Round Robin Story!

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Round Robin Story!

Round Robin Story!

These sound so cool!  I wanted to try writing in the other one, but it got all confusing.  So if no one minds, I think I'll start another one.  Here goes:
Sydney gazed longingly out over the rolling green hills and the wide blue sea.  There was a slight breeze coming off the ocean, ruffling her hair.  It was in the dead of summer, and the wildflowers were in bloom, their heavy scent perfuming the air.  The sky was a lovely shade of pale blue, and not a cloud lingered in it's vast expanse.  It was the most beautiful day she could of wished for.
  And yet something was wrong.
Anyone want to contribute??  Or is it too boring??  I'm just beginning to write stories.  I don't know how to.  Sorry if it's horrible.  You can change it, if you want.         
submitted by BellaTrix
(January 25, 2009 - 8:47 pm)

Wow, that's really good! I love the adjectives and how you described the surroundings! What is the plot?

submitted by K
(January 26, 2009 - 10:48 am)

Uhh . . . Dunno.  You'll have to decide!  I thought for some reason that it was in Ireland . . . :)

submitted by BellaTrix
(January 26, 2009 - 5:06 pm)

Yeah, i tried the other one, and my section got turned I'm all depressed. OK, i'll give this one a try...

The breeze was too gentle, the wildflowers too lovely. The sky too blue, the world too beautiful. It was as if something was missing from if someone had dropped her, and she had shattered, and been glued back together, except for a small shard that lay hidden in the grass. Above her a sparrow called, it's soft cry awakening Sydney from her reverie.

Sydney looked up at the bird, it's delicate feet curled around the young sapling. It was so gentle, so innocent. As if a single breath could knock it over. A terrible vision of it crumpling to the grass, so it's call would be heard no more, flashed through the turmoil in her mind. And in a second, she understood. She was that sparrow...and it was her.

OK, end of my part, how was that? (I used to live in Ireland...) waahhhh! I had to move!!!!!! Anyway, puh-lease don't trash it like TNO did!!! 

submitted by Kit Kat
(January 27, 2009 - 6:02 pm)

No, it's great!  You guys all write better than I do!

Sydney shakily got to her feet, head spinning, and turned away from the tiny brown sparrow.  She didn't want to see it.  Everything was too good to be true.  The sparrow was too sad, too fragile, to be alive.
  She set out at a run in the direction of her cottage, her home.  It was a timely little hut on the cliffside, the place she had lived in for thirteen small years.  The cottage and it's whitewashed walls had been here long before her, had seen many a day go by, many a winter pass.  But now as she looked upon it, for the first time, it seemed small and grubby, like a gust of wind would someday send it toppling into the sea.
  Pushing the thought away, she took a deep breath and stared out over the endless blue water.  And suddenly it looked monstrously large, like a gaping hole opening up beneath her, waiting to swallow her up . . .
  No! What was the matter with her?  She had never felt this way before. 
  That was when she heard it.  A small cry, barely audible over the roaring of the waves.  If she hadn't been listening closely, she would not have given it a second thought, let alone hear it.  Straining her ears, she heard a soft mewling coming from a patch of thick grass.  Sydney gently bent over it and brushed away the grass to reveal . . .
  A kitten, soft and white, wailing pitifully, with a piece of paper tied around her neck.
Is that okay??  Tell me, please!!      
submitted by BellaTrix ✌ ♡
(January 28, 2009 - 10:59 am)

Uh oh, conflicting posts. I'm just gonna continue off this one. OK, Meadow? I'll end it so your part fits in after mine.


The kitten's legs cycled helplessly in the tangled sea grass. Gently Sydney reached out to it, extracting the string from around it's neck. The note was smashed up, it's ink blurred. It was undistinguishable. Sydney stuffed it into her pocket, and reached out to pick up the kitten. The white ball of fur swatted at her with tiny pinprick claws, and mewed for help, the kitten's blue eyes wide with the terror of a baby alone in the world. Sydney pulled off her green wool sweater, wrapping it gently around the kitten, who trembled silently in the sudden darkness of the wrappings. Cradling the precious bundle gently, Sydney once again started over the fields of waving wheat and grass, the call of the ocean not as terrifying now as it had been. The beat of the tiny creature's heart kept the evil out of Sydney's mind.

Eventually, the hut rose before her, threadbare and simple. She carefully set her burden down on the table, relieved to hear a mew meaning the kitten was alive. She glanced out the dusty window to where her aunt and uncle's manor sat, proud and haughty on the hill. The sun coming off the white walls blinded her, and tears blurred her vision. Ever since her mother and father had died at sea, their ship spiraling into the depths, she had been forced to live with her aunt and uncle, rich merchants of the Irish coast. They looked down upon their sister, Sydney's mother, and scorned Sydney. As far as they were concerned, she didn't exist. 

