"Like Particles Thru The Tortured Torus....."

Since there is alot of story writing and sharing going on, here is my contribution.
Sorry it starts at Chapter 2, but it was the part that came to me first. I hope you enjoy.

Excerpt from the coming novel:

"Like Particles Thru The Tortured Torus....."

CHAPTER 2 -first half of

It was an unusually quiescent night as she sat working into the late hours on her newest couture design. The fishtank, like an oversized snow globe, babbled and swirled as the two 1 prim tube fish swam in monotonous, perpetual, clockwise circles. The only other sounds gracing the 512mt land parcel in the otherwise deserted island cluster sim were, the tinny trickling scripted to the antique fountain adorning the far wall of her humble boutique, and the occasional hoot of an invisible lone owl, Evanescence streaming quietly in the background.
The wind in the Linden willow forced the tree to list toward the east, it's long alpha-ed branches dipping into the shallows of the canal. A ghostly, low-lying mist and the seemingly imagined scent of sweet particle roses now swirled and drifted down the recently editted sandcliff (there had once been a great rolling sand dune here that extended down along the canal and formed a little cove, but had been ravaged by a mouse wielding land developer for that dramatic effect), from the formidible shadows of the dark and ominous Renaissance Gothic castle looming above. Like the setting for a cult vampire flick, she admired it's high rez ornate texturing and sheer granduer. Strangely it was a comfort to her, reminding her of home....

Long since risen over the vast expanse of uncrossable, simless sea (except by teleport), the almost always full SL moon shone directly overhead, and through the boutique's stained glass roof, it bathed all in an unearthly glow.
Suddenly there came the sound of a heavy touchdown on the decking at the front of the boutique, and startled, she looked up from her work, her camera view swinging around to lock on the open doorway. A dark figure slipped past the large bay window, stopping in the thin forming shadow just beyond the door.
After a long pause, he stepped into the light of the boutique's random colour change sign, flashes of red, yellow, green, blue, lighting his sullen face. Realizing he still held his Beretta and was animated to fire at will, he quickly turned and discreetly detached and deactivated before she noticed he'd been up to no good. Looking back toward the door, his eyes met hers, but a double hit of Esc broke the gaze, and as he crossed the threshold, she knew something was wrong, very, very wrong..........


"......So Are The Days Of Our Second Lives."

Poledra Behemoth

Polygon Fashion House, Rapture (137, 242)

Oooh... very descriptive, Poledra. I'm fond of that tag "so are the days of our Second Lives" too. It just works too damn well!

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
See if I don't.

Thanks Torley Hope to have the next instalment posted soon.....

lol cute, Eggy. Quite eloquent, surreal even

If you'd like to publish that in the near future and/or have it looked over by other writers and editors, feel free to put it on the Writing Wiki. (link)

It doesn't have a lot of exposure yet, but I'm working on it. And I keep a very clean house on said wiki.

Aaw cool, thanks for the link Jeffrey. I was thinking of publishing it, just got to find the time to pry it out of the old brain and put fingertip to KB

DAMN VOGONS!

Chapter 2: second half of

She clicked on herself to release edit mode, stood, stepping forward so as to avoid standing on her one-of-a-kind cherry red leather lounge, the poseball acting like an ejector seat. Meeting him halfway across the floor, she awaited his acceptance of her forward slash command, and as he hesitated again, she began to wonder what he had indeed been up to.
"Sorry, IM", he typed as they were forced together in an awkward embrace. "It's been one hell of a night. You're here late. How are you, my love?"
"Had a busy day. I designed this prim gown for a custom order, so I'm tired." Still sensing the tension, maybe it was the lag, she asked him,"Is everything ok, hon?"
Not knowing where to start, he thought for a moment, then just blurted it out. "You're not gonna like what I'm gonna tell you baby......"
She stood silently, eyes fixed on his, yet his were darting round the room. A knot forming in the pit of her stomach, she felt ill.
"I had a drink with a friend tonight and we got talking....." he paused to remove his hat, which had been tilted forward to give him the 'bad boy' look.... "I think I had a few too many, coz I ended up telling him how much I love you, and how much I hate your a*****e of a bf, and how I wanted to blast him into Limbo for everything he has put you thru......"
She cut in with a hit of her Wow! hotkey, her hands waving about as she reeled back in shock. Not that what he had said was a shock, he had told her that plenty of late.
"That's not the bad bit hon," he replied, as he finally looked down at her. "Before I could say I would never consider doing it, no matter how much I want to, my drunken anime kicked in, and I fell over, so I LOLed instead. And then he 'poofed'." He knew she was going to be mad, or upset, or both. But he had to tell her, even if he lost her.
"See hon, this friend owes me a favour, for a while now....I got an IM from him just after he left to say he would 'take care of the problem'....it took me a min to realize what he meant. He's going after your bf to pay back the favour. I tried to IM him back to stop him, but he'd already logged."
Simulating a faint, she fell backward. "OMG!! how could you?!" she cried as she lay there on the floor. "We have to do something....I have to warn him....you've gone too far....this is not what I wanted!!!" She got to her feet, looked up, clicked the X, disappearing into a whirlwind of dark cloud and rain, and with a flash of lightning she was gone.


"......So Are The Days Of Our Second Lives."

Poledra Behemoth

hahaha beautiful keep it up !

Yay! Glad to see Rambling Sid Rumpo is still going strong.

This is Vogon poetry... from Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy

Eggy,

Really? Those Vogons must have been listening to British radio shows of the 1950s and 60s. "Wurdle" was a favourite word of Rambling Sid (Kenneth Williams) who appeared in Round the Horne to sing rustic ditties whose country vernacular made them sound very dubious indeed. 'Cordwangle' was another favourite word.

And as a total irrelevance, the British comedian Billy Connolly bought a mansion not far from where I live, and named it using one of Rambling Sid's words. He has long since moved, but for a brief and glorious period this fine old house was known as Gruntfuttock Hall.