Post by Starfire on Dec 10, 2009 22:10:53 GMT -5
This is a short story I was required to do in my English class. The prompt was to write a one to two page story about conflict. My teacher read it, then said, "Wow, this makes me want to read a book about it. Have you ever thought about being a writer?" On the actual paper, she wrote, "I would like to read more of this! 
" With the actual face included, too. X3 I want you, the readers, to comment in whatever way on this story, be it constructive criticism, or saying outright "THIS SUCKS!" I don't care, I just want to know your opinions. ;3
So here it is.
I ducked, my opponent’s blade slicing the air centimeters above my head. He had intended to take it off my shoulders.
Using my enhanced senses, I was able to predict his next attack. I leaped out of the way just as his ancient sword came down in a sweeping arc. I jumped up and kicked him in the face, breaking his nose, causing crimson blood to start flowing. To my right, my sister was fighting her opponent.
She somehow shifted into a blazing fox. I stared momentarily, before somehow accepting this fact and returning my short attention span to my foe. He tried to slice and dice me again; this time, I escaped with a long, but not deep gash running down the length of my forearm. He smirked, whipping the sword to one side. The red liquid he had taken from me ran along its edge and dropped to the ground.
My sister was faring better. Her opponent now had numerous bite marks and slashes from her fangs and claws. That’s my sister all right. All the terrifying murderous skill of a demon.
My short attention span almost cost me my life. There would now be a scar on my neck from where his katana had bitten me.
I snarled. I drew my hand back, and before I knew what I was doing, I raked my claws down his face, causing his hands to fly up to his broken nose. He screeched in agony.
Wait. Claws?
I looked at my bloodied hands. Yes, claws were coming from the tips of my fingers. But that was not the only oddity. The entire length of my arm was covered in shining sapphire scales. I turned around and looked at my lengthened body, along with my swishing tail.
What the- How the hell was I a dragon?
I had no time to comprehend this sudden change, as my foe and I danced along the edge of life and death once more.
Again, acting merely upon instinct, I opened my fanged maw and let loose with a scorching blast of blue fire, hot enough to melt steel. But my opponent was far from ordinary, and avoiding the deadly blaze was an easy feat for him. Especially with his enchanted sword, Tsukiyomi.
I whipped my long body around, ensnaring my opponent in my sapphire coils. The end of my tail was encircled around his throat, cutting off his supply of oxygen. I harbored a hateful grudge against this man. For what, I did not know, but I would not let him escape me. I snarled as I tightened my tail on his windpipe.
The man smiled.
The insane lunatic actually freaking smiled! He was about to die, and he was smiling! I was nonplussed.
He took advantage of my shocked surprise to whip Tsukiyomi up in my face, shearing some plate-like scales from my cheek and causing blood to flow over my left eye, blinding me. With a whiplike motion I snared his wrist in my jaws. I bit down hard, forcing him to release the mystical blade. Picking up the sword, I spat out the metallic-tasting liquid and faced him.
His face was covered in blood, his left wrist savaged, claw marks running down his back and chest. He was still smiling.
A sudden yowl rent the air. My sister’s body landed in a heap upon me.
I turned to her killer. She smirked. There was no emotion in her eyes.
She was dead. He was dead. They could not feel pain, they could not feel fear. They were veritably immortal.
I backed up. Fear was probably inscribed all over my face. It was what any sensible creature would feel when confronted with undead. I lowered my head, a sign of submission. I was not going to go the way my sister had.
I could almost feel the satisfied smirks on their faces.
I was beaten and battered, they thought. Surely I would not have enough will to fight them both on my own.
That is what they thought; that is what I would prove wrong.
As soon as they came close to bind me, I roared and let out another scorching blast, this one bigger than the first. The blue flames danced around the two murderers, the blaze licking at their skin. Black and red blotches broke out across their skin.
And still they smiled.
I roared savagely, running forward. I seized her head in my jaws. I was blind with red rage and pure fear now. I had lost control. I was no more than a beast. A dumb animal. Something that should not be allowed to remain on this Earth.
The two undead knew this. They prepared to end my life, one wielding a sword, the other cracking her knuckles. She had defeated my sister using no weapons.
The female locked her hands around my throat, much like I did with my previous opponent. Said man stalked over to me, and cut an intricate tattoo of blood across my scaled hide with his sword. A memory shot through my mind. The sword I had previously been entrusted to guard with my life.
The haze cleared momentarily. I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. My duty was done, after all…
The hands on my neck kept my body still. The deadly blue blade arced through the air, preparing to send me to the gates of Dark Forest…
---------------------------------------------------
“NO!”
I sat up, the covers pooling in my lap. I felt my cheek. No blood.
I checked my hands and arm. No claws, no scales.
It was just a nightmare.
My sister came into my room, having heard my cry.
“What happened?” she asked, peering at me through my open bedroom door.
I was panting still, the heat of battle coursing through my veins. “Nightmare,” I muttered, wiping sweat from my forehead. My cat, Cody, jumped onto my bed and curled up in my lap. Smiling, I rubbed his belly, causing him to roll over and stretch out.
Kristen came to my bedside. She had an inquisitive look on her face. She knew that most of my dreams were normally quite vivid, and also quite out of the ordinary.
“What kind of nightmare?” she asked quietly.
I stared blankly at her for a moment, still unable to be entirely sure that it was a dream. After all, I had just seen her die, fox form or not.
“I dreamed of death,” I whispered, looking away. “Need I say more…?”
Kristen said nothing, merely walking back to her room. She was used to this sort of thing. Cody followed her, leaving me in darkness once more.
---------------------------------------------------
Now I know a lot of that probably makes no sense whatsoever, but it’s a nightmare. Nightmares don’t normally have much in relation with reality. So, yeah. About the dragon thing, it was just a random plot bunny that came to me on a bus ride home from school.