A small call jerked her back to attention. With a cry of surprise and fear, she fell back on her knees. The sparrow lay, crumpled, nearly stilled, next to the threshold.



submitted by Kit Kat
(January 28, 2009 - 3:01 pm)

Fine with me, I don't think that it was good anyway, it didn't really fit in with the time.  I didn't even know that Bellatrix had put something in. 

submitted by Meadow, age 11, IL
(January 29, 2009 - 10:03 am)

It's great!!!

"Poor kitty," Sydney said. She picked it up and examined the collar.

            I cannot keep this kitten anymore. Someone please care for her and love her.

Sydney had always loved kittens. Even though she had never had one of her own, she loved their soft fur and big eyes. Kittens trusted her, too, because she was a gentle and caring child.

The kitten meowed.

"Are you hungry, girl?" Sydney asked.

The kitten meowed.

"I'll take that as a yes, then." Sydney scooped the kitten up in her arms and started on her way to find the kitten some food. She had only walked a few steps when she realized that she was not alone.

submitted by Lena G, age 11
(January 28, 2009 - 6:24 pm)

uh oh, not again...ARRGH CONFLICTING POSTS!!!!!! what shall we do????


submitted by Kit Kat
(January 29, 2009 - 3:19 pm)

Maybe the person who started could pick, or maybe who got replyed to first would get to have theirs followed.

submitted by Meadow, age 11, IL
(January 29, 2009 - 9:37 pm)

I'm just starting to write storys, like Bellatrix. So you probobly won't like it.

The Sparrow was the missing piece, the most innecent, And there it lay, down in the soft grass, motionless.  And then Sydney saw her life pass in front of her, all the times when her mother, Mechell, tucked her in to go to sleep, and when her father, river, with his blue eyes just like hers, played with her in that very same place, the place where the wildflowers were too lovely, too fragrant for her to bear, the grass so green she got blinded from it, the sky so blue that she thought it the sea, oh, she missed her parents so much, she hadn't seen them sence they sent her to her Aunt and Uncles house to live with them. 

I got the liveing at aunt and uncles house from my great grandma, her mom and dad told her to pack her things and go to her aunt and uncles house, and that was the last time she saw them.

submitted by Meadow, age 11, IL
(January 28, 2009 - 12:13 pm)

Aw, Kit Kat, don't feel bad!!! *hugs* TNO was just trying to get the story to make sense, and since we posted at the same time (or at least before the other's post showed up), they conflicted. But... yours was seriously, truly, really good! I really liked it! Especially the part where he's swordfighting with the sack... *giggles*

submitted by Commander Kip, age 16 , Zraeland, again
(January 29, 2009 - 8:42 am)

Well *sniffs* I guess it's okay. *hugs back* Should I come out of my dark cave where I have been moping and submit another piece?

Oh hey! *perks up* Are you gonna submit to this story? Pretty please?  

submitted by Kit Kat
(January 29, 2009 - 3:32 pm)

*bounces on toes* Oh yess, come back and do another post on the other one! We're about to go into battle, and I think you would be good at writing about it!


I'm already contributing to the roleplaying story and the other round-robin story, so I sorta have my hands full. As always. XD But thanks for asking!

submitted by Commander Kip, age 16, Zraeland, Irlic
(January 30, 2009 - 8:36 am)

Mhat's great, Meadow! I've never done this before either, so here goes....

As she was sitting there, at peace with the world, all within her was calm. Then, a sharp voice cut through the air like a knife. "Sydney! Get back here! Don't you have chores to do?"

Sydney sighed. Why did she have to live here, out in the rougb country? Why couldn't she live with her mother and father, in the heart of civilization? Those questions would have to wait. She knew that if she didn't finish her chores, she wouldn't get dinner.

Please tell me if i overused pronouns. I have a habit of doing that.

submitted by Yulan L., age 12, CA
(January 28, 2009 - 6:38 pm)

"I'm coming" she got up and ran as fast as she could to get the bucket for the cow, with her weatherstained cloak flying behind her.  just as she finished all of her chores, she was going to go to her little cottage, by the sea side to fead the kitten.  But it was too late, her aunt had called her to dinner two minutes ago.  

she wondered what she would have for dinner this time, well her aunt and uncle ate rich foods.  maybe she might have, something good that she liked.

She was suddenly pulled from her thoughts when, the cook Rebecka, a nice plump woman, called her in cheerfully. come help me cook some of this lasaunya, for your aunt and uncle.  What am I haveing for dinner Rebecka? gruel?   no your going to eat with your aunt an uncle tonight, Sydney.  


I just made that up as I was going.  I think that all of you are a lot better than me.                        

submitted by Meadow, age 11, IL
(January 29, 2009 - 1:43 pm)