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You walk out to your mailbox, grumpy because your mom made you do it while you were in the middle of reading The Phantom of the Opera. Opening the little door, you find nothing but a golden envelope. What's this? You wonder, and you reach in.
Upon further inspection, you discover the note is sealed with a red glob of wax. The wax is imprinted with a pair of drama masks, one happy, one sad. You peal off the seal. As you slide out the letter inside, you hear faint organ music playing in the background. Ignoring the music, you read the note.
Dear Recevier of this Note,
You have been invited to the Grand Reopening of the Paris Opera House! After being abandoned for quiet a while, this opera house is finally restored to it's glory. The queens and toms of Paris are itching to get their paws on tickets to shows, but you're lucky enough to get a behind-the-scenes tour!
You will be able to see many performances, experience the wonder of early 20th century France, and even go on a tour of the Paris Opera House!* There may even be some very special guests who might show up! Your AEs and CAPTCHAs are welcome. Do you dare to come with me on a slpendid journey of music and mystery?
Sincerely, The House Owner
*We are not responsible for deaths, hauntings, or anything of that sorts. The one thing we can promise is that the Feline of the Opera will not be responsible for those things.
You shrug, and think, This seems fun. Suddenly, fur starts sprouting up all over your skin, and the world around you starts to spin. You soon find yourself in front of the Paris Opera House, as an anthropomorphic cat.
submitted by The House Owner, age 32, Paris, France
(August 24, 2016 - 7:30 pm)
(August 24, 2016 - 7:30 pm)
Day 3, Part 6
"How'd you die?" September asked The Feline. He sighed. "I... I... I went insane at the end of my life." The Feline sobbed. "At least I got to say goodbye to Celeste." "Who's Celeste?" September inquired. "I love her." The Feline sniffed. "Although she probably thinks of me as a lunatic."
Tears started to well up at the corners of September's eyes. "That's so sad..." she murmured. "That's my life for you," The Feline muttered darkly. "Sad and full of loss." "You still didn't answer my questions." September pointed out. The Feline stood. "Unfortunately for me, Celeste's jealous husband turned me in and I found myself in jail. After a while, I went crazy, and eventually incredibly aggressive, so..." His voice trailed off. "You can pretty much guess what happened, considering you noticed the hole in my head."
September started to cry. "Is there anything I can do?" she asked. The Feline didn't answer. September got up and walked in front of him. "Hello?" She waved a hand in front of his face. The Feline growled and batted September's hand away. "You can leave." he snapped, sitting back down. September slowly walked away, and as she did so, she took one last glance back at The Feline. He was sitting in a position where his knees obscured his face, with his arms wrapped tightly around his legs.
~~~
Meanwhile, The House Owner and the CBers began to wonder where September went. "Oh, I hope The Feline didn't kill her..." The House Owner fretted. "He did promise me he wouldn't..."
Suddenly, September appeared. She looked tired, and the fur on her face glistened with tears. Chester and Cortana ran over to her and asked what was wrong. "The Feline is dead..." she sobbed. Chester growled. "I'll get that dumb murderer if it's the last thing I do!" September shook her head. "He wasn't murdered." she sniffed. "He was already dead." The CBers gasped. "We were walking around with a ghost!" Cried Tuxedo Kitten. September nodded. "He mentioned someone by the name of Celeste."
Cortana cocked her head. "Who's Celeste?" September shrugged. "I dunno. The Feline just said that he loved her."
Just then The Feline appeared. He gave everyone an icy look and sat down in a chair. "It seems your friend September told you my secret." he muttered, then he started to cry. September walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. It sunk through his body. September lifted her hand out. "Don't cry," she meowed. The Feline growled. "Stupid world," he snarled. Then he continued sobbing. Clouded Leopard wiped away a tear.
All of a sudden, a loud banging sound started up. The Feline whimpered, but looked up. The House Owner excused himself and ran to see who it was. After a few minutes, he came back with a pretty white queen. The Feline's jaw dropped.
(October 15, 2016 - 3:35 pm)
Top, or I will claw out your eyes!
Who on earth are you talking to?!?
This thread. I want people to read your story.
Thank you. But why?
Because I want to see Celeste again. Duh.
Oh.
echz.
What do echoes have to do with what we're talking about?
I dunno. I just wanted to say that.
(October 15, 2016 - 3:57 pm)
Nice!
(October 15, 2016 - 6:33 pm)
Top!
(October 15, 2016 - 5:38 pm)
Great job so far, House Owner!!!
*GASP* THE SUSPENSE!!!!!
Meow?
(October 15, 2016 - 7:12 pm)
Thanks to the both of you.
*bows*
(October 16, 2016 - 9:45 am)
Ooooooh is it Celeste???
(October 16, 2016 - 1:08 pm)
My, my, you are clever!
