Pop﹡in People Tribulations

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    EricEric
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    “Yes, dear, it’s all true, you’re dead as a doornail. Now, please take a seat, and be quiet.”

    If not for her rebelling nature, Granola would have left it at that, and would have jumped onto the glimmer train into the light for a happy ever after. But she had to question. “And err… Sir, are there any other options? Ways I could come back, and help?”.

    “Oh dear, don’t tell me you want to be one of them.”

    The disdain in the tone of the white robed dolent man was enough to convince her. She had to be part of them, whoever they were.

    As soon as she had signed the form, everything disappeared.

    She waited,… a long time… cried, pleaded even. Almost prayed, but mostly brayed. A long time.

    And then she lost it.

    And the blue turban guy showed up. * Popped * in.

    “Welcome to the Pop-in Tribe!” he said charmingly. “With a little bit of focus, you will find the essence of it to be not so bitter after all…”

    :bee:

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    TracyTracy
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    “Not so fast, Granola,” Lucinda spoke the words aloud. “One you are in a story, you can never leave. And not only that,” she continued ominously, “No story is ever finished. No thread is ever snapped.”

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    AvatarJib
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    “Is that a rule?” asked Granola.

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    TracyTracy
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    It was a rhetorical question, and Lucinda chose not to answer it, at least not out loud.  Although it was possible for a character to remove their attention from a story as long as the writer wasn’t writing about them,  as soon as the character was mentioned again, they would inevitably be required to participate. Or would they? wondered Lucinda. Who really knew?

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    AvatarJib
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    “Is that even the same character?” she wondered, “or a character so similar that it seem to be…”

    It was too metaphysical for her this early in the morning, as if she was herself different. Her hand reached out to the granola cookie box, half empty and full at the same time, she hesitated to change the balance. But her hunger needed to be balanced too, so she simply transferred the energy from one box to another, keeping the overall balance of the universe.

    “How gorgeous is the rising sun this morning,” she thought looking out her window. “I’m so glad I have a view.”

    Her unformed thoughts followed a string of clouds to a red hot air balloon.

    “I wonder if they have a dog?” she asked looking at Fabio. The pekingese barked. She found him so cutie pooh. She clapped her hands, talking gibberish. Fabio put his little legs on her bigger legs, ready to play. She didn’t mind looking foolish as long as she was having fun.

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