Poem: "The Door to Nowhere"
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ysabetwordsmithThis poem came out of the September 16, 2014 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
siliconshaman, DW users Zeeth_kyrah, and Dialecticdreamer. It also fills the "doppelganger or evil twin" square in my 9-11-14 card for the Halloween Bingo fest. This poem belongs to the series Schrodinger's Heroes.
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The call from the university
was apologetic but frazzled.
"It's probably just a Halloween prank,
the professor said, "but people are
getting antsy about this outline that
keeps appearing and disappearing
in the Faraday Physics Building."
"What kind of outline?" Brenda asked.
"It looks like a door," said the professor,
"but it never seems to go anywhere."
Brenda and Darrel went to the building.
While Brenda questioned the faculty,
Darrel scouted around in search of
the mysterious outline of a door.
"There's no sign of wiring or
anything else prank-like,"
Darrel reported.
"People are studying quantum physics,
but it's all theoretical, blackboard stuff
not mad science in a lab," Brenda said.
A soft mrrow made her look down.
Rubbing against her left wheel
was a large white cat.
"Who do you belong to?"
Brenda asked, reaching for him.
"Are you nuts?" Darrel said.
"Don't pet the white cat!
White cats are evil."
"Don't be silly, Darrel,"
said Brenda as she stroked the cat.
"That's just a Hollywood cliché."
That was, of course,
when the door to nowhere
swallowed them all.
They tumbled out onto a desert
splotched with surprisingly green plants,
into which the white cat promptly vanished.
Brenda waited for Darrel
to say, "I told you so."
Darrel didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry I ignored what turned out
to be very astute advice," Brenda said.
"Apology accepted," Darrel said.
He had his gun out, pointed groundward.
"Now what do we do?"
Brenda shaded her eyes.
"That looks like a building,"
she said. "We could head that way."
"Across the whole horizon?"
Darrel said dubiously. "Big building."
They set off toward it, the thin wheels
of Brenda's everyday wheelchair
not making great headway
over the rough terrain.
"I wish I had my trail tires,"
she grumbled.
"I wish you had your battle chair
with the extra guns," said Darrel.
Well, yes, that would be even better.
This one only had the handgun,
the tac baton, and a couple of knives.
It wasn't long, however, before
a pickup truck jounced toward them
and a very Texan-looking fellow
leaned out the window to say,
"Would you folks like a lift?
We saw your transit come up."
"Do you know what's going on?"
Brenda asked him.
"Naw, but Alex will figger it out,"
he said with easy confidence.
"Sorry this truck ain't handicap-whatever."
Brenda sighed and let Darrel
boost her into the seat,
then stow the wheelchair
in the truck bed, fastened with
some of the many ropes.
"Is that a grenade launcher?"
Darrel asked, staring into the bed.
"Might could be," the Texan drawled.
"I'm Chris, by the way. Who're you,
and how did you get here?"
Brenda and Darrel introduced themselves
as Darrel climbed into the seat beside her.
"We were in the Faraday Physics Building,
a white cat came up to us, and then
we were here," Brenda added.
* * *
Notes:
The physics building is named after Michael Faraday.
The Evil White Cat trope appears in Right Hand Cat and cat of the day.
[To be continued ...]
siliconshaman, DW users Zeeth_kyrah, and Dialecticdreamer. It also fills the "doppelganger or evil twin" square in my 9-11-14 card for the Halloween Bingo fest. This poem belongs to the series Schrodinger's Heroes.This microfunded poem is being posted one verse at a time, as donations come in to cover them. It it locked at the sale rate of $.25/line, so $5 will reveal 20 new lines, and so forth. There is a permanent donation button on my profile page, or you can contact me for other arrangements. You can also ask me about the number of lines per verse, if you want to fund a certain number of verses.
So far sponsors include:
lone_cat, book_worm5, kestrels_nest252 lines, Buy It Now = $63
Amount donated = $27
Verses posted = 24 of 76
Amount remaining to fund fully = $36
Amount needed to fund next verse = $1.50
Amount needed to fund the verse after that = $1
The Door to Nowhere
The call from the university
was apologetic but frazzled.
"It's probably just a Halloween prank,
the professor said, "but people are
getting antsy about this outline that
keeps appearing and disappearing
in the Faraday Physics Building."
"What kind of outline?" Brenda asked.
"It looks like a door," said the professor,
"but it never seems to go anywhere."
Brenda and Darrel went to the building.
While Brenda questioned the faculty,
Darrel scouted around in search of
the mysterious outline of a door.
"There's no sign of wiring or
anything else prank-like,"
Darrel reported.
"People are studying quantum physics,
but it's all theoretical, blackboard stuff
not mad science in a lab," Brenda said.
A soft mrrow made her look down.
Rubbing against her left wheel
was a large white cat.
"Who do you belong to?"
Brenda asked, reaching for him.
"Are you nuts?" Darrel said.
"Don't pet the white cat!
White cats are evil."
"Don't be silly, Darrel,"
said Brenda as she stroked the cat.
