Caught In The Lands of Time by Jae B Wells under her SCA pseudonym was originally published in a SCA newsletter during my son's chemo and 4 kids under 5 around 2006-2007. I used it as an escape from the real world. By re-posting it for you as a blog entry shows the growth of writing overtime. Don't worry. I cringe too when I read it. A woman who hated me petitioned to remove all fiction from the newsletter. Instead of guiding me from her standpoint as a writer, she took up arms to get rid of me.
“Caught In The Lands of Time” is a fictional continuous story that uses some truth, but does not use real people in real situations. Tune in every Dragonflyre for a taste of the traits of knighthood, but beware of the people who make the good look good, and the bad look forever evil.
Part 4
The tug of war that took place could have been viewed as if ten boy scouts were equally spread out on a thick rope. Frank had to shift his weight so many times that he lost count. Daniel pulled and fought his brother’s grip like a frightened animal. Chunk after chunk, the wood was tossed with a heavy landing. The words coming out of the three boys fueled the fire crackling in Daniel’s deepest rage.
Derrick had lit a match and Larry puffed until the fire was lit. Marcus enjoyed the flames and the laughs he bellowed wafted like smoke. This game was always fun. Marcus stopped laughing long enough to hear a crackling sound behind him. “Must have been wildlife,” he thought to himself and resumed his attention and his previous chuckling. The three boys edged out into the valley. Caution made them hold onto the protective skirt provided by shrubs and trees behind them.
Noises in the distance didn’t normally bother Thomas. Laughter was common in the large campground. Thomas was trying to concentrate on the conversation he was engaged in, but a voice forced him to excuse himself. The third voice heated with rage, “Let me go, I said. Let me at him!” The beverage that was brewing might have contained some fermentation, but it did not contain alcohol. Every time Larry’s high-pitched squeaky voice echoed in the air, Thomas told his legs to pick up the pace. He cleared the tents in time to see one nephew about to lose his dying grasp on the other nephew. Thomas paused briefly, but only for a moment.
Gravity exceeded maximum capacity and grappled with Daniel, causing him to slip into stretched out arms of a worms’ spa below. One dirty wet spot in the whole valley and Daniel had to step in it. Both boys went into two different directions. Not many times did the boys detach themselves, but fate made Daniel go forward while Frank proceeded in the opposite direction. Thanks were due according to Frank’s thoughts as he had barely missed the puddle. Although Daniel had journeyed forward, the only place damaged was his left shin from a golf ball sized rock. Wincing as he let his wrists rest briefly, he then managed to push himself up again. He ignored his mucky left sandal as his left hand kissed his scrape. Daniel’s right hand reached into the air to pull him self up the invisible rope.
“Frankincense! Daniel!” Virginia showered motherly love. “Are you hurt?”
The three books stepped off their bookshelf and dusted the minute it took to process it all. The football fumble, the names, humm… then again, it might have taken two minutes. Who knows, the twins were smarter in math then they were. “Dan” and “Frank” must have been nicknames these last few years. Larry, Derrick, and Marcus, stopped talking and laughing. The three clowns juggled a few comebacks amongst themselves. Picking himself up high, Larry swung, hitting two birds with one paragraph of a stone.
The aim, the throw, and the hit became a home run that put Frank on his feet instantly. Sluggish legs turned to lightning as Frank broke into a run.
He was now beyond a shadow of a doubt ready to take Daniel’s place and sacrifice a fist into that no good lousy brace face of a donkey’s tail end. Frank had passed Daniel almost leapfrogging him totally unaware that Daniel was closing in behind him.
“Hey! Parrots! Boys!” Thomas yelled as he was closing the distance.
Thomas had called the boys “Parrots” since they were old enough to recognize him. It had been his loving nickname to combine the twins into one.
The uncle about bowled into a group of ladies who scrambled out of his way before they sympathized with lifeless pins at the local bowling alley. Lucy had warned them just in time to scatter. She enjoyed watching Thomas run. He looked so manly with all his muscles flexing.
One minute they were running, Frank in front and Daniel behind. However, time stopped. Reality took hold of the boys as they looked at each other over their shoulders. They were running in thin air side by side. They spotted the miracle behind them and whined in unison, “Ahhh, Uncle Tom!” Both boys had been lifted up by each of their collars.
The stealthy ghosts vanished into the haunted woods. Well, they were haunted until three older sisters took hold of their jerk little brothers. “Thanks a lot, Runt!” Margaret spit her words at Larry and then grabbed her brother’s ear continuing her irritated voice, “Come on, Marcus!” The three always got into trouble and relentlessly broke up a good gossip session.
“Let’s go, Pimple-Nose!” She said as she peeled Larry from his spot. Masculine features withered into a sulking dog as Larry heard and felt the grip of his sister. Lorna pushed Derrick out of her way as she pulled Larry behind her.
“What do you think your doing, little brother?” Debbie caught Derrick by his arm and dragged him in the opposite direction. Each young woman continued her journey mumbling. Distance grew large as they separated from their previous point of interaction.
Closing in less than ten feet, the beautiful woman lost track of her goal as the boys had regained control of their feet. Michael lost his show as his sight turned to a side view. He was falling. The newcomer must have knocked him over. He was flying like the wind and those flailed arms could have been the cause of the domino effect.
Like being led to a slaughter, both boys walked in front of a pushy man directing their every step. Thomas had turned the boys around and headed them in the direction of the list field. His face was grim and his body language showed no mercy to his prisoners.
Although Fredrick and Richard caught Michael, their balance had also been slightly tinkered with. “I can’t believe he made it!” Michael chuckled out loud. The stranger arrived just in time to catch the lady before she sprained any part of her limbs.
“Milady,” he gasped in relief as he helped her to her balance.
“Nice catch, Sirrrsuck!” Daniel hollered as he saw the man rescue his mom.
“Yeah! Excellent grab, if I do say so, Sir Suck!” Careful to pronounce every word, Frank joined the honorable comments.
“Frankincense Jerome! Daniel Mario! His name is Sir Saucklemaierre!” The venom dripped with poison as Virginia hissed softly. Her tone changed as her death-rays melted to warmth as she turned to address Henry’s brother, “Thank you, Thomas!” Virginia sighed relief as she glanced after Thomas and the boys. Thomas had not yet turned loose of the boys.
I hoped you enjoyed this blog FanFiction: CITLOT Part 4. Stay tuned for another installment of FanFiction: CITLOT.
To Be Continued…
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