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Madness -- Follow Us

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: The Imaginarium
This is the first of a series of short stories set in a somewhat different Wonderland.
Cover by Booksie member, Markie Bee.
Thanks to Jeff Bezaire for inspiring the entire thing with the image at the end of the story -- copyright: Anne Vis.

Submitted: February 14, 2019

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MADNESS -- Follow Us

Follow us, if you dare. We are going to Wonderland, to OUR Wonderland, a very different place. Forget the holes made by rabbits and stay close, stay near, or you’ll become lost, I fear.

The pathway will come in to view, but not for very long. If you want to come along with us you’ll need to be strong; make haste and hurry behind for soon the pathway will disappear. You’ll become disorientated, will wander quite lost and sometimes even your life is the cost, so if you are joining us on this trip GET A MOVE ON.

What is it like? You want more information before you decide, but there is no time. I’ll talk while we journey if accompanying us you are. Otherwise....you simply have no business of knowing.

Ah, look, Jessie Boo, we have a brave few that are following you. Your tail is like a black flag leading the way. The others, well they can just return to their normal homes, to their humdrum lives. Excitement is for the adventurous, and we can promise both, don’t you agree?

Meow!”

Now I’ll talk but bear in mind it’s too late for you to retreat unless you are prepared to pay that fatal cost of becoming lost. My Wonderland is a darkened place, but it has it’s streaks of color. And magic; plenty of magic.

Oh, I’m sorry, you wanted Disney! Well, you should have stuck to the tried and tested rabbit hole IF you could manage to find the right one. That Wonderland – well, you need an invite from the Rabbit, wouldn’t you agree? While here, I get to decide who is allowed to follow me.

Some warnings now, and pay some heed for once we arrive the place will so mislead. Flowers, there are plenty, but they don’t chatter and giggle, but will hurl abuse. And also they will BITE. They are quite partial to a slither of flesh, a drop of human blood. Be careful, beware, for if you stoop to pluck one up you will more than likely lose your hand.

Don’t let me put you off. I’ve already told you, to turn back now will bring you down. Good, come along and follow the cat!

Now we’ll talk about the trees. Keep your distance if you please. You leave them alone and they’ll leave you but bash them, or crash them, or even just touch, you’ll find that you’ve gone and done too very much. They’ll lash you with vines, envelop you in leaves and then quick as a flash will do as they please. Some they will just fling away, but others will be given no choice but to stay. They’ll open a door and pull you inside and there forever you will then reside.

Now, Jessie Boo, that’s plants and then trees, what other things are there before we arrive. Let’s see now....water! You’ll find some very pretty lakes but be assured that they are fakes. The water might be crystal clear but it is nothing but an illusion, a delusion, for they are full of quicksand that will suck you down and pull you under. Once stuck....well, let’s just say, you’re stuck!

Rivers are few and far between but there are quite a few beautiful streams. Again the water trickles along with a tune and if you should linger, really quite soon you’ll see some very colorful fish. And, I should not warn you but they’ll promise a wish to be granted should you step in to the stream. Don’t be fooled by their beauty for once more it’s a trick and these fish have big appetites and very sharp teeth. Kind of like piranhas, they will soon strip a foot to the bone.

What a bloodthirsty place, you say? You wish that I’d have warned you before. Well, the path is now closed and I’ve slammed the door; you can wander from Wonder if you choose; you only have your life to lose.

The White Queen, she lies sleeping, put under a spell, but the White King can be hard to deal with. Very up and down, manic depressive. If you catch him in between, he’ll be quite rational and so polite, but either of the extremes carry great peril. Best to avoid him if he’s UP or he’s Down.

Since the Queen has been sleeping he spends a lot of time in the company of the Caterpillar. By rights he should have turned long ago in to a butterfly, but there’s never been a sign of a cocoon developing for him any time soon. He’s a clever chap, tricky. Have you heard of the Pooka who will riddle you and trick you into agreeing something you would never have agreed to – well, in my Wonderland, the Caterpillar is the Pooka. Weigh your words with care.

In their realm you’ll be safe unless war is declared. It happens quite often you know, between the royal families of White and Red and when it does you know blood will be shed. The Red Queen is wicked, a right royal witch, and no matter her smile she will just be a bitch. The King, he is ruthless, and he trains the guards, always ensures that they’re ready, at a moment’s notice to march out to war!

Guards made of card, you say? Oh, that’s not here, but in the other Wonderland, let me make that clear. These are nothing short of.....killing machines. The soldiers that fight for both White and for Red don’t bleed and they don’t end up dead. Those that bleed, that give their lives, they are the innocent bystanders, like you.

Like me too? Oh, no, I’m far from being innocent in all of this.

The March Hare is in the dungeon of the Red King. His crime is his color, for white he is and so simply cannot be trusted. Every so often his coat will take on an orange hue, after he has gorged himself on carrots and the King says that he may pardon him. It never seems to happen. I’ve heard rumours that he’s going to try lettuce upon lettuce; if he keeps that up for long enough no doubt that will turn him green.

Now look ahead, do you see the gloom. Hurry now and we’ll be home soon!

What about Cheshire, you ask? Well, you’ve already met. Jessie Boo, turn around and give the nice people your smile!

HE is now SHE; yes, the Hatter is me. But don’t worry, I’m totally crazy.

My name, you ask, a bit too late? You know, it’s really unimportant but I will tell you one thing – it certainly is NOT Alice!


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