"That's just a Hollywood cliché."
That was, of course,
when the door to nowhere
swallowed them all.
They tumbled out onto a desert
splotched with surprisingly green plants,
into which the white cat promptly vanished.
Brenda waited for Darrel
to say, "I told you so."
Darrel didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry I ignored what turned out
to be very astute advice," Brenda said.
"Apology accepted," Darrel said.
He had his gun out, pointed groundward.
"Now what do we do?"
Brenda shaded her eyes.
"That looks like a building,"
she said. "We could head that way."
"Across the whole horizon?"
Darrel said dubiously. "Big building."
They set off toward it, the thin wheels
of Brenda's everyday wheelchair
not making great headway
over the rough terrain.
"I wish I had my trail tires,"
she grumbled.
"I wish you had your battle chair
with the extra guns," said Darrel.
Well, yes, that would be even better.
This one only had the handgun,
the tac baton, and a couple of knives.
It wasn't long, however, before
a pickup truck jounced toward them
and a very Texan-looking fellow
leaned out the window to say,
"Would you folks like a lift?
We saw your transit come up."
"Do you know what's going on?"
Brenda asked him.
"Naw, but Alex will figger it out,"
he said with easy confidence.
"Sorry this truck ain't handicap-whatever."
Brenda sighed and let Darrel
boost her into the seat,
then stow the wheelchair
in the truck bed, fastened with
some of the many ropes.
"Is that a grenade launcher?"
Darrel asked, staring into the bed.
"Might could be," the Texan drawled.
"I'm Chris, by the way. Who're you,
and how did you get here?"
Brenda and Darrel introduced themselves
as Darrel climbed into the seat beside her.
"We were in the Faraday Physics Building,
a white cat came up to us, and then
we were here," Brenda added.
* * *
Notes:
The physics building is named after Michael Faraday.
The Evil White Cat trope appears in Right Hand Cat and cat of the day.
[To be continued ...]
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Date: 2016-03-15 11:02 pm (UTC)Yes...
Date: 2016-03-15 11:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-03-20 02:46 am (UTC)BTW, Anti!Schrödinger doesn't really seem to be evil so much, as chaotic neutral. After all, name one thing he did that was actually bad?! But then, I have a fondness for white cats... and black ones.. and really, just cats in general.
Still, I think soemone's day just got a whole lot more interesting, but not necessarily in a bad way... I dunno, maybe the white kitty is just bringing his counterpart presents. Beats a dead mouse anyway.
(no subject)
Date: 2016-03-20 10:32 am (UTC)Yes...
Date: 2016-03-20 06:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-06-15 01:22 am (UTC)Amusing total chaos with groaning football goons, random cactus fruit, and lots of people running in circles to fix something one initiated with a single claw-tap on a button...
...yeah. If I was only slightly more amoral, I would totally consider that a lovely present.
*purrrs*
(I totally ship good!Schrodinger and evil!Schrodinger, romantically or not - the best enemies thing is a thing for a reason.)
Yes...
Date: 2016-06-15 01:28 am (UTC)LOL yes.
>> ...yeah. If I was only slightly more amoral, I would totally consider that a lovely present.
*purrrs* <<
Yay!
>> (I totally ship good!Schrodinger and evil!Schrodinger, romantically or not - the best enemies thing is a thing for a reason.) <<
So do I. There's a whole page on it in LOL_HEROES.
Thoughts
Date: 2016-06-15 01:31 am (UTC)Good points.
>> BTW, Anti!Schrödinger doesn't really seem to be evil so much, as chaotic neutral. After all, name one thing he did that was actually bad?! But then, I have a fondness for white cats... and black ones.. and really, just cats in general. <<
Chaotic Neutral Schrodinger is, of course, a gray cat.
>>Still, I think soemone's day just got a whole lot more interesting, but not necessarily in a bad way... I dunno, maybe the white kitty is just bringing his counterpart presents. Beats a dead mouse anyway.<<
*laugh* That would make ... a perverse kind of sense.
Especially since one of the episodes begins with Good!Schrodinger bringing Alex a dead tentacle-critter.
Re: Thoughts
Date: 2016-06-15 01:47 am (UTC)A grey cat I would presume would be True Neutral since it's more balanced.
Still... Anti-Scrondinger and his black counter-part have a thing, I'm sure... even if neither are willing to admit to it. Felis sapains courtship is complex..
Re: Thoughts
Date: 2016-06-15 02:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-06-15 12:59 am (UTC)I'm trying to remember a close-growing grass used as a hedge in more temperate climes that grows so close and so stoutly that even mice can't penetrate it... started with a V, I think?
Yes...
Date: 2016-06-15 01:32 am (UTC)Re: Yes...
Date: 2016-06-15 01:49 am (UTC)Re: Yes...
Date: 2016-06-15 02:01 am (UTC)Something tells me that Chris and his relatives have done this.
Re: Yes...
Date: 2016-06-15 10:24 am (UTC)Re: Yes...
Date: 2016-06-15 08:49 pm (UTC)