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Bad Dreams with Good Friends part 41

“Mark? Wade?” Bob called out weakly.

“I’m right here,” Wade replied.

“Where’d Mark go? Pewds!” Sean called out.

“I don’t know! They were just here!” Bob exclaimed.

“Fuckin’ hell!” Sean growled with exasperation.

“Let’s figure out where we are first,” Wade said, calmly.

“Wade…there’s nothing but blackness,” Bob noted.

“Yes, but we need to keep our heads, until we find the others,” Wade insisted.

“Okay…what do you suggest?” Sean asked.

“I don’t see anything,” Bob said, turning to look around.

“No ground…” Wade noted, as he looked up and down, “No sky…we’re not moving. At least, not that I can tell…”

“What if we are moving?” Sean asked.

“Well, if we’re moving, it’s probably in small increments,” Bob replied, “I can’t feel any movement. Not even like…if we were in water.”

“Well…you wouldn’t be able to tell if you were in moving water,” Wade argued, “It could be moving us around, for all we know!”

“Instead of making conjectures, let’s figure a way out,” Bob said.

“Any suggestions?” Wade asked.

Sean looked around, trying to investigate their situation. As he looked around, his body started turning, tilting him sideways and then upside downs. It was disorienting, as Bob and Wade remained upright.

“How…how are you doing that?” Bob asked.

“I don’t know…” Sean said, with amazement, “But there’s no gravity!”

“What do you mean there’s no gravity?” Wade asked, with disbelief.

“I mean, there’s no up or down!” Sean exclaimed, “I can’t…I can’t feel an up or a down! You guys are upside down now!”

“No…you’re upside down, Jack,” Wade argued.

“Is this like…is this like outer space or something?” Bob asked.

“Must be something like that,” Sean shrugged.

“That’s so cool!” Wade said with awe, as he tilted sideways.

“Wade, stop that!” Bob barked, “We need to focus on how to get out of here!”

“Perhaps if we determine where Mark and Pewdiepie went…we’ll find out how to get out of here,” Wade offered.

“Now how do you propose that?” Sean asked, moving his arms and legs in an attempt to move. He could not move anywhere, making his movements seem ridiculous.

“Jack-Jack-Jack!” Bob tried a slightly different movement to swim, “If we have no gravitational pull, then we are simply floating. That means…we are probably moving.”

“Are we back on that again?” Wade asked.

“I’m serious…this could actually be bad,” Bob said, his brow furrowing into a concerned frown, “If we are floating in a lack of gravitational pull, we may have already moved far from Mark and Felix by now.”

“Oh no,” Wade moaned.

Weird "Reviews"

So...I received some weird reviews for Dorm Haze on nook.

This copy will be coming down soon (it takes them a while to receive the information from the publisher about removed books).

But...I thought I would share these...reviews? is that what these are?

But, I thought I would share a laugh.

This has to be the only review that made any sense. It pointed out where the errors were and made clear what the reader did/didn't like about it.
At least this one I can call a review.

Ethics? Ethics then? I suppose you were going somewhere with that...but where?

I...don't even know what this is about.

No...that's not the book's name...that's nonsense.

This is just...what?

Another: WTF moment

And the top of the hilarity is this list of...randomness.

Other than that first review...I really do not know what all of this is. Most people have done justice to these by marking them as not helpful.

I do not even know what people were thinking when they wrote these...

But...maybe you had a laugh.

I know I did.

Bad Dreams with Good Friends part 40

“Do you think the others are okay?” Michelle asked.

“I’m sure they’re fine,” Ken brushed off the topic.

“Yea but…this place is kinda chaotic,” Michelle replied.

“I’m…I’m sure they’re alright,” Bonnie said, nervously.

“I’m not so sure,” Tiny Box Tim said, with a timid tone of voice.

“You’re not helping,” Ken said to the little box.

“Sorry, but I’m nervous too,” Tiny Box Tim sighed.

They made their way up a small grassy hill. They had left the white vast world behind them to be destroyed by a massive sphere. None of the characters had any explanation for the sphere’s appearance, only ideas of escape. They had decided to bring Michelle and Ken to a remote location, where they could hide until the others were found.

They came upon a small cottage surrounded by white picket fencing. It was lonely on this little green hill. Its quiet atmosphere made it creepy, despite its well-lit and welcoming environment.

“Here we are!” Bonnie raised his hands and motioned to the cottage.

“It’s not much, but we believe the Markimash won’t look for anybody here,” Cinnabon added.

“Oh great…” Michelle sighed.

“Yea…that’s…” Ken let his voice trail off as he looked the cottage over.

