Post by baha on Feb 13, 2007 22:04:19 GMT -5
Errrr, yeah, I made this for a picture prompt for H. English. It had a limit of less than two pages, and that really pissed me off, cause i wanted to write like 5. >=[
But anyway, i ended up with just over three, so i had to delete some parts to fit it all in. bleh....
Keep in mind, this was made without any effort XDDD
“Princess Giovanna? Come down to the fourth floor for your ballroom dancing lessons! Now!” yelled a sharp voice. The raven-haired princess of Clarkland groaned and put down the items she had been holding: a pair of blue and orange spotted boxing gloves, an old golden medal, and a used towel. She stuffed her items in her pack, then stood, dark eyes flaring. She couldn’t take being a noble anymore; she had to leave. Gi laughed to herself, then leapt outside, falling swiftly fourteen floors, only to land on a pure black horse. The horse sped off past the castle gates and into the vast city bordering it, Clarkington, never too look back.
Weeks passed, but to no prevail did Gi manage to get a job. All trainers were busy; all matches were filled. On top of it all, she was also receiving short letters daily in the new mailbox of her new igloo. She pulled out a makeshift letteropener made from a pinecone, and opened her most recent letter:
Princess Giovanna:
I enjoyed watching your pitiful performance today in attempting to find a job in
professional boxing. I advise you to run back home; it’ll be safe with daddy
guarding you. Have a delectable day!
- T.T.N.
She sighed. Having someone send her these letters frankly just freaked her out.. She quickly dressed in an outfit that fit her standards: Crisp, clean, and cool. Putting on her sunglasses, she stepped out of the igloo- and fell into water. Giovanna desperately swam to the surface, and discovered that her igloo had been moved to the edge of a river. She cursed this “T.T.N.”
“Are you in an exigency in which you are in need of assistance?” A boy asked nearby. He had a thick mess of brown hair on a head that seemed to be full of intelligence. He held his hand out to the princess, his blue-green eyes pleasant.
The Princess of Clarkland nodded, and held her hand out to the boy. He pulled her out, then spoke, “Please to meet you miss, I’m Timmy; I’m often called Tino for short.” He blushed.
Gi blushed as well; his eyes were extremely pretty, and his voice was charming. She spoke back, “Nice to meet you, I-“ But the clearing was gone; Tino had vanished. She sighed, then set off into the town to seek a professional trainer. As she crossed the street, she held up her medal to her ear; she was pretending it was a cell phone; She assumed she’d fit in more if she appeared to have one like the rest of the population. The back of her neck prickled, and she glanced behind her. All she was was an inconspicuous half-a-person standing halfway behind a pillar. Shrugging, she turned and continued walking.
At last, she arrived at the Trainer. He was a buff man with several unusual qualities: a black mustache looked like it had been drawn in marker, a dark hat that covered his head, and dark-shaded glasses that covered his eyes. She spoke first, “I’d like to get training from you; I want to become a professional boxer!”
The man nodded, “Excellent! We’ll get to work immediately! Do you have an exigencies that may halt you from progressing in your training? Ah…” He scratched the back of his neck nervously.
Familiarity sprung in Gi’s mind, “Exigency… Tino! Is that… you? Wait… T.T.N… is he you?”
Tino blushed, “It stands for Timmy the Notorious… I know, it doesn’t really make sense; I’m not widely known, nor unfavored. One of my more annoying students picked the name for me a while ago… But… I’ve been in love with you since the first moment I saw you leap fourteen floors to become a boxing champion! That’s why I bribed each trainer not to accept you, and kept encouraging you to continue to search for a trainer. I knew you’d eventually come to me. MARRY ME PRINCESS GI!” He held out a diamond boxing glove.
Tears welled in Gi’s eyes, “All that for me? I’ll do anything for you, my dearest Tino; Timmy!”
