Post by sensei on Apr 17, 2003 8:08:52 GMT -5
It's the ultimate literary award at my school, the McCallister (sp?) Award. I'm running down to the office to turn it in right now...
Affairs in the Night
They had been archenemies since they each looked for the first time into the other’s eyes. Hatred, anger, and the undying desire for revenge were the components of the relationship between Roxanne Cannim and Dianaz Pausrus, for each would enjoy nothing more than ending the other’s life. Now is the night they both would achieve their lifelong dream.
The sun set, and the night began. A beautiful young pup walked up a lonely street. As she turned a corner, she saw a long dark shadow cast by the glowing light of a nearby streetlamp.
“Good evening, little girl,” the shadowy figure said coldly to the pup as he backed her into a dark alley. “You’re very pretty,” he growled through his monstrous fangs, then continued, “and I know you’ve got your daddy’s money, too… so hand it all over… now…” The frightened girl began pulling out her pocketbook when a voice shouted from behind the criminal.
“You may not want to do that…” it said, as the owner of the voice stepped out into view. The girl gasped. Her “rescuer” was a very short female. The robber looked her up and down: her sheathed sword at her side, her macho-woman stance, her warrior’s face… thus breaking him up into laughter. He abruptly stopped and looked the fierce adversary right in the eyes.
“You couldn’t stop me if you tried, Cannim,” he said coldly as he lifted her by the neck with one paw and pinned her against the wall.
“I beg to differ!” she shouted as she kicked him in the chin. He dropped her to hold his jaw in pain, allowing her to sweep out his leg, thus sending him to the ground. As he lay there squealing in pain, she jumped up high and landed on him with a thud.
“I’ve seen you around these alleys too often, Dianaz,” she said, baring her large white teeth. “Maybe you’d be more successful pick pocketing in Hell!” She raised her paw to slash his throat, but the girl grabbed it.
“No, Lady Rox, please,” the girl begged, “You’ll be in huge trouble for killing the prince of the Pausrus family.”
“Kill me. I will be a martyr for the obviously greater pack,” Dianaz mumbled to Roxanne. The warrior thought for a moment, looking with disgust at her enemy, then brought down her paw and spat in his face.
“I’ll be back for you later,” she said without emotion as she crawled off of him. He got up and ran away just before Roxanne and the still frightened girl, too, left the scene.
Roxanne slowly opened the door to her house, in an effort not to startle her family. The pup was clinging to the warrior, so as to be protected.
They walked in, but Roxanne abruptly stopped moving, and pushed the small girl behind her. She positioned herself with her sword above her head, poised to attack any intruders.
The window was suddenly shattered as something jumped through it: a huge black figure, bloodstained from the shards of glass. He growled and leapt to attack Roxanne, but she was quicker than he. She thrust her sword through one of his paws, knocking him back, and causing him to cry out in pain. He wailed as he waved his paw, trying to get the sword out, but to no avail. He stopped, pulled the heavy blade out with great might, and tossed it over Roxanne’s head and out the door. Before she could act, he revealed a gun in his uninjured paw.
“Now I win, Cannim,” he said as he put the gun against Roxanne’s head.
“No, Dianaz,” she replied with no apparent fear of death. “For I shall be avenged, and sooner than you may think.”
Dianaz produces an evil grin. “No one will touch Dianaz Pausrus. I win.”
“And I will not lose.” She whispered as she shut her eyes. A shot rang out: Dianaz pulled the trigger.
He dropped the gun, and something tapped him on the shoulder. He whirled around to see the same wealthy girl who had accompanied Roxanne. Tears were flowing down her cheeks.
“She was right, Dianaz,” the girl said, shoving Roxanne’s sword through his chest. He staggered, and then fell to the ground, the sword having impaled him all the way through, and was visibly coming out of his back. Dianaz had fallen.
The young girl stepped away, fearlessly, from Roxanne and Dianaz, and something caught her eye. She looked to see a bright light, reflecting off the bloody tip of the sword. The sun had risen once again.
