I like the Christmas season and making odd descriptions of stuff. Also, Quicksilver.
Well, hello again. It's definitely been a while! I am here to show one part of a story I entitled Quicksilver. It was written at the start of 2008 for a school homework assignment. We were told to write about a page or two, I knocked out fourteen double spaces - and my handwriting is tiny. I'll post more of it later, but enjoy.
I paused, sniffing the air. What was that? I pricked up my ears, trying to smell the intruder against the frozen night air. The strange scent was somewhat familiar, but somewhat--
“OW!” I hissed. A lump had fastened itself onto my back - argh!
I struggled as the lump held on, claws dug deep in my fur. “That HURTS that HURTS THAT HURTS!”
Whatever it was, it held fast.
“Get OFF me you GREAT LUG!” I screeched.
It held on.
I swivelled around, trying to see-- hear-- scent-- what it was. All of a sudden, it hit me in the face. Hard. Yeurch!
“Silver!” I screeched. “Get off my back you stupid furball!”
She held on, not letting go.
“Silver! You are SUCH a VIOLENT FLEA-INFESTED BRAT!”
Silver scoffed. “I know you are but what am--”
My teeth connected with her lower back leg.
“AIEEE!” she screeched. “What was THAT for?”
“Payback,” I crowed. “Sweet, juicy, delicious payback.”
Silver sniffed and stalked off into the forest.
---
I pursued Silver, shadowing her slender silver tabby form in the undergrowth. She hadn’t noticed me - or if she had, she didn’t care. I guess I couldn’t blame her. I mean, it would be quite uncomfortable for her, knowing that another cat knew her secrets.
She ran past the creek. As did I.
She leaped over a fallen tree. I followed her.
She paused and sniffed the air. Was she suspicious? Did she know I was there?
Whirling around to face me, Silver started to unsheathe her claws and prepared to spring.
I spun around to run, but by the time I was ready to spring to freedom, Silver had a strong grip on my tail.
“Silver - no!” I screeched.
She payed no attention to my yowls.
I dropped to the ground, scared of what my friend had become. Her eyes glinted of evil. Her claws shimmered against the moonlight, highlighting how strong and sharp they really were. I had never realised.
Silver’s fur glowed a thousand shades - blue, silver, fire. The early rays of morning spilled into her eyes, forcing her pupils to glow an eerie red.
I flinched against her impossible grasp, and prepared for the deadly sensation of teeth meeting in my throat.
Those eerily glowing teeth, the blood-red light, the parting clouds. It was all saying something to me...
Silver’s teeth connected in my throat.
I was going to die.
---
Silver opened her eyes wide.
The body of her friend lay motionless on the forest floor. A wound lay gaping in their neck. Blood oozed from the gaping hole.
Silver breathed in sharply and looked down. Her friend’s blood, not yet dried, dripped from the light silvery-grey fur on her chin.
“Oh no...” she whispered. “What have I done?”
I hope you enjoyed that little excerpt. After years of focussing [side note: is that spelt right?] all my attention on cats, I branched out to violent cats. [side note: I was recently contacted on Facebook by a teacher from my primary school, who was the one who taught me for my six months of prep. She said that the only way they could get me to write was by allowing me to write about cats. I still write about cats. I just don't write exclusively about cats anymore.] I had also started reading the series Warriors, as I mentioned earlier. I think I was a little inspired by this. Actually, a lot inspired. This was also one of the longest stories I had written at that stage, at a little under two thousand words. [side note: after trying to complete NaNoWriMo - and failing dismally - my longest story is now a nice, even 20020 words by the official validator.] It's probably the piece that I am most proud of, simply because it made sense, had characters that didn't contradict themselves, and I maintained an air of mystery around my main character, that was never named or even given a gender. I was pretty proud of that.
I'll post the rest later. I think that's enough story for you to read right now.
So what have I been up to? Well, there was camp, which was kind of long, and I couldn't get onto an internet server. Other than that... I slept until midday today... that's about it.
I've started writing another story, a crime one whose main character's name came to me in Melbourne at midnight. I've got some crime scene descriptions that I came up with on a walk down the street. One of them:
the chorus of spring birds overlaid with the morbid voices of homicide investigation, fresh flower scents hidden by the horror of the scent of putrefaction
I have too much time on my hands.
So Christmas is coming up in ten days. Yay! My plans are pretty much just family stuff. But that's good, I love seeing family. Our Christmas tree is really pretty this year. No tinsel, just a lot of red and gold and twinkly lights.