Months later, the two were married and lived succesful lives: Gi became the best boxer in the world, Tino became the most famous trainer in the world; and they had the most number of children in the world: 27. They then lived happily ever after!
But anyway, i ended up with just over three, so i had to delete some parts to fit it all in. bleh....
Keep in mind, this was made without any effort XDDD
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“Princess Giovanna? Come down to the fourth floor for your ballroom dancing lessons! Now!” yelled a sharp voice. The raven-haired princess of Clarkland groaned and put down the items she had been holding: a pair of blue and orange spotted boxing gloves, an old golden medal, and a used towel. She stuffed her items in her pack, then stood, dark eyes flaring. She couldn’t take being a noble anymore; she had to leave. Gi laughed to herself, then leapt outside, falling swiftly fourteen floors, only to land on a pure black horse. The horse sped off past the castle gates and into the vast city bordering it, Clarkington, never too look back.
Weeks passed, but to no prevail did Gi manage to get a job. All trainers were busy; all matches were filled. On top of it all, she was also receiving short letters daily in the new mailbox of her new igloo. She pulled out a makeshift letteropener made from a pinecone, and opened her most recent letter:
Princess Giovanna:
I enjoyed watching your pitiful performance today in attempting to find a job in
professional boxing. I advise you to run back home; it’ll be safe with daddy
guarding you. Have a delectable day!
- T.T.N.
She sighed. Having someone send her these letters frankly just freaked her out.. She quickly dressed in an outfit that fit her standards: Crisp, clean, and cool. Putting on her sunglasses, she stepped out of the igloo- and fell into water. Giovanna desperately swam to the surface, and discovered that her igloo had been moved to the edge of a river. She cursed this “T.T.N.”
“Are you in an exigency in which you are in need of assistance?” A boy asked nearby. He had a thick mess of brown hair on a head that seemed to be full of intelligence. He held his hand out to the princess, his blue-green eyes pleasant.
The Princess of Clarkland nodded, and held her hand out to the boy. He pulled her out, then spoke, “Please to meet you miss, I’m Timmy; I’m often called Tino for short.” He blushed.
Gi blushed as well; his eyes were extremely pretty, and his voice was charming. She spoke back, “Nice to meet you, I-“ But the clearing was gone; Tino had vanished. She sighed, then set off into the town to seek a professional trainer. As she crossed the street, she held up her medal to her ear; she was pretending it was a cell phone; She assumed she’d fit in more if she appeared to have one like the rest of the population. The back of her neck prickled, and she glanced behind her. All she was was an inconspicuous half-a-person standing halfway behind a pillar. Shrugging, she turned and continued walking.
At last, she arrived at the Trainer. He was a buff man with several unusual qualities: a black mustache looked like it had been drawn in marker, a dark hat that covered his head, and dark-shaded glasses that covered his eyes. She spoke first, “I’d like to get training from you; I want to become a professional boxer!”
The man nodded, “Excellent! We’ll get to work immediately! Do you have an exigencies that may halt you from progressing in your training? Ah…” He scratched the back of his neck nervously.
Familiarity sprung in Gi’s mind, “Exigency… Tino! Is that… you? Wait… T.T.N… is he you?”
Tino blushed, “It stands for Timmy the Notorious… I know, it doesn’t really make sense; I’m not widely known, nor unfavored. One of my more annoying students picked the name for me a while ago… But… I’ve been in love with you since the first moment I saw you leap fourteen floors to become a boxing champion! That’s why I bribed each trainer not to accept you, and kept encouraging you to continue to search for a trainer. I knew you’d eventually come to me. MARRY ME PRINCESS GI!” He held out a diamond boxing glove.
Tears welled in Gi’s eyes, “All that for me? I’ll do anything for you, my dearest Tino; Timmy!”
Months later, the two were married and lived succesful lives: Gi became the best boxer in the world, Tino became the most famous trainer in the world; and they had the most number of children in the world: 27. They then lived happily ever after!
