CC.com Progressive Pulp-Action Novel

[JayB]

It had been a long time. A long-time indeed. Ron cinched down his figure-8 with a brisk tug, chalked up, and exhaled one last time. How long had it been since the incident on the Condor Wall? 12, 13 years? So much had changed, but for reasons that he couldn't quite explain, after lying awake with scenes from the past scrolling across the back of his eyelids for hour after hour, he found himself prying open the chest that he'd entombed in the darkest corner of the attic so many years before. The scent of the rope, the dull clang of the carabiners - suddenly it all came back.

 

Now here he was, staring up at his old nemesis from so many years before. He took one last look across the valley, set his hand within the gnawing countours of the crack, and........"

[olyclimber]

and then he awoke from his dream. Drats! Still in the bloody, gooey belly of the tauntaun, which had grown cool during his slumber. "Why am I doing this to myself?" "Am I still in the 7-11 parking lot?" Ron's mind went around in circles. It had been a while since he had ran out of his meds.

[cj001f]

Thankfully he still had that picture of Rachel Babkirk nicely folded between Marx and Hayek. He lovingly unfolded it and dreamed of sunshine, prana tops and smiff rock.

[catbirdseat]

"Oh!", he thought. It wasn't really a tauntaun, but the puddle formed from a spilled Big Gulp. He'd slipped and hit his head.

[fear_and_greed]

It had been a long time. A long-time indeed. Ron cinched down his figure-8 with a brisk tug, chalked up, and exhaled one last time. How long had it been since the incident on the Condor Wall? 12, 13 years? So much had changed, but for reasons that he couldn't quite explain, after lying awake with scenes from the past scrolling across the back of his eyelids for hour after hour, he found himself prying open the chest that he'd entombed in the darkest corner of the attic so many years before. The scent of the rope, the dull clang of the carabiners - suddenly it all came back.

 

Now here he was, staring up at his old nemesis from so many years before. He took one last look across the valley, set his hand within the gnawing countours of the crack, and........"

......rubbed the belly of his personal baby jesus. Now it was time to shake off those demons once and for all. This is the spot that Charlie died he thought as he twisted an ice screw in. The solid placement was as reassuring to him as his big brothers infectious laughter. A snaking trail of spindrift enveloped him from far above the coulouir. Damn it man, get moving! The first rays of sun are starting to probe the upper reaches of the 2000m face.

As he planted his ice tool and began to move higher, there was a tremendous roar from above as......

[catbirdseat]

We're gonna lure out old Beck with this one. He can't resist.