Sunny is asleep on the couch. He's really cute when he's asleep.
So, well, not much else to say. If I don't post again until after the holiday season, I wish you all a very merry Christmas and a happy new year.
I paused, sniffing the air. What was that? I pricked up my ears, trying to smell the intruder against the frozen night air. The strange scent was somewhat familiar, but somewhat--
“OW!” I hissed. A lump had fastened itself onto my back - argh!
I struggled as the lump held on, claws dug deep in my fur. “That HURTS that HURTS THAT HURTS!”
Whatever it was, it held fast.
“Get OFF me you GREAT LUG!” I screeched.
It held on.
I swivelled around, trying to see-- hear-- scent-- what it was. All of a sudden, it hit me in the face. Hard. Yeurch!
“Silver!” I screeched. “Get off my back you stupid furball!”
She held on, not letting go.
“Silver! You are SUCH a VIOLENT FLEA-INFESTED BRAT!”
Silver scoffed. “I know you are but what am--”
My teeth connected with her lower back leg.
“AIEEE!” she screeched. “What was THAT for?”
“Payback,” I crowed. “Sweet, juicy, delicious payback.”
Silver sniffed and stalked off into the forest.
---
I pursued Silver, shadowing her slender silver tabby form in the undergrowth. She hadn’t noticed me - or if she had, she didn’t care. I guess I couldn’t blame her. I mean, it would be quite uncomfortable for her, knowing that another cat knew her secrets.
She ran past the creek. As did I.
She leaped over a fallen tree. I followed her.
She paused and sniffed the air. Was she suspicious? Did she know I was there?
Whirling around to face me, Silver started to unsheathe her claws and prepared to spring.
I spun around to run, but by the time I was ready to spring to freedom, Silver had a strong grip on my tail.
“Silver - no!” I screeched.
She payed no attention to my yowls.
I dropped to the ground, scared of what my friend had become. Her eyes glinted of evil. Her claws shimmered against the moonlight, highlighting how strong and sharp they really were. I had never realised.
Silver’s fur glowed a thousand shades - blue, silver, fire. The early rays of morning spilled into her eyes, forcing her pupils to glow an eerie red.
I flinched against her impossible grasp, and prepared for the deadly sensation of teeth meeting in my throat.
Those eerily glowing teeth, the blood-red light, the parting clouds. It was all saying something to me...
Silver’s teeth connected in my throat.
I was going to die.
---
Silver opened her eyes wide.
The body of her friend lay motionless on the forest floor. A wound lay gaping in their neck. Blood oozed from the gaping hole.
Silver breathed in sharply and looked down. Her friend’s blood, not yet dried, dripped from the light silvery-grey fur on her chin.
“Oh no...” she whispered. “What have I done?”
I hope you enjoyed that little excerpt. After years of focussing [side note: is that spelt right?] all my attention on cats, I branched out to violent cats. [side note: I was recently contacted on Facebook by a teacher from my primary school, who was the one who taught me for my six months of prep. She said that the only way they could get me to write was by allowing me to write about cats. I still write about cats. I just don't write exclusively about cats anymore.] I had also started reading the series Warriors, as I mentioned earlier. I think I was a little inspired by this. Actually, a lot inspired. This was also one of the longest stories I had written at that stage, at a little under two thousand words. [side note: after trying to complete NaNoWriMo - and failing dismally - my longest story is now a nice, even 20020 words by the official validator.] It's probably the piece that I am most proud of, simply because it made sense, had characters that didn't contradict themselves, and I maintained an air of mystery around my main character, that was never named or even given a gender. I was pretty proud of that.
I'll post the rest later. I think that's enough story for you to read right now.
So what have I been up to? Well, there was camp, which was kind of long, and I couldn't get onto an internet server. Other than that... I slept until midday today... that's about it.
I've started writing another story, a crime one whose main character's name came to me in Melbourne at midnight. I've got some crime scene descriptions that I came up with on a walk down the street. One of them:
the chorus of spring birds overlaid with the morbid voices of homicide investigation, fresh flower scents hidden by the horror of the scent of putrefaction
I have too much time on my hands.
So Christmas is coming up in ten days. Yay! My plans are pretty much just family stuff. But that's good, I love seeing family. Our Christmas tree is really pretty this year. No tinsel, just a lot of red and gold and twinkly lights.
Sunny is asleep on the couch. He's really cute when he's asleep.
So, well, not much else to say. If I don't post again until after the holiday season, I wish you all a very merry Christmas and a happy new year.