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Jackson's Jeep shuddered and gasped on every shaking rumble of the road as the trail twisted through a thick and ancient forest, the path so narrow his Jeep could barely wheeze through.But still he trundled forward. He had a printed map on his knee, along with a copy of the chat log from Sage.When you think you're lost, keep going, Sage said. That's when you'll know you've made it.The instructions had been just as cryptic and smirking as Sage herself. He had only seen a couple pictures of her, most of them blurry, but in every one she looked the same: her amber-colored skin so smooth and touchable. Her dark curly hair impossibly long, like she had never cut it once.
Her smile foxlike and adorable. Her camera was just as bad and scratchy as her mic, but her laugh still made him laugh.
Even the memory of it tugged an automatic smile out of him.It was only all those hours and hours of nonstop talking, back and forth, that brought Jackson out here, folowin a winding, impossible trail of directions. The road had been empty for most of the journey. At first, he had started with a dark car, trailing just behind him.
But then the road veered off and he was alone, chasing an impossible trail.When you get to the fork, take the path that seems to be the wrong direction.Listen for which way the owl cries, and go the opposite way. It only cries in warning.Jackson grimaced imagining what his real life friends would say. All this for just a chance with this girl?But they didn't understand. He met her on a fantasy books server, and she had heard of books he didn't know existed, books he couldn't even find anywhere, and she spoke in accidental poems, and every time her username came online, his whole world brightened.Whatever this was, he told himself, it had to be worth it.Jackson hinged his head back and frowned up at the mountain that stretched overhead. It loomed impossibly tall, disappearing into a dense web of fog. But the edges of the mountain looked.
Blurred somehow.A dusty old trolley sat on a pair of ivy-covered tracks, sitting in the open, yawning mouth of the mountain. The tracks led forward, disappearing into darkness.But the trolley didn't look real. It looked as if it had been cut out of a watercolor painting and pasted into real life. So did the tracks, the mountain.
All of it too unreal to be real.Jackson rubbed his eyes, hard. Wondered if he was going crazy, or maybe this would turn from a funny anecdote into oh hey shit this is how I found out I have a brain tumor.He took out his phone, but it reported back zero bars. No matter how much he tried to call Sage over instant messenger, the call wouldn't go through.Jackson sighed at his dusty Jeep.
Considered going back and giving it all up. Retracing his tracks through the grass. If his mother could have seen him, she would have started yammering about all those crazy assholes on the internet.Deep in the cave, rocks rustled against each other. The telltale whisper of footsteps, drawing closer.Jackson took a nervous half-step toward his car.But the figure that emerged from the cave had a huge bun of dark curly hair. He recognized the smooth line of her shoulders, even now.She hung back, there in the shadows.'
She called out, soft and urgent.' 'You came alone, didn't you?' Jackson nodded. Nerves spun in his stomach. That was her voice, unmistakable.
'Jesus, Sage, why're you hiding in the dark like that? You gonna mug me or something?'
Her familiar nervous laugh rose like the hope in Jackson's belly. Don't freak out.' Sage emerged from the shadows, a butterfly out of her cocoon.Jackson's heart lodged in his throat.She looked like she had been spun up out of pen ink and brush strokes.
Her edges were impressionist, watery. Her clothing was strange, almost modern, but not quite. Her pants were baggy, not-quite-sweats, covered in a swirling oil sheen of clouds that seemed to swirl in place. She was a walking painting.No wonder her webcam settings were so blurry.Jackson tried to wipe the shock off his face, but it stuck like oil. Those huge, painted eyes watered with guilt. I'm from Montania.'
She scoffed under her breath.' I thought you just couldn't spell Montana.' Sage bit back her smirk. She rubbed her arm and leaned against the watercolor opening of the cave. She nodded toward the crumbling trolley. 'Aren't you coming along?'
'What's that?' 'The only way for people like you to see what's on the other side.' 'People like me?' Sage scoffed and gestured down at her painted self.
