The date was 13th July, my 345th birthday. It will be my last time in Europe. The people here started to realize that I looked like my mother, me from before, and my grandmother, also me. It took them quite a bit of time, but then I also made it seem like I was aging with makeup, wigs, and contacts.
It was interesting to see how the people, style, and language changed over the years. We went from wearing dresses and tuxedos, all the fancy stuff, to casual clothing like pants and shirts, for both genders. The hair changes also were interesting, from big hairstyles to more tamed styles.
And yet everything had a funny way of repeating itself. Although I admire the ever changing elements of society, they never stray from what I expect. I guess when you've been alive for over three centuries, everything becomes seemingly more monotonous. A part of me longs for something new. Anything to break me out of this endless cycle. But as this feeling of restlessness bubbles to the surface, I suppress it instinctively. Besides, I should enjoy Europe while I'm here right?
Suddenly, a man with an eye patch over one eye came up to me. He had the appearance of someone who has been in charge for years. (OHMG FURY?!? THAT YOU????) Plus, he reminded me of someone on the news.
His brow was furrowed as he approached me, paper and pen in hand. His grievous expression made me feel like I might be something like his next murder victim. I tried to look casual and not back away. I read somewhere that showing dominance goes a long way.
To my utter surprise, he stopped in front of me and smiled.
"Can you draw me something?" I attempted to mask my surprise. It seemed to work and I nodded yes.
"What would you like?" I asked the man in front of me.
"Just a cat, an orange one, annoying, looks cute but is dangerous," The man told me. That was oddly... specific? And how would I do orange, or was that to know what the personality might be.
"Ok," I told him and got to work. My skills were good since I worked as an artist for the longest time and loved drawing at random.
"Ok, here is your requested cat," I told him while giving him the paper. He seemed happy with the cat and handed me some cash while walking away. I was speechless at that and found a card within the money. It said Director Fury, deceased, number (xxx) xxx-xxxx.
So that's why he looked familiar, interesting.
(I once again thank my study buddy for helping me with this work of art. I'm glad they didn't question the fact that I included Fury and Goose into my work. We both got really excited over Goose being included in the story. I actually might make this into a fanfic, but be warned. It might sink or swim.)
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Short Stories I Made in Class
Historia CortaI'm planning to put any and all stories I write in my creative writing class here. I will put warnings if there is anything that might trigger or make anyone uncomfortable.
