I have been chosen to continue the Nano Poblano Blog Hop Story that Fish of Gold started. Thank you grandmalin over at Breathing Space for passing it on to me!
The Blog Hop rules are simple:
1. Add a new post on your blog with these rules, the story so far, and who’s bee tagged.
2. Title and tag the post as Nano Poblano Blog Hop Story.
3. Add at least two sentences to the story.
4. Pick another Pepper to tag. (Preferably one who hasn’t already been tagged).
5. Add a link to your chosen Pepper’s About page to the Tagged list below.
And now here’s the story:
Edward walked into the hotel lobby just as the sun began to light up the city. He dragged a large, heavy trunk to the reception desk and rang the bell
As he waited for someone to answer the bell, he tried to calm his breathing and wiped his sweaty brow with his coat sleeve. He heard a soft thud from the trunk and jerked his head towards it. His eyes had just a touch of fear in them as he listened for any other sounds. He never meant for things to go this far.
When the concierge emerged for the door behind the registration desk Edward stood up straight and tug on the lapel of his coat and says, “Er.” The concierge huffs and says, “Yes, may I help you?” Edward clears his voice and stutters out, “Mr. Maddox told me to deliver this trunk here for him.” Before the concierge could respond Edward abruptly turns and quickly runs out the door.
“What the …,” the concierge half-yelled as Edward cleared the door and ran down the street of still-waking businesses.
The concierge, Randy, was now more than a little put out. First, he had been interrupted while playing Candy Crush at the end of a dull night on the desk. Now, he was having to deal with miscreants leaving junk in the lobby. He hoped his boss didn’t walk in at that moment and chew him out for it.
Well, Randy thought, “I guess I can prop my feet up on this at the desk.” He slowly, but carefully as not to ruin the flooring, started to drag the trunk into the office.
As Randy dragged the Victorian-era trunk with brown leather-bound maple paneling and shiny brass studs naied inot the trim, he noticed that the weight wasn’t distributed evenly. Grunting when he tried to lift the heavy luggate over a snag in the office carpet, he finally maneuvered the large object into position. This would be pefect for resting his tired fee, so he plopped his posterior into the cushy high-backed chair and threw his feet up into the light side of the trunk.
Still bitter about his Candy Crush high score getting interrupted, he decided to pull up Plants vs. Zombies instead. Circulation returning to his legs, he vowed silently that no zombies would eat his brains tonight. He’s seen “Walking Dead.” They weren’t getting him or his sunflowers. Maybe it was thinking about zombies, perhaps it was thinking about how immobile he was if the zombie apocalypse hit, it could have even been the soup he made for dinner, but something didn’t sit well with him.
And then he heard and felt a thud coming from inside the trunk.
He whipped his feet off the trunk so fast, one of this shoes went flying across the room, knocking over a coffee cup. Dregs oozed out from between the cracks of his boss’s favourite mug.
“Damn it,” Randy exclaimed momentarily forgetting the sounds from inside the container. And then the screaming started.
The day clark, Hank, had just entered the hotel lobby when he heard the screams coming from the office behind the reception desk. He ran fast as he could into the small office and saw Randy slumped in the cushy office chair, wide-eyed and breathing heavily, and wearing only one shoe. Randy’s face was ashen gray and he was literally shaking.
Hank saw the large, antique trunk, its lid open and some sort of thick liquid inside. “What the hell, Randy?” he asked. “What was all that screaming about? And what is that trunk doing here?”
Randy extended a shaky hand toward the open trunk and pointed. All he could say was “something.” He said it several times, his eyes filled with fear.
Hank looked carefully at the trunk and then walked slowly closer to it. That’s when he noticed rancid smell and a trail of dark liquid leading from the old trunk out of the office and into the hotel lobby.
At precisely the moment that Hank’s addled brain (which, franky, was a rather slow-moving machine in the smoothest of situations) caught up to the reality of what he was witnessing, the sounds of pandemonium crashed into the ears of both men. Screams seeped in under the doors. The metallic crunches and thuds of cars unwillingly having their shapes rearranged filtered through the lobby windows. Hank imagined that he heard bones snapping and blood dripping amidst the chaos, but certainly that wasn’t possible. Was it? Hank locked eyes with Randy, both faces reflecting terror to the other. What had been in the box? More importantly, would they be held responsible? Given his usual weasel-like demeanor, Hank made a brave decision: He would go have a peek at the street to get a better idea of what he had gotten himself into. Inhaling deeply for courage and balance, he shifted his foot to begin the short walk back to the lobby doors. And that’s when he noticed it … he was standing directly in a puddle of the sticky fluid from the trunk, and it was working its way through every opening of his shoe.
All of a sudden, both of his feet started to burn like he had just finished walking on hot coals. He certainly was getting paid enough to deal with such crazy shenanigans. He should have been a lawyer, just like his mother wanted him to be.
