Melody Joy wrote:
Murry
was never popular in school. Probably because she was the only rhinoceros in
the crash who had a boy’s name despite her obvious femine curves. As a result, the
other rhinos refused to play with her at school.
One day, little Murry was
playing by herself in the sandbox when she squinted too hard at the bucket and
it burst into flames. Something dark awakened in her as she looked at the
smoldering pool of purple plastic that she had once used to make epic
sandcastles.
She spend every day and every
night after that practicing with her newfound superpowers, careful to not let
anyone see her until she was certain that she had them under control. She
became more and more secluded over the years as she spent all her time alone.
On the last day of school, all
of the other rhinos were ready to graduate. She had been forgotten as per
usual, even by the teachers. Just as the most popular rhino got up to gave the
graduation speech, Murry burst into the auditorium, eyes blazing.
Concentrating all of her pent up
anger into one big burst of energy, she swept her eyes across the room and
watched students, teachers, and parents burst into flames. They screamed, ran,
and tried to escape, but it was too late.
Soon, all that was left of the
school was a pile of ash and bones. Murry herself got caught in the flames and
burned to death along with everyone else. The site remains smoky to this day,
and it is said that if you listen closely, you can still hear the screams of
the rhinos fleeing in terror from Murry’s wrath.
Dana Lee wrote:
My name is Shaylalay the rhinoceros. I am just an ordinary rhino
living in an ordinary life. Well, that is what I like people to think. I have
super powers that I have not told anyone about. Mostly, I can talk to humans
which allows me to prey on them easier. My family thinks I am just a very good
hunter but I will never tell them my secret.
* * * * *
My name is Frank. I am a professional rhino hunter, and am quite
good at it if I do say so myself. I have trophies overflowing in a room in the
basement of my house. I also have the record for capturing the most amount of
rhinos in the history of the world. I am on a mission to capture what is known
as the "talking rhino."
* * * * *
(Shaylalay) I was walking through the forest one day when I came
across an odd fellow. His name, he told me, was Frank. He told me that he was
here to kill me. He said that he was some sort of professional hunter.
"Don't make me laugh," I said. I continued on my path but could not
shake the feeling that someone was following me. I turned around and sure
enough. Frank was following my every path. I knew I had to do something. I
could not give my secret away to my family. But more importantly I needed to
protect them from this maniac. If I led him to my house he would surely kill
them all.
* * * * *
(Frank) It was not long before I found the talking rhino. I knew
I could get her to do what I wanted. I just needed to stay on her trail long
enough to kill her. She may even lead me to her family which would be a sweeter
reward for me.
* * * * *
(Shaylalay) I found the biggest cave I could to take cover in. I
needed a plan. All of a sudden! It hit me! I have a super power or convincing
humans to do bizarre things....and he would sure make for a tasty dinner. I
gathered all of my other animal friends and together we made a potion that
would sure kill this human who was so focused on killing me and my family.
* * * * *
(Frank) I followed the rhino into the cave. I noticed there was a
lot of water in a well. I was so thirsty that I took a sip. I got dizzy. My
language was slurred. Next thing I know I was laying on the ground with all
these animals surrounding me with forks and knives.
Then I woke up.
That was the weirdest dream I ever had. Perhaps I should stop
watching the animal planet before heading to bed.
Chuck C. wrote: (warning: this story gets a bit graphic.)
Terrance's victory:
“Hey
Terrance, if your horn was any shorter, not even poachers would want you!” they shouted at him as he left Ivory High School, which was nearly his alma matter. You
see, Terrance was not the most popular rhino at the world's only rhino high
school. The results of experimentation gone awry, the crop of
sentient rhinos were living 30 miles outside of the Detroit Zoo. Like any gathering
of sentient beings, there was a social order to be recognized. Terrance was at the bottom of this order.
He made his
way back to his home with his head hung low. He was sick of being treated so
poorly just because his horn was shorter than everybody else's. It was a stormy night.
Thunder and lighting was cracking through the sky. Terrance started to pick up
his pace. The thunder was making him nervous. Suddenly his senses were overwhelmed by a white flash and an impossibly loud crack. He keeled over
and passed out.
When he
awoke he had no idea how much time had passed. He was right were he had passed
out. He looked at his watch and realized that nearly a day had passed. If he did not hurry he would be late for his own graduation. Despite his
unpopularity he was the top of his class. The human teachers always preferred
him over the rest of his classmates. They decided that he would be Ivory High's
first valedictorian. Although this made his human caretakers proud, it was yet
another social hindrance. He ran briskly towards the stadium as he could
already hear the music starting.
Suddenly
his path was obstructed by Rodney, a spoiled and entitled brat who's parents
owned the high school. He stopped
suddenly mere feet in from running into him.
“So
Terrance, ready to graduate today? I hear you're the favorite, even with
your...inadequacies” He said with a snark.
Terrance
could feel the rage building up inside of him. He had put up with this for four
years. “Get out of my way Rodney, I have to get to graduation”.
Rodney
strut around the path a bit, scuffing his hoof across the ground. “What are you
going to do about it Terrance?”
Terrance
was done. He had had enough. “Move now, Rodney, or you'll regret it,” he huffed.
Rodney trotted over face to face with Terrance. “Why don't you make me?” He whispered.
Terrance's
horn began to glow a bright red as his nostrils huffed with a reddish smoke.
“Hey man! Cool it, alright? I was just joking,” Rodney said, his voice beginning to shake.
He stepped back a little, but was near frozen in fear.
“You've
mocked me for the last time Rodney,” Terrance said, his eyes glowing.
Suddenly
his horn shot straight up from his head. It went about twenty feat into the
air, curved back around and shot down towards Rodney's head. Rodney let out a
rather loud and feminine scream before the horn drove through his skull and
pinned it to ground. It lifted out of Rodney's perforated skull and reattached
itself to Terrance's head before Terrance had realized what had happened.
He stood there in shock at the gory scene in front of him. For a moment he panicked at what he had done. That moment,
though, was fleeting. He realized then how he can get his revenge. All the years of
bullying, teasing, and ostracizing him for his small horn, its time they got some
payback.
He strolled
past the pile of gray flesh that was Rodney and made his way to the stadium
where the ceremony had already begun. He made it to the back of the stage.
“And
everyone give a hand for this year's valedictorian Terrance Witherbee!” the
announcer said.
Terrance strode up the stage and set himself behind the podium.
Before him was everyone who had chided him, scorned him, and made him
feel like a loser. Well, they were about to get theirs, he thought.
“You know,
I have been a student here at Ivory High School for 4 years,” he said. Someone
in the front row snickered about his horn. “I have never truly felt a part of
things here,” his horn began to glow, “It's time you all know how I really feel.”
The
crowd began to gasp as he kicked the podium over and stared into the crowd.
Red smoke pumped through his nostrils as his horn shot up and weaved its way
through the crowd. They began to scatter but it was no use. Terrance's horn
caught up with them. Soon the field was still and quiet with a light red fog
hazing over it. His horn reattached itself to his head and he got off the stage.
As he strode away from the horror scene with one thought in his head: how
fitting, how poetic, that his scorned horn be the instrument of their
demise.
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