The Encounter of the Threshold

I quite liked the thing I did yesterday, ya know with the picture and the story and the whatnot? So I was thinking, and what great thoughts they were, that today I shall take 2 random words, type them into Google images, pick an image from the first page, and then write a story about it! Marvelous, I know. So how shall I go about choosing the 2 words? For the first one how about I point randomly at my English homework that I've just finished and what ever word I land on shall be my first word... The first word is "encounter" pretty exciting, huh? And for the second word I shall pick a word from the first document in my documents folder... The oh so random second word shall be "threshold". Okay! now to find the picture and let the story proceed...

In a world called Bluesockland there lives a group of brave people who spend most of their time finding ominous and mysterious looking places and then proceed to stand in them and try their best to absorb all the creepy glows and oddly fogged shadows. Sounds pretty darn fun, right? Right. Oh! And I almost forgot to mention that these people, let's call them Sockeys, look exactly like humans except for one small thing. They all have lights protruding from the top of their heads. Pretty intriguing I must say! So one day, the wife of the president of Bluesockland was wanting to do more than host dinner parties for the Prime Minister of Redsockland, or make phony small talk with the Greensockland's Chief of Staff, so she decided to leave the Blue House and go find an eerie place to ponder. So she got in her super special secret hover craft and took off into the night. (At least I think it was night... It could've been mid-day) She knew exactly the place to go, she had passed by it many-a-time on her long walks along the edge of town. It was a tiny island in the middle of the Bluesockland river that was covered in sand but had one gigantic rock raising higher than the tallest skyscraper in Yellowsockland, which was known for it's wonderfully tall buildings. She turned on the submarine feature of her hovercraft and dived down. Under the river's surface she saw a rare Duck-billed Fauxipaux (which is kind of like a Seahorse but really big with a Lion's tail, and of course a Duck-bill) and she was just about to run out of fuel when she resurfaced and was at the massive rock's threshold. She put on her "No-noise shoes", which she had just gotten in the mail yesterday, on and crept inside. In all her memory she had never smelled such a smell, but if she was absolutely forced to describe it, which I'm doing now, she'd have to say it smelled sort of like someone took precisely 3 cinnamon sticks, dipped then in homemade vanilla frosting, sprinkled orange and purple sprinkles on them and then baked them for 15 and a half minutes. Yeah. That sounds about right. So once inside the aforementioned massive cave, she took a few steps back, took a deep breath, placed her hands on her hips, and took it all in.

Now wasn't that just fantastic?