My take on a choose your own adventure story.

Motel Knights

I remember one time I slept on a retired aircraft carrier for a couple of

days. I went exploring it and got lost in the depths of the inner city

of it. There were no lights down there except my flashlight, and I

found decks of cards thrown all over the floor. It was creepy hearing

the creaking and swaying of the ship. Then I came to an exit, which

lead to a catwalk on the side of the ship. Nothing but rusted stairs

keeping me from falling down 30 feet to the water. I made my way up

to the deck among the post World War II remnants...

Advance to: chp. 2 Ghost pilot on deck or Chp 5. Benny loses big time?

Chp. 5 Benny looses big time

After making my way to the deck, I found that our tour bus was leaving,

so our stay on the aircraft carrier New Hampshire was over. Our next stop

would be five hours away, in a small town called Silverton. Silverton is

known for its late nineteen century silver mines, which sparked the great

folklorist battle of Benny and Phillips. The tale states that Benny was

running the mines east of the Chattooga River when Phillips moved into

town. Phillips wasn't a miner, but he knew where the money was to be had.

Having already won large sums of money in the previous town with his gambling

he decided to open his own casino in Silverton. One night, Benny and his wife

decided to stop into the casino and Benny loses big time...

Advance to: Chp 6. The lost treasure of Benny or Chp 11. Hot dogs in paradise

Chp 11. Hot dogs in paradise

"Wow that was a close one!"  I said.  Jenny threw again, missing the balloon on the wall.  Jenny was a sweet nineteen year old girl whose uncle died and left her money to take this trip after she graduated high school.  Pop!  "Oh you hit one Jenny, that’s great!" I yelled.  She lifted her hook and pointed towards the stuffed monkey holding a banana, "I’ll take that monkey sir."   Jenny had lost a hand in a trampoline accident when she was fourteen and that’s why it took her longer to finish school.  We had met on this trip, but I hadn’t really spoken to her until her excitement for the carnival eased me into conversation.  I was taking this trip to try and find the part of myself that had been missing, so I wasn’t here to make friends, but Jenny seemed like a nice girl, and I got to admit, the hook on her left hand held a mystery to me.  "I’ll hold the monkey for you Jenny," I said, as we walked around the carnival.  It was a hot day and the breeze blowing in from the coast reminded me of one night I spent eating hot dogs at the Paradise Café, out on Navy Pier…

Advance to: Chp 12. The Paradise Cafe incident or Chp14. Held up in Smoke Town

Chp 12. The Paradise Cafe incident

It was early, one late summer evening when I decided to take a stroll out to Navy Pier.  I had heard of an event that had drawn a lot of news:  The Paper Airplane Contest.  I had heard about this kid from Toronto who had created—what the papers called aerodynamic genius—a paper plane that could fly for over thirty minutes.  I had to see this.  On my way down the pier I could see, what looked like a business man’s briefcase emptied into the air.  There were so many paper planes in the air that I could not determine how they could judge such complexity.  After about an hour, I decided I would grab a hot dog at the Paradise Café, which stood at the end of the pier.  I took the Chicago style dog, in which the mustard is applied before the wiener is laid upon the bun.  The problem with this style is,  that sometimes the bottom of the buns rip and the mustard drops on your shirt or, in general, is just a complete mess of pure ecstasy.  I usually grab a few napkins to prevent this and this time wasn’t an exception.  With my hot dog, I walked to the edge of the pier so I could view the planes flying when all of a sudden a gust of wind almost knocked me over but instead ripped the napkins from my hands and lifted them into the air, crashing into the contestant’s planes and causing them to fall into Lake Michigan.  With this I noticed children yelling and pointing at me, while large men began moving towards my direction and that’s when I decided to…                                                                        

 Advance to:  Chp 13. Blame it on Reagan or Chp 16.  Motel Knights