Well? Think I'll win? I doubt it. The judges for the award prefer poetry... well, we'll see how I do anyway! Wish meh luck!
Affairs in the Night
They had been archenemies since they each looked for the first time into the other’s eyes. Hatred, anger, and the undying desire for revenge were the components of the relationship between Roxanne Cannim and Dianaz Pausrus, for each would enjoy nothing more than ending the other’s life. Now is the night they both would achieve their lifelong dream.
The sun set, and the night began. A beautiful young pup walked up a lonely street. As she turned a corner, she saw a long dark shadow cast by the glowing light of a nearby streetlamp.
“Good evening, little girl,” the shadowy figure said coldly to the pup as he backed her into a dark alley. “You’re very pretty,” he growled through his monstrous fangs, then continued, “and I know you’ve got your daddy’s money, too… so hand it all over… now…” The frightened girl began pulling out her pocketbook when a voice shouted from behind the criminal.
“You may not want to do that…” it said, as the owner of the voice stepped out into view. The girl gasped. Her “rescuer” was a very short female. The robber looked her up and down: her sheathed sword at her side, her macho-woman stance, her warrior’s face… thus breaking him up into laughter. He abruptly stopped and looked the fierce adversary right in the eyes.
“You couldn’t stop me if you tried, Cannim,” he said coldly as he lifted her by the neck with one paw and pinned her against the wall.
“I beg to differ!” she shouted as she kicked him in the chin. He dropped her to hold his jaw in pain, allowing her to sweep out his leg, thus sending him to the ground. As he lay there squealing in pain, she jumped up high and landed on him with a thud.
“I’ve seen you around these alleys too often, Dianaz,” she said, baring her large white teeth. “Maybe you’d be more successful pick pocketing in Hell!” She raised her paw to slash his throat, but the girl grabbed it.
“No, Lady Rox, please,” the girl begged, “You’ll be in huge trouble for killing the prince of the Pausrus family.”
“Kill me. I will be a martyr for the obviously greater pack,” Dianaz mumbled to Roxanne. The warrior thought for a moment, looking with disgust at her enemy, then brought down her paw and spat in his face.
“I’ll be back for you later,” she said without emotion as she crawled off of him. He got up and ran away just before Roxanne and the still frightened girl, too, left the scene.
Roxanne slowly opened the door to her house, in an effort not to startle her family. The pup was clinging to the warrior, so as to be protected.
They walked in, but Roxanne abruptly stopped moving, and pushed the small girl behind her. She positioned herself with her sword above her head, poised to attack any intruders.
The window was suddenly shattered as something jumped through it: a huge black figure, bloodstained from the shards of glass. He growled and leapt to attack Roxanne, but she was quicker than he. She thrust her sword through one of his paws, knocking him back, and causing him to cry out in pain. He wailed as he waved his paw, trying to get the sword out, but to no avail. He stopped, pulled the heavy blade out with great might, and tossed it over Roxanne’s head and out the door. Before she could act, he revealed a gun in his uninjured paw.
“Now I win, Cannim,” he said as he put the gun against Roxanne’s head.
“No, Dianaz,” she replied with no apparent fear of death. “For I shall be avenged, and sooner than you may think.”
Dianaz produces an evil grin. “No one will touch Dianaz Pausrus. I win.”
“And I will not lose.” She whispered as she shut her eyes. A shot rang out: Dianaz pulled the trigger.
He dropped the gun, and something tapped him on the shoulder. He whirled around to see the same wealthy girl who had accompanied Roxanne. Tears were flowing down her cheeks.
“She was right, Dianaz,” the girl said, shoving Roxanne’s sword through his chest. He staggered, and then fell to the ground, the sword having impaled him all the way through, and was visibly coming out of his back. Dianaz had fallen.
The young girl stepped away, fearlessly, from Roxanne and Dianaz, and something caught her eye. She looked to see a bright light, reflecting off the bloody tip of the sword. The sun had risen once again.
Well? Think I'll win? I doubt it. The judges for the award prefer poetry... well, we'll see how I do anyway! Wish meh luck!