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 Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 5:12 pm
Whoa, another short story... surprise!
The Bitter Smell of Daffodil
By: Me (CharlaP)
You brace yourself against the cold brick wall for support. The mad beast lashes out for you again, barely missing your sweat-drenched face. Your nose fills with the stench of its rancid breath as it passes. It throws its head into the air again, the moonlight reflecting against it's green scales. Once more the monster attacks, but you manage to leap away. Its head smashes it into the wall, causing a minor tremor of the floor. You desperately scan the room for your bless-ed sword, but alas is it well hidden by the veil of darkness. Distracted by your frantic search, you miss the beast charging at you until it is too late. A good crunch of its massive jaws leaves your shoulder skinless and bleeding. You hold back a scream in fear of showing weakness. You fall to the ground in paralyzing pain, mentally beating yourself for why you put yourself in this stupid mess.
Then it comes to you: The Princess. The story flashes into your mind, taking you away from the dark and haunting world for a moment. The story you heard when you were a little boy, of a pretty young maiden being kidnapped by a dark wizard. He soon had no use for her, so he trapped her in this castle and guarded her with dragons. It is said that one way or another, any man who comes this way was destined to die. You are here to prove it wrong.
You snap back to reality, just as the beast takes an attempt for your head. An idea pops into your mind, and you lean against the wall. At the absolute last moment, you push away from the wall and fly between the dragons' legs. It screams in pain at another wall-head impact, leaving you time to sprint to the other side. At last to your best luck, the gentle night glow reveals the location of your weapon. Instantly you dash for it, and manage to retrieve it as the monster stares at you. Its dark vermilion eyes glare at you, as if asking for the challenge. You nod and at once sprint across the room toward the villain of your adventure. You swing your mighty sword and it, its long muscular neck. The sword makes its target, as the momentum throws you across the room. A large thump accompanies your landing, but it is covered by the screeching of your foe. You turn back quickly enough to watch it collapse to the ground. It glances up at you, its last opponent and breaths its last. You pull your bruised, bleeding broken body off the ground and shuffle to the corpse. It takes all the strength that remains to loosen the crimson coated sword from its body. At last you can smile safely, as you make your way to your goal.
You walk up a few steps, and come to an elaborate door. You gently rap your knuckle against the door, and a soft squeal comes to your ears. You enter in, and across from you is the most beautiful woman you ever laid eyes. Her vibrant magenta hair is neatly formed into a braid and falls to her waist. On her soft pale arms lay expensive and fancy pink gloves. Her dress flowers over her legs, and cover her surely small and delicate feet. Her most breath-taking feature however is her sapphire eyes. The light causes them to sparkle, like pools of water on a clear spring day. There is a bit of mystery hidden in them as well. Out of her shyness she has yet to move the pink daffodil from her face, which blends nicely with her rosy cheeks. This must be the reason the rooms smells like a fresh garden you tell yourself.
"Young maiden," you start "I have come here, have destroyed all dangers and now greet you". She tilts her small head in confusion, and you snicker a bit to yourself.
"You are the beautiful maid from the story I live by. I have risked it all to save you from this hell. I shall now take you back to civilization, where you are to become my wife."
You smile at your intentions and bow in respect of her. Your eyes glance upwards, but the site forces you to stare in confusion. The flower is now away from her face, and a smirk is revealed to be upon those lips. Her young gentle voice produces an evil snicker, which causes your heart to sink. Before you can question her, she replaces the flower back to her lips and looks above you. Now shaking and pouring bullets of sweat, you reluctantly look behind your shoulder as well. A flash of emerald green blinds you, as you hear one last cry, one last sight of your fiery end, one last sniff of daffodil.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 5:13 pm
Other info:
This was made by the weird little mind of mine while looking at my current avi at the time:
For you see, for my recent birthday Greenpuppy54 gave me her gwee and I am forever greatful. Then I relized I had barely used it...
So I put it on in fire position, and wondered what "theme" to do... Princess seemed to work nicely....
Then I put the daffodil to her face, and BOOM! Weird little story xD
I wanted to try something different, and I kno Aurah find present action interesting, so I went with that. Also I was feeling adventurous, so I went ahead and wrote it in SECOND person... *woot*
As normal, Comments and Constructive Critism is loved much. I really hope you all enjoyed it, for it took me about an hour to fully write ^_^.
Thanks so much for coming and reading!
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 5:22 pm
CharlaP Other info:
This was made by the weird little mind of mine while looking at my current avi at the time:
[insert pic](will get avi pic soon)
I wanted to try something different, and I kno Aurah find present action interesting, so I went with that. Also I was feeling adventurous, so I went ahead and wrote it in SECOND person... *woot*
As normal, Comments and Constructive Critism is loved much. I really hope you all enjoyed it, for it took me about an hour to fully write ^_^.
Thanks so much for coming and reading!
Well course as you know, I great enjoyed this story, see as I was the proff reader. If anyoone finds any messups in the typing, blame me for being a bad prove reader.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 5:27 pm
xD poor puppy... yes yes, most books in 2nd person are the "Choose your adventure" books *giggle*
Thank you so much! Don't worry, only a knit-picker like aurah may go in there w/ a virtual red pen and virtually kill it xDD
Thank you again for proof-reading it! You are much loved!
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 5:29 pm
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