The moonlight brushes warmly across the Lupine household. A young wolf gently jars himself out of his bed and stretches his aching limbs, listening to the bats squeaking outside his window. Stumbling through the bright room, he pulls open the dresser drawers and sets aside his shorts and shirt before sliding his underclothing over his shaggy grey fur. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he glares at the charming reflection in his mirror.
"Good Night Mr. Lowell!" whispers the dog with his smile. Lowell growls at the mirror before finishing his nightly routine of preparing a dinner of fried fish, watering the sentient cactus plant that takes residence in his living room, tossing a load of laundry into the washer. The sentient cactus plant wishes Lowell a good night before returning to the television in the living room. Lowell pricks his paw on the cactus's arm and draws a keyhole on the front door with the red liquid oozing from his finger. The door creaks open, and the refreshing artificial light of the street lamps flood his senses.
The sky was dark, people without faces skittered past the sulky canine, and the horizon faded out of existence beyond Lowell's understanding. A young human girl jogged behind him and called out "Good night Lowell!" to which he abruptly spun around and sniffed at the air. "What's wrong?" she squeaked. Lowell squinted and looked around, but could not see the beautiful girl before him. She was a goddess amongst people to which anyone would agree that she was the most beautiful and kind, but for Lowell she was simply an annoying voice that plagued his sensitive ears. With a grunt, the wolf returned to his path ignoring the girl's protests. "Lowell, please don't leave again. Why won't you even talk to me?" She struggled to keep in pace with his long stride. The remainder of the walk was quiet aside from the occasional stranger's greeting, "Good Night Lowell!"
The school's decrepit form rose into view, filled with vultures and angelic levitating brains. The grass around the building had completely died, crumpling and dissolving underfoot. The building had a presence that demanded one's attention, swallowing up any of the hopes its students dream of. An enormous sign hinges on a rusted pole that read "World's End High School". The front doors of the school swing open, allowing in any of the brave warriors who dared step appendage inside. The girl squeaked and hid behind the wolf's large figure as he stomped down the bright black hallways.
"Lowell, how are you so brave? It's so scary in here. This place can kill your future but you're not fazed!" The girl persisted in trying to hold a conversation with the aloof creature. Her soft voice soothed the nerves of all who heard it, but the wolf simply scratched at the ringing in his ears. The wolf growls and enters the dimly lit classroom. As the other students take their seats, the wolf finds a place in the back of the room where he feels no one will see or bother him. Unfortunately for him, the young girl finds her seat next to his, attracting the stares of all her admirers.
"Good night Lowell!" A small wolf calls out across the chatter of the other classmates. The grizzled wolf looked around the room, spotting a small younger canine that resembled his own aspirations. "Are you ready to learn?" The young wolf sat in front Lowell. The quiet creature rolled his yellow eyes and grunts in compliance. "Ok, now close your eyes. Let go of your mind. Breathe slowly, slower, stop. Now open your eyes." He slowly opened his eyes, adjusting them to the soft blackness that echoed all about. The not-Lowell's pure voice echoes throughout the inky black space, "Why are you so full of hate? " Lowell's breathing grows quick and raspy, and he clutches at his chest. His eyes widen, his mouth dries, and the hackles on his neck raise. "Why do you deny yourself?" the voice commanded. Lowell opens his mouth, but no sound could escape his throat. He balls up his fists and trembles. He shakes and rocks back and forth, nauseated and weak. Sweat and saliva drip from his face as he bores a hole into the ground with his wrathful stare. "You must be a terrible person, to ignore her like that. How have you not seen what was going on around you?" The voice seared into Lowell's mind, the omniscient truth was before him and there was no hiding from it. "None of this world was real. The absurdity, the horrors, the irony. None of it and yet you still turned your nose up at it and ignored the blatantly ridiculous." A cold liquid dribbles from Lowell's nose. He reaches up and rubs it away, inspecting his fingers in the sickening bright blackness. Ink. "Do you see now? Do you understand? Do not deny it any further." Lowell's heart was scraping at its cage in his chest. He reached aside and felt for his a_m, but something fell out of place. He looked down in ho__o_. The lette_ 'R' had fallen out of place. All a_ound the cha_acte_, as fa_ as he could see was an inky blackness. The voice spoke one last time, "It is almost complete, Á̶͙̦̠̲͢/̴̠̼̮͉̻͚͙̀/̴̹̲̞̤̫L̫͍̭̖̦͖̖͜L̀҉̮̻̞̝̤̥̱ ̡̯͓̳͖̥̹̘́͟.̫̦̯̗͚͍.̧̭̹̹̮̙͎̮͍͠.̳̖̜͠W̛̘̺̖̯̪̪͉̲3͏̗̝̼͍́ ͎̬̫̮͇͠N̶͓̞͚̯̼͓̥̙̖e̛̙̙̖̝̭̠E̬̹̫͟͟D̷̰̖̥ ͔͚͎̞̱͖͎́!̷̹̟̪̘̬̞͡ͅͅs̮͓͕̝̠̮_̷̰O̸̸̩̫͍͍u͖̬̰̰͇͜͠ͅͅ4̳͉͚͡#̶̧̮̹͈.̢̲̰̗̖͓͔̟͜ͅ.̸̯̤̖̟̙̕.̞̳̺̳͚̙̞̰M̸̨͔̪̰4͙̼1̧̧̗̻̫͍̥̖͚͟n̨̲̬͇̭̰͠ ̖̝̞͙̀C̰̖̣̝̙̫̰̼͘ḫ̶̗̀4̸̘̼̤̘̱^̷̢̢̫̙͎̘̝̗%̸͇͎̘͙̤̼̟̀͘3҉̳̩̖̪̯̮̫͝Ţ͏̻̖ͅe̗̬͉̯̩̖̰̹̬͘)̳̮̖̮̩̀͘
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"So please behave. Good Night Lowell."
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AP Lang Satire Project
WerewolfThis was a project I had to write for my AP Language and Composition class. It had to be a work of satire, so i went with a reverse-romance similar to "Twilight" and the absurdity of "Welcome to Nightvale".
