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1. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 10y

(Disclaimer: The characters in this soon to be edition of the TP novel are fictitious, and are not a direct representation of any TP member living, breathing, comatose or dead. Just in case the topic arose...)

Once upon a time, there was a man who had never stepped foot upon a flying machine of any kind. In an age when flying machines were a fashionable mode of transportation, such a curious individual was unheard of and a wonderment to those around him. Rumors sprang to life. Whispers could be heard in back alleys. Questions abounded and answers were out of reach. (With your help) this tale may shed some light on our man-of-mystery's reluctant behavior...

It was long ago and far away now, and most days he didn't even think about it... But on other days - ones like today, for instance - the images were ever-present in his mind's eye. They showed him scenes of family and friends gathered around his crib. He could hear the voices but not decipher what was being said. All he knew was that his crib was warm, safe and full of stuffed animals of various sizes...

2. Posted by tway (Travel Guru 7273 posts) 10y

Looking at his stuffed airplane - a gift from Travelling Mammie-Joe, his great aunt with the prickly moustache...

- Get thee hence from my crib! Begone, you vile terry-cloth replica of an abomidable flying contraption! Shoo, shoo, you bringer of nightmares, you harpie of terror, you inducer of pant-peeing! Scram, you, with your puffy wings and your little rubber wheels! I want to look on you no more! Mammie-Jo be damned, I'm not getting on one of those--

And with that, our (hero? villain? licorice-lover?) falls head first from his crib, only to find himself in...

3. Posted by SeeTheSky (Respected Member 558 posts) 10y

a forest, shaking his head. why did i just remember that? its funny, i get such a strange undescribible feeling form that, like a mix of happiness and nostalgia with a wistful feeling to it. The woods was spotted with patches of sunlight, breaking through the gaps in the leaves and branches, illuminating the grass breaking through between rocks, scattered boulders and uneven landscape. looking around, it created a type of joy in him, it was such breathtaking scene, and so simple and functional. This is nature just being itself, and its so impossibly beautiful.. heh, i guess the same can be said of people. He wished he could share this with others, with the whole world. it seemed too precious to be kept to oneself. people are too busy. busy with what? everything, nothing, really. its easy to distract yourself into fear of the unknown. he had be sleeping there, under that tree for some days now. wandering like he was, it felt.. comfortable, at home, to be alone in the forest like this often. but he would be back in a city soon, inevatibly drawn to human contact. Frowning, he could hear the sound of rumbling turbines in the sky. give me a boat or a train, i'm okay. but that thing.. he was running low on food, having foraged most of what he could and running out of what he brought. he was sure he could survive out there if he had to, but. he was not that far gone. Well, this will be intersting, how am i going to get food from a town that half thinks i burned down a building?
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4. Posted by Brendan (Respected Member 1824 posts) 10y

He slowly stood up, brushing off his pant legs. As he oriented himself he watched the iron raptor disapear behind a cloud. Who in their right mind would travel that way?...

He grabbed his empty napsack pitching it over his back. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath - following it with his mind as it entered his body - he centered himself and cleared his mind. Coming back to this world he started on his way back to the city.

5. Posted by Jase007 (Travel Guru 8870 posts) 10y

Walking though the forrest, our hero starts remembering the events of the previous six weeks and what lead to him fleeing the town
"There must be someone I can trust", he cursed under his breath.
The fire had taken the one true love of his life away from him, and here he was forced to hide whilst still trying to come to terms with the loss.
Glancing around, he smiled to himself of the night he proposed to .....

6. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 10y

Dolly, the sheep of his dreams. Unfortunately, Dolly had declined his proposal but he knew she was right... Such a relationship could never be a successful one. Though it broke his heart, he understood their differences. He only had a quarter acre of land to offer her, not including the white picket fence, and she would always be in need of greener pastures. Their life together would be doomed from the start.... The trip to the forest had brought forth the fond memories of Dolly, and again, he smiled to himself. Suddenly, the snap of a twig forces him to face reality, and panic floods his senses as if it were a giant wave out at sea.....

