The Voice Inviting Me Away

Hey everyone,
I'll be putting a story up here soon. Right now it won't let me for some reason, because I'm tripping some filter that thinks I'm trying to put a link up here, even though all it is is text and BBCode, so it might be a while before I can put it up here. I'll try, though. Maybe I can do an excerpt?

"Daddy... why do you want to move so bad?"
"Because my boss at work wants to give me a new job. I'll make lots more money, and we can be happy, and forget about all the sad things that we're going to leave behind."
"You mean, forget about Mommy?"
"Of course not! We're going to take all the pictures with us! Even her special pillow is going to be at the top of the couch when we move!"
"Let me think about it, Dad."
"Heh, alright. Ready to go to bed, son?"

...

1 week later...
United Airlines flight 287 to Vancouver is now boarding.

"Ready to go, son?"

Yes, I can. Hope you enjoyed it. Full chapter 1 coming (complete with logo!) when I can.


EDIT: Can anyone tell me why it won't let me post my story? It says that I can't post external links or emails, yet there isn't anything remotely like a link or email anywhere. No @ signs, no .com's, and no http's. Just a lot of text and BBCode. If needed, the amount of characters in the story (Chapter 1) is 4,646 with the BBCode.

"Shi-it, that stings..."
"Come on now, Derek. If you were in the army, anyone within earshot of you would be laughing their asses off! Tough it out, kid."

Kind of hard to do when you've got some hard-ass army general sewing you back together with strands of nylon rope... I hate Vancouver...
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2 months earlier...

"Derek! Derek Jacobs! I've heard a lot about you, son!"
"Yep, I... guess you have... erm, wha-"
"So, Derek! Did Molly tell you about the new position you're being offered yet?"
"Wha-?! A new position? No, she-"
"Good! I get to break the news to 'ya ma'self. Yep, we're offering you a top position in the Vancouver office. Head programmer! You get to do your dream job, work with people and design the Vancouver office's website. How's that sound?"
"Well I-"
"Did I mention a big pay raise? Say 6 figures! We're offering $120,000 at full. Interested, big guy?"
"I don't know, I've got family here, and I-"
"Aw, Billy!"
"My kid?"
"Yeah, your kid silly! Billy will love Vancouver!"
"Well, it's a new country, and the weather isn't as nice as Atlanta, and Billy'd have to change schools..."
"He's 7 years old! He'll barely remember this place!"
"No, I thin-"
"So, tell me, you interested or what?"
"Let me talk it over with my family. I'll get back to you?"
"Sounds great, Derek! Hey, here's my home number. Call me around 4:30 in the 'noon if you want to catch be before the wife gets home!"
"Alright, thank you sir. I'll-I'll get back to you."
"Heh, hah. Alright kid!"

What a prick.
Seven years at that place and all he's ever done is stop me in the middle of my sentences, and belch out some words in his unintelligible damn southern twang. Dude needs to lose some weight... Ah, well. I can't wait to see my kid.
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"Moving? Daddy, I don't wanna!"
"Hey, hey, hey... It's going to be great! Daddy'll make even more money, and I'll be able to get you that bike you wanted!"
"Daddy, you said you'd never leave our house after Mommy died in it! You said *sniff* we'd keep it forever!"

Aw, great... what a downer. God, I miss her...

"Daddy... why do you want to move so bad?"
"Because my boss at work wants to give me a new job. I'll make lots more money, and we can be happy, and forget about all the sad things that we're going to leave behind."
"You mean, forget about Mommy?"
"Of course not! We're going to take all the pictures with us! Even her special pillow is going to be at the top of the couch when we move!"
"Let me think about it, Dad."
"Heh, alright. Ready to go to bed, son?"
"Will you read me a story, Dad?"
"Sure. What do you want to read?"
"How about... Calvin and Hobbes! Calvin and Hobbes!"
"Alright, let me get the book."
"Yay!"
"Ahem. "Calvin, are you sure this is going to work?" "Of course, Hobbes. It never fails!..."
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1 week later...
United Airlines flight 287 to Vancouver is now boarding.

"Ready to go, son?"
"Alright, Dad. Wait, can I go to the bathroom first?"
"We're going to miss the flight, you can't yet. After we take off, okay?"
"Awww... alright. Hrmph."

...

The captain has turned the "Fasten Seatbelt" sign off. You are free to move about the cabin.

"Finally! Can I go now, Dad?"
"Sure. Be careful, and don't talk to anyone you don't know."
"Ugh, I know, Dad!"

Hm. Maybe some peace and quiet for a few minutes...
I wonder who's throwing up? I hope it isn't Billy. I better check...

"Oh my God!"
"What the..."

What's wrong with that guy?[i]

[i]"I wouldn't approach him if I were you!"

"Everyone, please stay clear. I'm a licensed paramedic, let me take care of thi-AAGH!"

That guy just bit him!

"What do you think you're doing?"

Holy shit, he's trying to bite me too.

"Agh! You frickin' bit me!"

"Mnnggh... GWHRAAAAAAGGH!!"

"What the fu-GET OFF OF ME!"

"Captain, this is Jenny, we've got some sort of emergency! It's like the guy that was on the bath salts!"
"Woah, woah, woah. What are you talking about, Jenny?"
"You know, the guy who ate the dude's face- you know what, we need to land!"
"I can't just land the plane, Jenny. You know tha- hey, Jack, what're you doing? Dude, you don't look so good. What's wrong? What are you doing? Hey, hey hey hey! AGH!"
"Captain? Captain?! Ahh!"

Holy shit, what the hell just happened? Are we landing already? No, this is too steep for a landing, something's wrong...



TO BE CONTINUED...
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