'You're going to pretend you can't see a difference?' She clambered aboard the trolley and leaned out the opening, that easy, familiar smile falling on her face. You didn't come all this way to stand outside and stare, did you?' Something crunched in the forest behind him.
A deer or a moose or something. Jackson stared back into the trees for a long, reluctant second before he ventured forward. He gripped the edge of the trolley door and leaned in.The floor had sunken into the earth, and weeds and wildflowers grew up between the old floorboards of the trolley. The seats had torn and molded, and little sprouts of green shoots teased up through the torn fabric. The driver's seat was empty, the wheel sagging against the rotten dash.Sage stood on the lower step.
Grinning down at him.Jackson's belly lifted as he realized just how close her nose was to his. This up close, her skin had an oil-paint texture. He fought the urge to reach out and touch her.She smiled. 'Are you going to stand there forever,' she said, 'or are you coming?' 'This is weird, Sage. Even for you.' 'Follow me down the end of the tunnel,' she said, 'and I'll show you something magical.'
Jackson hesitated. He looked back the way he had come.
How easy it would be to turn around and go home and pretend all of this was an impossible fever dream.But the tunnel ahead called to him like a void.He stepped onto the trolley beside her.Sage squealed and threw her arms around his neck in a quick hug. The touch of her skin was cool and kissing as walking through fog. 'I can't believe this is real!' 'Me either,' he admitted, breathlessly.'
If they found out I let an outsider in.' She shook his head and held him at arm's length. 'But we don't have to worry about that, do we?' Jackson said, trying to laugh. He stared down the black tunnel.
'What's even down there?' 'On your side?
A hot wall of rock. A firecracker smile lit her eyes.
But as he stepped up onto the trolley, it came back to life in a hot shower of color. It knitted itself together again, like time had never touched it. The floor reappeared under the bristles of an invisible paintbrush.
A painted driver appeared suddenly behind the wheel, looking surprised. He had a face ancient as a rock, just as plain but colorful. He ran his hand across the dash as the trolley straightened up and shook off the dust like a dog shaking off a soaking wet coat.'
Oh,' he said, 'and who do we have here?' 'A friend, Maurice,' Sage told him, confidently.
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She reached back and squeezed Jackson's fingers.' A living friend?
That'll go over like oil and water.' 'It's so weird, you know. I didn't actually ask for your opinion.' 'You're 'bout to hear everyone's opinions, whether you're ready for it or not, lass.'
Maurice narrowed his eyes at Jackson. 'And did you bring your fare, boy?' Jackson opened and shut his mouth. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled five dollar bill. 'Is that enough?' The driver scoffed. 'That won't do it.'
Sage scowled. 'Don't be a tight-ass, Maurice.' 'You and I both know it's non-negotiable.
It costs one soul to get through, no special treatment. No matter who you're friends with.'
The driver gave Sage a sharp look.' Jackson repeated.Sage waved him off. 'You'll get it back.'
Before Sage could answer, the driver sighed in exasperation. 'And who,' he said, 'is that?' Jackson turned to see that streak of black in the trees. That black car that had been following him. The one he thought disappeared around a bend.Guilt pitched in his belly.Sage passed him a knifing look. 'Did you tell anyone?'
'Of course not.' Even when it sounded serial killery, he came alone. Told no one.Maurice whistled low and started the trolley's engine. The streetcar shuddered, belching out clouds of watery oil paint fumes. 'Looks like you have more friends than you realized.'
The car halted in the trees, deep in the shadows. The men who emerged from it were wearing black suits. Carrying guns.' Those aren't friends of mine,' Sage spat.The driver sighed. 'Looks like we're in for a bumpy ride.' At first, I thought it was a typo.
But soon enough, it was impossible to ignore. That’s where Amelia said she lived. I finally gathered up courage and asked her about it straight up. She was evasive but she did confirm that Montania was the right spelling. I looked at the maps, looked it up on google but nothing.
