Post by TygerShore on Sept 18, 2009 12:25:12 GMT -5
Okay, so I had to write a story for my writing class, using the "delay-and-surprise" technique. So I wrote a little bit of a story about Will. When I showed my mom, she's like "What? How does a cougar get a club? So I had to explain to her the whole plotline of humans
Here it is if you want to read it:
The man walked along the narrow street. His hands were deep in his pockets, and he breathed wisps of foggy air in the cold. The lights of each house were out, and the man could nearly hear the noises of the animal masters and human slaves murmuring in their sleep. The man's lengthy stride was silent, and he made sure to keep it that way. No use bringing extra attention to any animal that might be awake. The last time that the man had been anywhere near a populated town like this one, he had been a slave. His dusty shirt, scarf and jacket, were a remnant that proved how different the man had been from other runaways. Most humans wore rags, but he had worn suits nearly fit for a king. He had been a champion racer and never ever lost. That was no life though, for now he was free. Free and hungry. The man crept over to a garbage can and silently lifted the lid. He winced as the lid pinged against the ground, knowing that silence was life or death. Holding his nose, the man searched through the bin for something edible. Reaching for a half-eaten apple, the man felt a club meet his head. He collapsed to the ground instantly, moaning in pain. In his fall, he had knocked over the bin and it clanged down the street, spreading garbage everywhere. Velvety paws stepped over to him and rolled him over. The man looked up to see the viscous face of a cougar staring back at him. Turns out, he wasn't quiet enough.
Here it is if you want to read it:
The man walked along the narrow street. His hands were deep in his pockets, and he breathed wisps of foggy air in the cold. The lights of each house were out, and the man could nearly hear the noises of the animal masters and human slaves murmuring in their sleep. The man's lengthy stride was silent, and he made sure to keep it that way. No use bringing extra attention to any animal that might be awake. The last time that the man had been anywhere near a populated town like this one, he had been a slave. His dusty shirt, scarf and jacket, were a remnant that proved how different the man had been from other runaways. Most humans wore rags, but he had worn suits nearly fit for a king. He had been a champion racer and never ever lost. That was no life though, for now he was free. Free and hungry. The man crept over to a garbage can and silently lifted the lid. He winced as the lid pinged against the ground, knowing that silence was life or death. Holding his nose, the man searched through the bin for something edible. Reaching for a half-eaten apple, the man felt a club meet his head. He collapsed to the ground instantly, moaning in pain. In his fall, he had knocked over the bin and it clanged down the street, spreading garbage everywhere. Velvety paws stepped over to him and rolled him over. The man looked up to see the viscous face of a cougar staring back at him. Turns out, he wasn't quiet enough.