The following is a sequel to the magnificent work of magnificence that was "
The Adventures of Swiffy The Brave." There is another story in the series, but I would rather not talk about that as I have since disowned it. Anyways, without further ado here is the story:
Poor Timothy, how bored he was sitting alone in his room staring with vague indifference out his orange tinted window at the never ending maze of daffodils and Batman collectibles sitting directly outside his house. Little did he know in his never ending sleepless night that would occasionally drift into weary morning before yet again returning to the pitch black darkness from which it came that, while his boredom was insatiable by human terms, within the query that was the seemingly desolate Labyrinth was a David Bowie album from which Timothy could rebrand the now dead New Coke franchise and make a killing in the market, if only he had known, but he did not.
Without this knowledge Timothy's options were limited, he feared the outdoors and loathed his prisonous concave of a house, with its never ending tiles of pixelated woodgrain brought from his own mind into real world terms by an indirect light that reflected from the mirror suspended from the mountain deep within the maze, he often wondered if this house was in fact all there was in the world and if in fact the reflection from the mirror was what had created the house, and if the Mirror (or possibly) the light reflected upon it could be God, if this were the case then he had wasted a lot of time worshiping Deforest Kelley, but then again, who hasn't?
Anyways, I suppose I should digress with the hopes of eventually reaching some sort of conclusion to this narrative or at the very least some sort of cliff hanger that will leave you wanting more, but without an opportunity to do something worth while there is no chance for a story to be made from this poor desolate soul's miserable life.
Which is why at this point I must introduce you to a most peculiar fire place, much like that rest of this house this fireplace had always been here for as long as Timothy had been, though Timothy knew it wasn't there before, because wherever Timothy was before the fireplace was also, it had been following him and had entrapped him in this place somehow, Timothy could not stand to look at it, and therefore never did, though he knew somehow it was likely his way out of wherever he was.
This in mind let me introduce you to an idea, an idea that rattled within Timothy's mind for at least about a minute and a half before Timothy decided to act upon it, "I have been here 35 minutes, it is time to escape," he said to himself, so he turned around and looked deeply within the fire place, and vanished.
He awoke to find himself in the past, suffering from partial amnesia, and looking into a mirror image that was not his own.
To be continued…
