbering Moblin, burdened with a light, slim girl, how would he get up?
That posed a problem for him, as there was only one way to go up into the mountains, but many ways to go after that. Link wrinkled his forehead in frustration and anxiety and ran again. There was a tower on the eastern horizon.
Through tunnels, not forsaking the darkest corner, and to the most remote plateaus, he jogged along. Already he was getting tired, and the day was almost gone. The caves were dark enough, and he had no lantern.
He came to the tower and sprang in. Continue reading →