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Kendra and Meadow
Kendra and Meadow are together for a fantasy story.
Rules:
1. No fighting.
2. No taking over the story. Work it out with your partner so you can both do the story equally.
3. Keep the story PG.
4. GloWorm says to always keep to your genre, but I disagree: if you really want to, change genres.
Thank you very much! :)
submitted by BellaTrix♡♥♡
(April 17, 2009 - 5:56 pm)
(April 17, 2009 - 5:56 pm)
The stream curved into the woods, even though the water should have gone strait down, into town.
The stream went deep into the woods, farther than Saffron had ever been. She always looked at the stream, she was afraid it was going to disapear.
IT was dark by the time Saffron reached the end of the stream. There was a large pool. Perfectly round, like the pebble she had picked up. The water was clear, very clear. She could see each indevidsual pebble underneath the water. She was amazed, teh water would almost go all the way up to her waist.
All the tree's around the pool were also in a perfect circle. they were all pines. "Strange." Safron thought outloud. The moment she said it she noticed that her voice was unusually loud. The little clearing was calm and peacefull. Beautiful. it was full of animals. Just small quiet animals.
The grass was green from all the shade it got from the pines. There were some leaves on the ground, not yet blown away by the summer wind. One of the leaves were unusually white. Saffron picked the paper up, curiouse about the leaf. But it wasn't a leaf, it was apiece of paper! Unfolding it carefully, the paper was thin and crumpled. There were llittle gold letters on the paper. Barely able to be read.
Saffron read the words outloud, "On midnight I will come and play, come and play with y-"
"Stop!" a mans voice called out. "You don't want to do that. thats the spirits paper. If you read that then your body will be taken oer by the spirit who wrote those very words..."
(May 15, 2009 - 9:21 am)
Hmmm i hope this is OK, if i got mixed up on the Spirit stuff let me know. I love where you are going with the story. We make really good writing partners, :)
Saffron quickly crumpled the paper into her hand and whirled around. There was a man dressed in a dark hunter’s cloak. He had stormy grey eyes, and mouse brown hair. He had a wild salt and pepper beard on his chin. In his hand he held a hatchet in a leather case. Her wore heavy boots and had a scar running from the right side of his forehead, down his face and to his left cheek. Saffron had never seen him before. Almost everyone knew everyone in town. Even when you lived a ways away from the village like Saffron, you were known by almost all.“Don’t be afraid,” he said in a gruff weathered voice, “i won’t hurt you, unless yougive me reason to” Finally finding her voice Saffron whispered, “Who, are you?” The Man walked towards the pool, “I haven’t been asked that in 20 years, but if memory serves they used to call me Faolen, Son of Raoul.” He sat down by the edge of the pool with his back to Saffron. Saffron opened her hand and glanced at the paper, then said, “You said that a spirit wrote these words?” “Aye” the man called Faolen Raoulson told Saffron, “Spirits are cleaver, they have learned our letters and Changed them into wicked spells”.“Changed? I thought the art of Changing was lost!” Saffron exclaimed.“To most, yes, to the Spirits, no. Spirit paper is the most powerful thing in the world, it comes from Changing wood to paper, it is dangerous, if you hadn’t stopped reading your soul would be dead this very moment”. Saffron stared at the paper as if it was a bottle of poison.
(May 15, 2009 - 5:36 pm)
I know, we are really good writing partners. :D :D :D :D
"What should I do with it? Throw it in the pool?" asked Saffron, starting to throw.
"No!" as the ball hit the pool, Faolen jumped in after it. Once he caught it, he said, "The only way to destroy a spirit paper is to read it, and let the spirit take your body over."
"Why do they even want to take our body over?"
"BEcause, they are souls without any body. They are not whole. And if they kill your soul, then you are a body without any soul. You are not whole. So they are free to take your body over."
"Oh!" said Saffron, her curious brown eyes now facinated. "How do you know all this stuff?"
"Because, I was once a spirit with out any body." Saffron looked surprised, then scared. "Faolen gave me his body because he was about to die. he gave it to me willingly. I didn't even have a paper. There are many spirits who look for dieing peopleand take their body's."
"What do you do with these papers?" asked saffron, seeing a paper fall out of his bag.
"I collect them, looking for dieing people to get them to read one so a spirit can have someones body. Andthe dieing person will have a full life before a spirit takes over..."
(May 16, 2009 - 8:14 am)
Wow that is great, I LOVE how you made Faolen once a spirit! i'm really sorry that i have not been contiuing, i have a race for rowing this weekend and have been training for the past 5 days. I'll write once the regatta is over, i'll try to make is sooner, but i might be out until monday. SORRY!!!!!!
(May 21, 2009 - 12:31 am)
Cool! I might not be on until monday too. My aunt is coming over, she's allergic to dogs, so we'll have to clean up. She gets here saterday and is going to leave monday. We are going to do stuf in st. louis. I live like, less then an hour away from st. louis. So thats kind of the reason that I might be gone until monday too. How about next time you hae to go, you can tell me. So I don't have to worry about you. OK?
(May 21, 2009 - 9:58 am)
TOP!!!!!!! So you guys could finish this awsome-ful story!!!!
(May 24, 2009 - 4:01 pm)
The reggatta's over, i got to the finals, but didn't place...:(
“Ah” Saffron sighed, still a little confused, “So, doyou want this one?” She held her hand open to Faolen. “No, you keep it” Faolentold her, “In case someone you know is close to death, then you can give aspirit a body”. Saffron nodded, if all spirits were like Faolen, she’d happilygive one a dead body, with the persons permission of course. Saffron tucked thepiece of Spirit Paper into her pocket. Then another question came across hermind. “The stream, its magic, isn’t it?” Saffron asked. “Yes” Faolen said, “TheStream has been appearing all over the countryside for the past 100 years. Thisis the first time i have seen it appear twice in the same spot.” Saffron lookedat the pool, “The other end of the stream, where does it go?” “I do not know,even when i was a spirit, i could not find the end of the other end of the stream.”Saffron glanced back to where she had come from, and wondered where the streamwent.
