This is a two chapter continuation series for the story "The Lady or the Tiger?" by Frank r. Stockton. My English class had to read it. For extra credit, we could make a contuation of what we thought came out of the door. I couldn't decide, so I wrote two. I hope you enjoy it! I'm not forcing you to read the book first, but I guess you don't have to. It would be nice, tho, if you don't wanna be confused.
"He turned and, with a firm and rapid step, he walked across the empty space. Every heart stopped beating, every breath was held, every eye was fixed immovably upon that man. Without the slightest hesitation, he went to the door on the right and opened it…"
It was silent for but a moment until a flash of orange brought the young man to his knees. The tiger's thunderous roar echoed throughout the coliseum. The brawling pair tumbled, the colorful blur being tainted with liquid rubies. The youth's screams rose above the cat's growls.
Tears rushed to her eyes and a lump rose to her throat as the princess realized her mistake and was consumed by guilt. To add to her remorse, she saw her father out of the corner of her eye. The king was smiling gaily, enjoying the "rebellious, foolish boy" being slaughtered by the fierce creature. She turned her head, unable to act as a spectator any longer.
This was my entire fault, she thought, unable to block the screams, laughs, roars, and gasps from her ears. He's being killed because I was selfish. I couldn't stand for him to be with that trembling, blushing dolt! Now, he's dying because of my jealousy and we can never be together.
As another loud roar broke through her thoughts, so did a solution to this problem.
The princess jumped up and bolted to the castle. Servants and maids she passed vainly tried to stop her, "Princess, come back! My Lady, where are you going?" but their efforts were fruitless. She raced on. The cold rush of air against her face from running cooled and dried the hot tears cascading down her cheeks and neck, giving her face the feeling of being caked with drying plaster.
She ran down the familiar, stone corridor to her room, her feet slapping against the floor and echoing throughout the palace. She came upon her room in less than a minute's time. She slipped in the door and locked it from the inside. The princess quickly located her favorite shawl, knowing what she must do. She took one last look at her room.
Soon, she was reunited with her true love.