(October 16, 2016 - 7:10 pm)
Day 3, Part 7
The Feline~
Celeste is here. She's truly here.
"Celeste!" I cry, running up to her. We embrace. I've never felt happier in my entire life.
Well, of course, I was happier when Eloise was born, but those days are over. She is not a part of my life anymore.
I start to cry. Of joy, obviously. "Celeste," I mew when we pull apart. "I love you." She smiles. "I love you, too, Pierre." Her deep blue eyes glisten with tears, but yet she grins from ear to ear.
Then there's an ominous thump behind me. I whip my head around to find September lying on the ground. When I try to rush over, I collapse and everything goes dark.
~~~
When I awaken, I'm in a misty realm where the sky is gray and the ground is flat. Ugh, I think. Not here again.
September is lying down next to me, a confused look plastered on her face. "Hm?" she mumbles groggily. Then she sees something and freezes.
When I roll onto my back, I see someone who I hoped I'd never see again. Death, and his stupid three-headed dog, Cerberus. "What do you want, Death?" I spat.
"September here wanted to give you a second chance." it replies, pointing a bony finger at the golden-brown tabby. "Well, that's a surprise." I mutter.
"SILENCE!!!" Death roars. Cerberus howls, a sound as dark as night and as deep as the sea. Death ignores the noisy cur and turns to September. "Are you willing to give up your life-force to give Pierre here a second chance?"
September looks confused. "Who's Pierre?" she inquired. Death rolls his weird, red pupil-things. "The tom lying right next to you." it answers.
September thinks for a bit before giving her answer. "Yes." she finally meows. "I will give him the chance to live again."
Death looks at Cerberus and says, "Fetch," The dog pads over to September and howls. Suddenly, September takes on a weird glow and little golden orb floats out from her mouth. It floats obediently into Death's hand, who chucks it to me. The orb floats to me, and then everything is black.
~~~
Pain.
Thrumming, hurting, overwhelming.
The light burrows it's way into my eyelids, and they flutter open. "Oog..." I groan. The pain in the back of my head grows stronger.
When my vision blurs into focus, I can make out the CBers and Celeste hovering over me. Celeste hands me a paw, and helps me up. Then The Artist shrieks.
I collapse into Celeste's arms. "My head..." I moan. A puddle of blood lies where my head just lay.
(October 17, 2016 - 4:30 pm)
Wow. I liked how you wrote it from The Feline's point of view. Very descriptive.
AAAUUGGGGHHH!!! THE FELINE IS BLEEDING TO DEATH!!! *faints*
No he isn't, Tulip. That's just the wound in his head that caused him to die.
Who (and what) gave him the wound?
I don't know his name, but some guy shot The Feline.
Oh. Gross. By the way, who's Eloise?
I don't know. The Feline never told me about her.
Anywho, what we're trying to say is, great job, House Owner!
(October 18, 2016 - 4:42 pm)
Awesome! Keep writing!
(October 19, 2016 - 12:10 am)
Thank you!
(October 19, 2016 - 3:46 pm)
Ohmigosh!Ohmigosh!!!
Did September just die?
I think I did. . .
Whaaat???? Noooooooo!!!!!!
Meow! (Translation:Oh no!)
At least, I think I died
I don't really know either. . .
Meow. . . (Me neither)
So, House Owner, great job so far! Also, did I just die?
(October 19, 2016 - 11:50 pm)
Day 3 & 4, Part 8
After Celeste helped The Feline into the nearest chair, The House Owner marched over to inspect September. She lay on the floor with a small dart burrowed in her neck, blood welling up at the wound. The House Owner hoisted September's limp body up, and plopped her into another chair.
Kate-the-Great walked over to The Feline. His eyes were glazed over, and his breathing was heavy and labored. Wait, Kate-the-Great thought. Ghosts don't breath, nor do they bleed.
The Feline groaned again. Kate-the-Great stepped back to give him room. But then a sudden thought came to her. She turned The Feline's head, and to her surprise, there was a tiny hole on the back of his head, which was oozing blood.
"How did The Feline die?" Kate-the-Great asked Celeste. Celeste sniffed. "Some idiot shot him in the head." she growled, tears pricking her eyes. Something clicked in Kate-the-Great's brain. If ghosts can't breath or bleed, and the wound that killed The Feline is bleeding, then The Feline must be alive!
"The Feline lives!" Kate-the-Great shouted. "No he doesn't!" Celeste snapped. "He died five years ago." "Ghosts can't bleed." Kate reasoned. "And here he is, bleeding away." Celeste gasped, as did the rest of the group. "He lives again..." Celeste whispered.
~~~
Don't fret, September. The cause of your death is hidden somewhere.
(October 20, 2016 - 4:20 pm)
(October 22, 2016 - 9:53 am)