The Wrong Arrow
Original year 11 Advanced English short story written by Aisha Akhtar - copyright users will face severe consequences
The Wrong Arrow (c)
That’s weird thought cupid, ‘I’ve never hit the wrong person like that before’, he sat on a fluffy white cloud and stared down at the world. ‘How’, he thought with a bedazzled look on his face, ‘I was concentrating’. He slightly shuddered and squared his shoulders in an attempt to pull himself back together. ‘Hmm, better go talk to mom about this’, his blue eyes sparkled with confusion, a hint of worry and a little bit of hurt. Only Venus could fix this, God of beauty and Fertility, also known as Cupids mother.
He was beautiful. A light yellowish halo sat on his golden brown curls that lay perfectly at shoulder length, one short curl escaping the twirled bunch and resting on his smooth pale forehead. Thick blonde eyelashes with high outlined cheekbones, a protruding jaw line and a slim mouth. Golden runes in the shapes of arrows, crossbows and hearts engraved in his toned bare chest. It was like wearing a shirt for cupid was forbidden.
‘Now I’ll never get my wings’, he said through mumbles while slowly sinking back into the cloud.
Yesterday
Wholemeal bread, cheese slices, salmon pieces, lettuce and tomatoes. ‘Oh yummy’ thought Jace. ‘Tastiest sandwich ever’ he said between mouthfuls of his deliciously fresh breakfast. With a beep followed by a gangster beat, his phone rang. ‘Really? Now?’ annoyed his breakfast was interrupted he brainstormed, if It’s that important, it’ll ring again. Another mouthful. Another beep. Arggh.
Straight to voice mail. ‘Jace, why are you not picking up? You’re late, I've been waiting for half an hour, and you know how much I hate waiting. Get your ass over here. NOW!! … Beep… beep.’ And with that his crazy best friend hung up. Oh shit, thought Jace, Tessie’s mad, better hurry before she bites my head off, although I am her ride. With a half-finished sandwich and an just a black singlet on,
The Wrong Arrow (c)
That’s weird thought cupid, ‘I’ve never hit the wrong person like that before’, he sat on a fluffy white cloud and stared down at the world. ‘How’, he thought with a bedazzled look on his face, ‘I was concentrating’. He slightly shuddered and squared his shoulders in an attempt to pull himself back together. ‘Hmm, better go talk to mom about this’, his blue eyes sparkled with confusion, a hint of worry and a little bit of hurt. Only Venus could fix this, God of beauty and Fertility, also known as Cupids mother.
He was beautiful. A light yellowish halo sat on his golden brown curls that lay perfectly at shoulder length, one short curl escaping the twirled bunch and resting on his smooth pale forehead. Thick blonde eyelashes with high outlined cheekbones, a protruding jaw line and a slim mouth. Golden runes in the shapes of arrows, crossbows and hearts engraved in his toned bare chest. It was like wearing a shirt for cupid was forbidden.
‘Now I’ll never get my wings’, he said through mumbles while slowly sinking back into the cloud.
Yesterday
Wholemeal bread, cheese slices, salmon pieces, lettuce and tomatoes. ‘Oh yummy’ thought Jace. ‘Tastiest sandwich ever’ he said between mouthfuls of his deliciously fresh breakfast. With a beep followed by a gangster beat, his phone rang. ‘Really? Now?’ annoyed his breakfast was interrupted he brainstormed, if It’s that important, it’ll ring again. Another mouthful. Another beep. Arggh.
Straight to voice mail. ‘Jace, why are you not picking up? You’re late, I've been waiting for half an hour, and you know how much I hate waiting. Get your ass over here. NOW!! … Beep… beep.’ And with that his crazy best friend hung up. Oh shit, thought Jace, Tessie’s mad, better hurry before she bites my head off, although I am her ride. With a half-finished sandwich and an just a black singlet on,