Also, I found a few errors, so just ignore those. X3
" With the actual face included, too. X3 I want you, the readers, to comment in whatever way on this story, be it constructive criticism, or saying outright "THIS SUCKS!" I don't care, I just want to know your opinions. ;3So here it is.
Conflict
I ducked, my opponent’s blade slicing the air centimeters above my head. He had intended to take it off my shoulders.
Using my enhanced senses, I was able to predict his next attack. I leaped out of the way just as his ancient sword came down in a sweeping arc. I jumped up and kicked him in the face, breaking his nose, causing crimson blood to start flowing. To my right, my sister was fighting her opponent.
She somehow shifted into a blazing fox. I stared momentarily, before somehow accepting this fact and returning my short attention span to my foe. He tried to slice and dice me again; this time, I escaped with a long, but not deep gash running down the length of my forearm. He smirked, whipping the sword to one side. The red liquid he had taken from me ran along its edge and dropped to the ground.
My sister was faring better. Her opponent now had numerous bite marks and slashes from her fangs and claws. That’s my sister all right. All the terrifying murderous skill of a demon.
My short attention span almost cost me my life. There would now be a scar on my neck from where his katana had bitten me.
I snarled. I drew my hand back, and before I knew what I was doing, I raked my claws down his face, causing his hands to fly up to his broken nose. He screeched in agony.
Wait. Claws?
I looked at my bloodied hands. Yes, claws were coming from the tips of my fingers. But that was not the only oddity. The entire length of my arm was covered in shining sapphire scales. I turned around and looked at my lengthened body, along with my swishing tail.
What the- How the hell was I a dragon?
I had no time to comprehend this sudden change, as my foe and I danced along the edge of life and death once more.
Again, acting merely upon instinct, I opened my fanged maw and let loose with a scorching blast of blue fire, hot enough to melt steel. But my opponent was far from ordinary, and avoiding the deadly blaze was an easy feat for him. Especially with his enchanted sword, Tsukiyomi.
I whipped my long body around, ensnaring my opponent in my sapphire coils. The end of my tail was encircled around his throat, cutting off his supply of oxygen. I harbored a hateful grudge against this man. For what, I did not know, but I would not let him escape me. I snarled as I tightened my tail on his windpipe.
The man smiled.
The insane lunatic actually freaking smiled! He was about to die, and he was smiling! I was nonplussed.
He took advantage of my shocked surprise to whip Tsukiyomi up in my face, shearing some plate-like scales from my cheek and causing blood to flow over my left eye, blinding me. With a whiplike motion I snared his wrist in my jaws. I bit down hard, forcing him to release the mystical blade. Picking up the sword, I spat out the metallic-tasting liquid and faced him.
His face was covered in blood, his left wrist savaged, claw marks running down his back and chest. He was still smiling.
A sudden yowl rent the air. My sister’s body landed in a heap upon me.
I turned to her killer. She smirked. There was no emotion in her eyes.
She was dead. He was dead. They could not feel pain, they could not feel fear. They were veritably immortal.
I backed up. Fear was probably inscribed all over my face. It was what any sensible creature would feel when confronted with undead. I lowered my head, a sign of submission. I was not going to go the way my sister had.
I could almost feel the satisfied smirks on their faces.
I was beaten and battered, they thought. Surely I would not have enough will to fight them both on my own.
That is what they thought; that is what I would prove wrong.
As soon as they came close to bind me, I roared and let out another scorching blast, this one bigger than the first. The blue flames danced around the two murderers, the blaze licking at their skin. Black and red blotches broke out across their skin.
And still they smiled.
I roared savagely, running forward. I seized her head in my jaws. I was blind with red rage and pure fear now. I had lost control. I was no more than a beast. A dumb animal. Something that should not be allowed to remain on this Earth.
The two undead knew this. They prepared to end my life, one wielding a sword, the other cracking her knuckles. She had defeated my sister using no weapons.
The female locked her hands around my throat, much like I did with my previous opponent. Said man stalked over to me, and cut an intricate tattoo of blood across my scaled hide with his sword. A memory shot through my mind. The sword I had previously been entrusted to guard with my life.
The haze cleared momentarily. I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. My duty was done, after all…
The hands on my neck kept my body still. The deadly blue blade arced through the air, preparing to send me to the gates of Dark Forest…
---------------------------------------------------
“NO!”
I sat up, the covers pooling in my lap. I felt my cheek. No blood.
I checked my hands and arm. No claws, no scales.
It was just a nightmare.
My sister came into my room, having heard my cry.
“What happened?” she asked, peering at me through my open bedroom door.
I was panting still, the heat of battle coursing through my veins. “Nightmare,” I muttered, wiping sweat from my forehead. My cat, Cody, jumped onto my bed and curled up in my lap. Smiling, I rubbed his belly, causing him to roll over and stretch out.
Kristen came to my bedside. She had an inquisitive look on her face. She knew that most of my dreams were normally quite vivid, and also quite out of the ordinary.
“What kind of nightmare?” she asked quietly.
I stared blankly at her for a moment, still unable to be entirely sure that it was a dream. After all, I had just seen her die, fox form or not.
“I dreamed of death,” I whispered, looking away. “Need I say more…?”
Kristen said nothing, merely walking back to her room. She was used to this sort of thing. Cody followed her, leaving me in darkness once more.
---------------------------------------------------
Now I know a lot of that probably makes no sense whatsoever, but it’s a nightmare. Nightmares don’t normally have much in relation with reality. So, yeah. About the dragon thing, it was just a random plot bunny that came to me on a bus ride home from school.
Also, I found a few errors, so just ignore those. X3
