As a rare treat, (and since I don’t really have anything else to post, 😛 ) I’m going to post a series of pieces from stories that were never finished. Most of them were going to be shorts, but the inspiration to write them sort of died. Comment and tell me which one is your favorite, and whichever one gets the most votes… well, you’ll see. 😉
Robin of Locksley: (Part 2 for “An Outlaw in the Making”)
“Ouch!” I stumbled back as Will’s wooden practice sword bounced off my right shoulder. Will laughed,
“That’s three points for me. What’s the matter Robin? Have your reflexes decided to take a holiday?”
In answer I swung my own wooden weapon in two tight circles, and brought it down, Will blocked. I spun his sword around, slid mine down to his hilt, then jerked it out of his hand. It went flying to the side, landing with a clatter on the smooth stones.
“Touché,” I pointed my sword at his chest, a half grin spread across my face. Will lifted his hands, raising them to the air.
“You win,” he slapped my arm, “Nicely done.”
“Here, here!” said Allen who sat leisurely in the shade.
“Here, here yourself, why don’t you come here, and see how it’s done,” Will commented.
“No thank you Will. I’m comfortable where I am.” He crossed his legs, placed his hands behind his head and leaned against the stone pillar.
“Come on lazy!” I jumped forward and thwacked Allen across the legs with me sword.
“Ouch! Bad form Robin.” Allen leaned forward and rubbed his legs. I grinned,
“What’s the matter? The great Allen-a-dale doesn’t want to challenge Robin of Locksley?” I said pretending to pout.
“You can put it however you like,” Allen folded his arms across his chest. “It’s too warm and I don’t feel like being bashed around at the moment.”
Love Conquers All
I flung my pencil on my desk then wadded up the paper I had been writing.
“That sounds like I’m a princess locked in a tower pinning for a knight in shining armor.” I tossed it in the trash. My best friend Alex looked up from her text book.
“It’s better than what you said your last one sounded like.”
“Great, I’ve gone from an orphan Annie, to a love sick princess.” I stood and walked to the window. Outside my neighbor was mowing his lawn and the hum of the mower drifted up to my window. Alex moved to a sitting position on my bed and chewed the tip of her pencil.
“At least you don’t have to turn it in until next week. You have plenty of time to work on it.”
I went back to my desk and sat. “It’s a dumb assignment anyway. ‘Write a paper about what you think love is’”. I repeated what the teacher had said. “Okay, not that easy.”
“Normally you don’t have a problem with writing assignments. Mrs. Jones just mentions the words ‘writing assignment’ and your mind starts spinning with ideas.”
I shrugged. My computer chimed, making me jump.
“What was that?” Alex asked.
“I have an e-mail,” I pulled up my inbox. “Figures.”
“Mike and Elise can’t come tomorrow night. They’ve already ‘made plans’”.
“Well,” Alex closed her text book. “It was just a dinner.”
“Ya,” I scoffed, “Just a dinner to celebrate my eighteenth Birthday. Forget it, if it’s not important, it’s not important.”
“I’m sure that’s not what they think.”
“It’s how they act,” I pulled out my history book and began studying.
* * *
Alex threw her Algebra book on the floor, “Uh! I hate math!” I closed my own and looked over my shoulder at her.
“It’s not that bad.”
“Really? Only Einstein would know this one,” She cleared her throat. “A girl runs at a constant speed for T minutes to run M km. How long, in seconds, will it take her to run N km if she runs at the same speed? I’ve reread it so many times I’ve memorized it!”
I laughed, “How about a break, I can’t wrap my mind around a problem either.”
“Fine by me,” she stuffed the text book and her doodle covered notebook into her backpack.
The Spider’s Lair
“’Come into my house’, said the spider to the fly,” Bran whispered as he stared into the gaping, dark hole that served as a caves entrance. “Well this is one fly who would rather not.”
The cave mouth stared out at him, a black hole waiting to swallow him. From deep within came a sound like a great beast breathing in its sleep. Bran drew his sword and, one step at a time, crept into the black cave.