Emerson: A Fictional Narrative
Ruby went home as instructed. When she got home, she received her usual greeting from Emerson. “Hello cat.” She rubbed his ears and found her usual place on the couch. For the longest time she’d gone on and on to Emerson about how she’d kill to go on a date with Azazel.
“Can you believe it Emerson?” She walked to the kitchen and poured the puffball some food and filled his water. “I, Ruby Bennett, am going on a date with Azazel von Trip. A.K.A the hottest guy in the entire universe.”
Emerson meowed at her as if to respond with “Could you please stop talking about it.”
“Alright, alright.” She replied to his meowing. “But if all goes well you’ll be hearing about it for a very long time.”
She made her way to the bathroom and looked at …show more content…
“It’s more like how long as he had me. He found me. It was raining outside and I had been holding on to some papers where I had written some code and a wind come by and blew them out of my grasp. I ran after them of course, and when they finally stopped I saw a small kitten jumping up and down on the paper as if trying to keep them in place. When I bent down to pick up my now soaked papers. He looked at me as if to ask if he did a good job. I told him ‘yes little one thank you’ and I picked up the wet kitten, carried him home, and we’ve been together ever since.” Ruby looked at Emerson and he was looking at her as if to acknowledge the truthfulness behind her story.
“That’s a lovely story Ruby.” Azazel smiled at her. “Well Let’s go to dinner shall we?” Azazel held out his arm for Ruby to hold. “Go on dear I don’t bite.”
Ruby wrapped her arm in his it felt nice but his skin was cold, but she didn’t mind. She let her mind wonder about where they might go as they walked to Azazel’s car. The car was black, sleek, something you’d expect a man of wealth to drive. He opened the door for Ruby and she climbed inside. Classical music dripped slowly from the stereo.
“Lovely isn’t?” Azazell interrupted the sweet sound of the classical music. Ruby looked out the window with wonder as they past every restaurant in town and turned down a road she didn’t know. It was small and overgrown. The trees gave it a magical feel as they leaned and arched together as if guiding the
“Can you believe it Emerson?” She walked to the kitchen and poured the puffball some food and filled his water. “I, Ruby Bennett, am going on a date with Azazel von Trip. A.K.A the hottest guy in the entire universe.”
Emerson meowed at her as if to respond with “Could you please stop talking about it.”
“Alright, alright.” She replied to his meowing. “But if all goes well you’ll be hearing about it for a very long time.”
She made her way to the bathroom and looked at …show more content…
“It’s more like how long as he had me. He found me. It was raining outside and I had been holding on to some papers where I had written some code and a wind come by and blew them out of my grasp. I ran after them of course, and when they finally stopped I saw a small kitten jumping up and down on the paper as if trying to keep them in place. When I bent down to pick up my now soaked papers. He looked at me as if to ask if he did a good job. I told him ‘yes little one thank you’ and I picked up the wet kitten, carried him home, and we’ve been together ever since.” Ruby looked at Emerson and he was looking at her as if to acknowledge the truthfulness behind her story.
“That’s a lovely story Ruby.” Azazel smiled at her. “Well Let’s go to dinner shall we?” Azazel held out his arm for Ruby to hold. “Go on dear I don’t bite.”
Ruby wrapped her arm in his it felt nice but his skin was cold, but she didn’t mind. She let her mind wonder about where they might go as they walked to Azazel’s car. The car was black, sleek, something you’d expect a man of wealth to drive. He opened the door for Ruby and she climbed inside. Classical music dripped slowly from the stereo.
“Lovely isn’t?” Azazell interrupted the sweet sound of the classical music. Ruby looked out the window with wonder as they past every restaurant in town and turned down a road she didn’t know. It was small and overgrown. The trees gave it a magical feel as they leaned and arched together as if guiding the