hi
The last one was getting a bit long again...heh. I think we need to add something more to this place or I don't know have contests and stuff or writing excersices like we had in that writing club. So what do you guys think of writing a story together. Someone could start it and post it and then someone else can do the next part. But to make it more interesting, we write whatever comes into our head, without taking too much time on it but still make it connect to the last part. What do you think?
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okay maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Heres a little bit more of my story:
Wendy seemed to have sensed this and said, “Down the hall last door on your…left.” They walked out of the room and into a narrow hallway. There were about three doors on each side. When they came to their room, they went inside and found themselves in a dark chamber with two small beds, a closet and a dresser.
“I can’t believe it!” Coyer exclaimed disdainfully. Castella, unlike him, found the room quite satisfactory. She lied down on one of the beds. It was quite comfy. She soon fell asleep.
The next morning, Castella once again awoke and found that she wasn’t dreaming. But this time, she didn’t start crying but got out of bed and found some clothes folded neatly on a chest. Coyer was still sleeping, so she tried them on and found they fit perfectly. She then went to the kitchen. Wendy was sitting at the table reading.
“Top of the morning to you!” she said without looking up.
nice maryann nice!
what do you think of the idea?
I like itJoe it has a nice touch. You arevery talented.
i agree, joe its very gripping, catches my interest.
i changed that last bit a little. heres the changes and more:
“I can’t believe it!” Coyer exclaimed. Castella, unlike him, found the room quite satisfactory. She lied down on one of the beds. It was quite comfy. She soon fell asleep.
The next day as the children were eating breakfast, Wendy said, “Now, let’s hear how each of you got here. You go first.” She pointed to Castella.
“Ok,” Castella said, “I was playing outside in my grandmother’s backyard and I stumbled and landed in this hole. I thought I was in an animal’s den or maybe a gnome’s. After about an hour Coyer came in and…”
“Wait a minute, your name is Coyer?” Wendy asked. Coyer’s face went red and he looked flabbergasted.
“Yes,” he said. Wendy looked at him for a bit and then turned back to Castella.
“So, you’re probably wondering what…” she glanced at Coyer, “what Coyer was doing in your grandmother’s backyard.” Castella nodded her head. “Ok, Coyer?”
“I was…well, I stumbled into the hole around sunset. And I thought Castella was a witch and was… I don’t really know what I was thinking, it was all very frightening.”
“Yes, for me also,” Castella added.
“So…Coyer,” she said the name as if it wasn’t actually his, “where were you?”
“In my backyard.”
“How is that possible, for him to be in his backyard and I in my grandmother’s?” Castella asked Wendy.
“Obviously one of us is confused,” Coyer said looking at Castella with his eyebrows raised. Castella glared at him.
“I am a wi…magic user, you know,” Wendy said.
“So, somehow you moved the hole without me feeling it, to Coyer’s yard,” Castella examined. Wendy nodded her head.
“But what I want to know, and I have been asking this for quite some time, is what you want with us and how long we are going to be here!” Coyer exclaimed.
“Temper, temper…Coyer. Maybe I have…” She stood up and fumbled through the shelves. Coyer rolled his eyes.
“I’m sick of your idiotic jokes! They’re not even funny!” he shouted angrily. But his face expression changed when Wendy walked over holding a vial in one hand and a cup in the other. She poured a bit of the liquid into the cup and swished some water in it.
“Drink,” she said handing it to Coyer.
“What is it?” he asked terrified.
“Nothing that will harm you, it’s just a bit of herbs in a solution meant to calm you down. Now drink up. Castella, we are going to go outside. Coyer, you can come out once you’re done.” She walked to the hallway, not even waiting for Castella, who ran to catch up. She unlocked one of the doors in the hallway and opened it, revealing a landscape so different from the one Castella was used to that at first it looked like a picture from one of the storybooks in her grandmother’s attic.
“Wow!” Castella whispered.
yes please do julie! And sarah you haven't posted lately either!
come on guys!!!! post more of your stories!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
heres a little more of mine maybe it will inspire you guys to write more....probably not.
She unlocked one of the doors in the hallway and opened it, revealing a landscape so different from the one Castella was used to that at first it looked like a picture from one of the storybooks in her grandmother’s attic.
“Wow!” Castella whispered.
“Yes, I know. Isn’t this a fabulous door?” Wendy said as she pushed the landscape, or should I say door, forward.
“What…but…?” Castella stuttered confused.
“It’s a sort of optical illusion. This door is actually just a boring old black so I decided to jazz it up a bit.”
“But…did you paint it?”
“Not paint it, see look closely. That tree is waving right? It’s not a painting; it’s called a murus oporum. It’s made with magic. Now come along. They walked outside. The actual landscape was very much like the landscape around Castella’s home, which was a disappointment for Castella. There was a garden full of odd looking plants, a forest beyond that, and snowcapped mountains beyond the forest. In the garden was a table piled high with books and vials and herbs. There were also three chairs next to it.
“Take a seat, and I shall explain…things,” she was about to say “everything” but decided against it
Marmalade please do what? Well anyway i have to write this story thing for school. Nothing is due yet but i wanted to try it out and this may remind you of something.