There was sign of this place existing but that’s where she claimed to live.Soon enough it became kind of a running joke. I would keep calling her out on it. She would send me pictures of boards across her town with the name clearly showing. One of those pictures was the “Welcome to Montania: Utopia lives here” sign. I had never realized how big a part of my life she had become.
But when she asked me if I wanted to visit, I jumped at the offer.I had a bunch of ELs piling up anyways and I didn’t really have any family that would need me to visit. Also the realization that I hadn’t left my city in almost six years left me a bit dazed.
Back when I was a young fellow I had dreams of travelling the country and even the world. Now my life was going from home to work and then back to home. I was stuck in the place and needed a change.So I sent an email to my manager, responded to his next two rejections and finally planned out my holiday. She was ecstatic on hearing I’d be coming.
I felt butterflies in my stomach. I hadn’t even seen her face but somehow I just felt good about the whole thing. I knew that my life would never be the same again.She had given me proper directions. I was to ride the 1:05 pm 505 streetcar right to the end and once there close my eyes and just sit there. Only the 1:05 streetcar would do.“And this will get me to Montania?” I typed.The little typing dots seemed to go on forever.Finally.Only one way to find out.
I’m looking forward to your visit.There were two people in the streetcar with me. I glanced at them. When they kept sitting even we were at the last station, I gave them a knowing smile. The nodded back and smiled. It looked like we were heading to the same place.We closed our eyes and waited.
I wasn’t sure what to expect. Some movement.
Some change in the smell or the sounds. But there nothing. At least at first.
She had warned me that if I opened my eyes it wouldn’t work. So when I first smelt flowers, I was tempted.
I was in the middle of a damn concrete jungle. There were no flowers here.
Only thorns.When twenty minutes were up, I opened my eyes.She wore a long floating dress. She wore an old fashioned hat as well. She smiled and thats when I realized. I’d have gone to the end of the earth if she had asked me to.She had a bottle of water with her which she offered me. As I took the bottle from her I realized that I was extremely thirsty.“How did you.”“I’ve made this trip plenty of times, Shawn. I know.” She gave me a smile that was like the first bloom of a summer rose.That was also when I realized that I was sweating.“Holy shit.
How is it so warm? It’s December.”“Remember Shawn, this is utopia. It’s always summer here.”“Very funny.” I removed my heavy jacket and scarf and also unbuttoned the top few buttons.“It’s the truth. Let’s go.”She turned around and led me out of the tiny station. I looked at her car and tried to figure out what it was. Some brand called Silver.
I’d never heard of it or seen the logo.“That’s a nice car.”“Thanks!”“It’s super quiet. Is it electric?”“Not exactly. You guys don’t have it on your side yet.”“Our side?”“There’s time enough for explanations later. For now, I’m just glad I get to put a face to the person I’ve been.
Talking to for such a long time.”That pause. A hint of red in her cheeks. A tendril of hope in my heart. Was such a thing even possible?We passed the “Welcome to Montania: Utopia lives here” sign. So it was real? I had so many questions.We passed through a small town as she gave me quick explanations.“That’s the shopping complex. All of us make our own things.
What we can’t, we just give to the complex and whoever needs it can go pick it up there?”“Wait wait. So there is no actual shopping there?”She grinned. Everything is free.”“Holy shit, this actually is utopia.”“I told you. That’s the doctors office. Most of us have been blessed with good health by our you know, god.
Unless you break the rules, we are always healthy.”“I don’t understand. It’s always summer. Everything is free. You’re never sick?”“Sounds about right.”She pulled into the driveway of a small cottage.
It was a charming little house with a nice garden. Roses were blooming up front.“Your house?”“My house.”“So you live here with your family? Like mom, dad, boyfriend. Or something?”She smiled at me. “Just me and my brother.”“James.”“Yes! He’ll be so happy to meet you.
He’s never talked to a person from the other side.”“I’m really hoping all of this is real. As tough as it is for me to believe this isn’t some elaborate trip, i really hope this is real.”“Oh that reminds me! You mentioned you’d like to try out some weed, right? You said you’d never had it. I went to the shopping complex earlier and got some. We’ll try it out tonight.”“It’s legal here?”“Everything is legal here. There are very few rules.”“Like what?”Her face clouded up a little.
