possible opening - Slippery
My nano novel will be called 'The Memoirs of Haraito 'Slippery' Shippe, Intergalactical Exterterrestrial Private Investigator'. Or 'Slippery' for short.
I've already changed how I think I'll start the story several times, here is my current version.
"I told you, he's not in." Trilla said quietly, putting the nail file on her desk and setting her foot back onto the deck.
"Listen, Pet, we both know you're lyin'. Produce the vagrant before I have to get rough with ya. Tender Tony don't likes it when he has to rough up kittens."
Trilla's yellow eyes narrowed and the tip of her left ear twitched. "The bossss iss out," Her childhood hiss impedement redeveloping had her clamping her 3 inch incessors together. She stood up until her wiskered nose was an inch from Tender Tony's ugly flat face. "I'll tell him you were here."
"Yous not hearing me, fur face." Tender Tony pulled out a 6 inch blade and took a fast swipe at her.
Trilla's hands snapped up, one grabbing the hand that held the knife, the other grabbing his bull like neck. Her decortive serrated claws gleamed wetly under the poor office lights, the vermilion polish having been freshly applied. The four unborn kits in her belly sent a body fuction signal, hungry, and the scent of Tender Tony's fear filled her nostrals with rich iron, fats and minerals. "Don't move," She said, leashing her barbaric instincts tightly.
Tony jerked back, trying to get another swipe. Trilla forgot to let go of his neck, and accedently ripped his throat out.
"Damn," She looked down at the twitching, gurgling body. "Now I'll have to lick the carpet clean."
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I've already changed how I think I'll start the story several times, here is my current version.
"I told you, he's not in." Trilla said quietly, putting the nail file on her desk and setting her foot back onto the deck.
"Listen, Pet, we both know you're lyin'. Produce the vagrant before I have to get rough with ya. Tender Tony don't likes it when he has to rough up kittens."
Trilla's yellow eyes narrowed and the tip of her left ear twitched. "The bossss iss out," Her childhood hiss impedement redeveloping had her clamping her 3 inch incessors together. She stood up until her wiskered nose was an inch from Tender Tony's ugly flat face. "I'll tell him you were here."
"Yous not hearing me, fur face." Tender Tony pulled out a 6 inch blade and took a fast swipe at her.
Trilla's hands snapped up, one grabbing the hand that held the knife, the other grabbing his bull like neck. Her decortive serrated claws gleamed wetly under the poor office lights, the vermilion polish having been freshly applied. The four unborn kits in her belly sent a body fuction signal, hungry, and the scent of Tender Tony's fear filled her nostrals with rich iron, fats and minerals. "Don't move," She said, leashing her barbaric instincts tightly.
Tony jerked back, trying to get another swipe. Trilla forgot to let go of his neck, and accedently ripped his throat out.
"Damn," She looked down at the twitching, gurgling body. "Now I'll have to lick the carpet clean."
There are several people who have this account friended. If you wish to be able to see the story as I post it, reply to this post and I will give you access.