In my literary criticism class, our teacher asked us to right the line “It was a dark and stormy night when ____ went out to the kitchen and _______.” He asked to fill in the blanks. After we did, we passed our paper to the person next to us, then that person will write his/her own sentence, then pass it to the person next to him, who will, again write his/her own sentence, and so on …. there were more than 30 of us! When I got back my paper, I tell you, it was hilariously funny! It was a disaster but a fun acticity. I should have copied what was written there. Anyway, so our teacher asked us to write another story based on what was written on our paper during the activity. We could change the story a little bit, but make sure that we it will still stick to theme of the original paper. So here’s how I fixed my hilarious paper.
It was a dark and stormy night when Pandora went out to the kitchen and scribbled some words on her diary. An hour had passed and she still didn’t have any inkling what to write. So, she went to the bathroom instead and took some drugs, Xanax and Exerox. Then she went to her room and slept.
Pandora woke to a sudden jolt when she heard a loud thud outside the house. She was petrified when she peered through the window and saw an eerie thing that crashed into her dog’s house. Holding her revolver, she went to the garden. She shrieked when she found Spark, her hound, lifeless, laying on its own pool of blood.
Pandora stopped crying when she saw the thing that smashed and slayed Spark in an instant. She was frightened when she saw a green, mucky fluid coming out of the machine. It was a huge metal object, the same size as Spark’s doghouse, but looked much heavier. She hesitated at first, but was curious enough to see who or what was inside it. To her dismay, there was no one there – or should I say nothing was there. She anticipated seeing a something extra-terrestrial, or a Martian. She decided to go inside the house to call the cops, but she heard screeching sounds from that weird thing. When she turned to look at the machine, a flying green light hit her. She fainted.
Three days after, Pandora finally awakened. She was feeling great, energized. She went straight to the mirror. She was uncertain of what she was, but at the same time amazed. No, she her skin didn’t turn green, but her hair did, and her eyes looked like emeralds. Other than that, it was still her face but prettier … and no more zits.
She remembered the machine, so she hurried to the backyard her surprise, it wasn’t there anymore, and so was Spark.
Days passed by and Pandora got used to the changes. She felt stronger. She didn’t have to wear glasses because her vision was crystal clear. She could write a thousand stories in a day. She did everything in haste and accuracy.
Thirty days after the incident, a man came to Pandora’s house. He introduced himself as Peter Parker. He asked, “Do you recognize this?” Pandora denied. He told Pandora that it struck his house about a month ago, and something uncanny happened to him after a red flying thing hit him. “How many are we?” she thought to herself, “but how did he find me?”
Reading her thoughts, Peter explained that he works in NASA. They actually spotted five unknown flying objects that night, but authorities never found where it landed. “So, there are five of us? Do they know about you?” Pandora asked. Peter answered, “No, I didn’t tell them. See Pandora, after that night, I felt somewhat … strange and powerful.” Peter talked about all the changes in his body. And so did Pandora talked about hers.
After a long talk Pandora asked, “What should we do, Peter? I never felt this great in my whole life, but I’m scared. What if the wrong people find out about us? What should we do?” Peter replied with great enthusiasm, “Don’t worry, Pandora. You are not alone. We will help each other. We will find the others.”
Without a second thought, Pandora moved in speed and packed her things. A minute after they were inside her truck. Before she turned on the ignition, she took a deep breath. “I hope we are doing the right thing, Peter. I hope … I hope nothing bad happened to the others.” Peter touched her hands and said, “Look. Nothing bad happened to us. I’m sure the other three are okay, too.” Pandora smiled and started the engine.
“So, where do we head first?” Pandora asked as she drove the truck out of her garage.