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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)
oopes a couple typos, i mean go, not got...
(June 6, 2009 - 1:38 am)
Camp was fun. We made tie-dye's. I made a shirt and shorts. We swam a lot. I got some sun so I had sunburn. My skin was peeling. :( Um... We made popcorn. We rode bikes. We played bingo and won stuff. My skin is a lot darker. I stayed up late every night and two of those nights i was playing spades.
Handing her the old, leather bag, he said, "Good luck. I had my time, and now it is your time, Saffron."
They stood there quietly by the old maple tree, both silent. Then Saffron broke that silence, "How did you know my name?"
It took a few seconds for Faolen to come back into the world again. Then he replied, "What? Oh, yeah, I can see who people are. You are especially easy to read. I could see your name and what you love to do. And that is gardening. I can see if you're lying or telling the truth. Even if you don't know you are lying. And you truly want to do this."
Saffron's big, dark eyes grew bigger. The only word she could say was, "Wow!" And then she failed to get the next words out of her wide-open mouth.
Do you think thats okay? My dad has a salt-and-pepper beard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Really!!!!!!!!!!!
(June 6, 2009 - 2:02 pm)
Here it is, sorry i haven't gotten back in a while... Just to let you know i'll be away this weekend and probably back Monday or Tuesday. I'm going to a camp, i hope it's as fun as yours was. Minus the sunburn :P
Saffron shook her head in disbelief at Faolen, “Wow,” shewhispered again, see who people are, amazing. “How do you do it?” Saffron askedhim, if she could, she would love to learn. “I’m sure you will find out.” He toldher smiling. Somehow the way he said it she knew that he was hiding something, shevoiced her thought. He gave her a smile again. “But i won’t badger you intotelling me” Saffron said, “I guess, I’d better go start?” Faolen nodded, “Thiswas why i knew you would be good for this job Saffron, you are a ‘go and do it’kind of person” He turned to go, “Good luck Saffron, Keeper of the SpiritPapers”. With that he turned and disappeared into the shadows, much like he hadarrived. Saffron wondered if she would ever see him again. She then headed outback into the field, eager to begin her new challenge.
(June 9, 2009 - 8:53 pm)
After a day of wandering the countryside, Saffron had seen a baby bird on the ground. It had fallen, or flown, out of it's nest and the motherbird hadn't come back home yet. She wondered if a spirit vould take the baby birds body if it died. She had forgotten to ask Faolen if spirits can take dead bodies. She thought not. She put the bird in the nest that she noticed overhead, hoping that the mother would come back soon.
On the day that she put the bird in the tree the sky was blue. The grass was green because it rained earlier this morning. and the flowers were blossoming, just like the bird who tried to fly. Out of a bag she pulled out a book. A book that looked old and worn. It was red, it's edges were folded diffent ways and there were pages ripped out. She flipped through the pages until she found a blank one. Then she wrote:
It just rained,
the grass is green,
the sky is blue,
the flowers blossom,
justlike you,
litte bird.
At the top she wrote Blossoming flower. Saffron loved writing poems. She could express her fellings in a poem. She could write down her dreams and her life. This was her special poem book. Just hers.
That's the best I can do right now. I wrote that in five minutes... I think. Ok, hopefully you like it. I think that yuo are REALLY good at writing.
(June 10, 2009 - 11:28 am)
TO THE TOP!!!!!!!
(June 20, 2009 - 9:21 pm)
OK, I hate to say it, but I'm stuck! Help!!!!! I'm not really sure where I should go in the story. I've had writer's block for the past week. Really it's terrible; I can't think of ANYTHING!!! Any ideas of where we should go with the plot? And also, I'm so sorry I haven't gotten back sooner!
(June 21, 2009 - 8:23 pm)
i don't have a really good idea, but i'm going to tell yuo anyway. Maybe she comes accross a town and she's trying to find a hospital or something. Or maybe the town has a desease spreading over it. Then she, for some reason, isn't alloud in. But then she finds a way to get in she gets rid of some of the spirit papers. But then, someone steals some of her spirit papers.
How was that idea? Idon't really think it's that good.
It's fine that you have writers block. Everyone gets it. I have writers block a lot.
(June 23, 2009 - 8:17 am)
to de top!