The place had a thin layer of dust on its white paint, with leaves on the gray shingles. At the back, he could see a stone trail leading out to what appeared to be a pig pen.

“W-why are there pigs?” Ken asked, pointing towards the back of the house.

“Oh…those?” Cinnabon shrugged.

“We don’t really know where they came from,” Bonnie shrugged.

“They’re just really wild, so we caught them up and penned them,” Cinnabon explained.

“Not much chance petting them, but you could try,” Tiny Box Tim told them.

“So…” Ken sighed, “We’re just going to sit around here and wait for something to happen?”

There was a long silence. Tiny Box Tim looked to Cinnabon and the others with a sad look on his face. The little rodent made some squeaky noises, but did not say anything comprehensible. Even the SepticEye seemed a bit down.

“Come on, you guys,” Michelle insisted, “The others will be fine…well we…we’ll be fine too! And in the end, everything’s going to work itself out. Okay?”

“It’s really nice of you to try to cheer us up,” Tiny Box Tim said, with a cheery little smile, “But, I’m just not in the mood for cheering.”

“Me neither,” Bonnie sighed.

“Let’s…let’s go inside then,” Ken motioned to Michelle as he led the way up the stone path to the front door.

Bad Dreams with Good Friends part 39

 “Boooooob! Waaaaade!” Mark screamed, “Jaaaaaaack!”

“What about me?” a voice called.

He looked around as light finally hit him. Felix was falling next to him. They were both headed towards the ground that suddenly appeared below.

“What? Where’s Bob and Wade?” Mark exclaimed. He looked around, searching for the rest of his friends. “Jack?” he called out.

“What? I’m not good enough?” Felix scoffed.

“What? No…you are…I’m just…” Mark looked around, searching for the others, “I’m worried about the others! Where did they go?”

“They disappeared in that darkness,” Felix replied.

Felix turned over so that he could look up. He pointed upwards, drawing Mark’s attention to the blackness they fell from. It looked like a mass of black ooze, with nothing beyond it.

Mark turned back over and looked down at the fast approaching ground. He could already feel his body accepting defeat. They were falling faster and faster, while his eyes could see the ground coming towards them. The buildings were becoming larger and larger as they approached the ground. There was nothing to slow them down or catch them before hitting the very bottom.

“Um…I don’t think we’re going to survive this drop,” Mark said. A tremble of fear ran through his body as he looked down at the ground before.

“Oh…uh…” Felix looked down, with a fearful look on his face, “It was n-nice meeting you.”

“You too,” Mark reached out, offering his hand.

Felix took his hand and shook it firmly. They were both shaking with fear, but they proudly grasped hands. It felt like a second of shaking his hand, before they were body slammed. The powerful force gave and bent downwards, from their weight, then they were flung up in the air.

Airborne, Mark lost his cognitive senses. It took him a few moments before he understood what was happening. Then he landed again, this time bouncing a little lower than before. His body flopped around a few times, until the ground finally settled beneath him.

“Mark?” Felix said, in a weak voice.

“Felix?” Mark squeaked. He cleared his throat to speak more clearly. “Yes?” he spoke a bit louder.

“You still alive?” Felix asked.

“Yea…I’m still alive,” Mark said.

He laid there staring up at the distant black ooze. It covered much of the sky, though the rest of it was still blue. The world was even lit up and bright, despite the lack of sun above them. It was a creepiness he could only have experienced in a dream.

“That’s good,” Felix muttered, “I’m still not sure if I’m alive.”

“Pinch yourself,” Mark said.

“What would that do?” Felix asked.

“Just do it,” Mark said.

He waited and listened. His eyes were drawn to the strange waves and ripples occurring in the ooze overhead. It was like a massive body of water that would not be taken by gravity.

“I pinched myself,” Felix finally said.

“Then you’re alive,” Mark said, firmly.

“I’m pretty sure that’s the trick to see if you’re awake or in a dream,” Felix protested.

“Well…” Mark turned his head to look around.

They were in a bright and colorful world. Everything looked stitched together though. The ground was made up of different colored patches sewn together. Even the buildings were simply stitched things that were sewn down to the ground.

Everything moved in unison as well. Every time the ground bounced, giving into the weight of a body, the buildings tilted and jiggled. Nothing seemed quite solid enough to hold up against somebody’s weight.

“I don’t think we’re dead, Felix,” Mark scrambled to his feet as he looked around.

“Why?” Felix scrambled to his feet so quickly that he fell over, “Whoa! Whoa! What? WHAT?!”

“I know!” Mark looked around, careful not to move around so much that he lost his balance.

“What the fuck is this?” Felix rubbed his hand against the ground.