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We were given a task at school yesterday. We got a paper with a 10 different beginings for stories. I have recently evolved a feeling for serious stories with twisted characters/contents. I got so pleased with the result that I thought it would be fun to show you all. My part of it all starts after the "knock on the door" part.
A woman is sitting alone in front of the fire, drinking cocoa. The clock has just struck midnight. The house is empty. Suddenly, there is an unexpected knock on the door. She puts down the cocoa in front of the fire and starts to walk towards the door. She looks through the peak hole and sees nothing.
“Kids…” she sighs and opens the door.
There stands a little man, not more than three feet tall, a pizza boy. He says with a small voice:
“Here’s the pizza you ordered. I know I’m late so you won’t have to pay.”
“This must be a mistake,” she said. “I didn’t order a pizza”
“Damn it woman would you just take it?” He yelled with a whimpy voice. “I had to get out of bed just to bring it out here so take it and do whatever you want with it!”
Slightly stunned by the sound of the little man, she takes the pizza and watches as the guy slowly plods out towards the street. She closes the door and stands silently for a moment. Then she opens the pizza box. The pizza is cold, as if it was baked the day before. She takes it out of the box and puts it in the microwave. As the pizza is heated she strolls around, slowly sinking into her deep thoughts. Then she hears a sudden noise. A strange sound that could only be described as a thousand human beeings, scraping their nails against a black board and screaming “Aaarrrgh” at the same time. She turns around, only to see the microwave opening on its own. It emitts the light of a hundred lightbulbs and as she watches the glorious sight, she begins to see a shape moving. And then, infront of her, hovers the pizza. It has been given eyes and a mouth. The mouth slowly opens and says:
“Ieeeehhhh”
She just stands there, paralyzed by the supernatural phenomenon, as the pizza starts to speak with a chanting voice:
“I’ve been asleep for a thousand years, waiting for the call.
And as I woken up have been, the world’s about to fall.
I beg you for your help, it is the only way.
You must aid me in this sacred war, Elisabeth Durray.”
The silence is now overwhelming. She can’t seem to move, not even blink. The pizza looks deep into her eyes and she can see how it begs for her help. After a long silent moment she can finaly speak:
“I’m not Elisabeth Durray… you must have come to the wrong place.”
The pizza has a puzzled look on its face as it replies:
“Did you not awake me from my eternal slumber?”
“Yes,” the woman said, “but I’m not Elisabeth Durray”
“Are you sure…?”
She nods.
“What’s your name?”
The woman hesitates.
“… Steve…”
“STEVE!?” the pizza shouts, chocking back a laugh. “You must have been teased during your years at school!”
“As a matter of fact I were, and right now I’m beeing teased by a pizza.”
“Oh right… well I’ll leave you to… whatever you where doing…”
The pizza moves back into the microwave and closes the door. With the sound of a thousand human beeings, saying “Shiiappaha” at the same time, the intense light dissapears and the pizza is gone
Five blocks away, the pizza reappears in another microwave. As it moves out it sees a woman, leaning on the dorsal of an armchair. She’s asleep. The pizza hovers over to her location and just as he is about to speak she says:
“Go back to sleep Diana.”
The pizza is amazed. How could she know his name? As he studies her, he sees her necklace. A pearl necklace with a pendant that has the shape of the letter ‘E’. He is convinced that she is the one he’s looking for. Her super-human knowledge was a sign. He can see no other reason than to do what she says. He hovers down into the armchair and makes himself comfortable. As his pepperoni mind endulges in deep fantasies he catches himself thinking:
“I must be the happiest pizza in the world…”
Early next morning, Elisabeth Durray awakes and rises from the floor wich she seems to have fallen to. Her head is aching. She pulls out a glass from the cabinet, fills it with water and takes an aspirin. She walks toward the armchair. Barely awake, she sits down. The last words heard by the enchanted pizza are:
“Who the hell put this pizza here!?”
“Kids…” she sighs and opens the door.
There stands a little man, not more than three feet tall, a pizza boy. He says with a small voice:
“Here’s the pizza you ordered. I know I’m late so you won’t have to pay.”
“This must be a mistake,” she said. “I didn’t order a pizza”
“Damn it woman would you just take it?” He yelled with a whimpy voice. “I had to get out of bed just to bring it out here so take it and do whatever you want with it!”
Slightly stunned by the sound of the little man, she takes the pizza and watches as the guy slowly plods out towards the street. She closes the door and stands silently for a moment. Then she opens the pizza box. The pizza is cold, as if it was baked the day before. She takes it out of the box and puts it in the microwave. As the pizza is heated she strolls around, slowly sinking into her deep thoughts. Then she hears a sudden noise. A strange sound that could only be described as a thousand human beeings, scraping their nails against a black board and screaming “Aaarrrgh” at the same time. She turns around, only to see the microwave opening on its own. It emitts the light of a hundred lightbulbs and as she watches the glorious sight, she begins to see a shape moving. And then, infront of her, hovers the pizza. It has been given eyes and a mouth. The mouth slowly opens and says:
“Ieeeehhhh”
She just stands there, paralyzed by the supernatural phenomenon, as the pizza starts to speak with a chanting voice:
“I’ve been asleep for a thousand years, waiting for the call.
And as I woken up have been, the world’s about to fall.
I beg you for your help, it is the only way.
You must aid me in this sacred war, Elisabeth Durray.”
The silence is now overwhelming. She can’t seem to move, not even blink. The pizza looks deep into her eyes and she can see how it begs for her help. After a long silent moment she can finaly speak:
“I’m not Elisabeth Durray… you must have come to the wrong place.”
The pizza has a puzzled look on its face as it replies:
“Did you not awake me from my eternal slumber?”
“Yes,” the woman said, “but I’m not Elisabeth Durray”
“Are you sure…?”
She nods.
“What’s your name?”
The woman hesitates.
“… Steve…”
“STEVE!?” the pizza shouts, chocking back a laugh. “You must have been teased during your years at school!”
“As a matter of fact I were, and right now I’m beeing teased by a pizza.”
“Oh right… well I’ll leave you to… whatever you where doing…”
The pizza moves back into the microwave and closes the door. With the sound of a thousand human beeings, saying “Shiiappaha” at the same time, the intense light dissapears and the pizza is gone
Five blocks away, the pizza reappears in another microwave. As it moves out it sees a woman, leaning on the dorsal of an armchair. She’s asleep. The pizza hovers over to her location and just as he is about to speak she says:
“Go back to sleep Diana.”
The pizza is amazed. How could she know his name? As he studies her, he sees her necklace. A pearl necklace with a pendant that has the shape of the letter ‘E’. He is convinced that she is the one he’s looking for. Her super-human knowledge was a sign. He can see no other reason than to do what she says. He hovers down into the armchair and makes himself comfortable. As his pepperoni mind endulges in deep fantasies he catches himself thinking:
“I must be the happiest pizza in the world…”
Early next morning, Elisabeth Durray awakes and rises from the floor wich she seems to have fallen to. Her head is aching. She pulls out a glass from the cabinet, fills it with water and takes an aspirin. She walks toward the armchair. Barely awake, she sits down. The last words heard by the enchanted pizza are:
“Who the hell put this pizza here!?”
