A New Era
Ok, you guys. It's time for a new era to begin. A new era in writing that is. Fresh ideas and whatnot. Here's a start.
Rain. Fresh rain. I had dreamed of it for so long that it was almost too good to be true. It was as if the spell that had bewitched this small town had finally been broken.
Gregory Perkins was a geek. Yep, that's right I said geek.
Dragons, wizrads, goblins, and trolls. Those are for fairy tales. Or are they...?
Which one of those would you want to keep reading on?
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the last one little lady.
Ode to Thanksgiving:
The leaves are chaanging all around,
Turkeys are falling to the ground,
Families gather to share and be happy,
Eat some pie and sometimes get sappy,
but the truth comes down to this,
Thanksgiving is truly a night of bliss.
Yeah Joseph I would simply love to hear you most likely brilliant new story. Please inlighten us.
I want to read your new story too joe.
ok heres an older story with some more added.
Lerwok was a charming little village. Set at the edge of the sea, it had walls along the south side to prevent the enormous waves from drowning the inhabitants. To the north and east were fields and to the west was the famous Grogian Forest. Yes, the Grogian Forest. The village was made up of small brick huts with thatched roofs. Some of these huts were used as family businesses, the shop being in the front and the living quarters in the back. The lord’s manor was on the southwestern side of the village, against the wall to the sea. The manor was huge. From the uppermost window, one could see above the sea wall and clear out to the Rinharl Island. It could house more than one hundred people, although only five actually lived there. Lord Ventrus believed that in order to be powerful, you must appear powerful, hence the size of his house. Ventrus and his wife had three children. Each of his darling daughters boasted their own wing of the manor and their own set of servants. Vera, the oldest at seventeen, even had her own dining hall for guests. Clothed in golden fabric and shining silver dishes, it was almost as grand as her fathers. Only once had she used it, but she bragged about it to her friends. Ventrus’s youngest daughter, Daniella, who was only five years old, had five ponies, six swans, and her own dolphin, which was cruelly kept in an old swimming pool. His middle child, however, had but her wing and servants and that was all. Ventrus often called Calia a disgrace to his family. Reasons being, she had freed one of Daniella’s past ponies, made friends with commoners, and (gasp!) gone swimming in the ocean. Calia also did not have the appearance of a noblewoman. While her sisters and parents had shimmering blonde hair, Calia had frizzy brown hair that often stuck out all over the place. Her only accomplishment, her father said, was that, although she was only twelve, she was far more advanced in her studies than her older sister. This was because she did not have many friends, besides her commoner ones who had to work all day. So she sat up in her wing’s tower and studied history, Latin, geography, and arithmetic. The tower was circular and covered in windows. Calia had decorated it with maps of the world and dried flowers and herbs she had collected on her many walks through the Grogian Forest.
One day as Calia was on her way to the kitchens to grab a snack, her sister Vera stalked up to her.
“Calia, My chamber pot needs emptying,” Vera said.
“Why are you telling me? I am not your servant,” Calia replied. Just then Daniella appeared.
“Calia, father wants to speak to you. He says it’s very urgent,” she said, smiling secretively at Vera. Calia left them and ran down the corridor to her father’s study. She knocked on the door and a few moments later entered.
“Daniella said you had something you wanted to speak to me about,” She said, settling down in a chair.
“Yes. Our servants have all gone on strike. All of them, that is, except yours. Explain,” Ventrus said not even looking up from his desk. He scribbled something on a parchment in front of him.
“I have nothing to explain. I didn’t even know anything had happened.” Calia tried to read what her father had written but couldn’t make out his handwriting upside down.
“Just as I suspected,” Ventrus replied, setting his quill in an inkpot. He looked up and studied Calia’s face for a moment. “Calia,” he sighed, “I hate to say this but…Vera?” Calia turned and saw Vera come through the door.
“Sorry daddy, but I just had to tell you something. I just had a conversation with Mildred, one of Calia’s servants. She told me that Polly, one of her other servants, had a conversation with Fiona, one of Daniella’s servants, who had heard from Georgina, one of Mother’s servants that Selma…”
“Yes...?” her father asked impatiently.
“Well, long story short, Calia is to blame for the servants’ strike,” Vera concluded, smiling smugly at Calia.
“What?!”
wow! that lot of words
what's that supposed to mean?
It means that you wrote a long story it is supposed to be a compliment.
Okay here is a story:
The adtitions were to be held next week and Lindsay felt nervous allready.
nice julie, you should write more.
Okay Maryann I finally read your story and i must say i am very impressed with the way you brought it all about, very intruging.
aah shucks. thanks guys.
I like it joe, it was a bit confusing at some parts, but overall it was quite interesting.
hey sarah, could I read your new story? I've heard it's good.
nice story! I like the descriptions and the analogies. And it's very original. nice.
Polar your story was good but could use a bit of work.try to indicate whos talking beter, and what they say. I have been reading this blog for a week and its awsome. Would you mind if i commented and add some of my stories as well.I want feed back,Please
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