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So... It's Instant

So... It's Instant Chat right now. Let's start an RP and see how far we can get!

What should it be about?

 

Make each addition short. Cool idea, but if they're long, it will slow me down to have to review them.

Admin

PS You could continue after one hour, but I can't guarantee how fast I can post after that.

submitted by True S.
(June 24, 2013 - 3:11 pm)

back to the Inkwell

Sure. Just a minute.

submitted by Teresa, age 14, Michigan
(July 3, 2013 - 3:34 pm)

Nefertit~

I was running for my life. Again. My aunt, Queen Tiye, was furious at me for the natural death of her son, Thutmose, who was my betrothed. Now, after the mourning peroid for her son, Aunt Tiye is turning her anger on me. So, that brings me here, to a marsh outside of Egypt with my friend Amenopolis and and my adopted sister.

Amenopolis was finding a perfect place for us to sleep, away from spying eyes and bugs. I was looking for food and some clean water. Nava was starting the fire.

Suddenly, a voice whispered from my right. "Pst, I'm Cymbril. I can help you. Follow me", Cymbril said. I didn't know what to do. Either risk two lives and my own if she was a spy or play safe and possibly starve. It was a tough decision, but I decided to follow Cymbril with Amenopolis and Nava. 

submitted by Teresa, age 14, Michigan
(July 3, 2013 - 3:47 pm)

~Cymbril~

I had watched the people for a long time before I approached them. One of the  girls talked of trouble, and, eventually, I decided to help.

I was wary of them at first. Three weeks ago, a brilliant song book had been given to me, with many new, wonderful songs in them. But as soon as I began to sing, a swirling mist appeared around me, and whisked me to this new, hot world.

I had found a cave, that was safe and dry. It was dug under the ground, and I had no idea who had made it. But as long as it was cool, I didn't care.

I took pity on them, and led the girls to my cave.  It was nice to have some one to talk to again.

submitted by True S.
(July 3, 2013 - 3:56 pm)

Maude ~

I wasn't sure how long we'd been riding, my sister Sallie and I. We were heading for Independence to try and find our uncle, now that our Aunt Ruthie had been shot. Sallie kept telling me about heroes in those ridiculous dime novels of hers. I was also on the run, for I was all over the papers, being accused of horse theft (partly true), bank robbery (I happen to walk in on it), and murder (I wasn't the one that killed him, Sallie did, though don't tell anyone). 

We stopped the horse for the night, and made camp. I wandered around, looking to pop a hare or prairie hen. The night was dark and cold. We'd just escaped a blizzard. Suddenly wind began to whip around me, growing stronger by the second. I tried to run, but I couldn't move. I tried to yell for Sallie to run, but the wind whisked away the words, and pulled all the air from my lungs.

The next thing I knew, I lay on a mound of sand. The air was hot and dry. The sun burned down, quickly making me sweat in my thick winter bundle. I shed my coat, scarve, gloves, and sweater and stowed the under a rock. I left my hat on, which I pulled down lower over my eyes.  I didn't know where I was, but I didn't want anyone recognizing me as Mad Maude. Here I was just Jimmy.

I walked for quite awhile, till I spotted some figures in the distance, standing outside what looked like a cave. I crept closer, hoping just maybe, they were other friendly travelers.

submitted by Blonde Heroines Rule
(July 4, 2013 - 3:04 pm)
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