"What am I going to tell Francine?'", he said out loud. "And what day is it? If this is the forest, then it must be Tuesday! Oh, I've missed my own wedding. Francine will never forgive me..." The words trailed off into the trees as the breeze brushed lightly across his cheeks.

Making his way to the edge of the woods, our hero is hard-pressed not to run in the opposite direction. His life was about to change forever and he was unsure of his next...

7. Posted by Jase007 (Travel Guru 8870 posts) 10y

Move, the torment of the previous night was starting to hit home hard now, how on earth could he look Francine in the eye? And admit to her that she wasn’t the love of his life, and in fact it was Dolly he lusted after during their mechanical lovemaking.

Dolly’s rejection had sent our hero into a rage, so intense that he had struck her several times with the carving knife. Francine had seen the bludgeoning and had assumed that he was upset at her insistence for Dolly to be slaughtered. She had seen this big lump of a man heave and bubble like a baby as she had served the roast lamb for dinner. “Get over It” she had told him, to which he had stormed off taking all the remains of the dinner with him. This Francine had thought very unusual, but weirder things had happened in the town since the TP crowd had moved in 5 years previously. Where were they actually from? Most of the local folk had their own theory on this, and the question had been asked to the members several times. But the same reply came every time, “come over, have a beer – it’s our own special brew you know”. A couple of those pints and ‘Bang’ you couldn’t remember your name let alone what you went over for.

8. Posted by Jase007 (Travel Guru 8870 posts) 10y

Our hero was now wondering just how he was going to play this one out. There was a time when he just didn’t care who he screwed around, but Francine didn’t deserve that. She was a kind hearted woman most of the time, it was only when he hadn’t taken her pills that she turned nasty. That’s what happened when she had ordered him to murder Dolly, yes, murder his beloved fluffy white sheep. The thing that really got him was the rejection Dolly had showed him when he suggested that they run away together, that had cut him deep; almost as deep as the knife he then proceeded to plunge into her throat. He closed his eyes tight, picturing the scene and the sound, the gurgling and gasping as the life force of his one true love evaporated into the air.
Never again would he be able to don his special welsh Wellington boots and New Zealand made Velcro gloves for that extra bit of friction, (cursing that he’d only had the gloves made about a month ago).
“No, I cannot allow this to ruin everything, I mean how would Francine ever know about Dolly? To here she was just a sheep that happened to live in the house.” Just then, he noticed that he was being watched.

9. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 10y

Francine sat in the tree, binoculars dangling from her neck slightly askew. She didn't need them for this little show... There he was, the man of her dreams, poised on the edge of no return... (Well, not so much "no return" as trying to decide if he was going to run away or "face the music" of Francine's wrath.) She knew that look on his face all to well and the anger inside her began to swell. "Damn!", she thought to herself, "Another one ready to jump ship and leave me behind!" Francine sat transfixed...

Meanwhile... Back in the forest, a faint "baaa-ing" sound could be heard if one listened closely enough. Such a familiar sound... But, it couldn't be... Dolly had succumbed to the shiny blade of the bucher's knife. Her survival would have been impossible. She had been made into mutton chops and served up on a silver platter for dinner...

"Baaaa!!!! Baaaa!!!!!! Baaaa!!!!!!!"

10. Posted by tway (Travel Guru 7273 posts) 10y

"Baaaaa....Baaahamas! Baaaahamas!" bleeted Dolly. In the scuffle with our anti-hero, poor Dolly accidentally dropped her one-way, first-class ticket to Nassau. Not to mention her new wool bikini and Jacie-O shades.

"Baaaastard!" For, truth be told, Dolly had been kept against her will for all those years, the silent love-sheep who dreaded hearing "I'm off to shuck the sheep, Francine" every Tuesday and Thursday night.

But her luck was about to change. From out of the woods, dressed in a silky green bikini and a pair of comfy Mephisto lace-up sandals, pops...