The story so far… | 3hundredand65

February 19th

The whirlwind died. Cope stood in his new form: a naked tangle of his old face, PinkGreen’s limbs, Zoe’s scorched innards, and dripping tea.

This day's addition courtesy of: @FatRoland

Cope had a strong urge to see his wife. Yet, he could not remember her name. There were black holes in his memory.

This day's addition courtesy of: @JessicaPatient

Tardy tears trickled down his unfamiliar cheeks as Cope put his foot on the first rung of the ladder. It was time to create new memories.

This day's addition courtesy of: @JamieOcean

With fizzing muscles he counted the rungs on the Mothercraft. 10,11,12, The 13th Rung! And noise. And lights. And shouting.

This day's addition courtesy of: @LongfellaPoet

The rungs disintegrated. NOOOOO! Cope cried, clinging desperately to rope. He could hear eagles. See shadows. Fear took hold.

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The rope chaffed his hands, feet, thighs. He edged his way up, reached out a shivering arm towards the pair of faded jeans fluttering above.

This day's addition courtesy of: @GuyGarrud

The jeans were a snug fit and as he reached into the pocket he discovered a hand carved wooden coin with a disturbingly familiar lions face.

This day's addition courtesy of: @scott__pollard