“Well the number one rule is No Blasphemy.”“Wait a minute. That’s an actual rule?
Like you can’t shittalk god or something?”“Shawn, please. That’s the one rule everyone has to follow. Ours is not a loving and merciful god.
Ours is a vengeful god.”“Well you’re in a utopia. I don’t see how bad he could be.”. Well now, this doesn't make a lick of sense. Though Brian often thought those words, he felt them particularly true now.The cobblestone street.
That made sense. The yellow-white sun in the sky. That made sense. The streetcar under him.
That made sense. Brain could swear he was losing his mind, because those were the only things that made sense.The cobblestone carrying the streetcar seemed suspended in the air, and Brian could not see the ground. He looked behind and to the side, still no ground. Brian decided he would check again in a minute just in case the ground sneaks up on him.The sky, too, wasn't the color it was supposed to be.
Maybe it was later than Brian imagined for it was far too pink and orange — he did have a bad habit of losing himself in thought.In the distance Brian could finally make out a small train station looking structure. As he approached, it rotated to meet and take him in and as his street car entered the station, Brian saw green lanterns fixed to the insides. Those lanterns looked quite similar to the ones hanging from inside his streetcar.' Your location code sir.' The request came from a slightly disgruntled man dressed not unlike a butler, standing on a small, glowing rock that bobbed ever so slightly in the air to Brian's right.That's no way to speak to a customer, Brian thought to himself as he fumbled for the paper in his coat pocket. I wonder if I should ask for his manager, the Missus always does.' 504, 17th, Sylvia in Hand, Montania.'
The butler rolled his eyes before shouting '504, 17 IN HAND!' And clapped his hand.'
My good man, there is no need to yell' is what Brian would have responded if he did not find himself rocketing from the station at a speed far more appropriate for an object trying to leave Earth's atmosphere than a street car.Brian tried wiping the tears streaming from his eyes but resigned to keeping them closed. Eventually, the streetcar did stop, and Brian did step off.' Is that you?!' Matteus, while a bit eccentric, was quite an entertaining character to talk to, which was the only reason Brian made the trek to visit in the first place.' Why, you took your sweet time getting here, my friend' Matteus continued, clapping Brian's shoulder.'
You simply must explain to me again how you managed to get a ship inside that bottle of yours. When I saw your post online, I tried to replicate what you did for longer than I'd care to admit.
I've already ruined several ships trying to get them the right size.' Before Brian could get his bearings or respond, Matteus led him inside his cottage. Was this cottage here a moment ago?
And that rather large, greenly lit lamppost in the middle of this.island? Ah, they must be like the cobblestone. I really should make a point to check my surroundings, it wouldn't do to get lost. The Missus would have my head.
Monica is amazing, except when she goes offline.Five lines over twelve minutes, rows of shocked and laughing-out-loud emojis, “oh my gosh!' ,'You had a terrible date” and then 'Be right back.' That was 20 minutes ago and I wrote a wall of text in the meantime. She's not coming back.
The circle next to her Discord profile picture - leaping wingless red dragon with crossed-out eyes and hind legs held together on the ground and front legs stretched in the air - is gray, with a black dot in the middle.I turn the computer screen off, hit the back of my chair with my elbow, and bury my head in the headrest. The chat lines won't change by themselves no matter how many times I press alt-tab. Aron Lewis is singing “Turn the page” in my headphones as I try to kill the memories of a bad day.Downstairs, Tony, Lara, and Sonya are still watching Tiger King. When will they leave? I need food!Freaking popcorn. And Sonya.I didn't know that Sonya has been trying to get my attention until Tony, Lara's boyfriend and a guy I share a student apartment with told me that Lara told him that Sonya told her that she thinks I'm hot. Twenty minutes later, he totally persuaded me to hook up with Sonya.
