Weekend at Vaseys, Chapter Nine

[aoxelfrieda]

Chapter Nine

Guy stumbled away from the camp and sunk down on his side onto the frosted ground.  He felt woozy; his head spun.  Since he hadn’t eaten anything at lunch, he began to retch unsatisfyingly.  Marian the Nightwatchman . . . Robin Hood . . .  Allan . . . the crafty Saracen . . . Bonchurch, the sycophant with the absurd hat . . . that

Comments

[leslieg]

Evil, evil Guy, tickling them all night!!! Tee hee!!!!

[aoxelfrieda]

He's been wanting to do that for a long time, I think! ;)

[gizxmaz]

hahaha oh god, i love this story!
and the end.. omg, i smiled my face off! :P

[aoxelfrieda]

Thanks :D

[aoxelfrieda]

Thanks! Sorry if you were freaked out a bit by the first part. I kind of wanted it to be a little darker and freakier than usual, but it's a bit jarring, I know.

[amandajane17]

IOh wow love this. Must go back and read the rest.

[aoxelfrieda]

Thank you! If you haven't read the other chapters, then I can only imagine what you were thinking as you were reading this one. *L*

[mopphead]

Alas, poor Davey - I hope he'll get a posthumous award. I love the humour in this story and the way you've depicted the smug, self-obsessed Bobbin and the insecure, slightly dense Guy. Yet you've managed to work in some really moving lines without disrupting the integrity of the whole:
"Her caresses had been nothing but lies cloaked in delicate skin. Smooth, kissable skin. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. I love her. But I hate her."
Great stuff!

[aoxelfrieda]

Thanks - glad you liked the more serious stuff as well as the parody. Hopefully Davey was an old cricket who'd lived a good long life . . .