Have you ever lived in a big mansion filled with mystery and intrugue? Have you ever found a hidden timecapsle left by someone else? Penelope Cooldridge has done these things with minor twists. It all started on one dismal day in February. Mr. and Mrs. Cooldridge had bought an old sandstone building in a small town basically in the middle of nowhere. There plan was to renovate it and make a fine profiting business out of it. Penelope was not at all pleased with the thought of living in a desolate town in a big old creepy building but she could do nothing. The Coolidges old mustang rattled to a stop in front of their knew property.
"Now Penelope we have to finish some things with the former owners so you can wait in the car," Mrs. Cooldridge said. And she and her husband walked in. Inside they found that the building would not need to be renovated after all for there was nice polished wood floor, colorfull painted walls and lights on the ceiling that topped it off. The previous owners seemed full of joy and livliness although the outside world was full of
grimness.
"Either they are incredibly glad to have sold this place or they have a mental illness," Mr. Cooldridge said to his wife. These two people conversed for a while signed some papers and penelope saw a group of happy people walk out of the building. She got out of the car and walked inside. Penelope was a very boring girl for being 10. She enjoyed reading and taking naps by the fire she did not find excitement in having a whole building to explore.
your writing this for school? its pretty cool. its cool that its like the minnekahta. its a cool idea too. what did you think of mine? i didn't really get what you were asking me either.
oh wait i get what you were asking. i was saying please do write more of your story. cuz sarah said please write more so then i said yes please do.
sarah yours is interesting but it makes me wonder why stan or should i say adeline even stayed with keiran.you know?
Sarah ingenious. I think that it was pretty funny that Keiran started drinking wine right out of the bottle. Classic. nice.
I don't know what the last thing you guys read was but i will just post from chapter three. Make sure not to fall asleep.
Chapter 3
Ethelstains Castle
Mr. Font had completed his misfortuned journey down the track some time ago and was now waiting for another train that might take him to Ethelstains castle, headquarters of the SSPRP. The ticket master was no doubt getting frustrated with all of his questions about political affairs.
"Has anythin entrestin happend with King Ronald? James asked.
"Nope"
"What bout' Queen Penelope?"
"Nope"
"Princess Adelaine?"
"Yeah shes missing, All Abord!"
"What in the name of Sam Hill?!"
"Sir I can tell you are very moved by this but I would much appreciate it if you got on the train now, cause it ain't waitin." James was reluctantely shoved onto the train and given a compartment. He sat there bedrageled and unhappy about the sudden piece of information he recieved. A while into the trip his door opened and a young brisk boy entered the compartment holding all sorts of odds and ends.
"Ello Sir," he said sticking out his hand "Me names Franklin Brush Hopkins, how do ya do?" James sat there starring at the kid a bit wildly hoping to frighten him away. The last thing he needed right now was an annoying little boy to make matters worse. The boy was however not frightened or sad about his rudness he simply dropped some of his things sat down and starred at James interestingly.
"What do eh want kiddin?" James sighed.
"Well me mums the ticket master and she said I could take this ride an so here I am, what about you?" Fredrick asked.
"I'm here on is train to go have e business meetin with the Princes-I mean with is Royal highness," James replied.
"Oh so you ill no all bout it then," Frderick implied.
"Bout ut?"
"Bout Princess Adelaine shes missin" Frederick explained. " Here," he said handing him a newspaper that said:
Article 5 Paper 12
MISSING CHILD
On the eve of November 7 a tragedy hit the nation. Beware this will shock you. Princess Adelaine of only 12 years is missing. Experts on the case say that the last person in contact with her was her servant Marsh Ketsu of Walsh. They were last spotted in Adelaine’s room going to bed. The next day they were gone. With Adelaine gone the kingdoms at a threat, will the Urgens take the thrown? Or will Adelaine be found?
Written By,
Losh Forbes.
James was in all astonishment. "This is all my fault," he thought. "Oh now what will become o me."
"Pretty nifty stuff eh?" Frederick said obviously not realizing that James was in shock not admiriration. "You know what one day I want o be the one they all bes talkin bout. Wouldn't you?"
"Umm umm sure kid, I gotta go make a phone call," James said staggering out of the room. He walked down the hall to the train conductors compartment where the wheel was and everything.
"Scuse me sir, but would you mind if I took the wheel for awhile?" James asked the train master.
"Of course I would mind what kind of fool-"
"My apologies sir," James said as the uncontious train master fell to the floor. James put the train to go as fast as it could so he could get to Ethlestains Castle faster. You may think this quite a rash action but it was really quite sensible. Finally, awhile later James stopped the train departed before anyone could notice and dissapeared into the darkness. He walked for awhile then hicked up a couple small hills and finally Ethelstains Castle was before him. Being very tired from his walk and very urgent to get inside James half crawled half ran to its big brass doors.
"Mr. Font how nice of you to finally join us," a voice boomed out.
"Mr. Thatcher......I can explain myself," James replied.
"Well it better be good enough for their royal highnesses," Mr. Thatcher said as the doors to the magnificent palace opened.
julie how come you never comment on my story? well anyways yours is pretty interesting if you ask me. heh cool.
ok i get it.
i think its cool. its a cool setting in a huge mansion. it makes it interesting. i like it.
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