Message from the Metaverse to Three Word Wednesday

1 Dec


This is not fiction. I’m reasonably sure it’s not fiction, but the lines between what we call real and unreal get blurrier each day.

It started like every morning. I was preparing to chain myself to my desk and get some real writing done. I had purchased a new writing desk to inspire me and was dragging the box into my office when a message popped up on my laptop.

“How are you today?”

I didn’t recognize the name attached to the IM and sorry to say can’t recall it now. If your brain had to twist itself around the kind of experiences I was in for, you’d forget a name or two as well. Anyway. I responded to the message with the usual pleasantry, something like “fine” or “lovely” and waited for the fellow to expand on why he was getting in touch. He didn’t. After a long pause I asked where I knew him from.

“We’ve never met, but I have a problem only you can help me with.”

Another long pause. Clearly he was working up to asking something big. I gave another nudge. “Okay…”

“I was repositioning my building and your tiger gut stuck under the foundation. Could you please come and remove it?”

I don’t know how you accidentally get a tiger stuck in your foundation, but knowing Ean I was fairly sure it was his fault, poor thing. “I’ll be right there, can you tp(teleport) me?”

Now, I know you’re thinking this has to be fiction, but I don’t think so. Really. Stick with me and you’ll see. You can’t make stuff like this up.

A teleport offer popped up on the screen and my viewer poofed me to the guy’s location which turned out to be right next door to my Passionate Reads Cafe. The owner of the structure turned quickly away when I materialized. I’d slipped into the skin and clothing of the character I was going to write about just before I unpacked the desk, so I had on a black suit skirt and jacket and Allie’s long silky black hair instead of my usual cascade of red curls. The blouse was a crisp business white, but what had him turning away was the disheveled rumpled effect, the skirt askew, a tear in the side, a missing button on the blouse revealing a lacy black bra underneath. I looked like a woman called away from an intimate and rather hot encounter. It was too late to change, so I soldiered on, pretending there was nothing unusual about my attire.

Ean was indeed wedged under the foundation of a large industrial looking structure, his back half hanging out and his tale twitching in agitation. I attached a dematerializing beam with a click of my mouse and Ean was transferred to safety. I then sat through a brief pitch to sell me a telephone system. See, this has to be real. What fiction would include a sales pitch here? Not mine!

I eventually returned to my office and unpacking the desk. The instruction sheet began with a thank you for my purchase and suggested I visit a certain location to pick up free manacles to go with the desk. Now usually when I say I’m going to chain myself to my desk, I’m speaking metaphorically. The play on that metaphor intrigued me. I had to check it out before I got down to the business of writing. Recalling my attire, I stripped down to bra and panties, snatched the first packing box labeled shorts (I just moved here and my life is still in boxes)and picked a nice crop top to go with. When I turned around, I saw a neighbor pacing back and forth on his deck, directly across from my window. Now, I’d been here a month and the houses around me were always empty so I hadn’t bothered with putting up curtains yet. I shrugged it off, told myself he probably didn’t see me change and beamed to the location of the promised manacles. As it turned out, the costume change wasn’t needed. I materialized in a beach locker room that insisted I must disrobe before proceeding onto the nude only, female-only beach.

Okay, I have nothing against other people going nude, but me? I peaked under the door — it sat high like the doors on bathroom stalls. The promised manacles were in a display box under a tree a few feet way. All I had to do was slip out of my clothes, run over, grab them, and run back. So I did. Ok, I couldn’t resist going swimming in between those steps.


Once again back at my place, I really was going to sit down and write. Movement out the window caught my eye, the neighbor was still on his deck, pacing, stopping occasionally to glance at my place. I thought I should probably introduce myself to the first neighbor to show up in a month. I invited him over. After small talk he showed me how he could shapeshift into a werewolf. Now that was just too cool. He was a magnificent wolf and when he invited me to meet his pack…well, who could resist? He took me to a club in a werewolf city, hopped up on a platform with a pole and started to dance.

“Right click,” he said. I clicked my mouse and he morphed into a built guy wearing only a g-string.

He laughed. “I meant right-click the pole.”

“Sorry about your clothes,” I said. I really wasn’t that sorry about the demise of his outfit — the new view was …inspiring– but I figured it was the polite thing to say.

I clicked on the dance pole and after a brief view of tilting ceiling, then tilting floor, I was up on a stage pole dancing with a werewolf. Who knew there was such a thing as couples pole dancing? A lady wearing a skimpy black latex outfit, drifted by and slapped me on the butt. The werewolf kissed my toes when I propped my foot on his shoulder. Superman swooped in and took a seat at the foot of the stage. I promised myself I’d get back to that new writing desk in the morning. Good thing I picked up those chains.


The next morning I dropped by the Passionate Reads Internet Cafe for coffee to revive me while I worked on a new blog post, but a quick check of email revealed there was the matter of that programming class I’d signed up for. I’ll blog just as soon as that’s over, I decided. The class was taught by a demon with 3 horns and was attended by, among other beings, a small dragon and a talking dog. I learned to make a box, make it fly, and make it spin in circles. I’m still trying to master making it stop spinning. The demon said programmers are wizards, code is the spell you cast, and this is your first lesson in making magic. I wish she’d been around to teach my C++ class in college. I might have given it more effort.

Nope, didn’t make it back to the writing desk that day either. So you see why the blog has been a little lean lately. I’m all moved in over at the new place and determined not to let werewolves and demons lure me from my desk– not too often anyway.

I know you’re thinking this is one of those dog-ate-my-homework tales. But it’s true. I’ve set up housekeeping in the Metaverse and if you need to see to believe you’re all welcome to pop in and see me anytime. If you need any help getting there, just IM or tweet. On Yahoo messenger I’m nara_malone and it’s on twitter.


This post was written as a contribution to Three Word Wednesday, by an avatar typing at a computer made of pixels, in a cafe made of pixels, and posted to a blog via Internet in the real world. Nara Malone believes she’s the author of this post — fairly certain.


9 Responses to “Message from the Metaverse to Three Word Wednesday”

  1. M David December 1, 2010 at 1:55 pm #

    Very, very interesting. It looks like I’ll have to learn how to navigate your world. Please check your email.

  2. mark December 1, 2010 at 5:07 pm #


  3. ThomG December 1, 2010 at 7:03 pm #

    This was such a mind-twist. I loved it, seriously.

  4. Angel December 1, 2010 at 8:10 pm #

    That was quite interesting.

  5. Jae Rose December 2, 2010 at 8:44 am #

    Fantastic stuff – took us to a whole other world and I’m not quite sure what’s real or not which is always good! The graphic art is superb as well..thanks for your visit..Jae

  6. gautami tripathy December 2, 2010 at 10:44 am #

    So very intriguing!

    snowed out

  7. Tibby Armstrong December 2, 2010 at 10:51 am #

    Nara! I’m impressed that you caught on to SL so quickly. You know how to do things I’ve never done, and I’ve been wandering around in-world for years!

    I’m sorry I haven’t stopped by for a visit. 1st Life has me running until the end of final exams. I’ll catch you in the Metaverse soon!

    Tibby Armstrong/London Clowes (in SL)

  8. Sumit Sarkar December 4, 2010 at 9:34 am #

    I loved you writing very much… 🙂
    and you have definitely used the prompts well…

  9. pia December 4, 2010 at 11:36 am #

    Wow! So many twists and turns!!! Fascinating story

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