This is my first story. I hope you enjoy.
"Kent, that's good work," Perry said gruffly, handing Clark
a copy of the paper with his Superman scoop on the front page.
"Thank you, sir. I was just in the right place at the right
time, I guess."
"Well that's what being a good reporter's all about. You keep
it up."
"Thank you," Clark said again, pleased.
Jimmy picked
up the paper and read from Clark's article. "'Let there be no
mistake, Metropolis is my home now, I am here to stay.' That
should make life pretty interesting."
"Where's the story behind the story, you know?" Jimmy asked
plaintively. "Where's the juicy stuff? Where's the dirt? Where are the ticklish details?"
Cat Grant, the gossip columnist and rival to Lois Lane, looked past Jimmy's shoulder. "I think that's coming in
right now."
They turned to look. It was Lois Lane, but Lois as they'd
never seen her before. She was wearing the same beige suit she had
worn the day before, but now she was covered in sweat. She was missing both of her usual high heel shoes, and she was wearing nylons and limping awkwardly. Her hair was in wild
disarray. She carried in one hand a large plastic
trash bag, and she looked ready to bite the head off the first
person who spoke to her. She walked towards her desk, leaving
behind her a wake of startled faces and stifled laughter.
"Lois, what happened?" Jimmy asked.
"Nothing. Nothing at all," she said blankly, continuing
towards her desk. Then she turned back, her voice laden with her
trademark sarcasm. "Oh! You're referring to my appearance! Well,
I think that after hours of being tickle tortured, I have a perfect right to
be a bit... disheveled." She turned to walk away, and then whirled
back. "By the way, did you know that it is possible to get completely
lost at the Metropolis Library?" she asked
rhetorically, her voice rising to the edge of hysteria.
"Of course my little trip to hell wasn't a total failure,"
she continued, opening the garbage bag. "I found this!" She held
up a plastic toy Godzilla doll, with bright red underwear on it
and an 'S' drawn on its chest in red. All week, Lois had been going hard after the Superman story, even stealing idea's from her co-workers. When Cat had said, "Somebody ought to teach her a lesson," Jimmy replied, "Like who, Godzilla." Godzilla had apparently taught Miss Lane her lesson. The three smiled, unable to
help themselves. Trying to gather the shreds of her dignity, Lois
hobbled to Cat's desk and faced her squarely. She took a
crumpled piece of paper out and showed it to her. "You wouldn't
happen to have any idea who sent me this, would you?" she asked
pointedly.
Cat's only reply was a shrug.
She picked up the paper Jimmy had left on Clark's desk, and
saw the name Superman in the headline, with Clark Kent's name on
the byline. "You got the story? You?" she asked sharply.
He couldn't keep back a smug grin. "Yep."
Then Cat said, "Consider this a life
lesson, Lois. No charge." She tweaked her cheek.
"Uh-huh," she said slowly. It had been a hoax, engineered by
Cat Grant. She had spent the entire night wandering around the
Metropolis Library in search
of a non-existent spaceship belonging to Superman, while he had gotten an interview with
Superman. And to make things worse, she had been tickle tortured.
She limped over to her desk, defeated, trying to ignore Cat's
giggle.
But what exactly had happened to Lois Lane last night?
TO BE CONTINUED...
What do you think so far?
"Kent, that's good work," Perry said gruffly, handing Clark
a copy of the paper with his Superman scoop on the front page.
"Thank you, sir. I was just in the right place at the right
time, I guess."
"Well that's what being a good reporter's all about. You keep
it up."
"Thank you," Clark said again, pleased.
Jimmy picked
up the paper and read from Clark's article. "'Let there be no
mistake, Metropolis is my home now, I am here to stay.' That
should make life pretty interesting."
"Where's the story behind the story, you know?" Jimmy asked
plaintively. "Where's the juicy stuff? Where's the dirt? Where are the ticklish details?"
Cat Grant, the gossip columnist and rival to Lois Lane, looked past Jimmy's shoulder. "I think that's coming in
right now."
They turned to look. It was Lois Lane, but Lois as they'd
never seen her before. She was wearing the same beige suit she had
worn the day before, but now she was covered in sweat. She was missing both of her usual high heel shoes, and she was wearing nylons and limping awkwardly. Her hair was in wild
disarray. She carried in one hand a large plastic
trash bag, and she looked ready to bite the head off the first
person who spoke to her. She walked towards her desk, leaving
behind her a wake of startled faces and stifled laughter.
"Lois, what happened?" Jimmy asked.
"Nothing. Nothing at all," she said blankly, continuing
towards her desk. Then she turned back, her voice laden with her
trademark sarcasm. "Oh! You're referring to my appearance! Well,
I think that after hours of being tickle tortured, I have a perfect right to
be a bit... disheveled." She turned to walk away, and then whirled
back. "By the way, did you know that it is possible to get completely
lost at the Metropolis Library?" she asked
rhetorically, her voice rising to the edge of hysteria.
"Of course my little trip to hell wasn't a total failure,"
she continued, opening the garbage bag. "I found this!" She held
up a plastic toy Godzilla doll, with bright red underwear on it
and an 'S' drawn on its chest in red. All week, Lois had been going hard after the Superman story, even stealing idea's from her co-workers. When Cat had said, "Somebody ought to teach her a lesson," Jimmy replied, "Like who, Godzilla." Godzilla had apparently taught Miss Lane her lesson. The three smiled, unable to
help themselves. Trying to gather the shreds of her dignity, Lois
hobbled to Cat's desk and faced her squarely. She took a
crumpled piece of paper out and showed it to her. "You wouldn't
happen to have any idea who sent me this, would you?" she asked
pointedly.
Cat's only reply was a shrug.
She picked up the paper Jimmy had left on Clark's desk, and
saw the name Superman in the headline, with Clark Kent's name on
the byline. "You got the story? You?" she asked sharply.
He couldn't keep back a smug grin. "Yep."
Then Cat said, "Consider this a life
lesson, Lois. No charge." She tweaked her cheek.
"Uh-huh," she said slowly. It had been a hoax, engineered by
Cat Grant. She had spent the entire night wandering around the
Metropolis Library in search
of a non-existent spaceship belonging to Superman, while he had gotten an interview with
Superman. And to make things worse, she had been tickle tortured.
She limped over to her desk, defeated, trying to ignore Cat's
giggle.
But what exactly had happened to Lois Lane last night?
TO BE CONTINUED...
What do you think so far?
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