Blossoms Of Sakura: Plz enjoy my first fanfic everyone! It's gonna be a short story w/ three small parts to bare with me! Plz R&R!
Black Cats Don't Always Bring Bad Luck
There was once a stray black cat. She was young, determined and strong spirited. But her life was missing something. It was too dull, too much of the same thing over and over again, routine, daily. She wished and she prayed for a change, something new, and something exciting. One day, someone responded to her plea. She woke up one morning feeling, different, although she didn't know why at first. Then she got up. She stood on her two back legs and looked down. She stood at least 5 feet from the floor.
"What's wrong with me?" the cat thought at she looked around puzzled. She looked to the ground and saw her back paws, or feet, I should say. They were human feet. She examined the rest of her. She was human! She was tall, slim and fair with long flowing black hair down past her shoulder blades. She looked in the mirror to find that her face was slightly flat, not the prettiest one that she had ever seen, but it would do and her large almond shaped black eyes roamed around and examined everything. She also wore black clothes; a long sleeved bow neck shirt and a mini skirt. On her feet were small black sandals and she looked to be around 18 years old. As she was examining her new body, she heard a voice. It seemed powerful and almighty. It spoke to her.
"I have given you a new chance, a second life for I know you to be discontent with the one you previously had. Am I not correct?"
"Yes," said the cat, who was now a girl, "but who are you?"
"That does not matter. Go out and enjoy your new life but here this. You must fall in love with a human in three days. If you do, and he kisses you, you can stay a human for as long as you live. But if you do not succeed, you will die."
"Me? Die?"
"Yes."
"I won't die," said the girl as she felt the presence of the voice slipping away.
Black Cats Don't Always Bring Bad Luck
There was once a stray black cat. She was young, determined and strong spirited. But her life was missing something. It was too dull, too much of the same thing over and over again, routine, daily. She wished and she prayed for a change, something new, and something exciting. One day, someone responded to her plea. She woke up one morning feeling, different, although she didn't know why at first. Then she got up. She stood on her two back legs and looked down. She stood at least 5 feet from the floor.
"What's wrong with me?" the cat thought at she looked around puzzled. She looked to the ground and saw her back paws, or feet, I should say. They were human feet. She examined the rest of her. She was human! She was tall, slim and fair with long flowing black hair down past her shoulder blades. She looked in the mirror to find that her face was slightly flat, not the prettiest one that she had ever seen, but it would do and her large almond shaped black eyes roamed around and examined everything. She also wore black clothes; a long sleeved bow neck shirt and a mini skirt. On her feet were small black sandals and she looked to be around 18 years old. As she was examining her new body, she heard a voice. It seemed powerful and almighty. It spoke to her.
"I have given you a new chance, a second life for I know you to be discontent with the one you previously had. Am I not correct?"
"Yes," said the cat, who was now a girl, "but who are you?"
"That does not matter. Go out and enjoy your new life but here this. You must fall in love with a human in three days. If you do, and he kisses you, you can stay a human for as long as you live. But if you do not succeed, you will die."
"Me? Die?"
"Yes."
"I won't die," said the girl as she felt the presence of the voice slipping away.