A quick detour to the mens room appeared to be in order, and whatever lurked outside the lobby doors would just have to wait. Leaving a trail of shoes and socks and rancid ooze behind him, Hank pushed through the washroom door, noticed that the cuffs of his pants were ruined and decided to drop those too.
He hopped up to the counter, turned the taps on full blast and plopped both of his burning feet under the gushing, cooling water. It immediately turned a sickly greenish purple. One of the cubicle doors opened and a stunned person stopped dead to take in the sight of a disheveled boxer-clad day clerk effectively occupying two of the sinks, decided against washing his hands just this once, and hurriedly scuttled sideways to the exit. Hank heard the door open, he heard the door close, and in between over the thudding of his own heart, he heard the muffled sound of chaos from the streets.
Outside the hotel, meanwhile, Detective Dick Richards swore loudly and then crammed into his mouth the last third of that cream-filled donut that had distracted him enough to slam into the school bus stopped in front of him, causing the city bus following too closely behind him to make an unmarked-car sammich.
All the school kiddies looked fine, but they were bellowing on the sidewalk outside the hotel, the same joint that he’d been casing undercover for weeks now, waiting for those clerk clowns Randy and Hank to take the trunk from that middle man Eddie. Cripers. Those clerks watched so much HBO they probably thought that trunk held zombies or vampires or something. Dick Richards wanted to clean up this mess outside so he could get back to his binoculars and watch for the next player in the game to show up.
Who has contributed so far?
Fish of Gold
To Breathe Is To Write
Silently Heard Once
Not a Punk Rocker
Amusing Nonsense
Inspiration in Progress
Mindful Digressions
Nerd in the Brain
Knocked Over By a Feather
Breathing Space
And now me!
I pick Lucy at the Excessive Gardener to be the next Pepper to add to this story!
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This is my continuation of this story. I need however to re-choose who to pass this on so please bear with me as I try to find another contender! (Mark any ideas?)
http://eclecticoddsnsods.com/2014/11/07/nablopomo-day-7-nano-poblano-blog-hop/
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Here is a Nano Polblano teammate that I do not believe has been tagged for I or II, Awesome Justine:
Holley at Chasing Destino
http://chasingdestino.com
Try her, maybe?
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Great thanks glad you liked the addition xx
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All done, scribbled out prior and asked new one, hopefully she can do it, thanks for helping x
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Now you’re back to B&W photo instead of the red-headed illustration from your blog header on the comment box on my Reader page. Wily WP changes from Awesome Justine. 🙂 You’re welcome on the link suggestion.
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huh you mean my avatar has changed? Thats odd i did nothing to change it
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Some of your comments on my big list of comments off my Reader/Statistics click are BW photo, some are color illustration. Today, first time. Go figure.
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lol wp likes to play tricks sometimes x
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I know it’s WP, too early in the weekend and I haven’t had any beer or wine, Awesome Justine! 🙂
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haha, well maybe it might help?
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I loved your input…and the detective’s name cracked me up! 😀
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Not bad for my first-ever two-paragraph shot at fiction, novel-writing friend? 🙂
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It was PERFECT! I can’t wait to see what you do next. 🙂
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Inspired, Rachel. 🙂
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This is a very fun and interesting story. Hope I get to read it at the end.
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Keep an eye on it, PJ.
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Good scary story. What have Randy and Hank been up to?
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I think we’ll have to keep reading to find out, Deborah. 🙂
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This is turning into a great story!
I used to date a guy who was a night auditor at a hotel. He had a guy check in once with the best “Dick” name ever, IMO.
Dick Mechanic.
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Oh, yeah, Cheney, that is a great Dick name for sure. 🙂
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Hahahahaha! Dick Dick the dick? Seriously Mark? Let me guess – he’s a really nice guy…? 😉
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That’s in your hands for another couple of graphs, I see, Linda G., thanks to the fertlle mind of Lucy the Gardener.
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Haha! Anyway, I love what you did with it. I wish I’d come up with the name!!
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Thank you, Linda G. I was kind of proud of it, I must say. 🙂
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Hehe you did well at continuing the story, Mark! I mean it all comes down to Candy Crush, doesn’t it?!!
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That was a vital clue, Christy. 🙂
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Ooooh! What could be in that trunk???
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It’s a real whatizzit whodunnit Mrs. B. Loads of fun.
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I very much enjoyed this, Mark.
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So cool, I had not even heard of this.
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Great addition, Mark! 🙂
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nice! and i love the detective name too, of course. some names, and stories, are just waiting to be written.
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Thank you, Beth. Maybe I just found something here. ))
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Well, that was entertaining! Can’t wait to see what happens next. Love the detective name 🙂
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Thanks, Jackie. I’m on the edge of my seat, too! 🙂
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Good job Mark.
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Thank you, Kim. I had fun with it.
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Awesome addition! 😀
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Thanks, Nerd. I couldn’t resist a little steering! Under the bus or around the bus? Next to write decide. 🙂
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LOL! Dick Richards – best detective name ever!
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Thanks, sirusbiz. I’ve been waiting to write that forever!
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