I have zero clue where the rest of the story was going. This is all that there is in the file.
Was this a contemporary story? Fantasy? Some weird mash-up? One has no idea. One doesn't really want to know, truthfully, because it sucks. Sorry, ghost-of-Nora-past, keep trying!Arlina flicked a strand of pale red hair back from her face and eyed her opponent warily. Tall, but so was she; strong, but so was she; tricky and wily, but so was she. An even match, overall, and the spectators all held their breath in anticipation of the next move.“All done now, pretty girl?” Dreyson sneered, his handsome face showing his scorn.Let him waste his time giving taunts, Arlina thought fiercely, feinting in to probe his weak side reflexes. If he worries so much about that, I’ll find a way past his defenses. Yet for all her inner bravado, Arlina was worried. So far, Dreyson had evaded her attacks well, and keeping him at bay had been no easy task.“Kill her, Drey!” someone shouted from the crowd, which ignited cheers from some and boos from others.He’s mine! Arlina cried inwardly, darting under Dreyson’s sudden jab and nailing him in the side of the face. Stunned that she had managed to place a good blow, Dreyson dropped his shield stance just a hair, which was all the opening Arlina needed. Before he could recover, she was beating him back, raining blows on him. In the flurry of attack, she neglected to maintain all of her defense, and Dreyson gave her some good bruises before the bell was finally rung.“And the winner is Arlina von Dryke!” declared the overseer. Arlina gave a small bow, a half-smile quirking her lips.“Good fight, Drey,” she told her opponent.“I must be having a bad day if I’m getting beat by a girl,” Drey replied ruefully. “Hey, catch you later for dinner? I think Kelly is having people over.”Arlina shook her head. “Send him my regrets. I’ve got to head over and see my parents.”“How’re they doing? Last I heard it wasn’t looking too good.”“It’s not, that’s why I’m going over. I don’t want to, you know; wish I had spent more time with them.” Arlina shrugged.“Well, Kelly will certainly miss seeing you, but I’m sure he’ll understand and admire you for what you are doing,” Dreyson replied, a mischievous smile stealing across his face.“Oh, shut up,” Arlina told him sourly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”She could hear Dreyson’s laughter as she made her way to her car, smiling ruefully. It was true that she seemed to be able to do no wrong as far as Kelly was concerned.
My scanner is broken, so this throwback photo is going back only so far as Facebook allows. Please enjoy this example of me being almost too willing to make fun of myself. Spring break, sophomore year of college. I was 19—so yeah, a baby. And yet older than I was when I wrote the von Dryke! Yeesh. Now I feel old...
Literally feeding the jokes.