Dumb.So now, in the middle of the pandemic, the four of us decided to do a small social anti distancing get together at our place. Dumber.It was supposed to be easy. While Tony and Lara are watching the show, I’d call Sonya to the kitchen, initiate a doubletalk while we make popcorn, and a tense moment later I’d move closer, and - still gazing at her eyes - I’d lean forward, close my eyes and we’d kiss. And it would have totally worked and right now - 9:16 pm - we’d all be watching Tiger King, my arm around her waist, a bowl of buttery popcorn in her lap.Except, it didn’t happen like that. We were in the kitchen.
She leaned forward. I was eating popcorn, totally not into her.Monika was right. Sonya is a like a Duplo block.
I'm more like a Lego, wanting to form stronger connections. We don’t match.Sonya was in the middle of the kiss. I was in the middle of a bite. Then the incident happened. I apologized, but at that point, it was all over so I went to the bedroom and pinged Monika on discord.And now, twelve minutes later the discord girl who I’ve seen just photos of, who lives two time zones away in a state whose name she can’t pronounce is offline and it bothers me.It bothers me because we talk about everything, and we talk all the time. Contemporary literature, gardening, which beverage goes best with hibachi stakes, favorite movies, and really shitty ones, English medieval history, you pick a subject, we talked about it. Ideas and dreams, fears and hopes and things that make us happy and moments in life so embarrassing we wouldn’t tell anyone, we talk about all that.Her favorite topics are dragons and steampunk.
The stories she tells about dragons and machines, kings and queens and airships that blot out the sky, ancient wars, and the current ones too- her stories are absolutely amazing. That photo of her in a tight leather corset and tophat with Victorian-style goggles holding a boomstick, badass bring on her face - she’s 10/10. A girl that’s into dragons and steampunk? Just wow.Obviously, we talk about love and relationships too, but it’s a touchy subject. She’s single. But she lives so far away, in Montana, which she regularly mistypes as Montania. She is stuck there for reasons.
I get it, I’m stuck in Folkton for educational reasons. But that’s about as much as I know about her real-life location. Don’t ask, don’t tell. I’m okay with that. Except when I can’t reach her. When I’m hiding under headphones.
And gazing at the dead screen.Freaking popcorn.I’m a loser, that’s the thing. Monika is unreal. She’s too good to be true, a fantasy I think about after a failed hookup.Discord pings.Except, not. She's real and one hundred percent my missing Lego piece.“Sorry, had to hang up,' her message says. 'Jason, I’m in trouble.
I need your help. Can you help me?”“Sure,” I type. “What’s wrong?”“Can’t talk about it online. I’m in Folkton.”“Wow! How?”“Can you meet me at a tram station at the crossing of 6th and Dory in 20 min?
I’ll explain when we meet.”9:28 pm.“Okay.”“Cya.”“Yeah. That station is kinda close to my apartment, you know-”She went offline before I press the return key.Okay. Part 2 (b/c length)I sneak out of the apartment unnoticed, swerve onto a narrow road that is a shortcut to the tram station and start running.At 9:50 pm, I tap my phone at the tram station, panting and sweating like a pig in my leather jacket, my back leaning against the glass wall of the empty tram stop, mind racing faster than the speed of light.This is crazy, what am I doing?“You’re late,” says a woman, forming in front of me out of thin air like a demon made of smoke.She looks just like on the photo. Tight black leather pants, an overbust crimson corset with two rows of shiny golden buttons on the front and a dark red neck shrug, and a wide brim burgundy top hat on her head.
Strung across her face are Victorian-style goggles, polished copper frames glistening under the street lamp.Monica.“That’s not cool!” I yell. ”What the fuck- That’s not- How did you- Where did you come from?!”“Shut up, Jason. We don’t have time for this.”“My name is actually Rick.”She freezes. She tilts her head sideways, opens her mouth, her eyebrows rising in shock and hand pointed at me.“Jason is my middle name. I just use it for Discord.” I give her a half-shrug. “I go by Rick.”She clos.
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