Everyone gathered agreed it was a lovely night for a human sacrifice to an unholy idol but no unfortunately the mansion was struck twenty five times by lighting.
Astonish!
It must be “divine intervention,” said a local pedophile. The man who was the butler Egan lived but everyone else perished painfully in the fire and everything was burned except a chair. Remarkable!
The chair was the Min Gate of course, so you could go from this world to the next in like ten seconds by sitting on it. He made a deal with the devil no less, the man called Min who built the chair long ago so he could be immortal and escape the lake of fire if he did the devil’s bidding, which made him pure powerful and a right bastard. But the devil must have tricked him cause he died after a while. In the ashes Egan saw one person badly burned who was moving and might have been still alive but he took the chair instead. Why?
The sounds of the dead was what Egan heard when he placed the chair on the Altar Stone in the forest. Then footsteps after the howls got louder and stopped. They had him surrouned!OH NO!
AND ON TO THE CHAIR HE MUST NOW JUMP TO ESCAPE!
So he fell through space and a great donut to the outskirts of hell. He looked down from a cliff at the sea of woe where the dead floated whom the devil had tricked and he saw his old master without immortality. They floated face down for eternity! And it was freezing with sharp rocks that they sometimes hit off. Inland is the lake of fire with the bad guys without deals where he meets the devil.
So which was it to be? The fire or the freezing with the sharp rocks?
Of course he said I’ll think about it for five seconds.
And yes he went for the sea of woe and in no time at all he was back on earth to do the devil’s work.
But what happened the chair?
Well you could say he bricked up the chair in his new house where no one would find it but probably his unborn grandson.
But that would be telling.
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You will be added in a jiffy, good people. Spread word, enjoy jubilation, sleep.
Very nice M. I like the story.
But I am regretfully going to have to flag this site as it offends me!
There are overtures of a young J.D. Salinger, coupled with the exuberance of Joseph Conrad while still displaying the creativity of a young Tolkien. Quite impressive.
How young a Tolkien?
Dan's post will blow us all away.I've read it and i'm still revovering from the daze of exuberance.
Possibly illiterate Tolkien.
Tolkien as a feetus scribbling incoherently in the womb.
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