(May 25, 2009 - 2:27 pm)
You go to the finals!!! Wow!! I bet you're really good!!! FINALS!!!!!!!!! Sorry I didn't reply sooner. The keyboard was not working. :(
Thinking her thought outloud without even noticing it, Saffron said, "I wonder where the stream goes."
"That's what I wondered for a long time, girl. Are you going to be goin' back to your home now?"
"What? Oh, yeah I should be going." She paused for a moment. "Um, what if the stream dissapears?"
"I don't know how the stream disappears and reappears. It can at any moment."
"Um, can you take me home? If the stream disappears when I am walking up it then I will be lost in the woods. I have't been this deep into the woods before." Saffron's dark eyes started to fill up with tears. Saffron didn't like to look weak, so she tryed to blink the tears out. But failed.
"I will take you home. But only if you do one thing for me. Take over my job. Find dying people. I'm an old man, close to death. So will you do it?"...
(May 26, 2009 - 5:57 pm)
We got fourth in the for one final, and dead last for the other. Alwell.... How was St. Louis?
Saffron stared at Faolen, was he really asking her this? Towander the countryside searching for people about to die, and then have themread something that will make a spirit destroy their soul? But then, it wouldbe neat, she could give spirits chances for other lives. Saffron cocked herhead, “Can I think about it?” Faolen nodded, “Meet me by the old maple treetomorrow when the sun is highest, give me you answer then.” Saffron nodded. Thetwo of them wandered back through the woods, Faolen told Saffron about what hedid. How he always asked people permission first, the joys of seeing so manydifferent places. The more Saffron listened, the more Saffron was leaningtowards a yes. Soon they were at the edge of the woods, the stream still hadn’tdisappeared and was running smoothly. “I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow then”.Saffron said to Faolen. Faolen nodded, “I should hope so, make you decisionwisely Saffron, until tomorrow” Then Faolen turned and lumbered back into thewoods, devoured by the shadows. Saffron wandered back through the meadow. Funny, she thought, I never remember giving him my name.
(May 27, 2009 - 1:05 pm)
St. louis is fun. We went to the arch. Dad was to afraid to go up so aunt Steph stayed down with him. Then we went to a restaurant. i think it's calle dthe spaggetie factory or something. B.K. and Choi were at a baseball game when we were at the restaurant. (B.K. and Choi are students from Korea, they live with aunt Steph, in chicago). Then we went into a park. it's called turtle park. Why it is called that is that it has giant concrete turtles that we climb on. I like turtle park. it also has a giant snaake.
The next day Saffron woke to Pecker, a girl chicken crowing. "Stupid bird."she said. "Yur a girl, not a boy." Putting her pillow over her face, Saffron jumped out of bed. Remembering that she was supposed to meet Faolen this morning. Slipping her clothes on soundlessly, she crept out of the room.
Running with her long hair soaring behind her, Saffron reached the tree. Sitting down on her favorite root, Saffron waited. She thought about what she was going to say for hours. is she going to say 'Yes' or 'No', she couldn't decide. When she finnaly came to her decisison, it was noon. She waited for Faolen for a other six hours. he didn't come.
That was just a dream. Safron thought. But it was so real. He hasn't showed up. And he knew my name without me telling him. The stream isn't really real. And I know that spirits arn't real. making up her mind that all of what happened was adream, Saffron started walking home.
"Wait," she heard a voice call. She zipped around and saw Faolen running after her. "Why were you leving?" he asked her...
(May 27, 2009 - 1:59 pm)
Ooh, ooh, ooh. I have a idea!!!!!!!! Maybe she can like to write poems and write a poem about the stream. You like? You can write a poem, or I can. I don't really care. I just have one part of a poem about following our creek in the backyard. But insted of saying creek, we can say stream. OK, here is part of the poem we can have in it (if you are OK with having her like writing poems):
Follow the stream the way it flows,
where it goes,
nobody knows.
(May 28, 2009 - 1:15 pm)
Kendra, I am going to be at a camp for a week so i might not be back until saterday, OK.
(May 29, 2009 - 7:40 am)
Great idea!!!!! Why don't you write the poam, i'm terrible at writing poams. I'd be great if we can us the poam you made it the story, i love it. Have fun at camp!
Oh and if you are on before you leave answer this:
Should we have Saffron say yes to Faolen? I think she should, but it would be a big turning point in the book so i wanted to see what your idea was.
(May 29, 2009 - 3:48 pm)
I think she should say yes. Mom told me we aren't going to be back until Saturday; she was wrong.
(June 4, 2009 - 1:19 pm)
How was camp? I'm really sorry that I didn't write much, and it's not at my best...
“I didn’t think you’d show,” Saffron explained. “I was waiting, but you didn’t come.”
"I apologize, I was held up. Have you thought about what I told you?” Faolen said with an apologetic crooked smile.
Saffron sighed. “Yeah, I have, and I came up with an answer as well,” Saffron told him.
“And...?” Faolen inquired.
Taking a deep breath Saffron said, “I agree.”
Faolen’s face split into a grin that Saffron didn’t think possible. “That is the best news that I have heard in my many many years,” Faolen told her.
“Do you understand what you must do?” Faolen asked.
“Yes,” Saffron answered, smiling a bit herself. “I do. I must got and ask dying people to read a message from a piece of spirit paper.”
“Very good,” Faolen smiled.
(June 5, 2009 - 7:54 pm)