[this is from my 100 word stories collection. if you get it, i love you]
Scott sends me to a flat in London.
What a bloody mess. Smashed rum bottles, cracker crumbs, a shelf with a slew of books. I pull one out at random; it’s splotched with blood and the cover informs that the magic word is “Yoho!”
Pirates. I should have known. Damn you, Scott.
Against my better judgment, I mutter “Yoho!” and woosh, I’m on a beach, in view of a pirate ship. I sigh. I know that somewhere between the stinking pirates and buried treasure there’s going to be a dark cave.
I’m likely to be eaten by a grue.