Wednesday, October 24, 2012

West Campus' National Day on Writing Story



It was a dark and stormy night as rain lashed the windows of Marshall Manor, where every tree outside of the manor was shaped like the deceased residents who once worked at the manor. The trees swayed and the wind howled, oblivious of the lonely watcher of that dreary night. A ghoulish looking man with a Roman nose peered into the forest from underneath his wide-brimmed hat. A frightened girl finally appeared between the rain soaked branches cold and terrified; she approached the man in the wide-brimmed hat. Seeking the safety known only in numbers, she asked him a question, “Will you protect me?” And he replied “Run!” 

Just then, a vampire, a werewolf, and Jason came running at them from behind the surrounding trees. When all of a sudden, an unexpected tree branch impaled the vampire. As the vampire burst into flames, which just so happened to catch Jason on fire as well, provided enough distraction for them to run inside the haunted manor. The girl runs to lock the door of the mansion but forgets that it’s haunted! 

She then ate a waffle. Yum! Then she feels it, like a swift kick to the stomach... and Montezuma take his revenge. She runs back into the mansion and into the toilet. This is not what she thought the man with the wider-brimmed hat meant when he said “Run”.
Meanwhile, the man with the wide-brimmed hat met the werewolf at the door! “she’s upstairs,” he said. The werewolf transformed back into his human form and went upstairs to great his unsuspecting bride. She had recovered and sat by the window reading Edgar Allen Poe. “The story goes that he was no Mo.”

He was “no mo” wolf than he was man, but the young girl could not help but love him. She dreamt of a time where they were scurvy pirates in a former life. And woke within their breasts memories of reptilian savagery and gelatinous minds. The story concluded for a brief moment just to begin once more. Staring blankly at the ceiling fan above, the man felt as if his hat came to define him, and then everyone was toast. Yaateeh Dine’ students! The walrus said, I am the egg man, I am the walrus. Koo Koo ke choo!

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