(July 1, 2009 - 2:43 pm)
AAHHHHHHH, you'd think that in the summer i'd have more time!!! I am so sorry i haven't been on lately!! Great idea for the story, i love it!!! you have got to be one of the most talented writers i have ever met! Here's my next part, i'll try to be one chatterbox more, but if i'm not... please don't hurt me :P
Saffron hugged her poem book to her heart. Even though that she had lefther home, her family and her garden she still had her book. Saffron had left aletter explaining what she could to her mother. She was sure that her parentswouldn’t have let her go so it was probably best that she hadn’t said good-bye.Sighing Saffron gathered herself and set off through the woods. Presently theforest ended and a dust cart path stood before her. Weeds and poppies sproutedfrom the middle and sides of the worn road. “No where else to go” she toldherself. Heading down the road the sunwas beginning to get to her. She hadn’t had anything to drink since thismorning from a small woodland spring. Now that she was out of the shady pinesand evergreens, the heat and the dust from the road played in her throat. Saffron just kept plodding on, a villagecouldn’t be far ahead. Fresh cart and pony tracks were leading in the opposite direction,they had to have come from somewhere. Looking up she saw a fork in the road.There was a signpost with two arrows one pointing west, the other northwest. Thewestern arrow read, Galemark, the other Wintersmith. Saffron sighed she tookher bag off her shoulder and dropped it in front of her. The shoulder strap laycloser to the western road. “Galemark it is” she whispered and picking off herbag set of towards the town of Galemark.
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One more thing, just to be sure, is this in modern or medevilish times? i was rereading the entire story and you metioned sunscreen in the begining, and i was writing more in a older period (Faolen's title was more medevilish). Let me know...
P.S. (if i can add one to something that's not a letter) I love your writing!
(July 2, 2009 - 8:31 pm)
Kendra, your REALLY good at writing. Me, i don't think I'm that good. And, why would I want to hurt you? I thik it shuld be in midevil times, lets pretend i said oil or something 'cause doesn't that shield you from the sun?
Taking long strides. One foot at a time. Right, left. Right, left. Staring at her feet, she almost ran into someone. "Watch where your walking." said a rough looking man with greasy hair. PUshing her aside, he started walking away.
"That was rude," said Saffron under her breath as she got up and brushed the dirt off herself.
Carts passed her occasionally. Some were small, and some were big. One of them had a thin cow tied to the back, slugging along sowly. Once a cart stoopped by her side anf she was warned that a fever was going on in Galemark. She kept on going, knowing thast if there was a feverm then she would find dying people, and have them read one of the Spirit papers.
(July 3, 2009 - 12:21 pm)
Stuff and nonsense, your a wonderfull writer!!! Heres my next part...
Presently Saffron came upon a tall wooden wall, it was made up of longthick logs, pointed at the top. The cart path disappeared beneath a gate.Saffron looked for a knocker or a rope for a bell, but neither were in sight.She banged her fist on the door three times. A sheet of wood slid away from thelard entrance door. Two black eyes looked out at her. “Aye, whose there” Agreasy voice cried, Saffron could almost feel the heavy odour of pickled fishand beer on it’s breath. “Saffron daughter of Ida” she told him, it was thefirst time that she used her name like that. But when Faolen had told her hisfull name it made her want to listen to him. Hopefully it would have the sameeffect on the gatekeeper. Then her hope fell when she heard a wheezing laugh. “Wellaren’t you the proper lark” the black eyes said, “What purpose do you have inGalemark?” Saffron bite her lip, surely he would laugh again if she told him,so she said. “I wish to find a place to stay the night”. “We are taking notravelers, merchants, or anyone else except doctors into our town, there is aterrible fever and outsiders could make it worse”. Saffron didn’t understand howthat worked, but she had to get into the town, fever meant death.
(July 7, 2009 - 1:40 pm)
*in a weird sing-song voice, sings* Kendra's REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY good at writing. better than me. *sing-song voice stops* That's just my opinion.
"Please, sir," she said innocently. "I' been on the road for days now. No food except the food I had and poor food travelers have given me and some wild berries. I need to buy some food here. I need work though, so I can have some shiney coins to fill my bellie." Well, that was mostly true. But then she started weaving some lies, "My pa and ma grew up here. They said it was the best place in the world. Full of happy people and food," she stared into the distance like she was thiking about food, but really she was hoping that it was full of people and food. She snapped out off of her fake reverie and said, "I came here to see the place. Please sir, let me in."
"What was your father's name? I might've known him. There was a couple, there names were Ida and Joe. They moved away to a different town,"
"Why, his name was Joe!" she said, thiking this might help her get in. "now sir, let me in."
"Okay, young lady, but tell me one thing, what was your fathers fathers name?"
She stood there, the thing she hoped wouldn't happen had just happened. but then she took a wild guess, and said...
(July 8, 2009 - 9:54 pm)
Sorry I haven't been here. A plane crashed really close to my house; I've kinda been busy. Just to let you know, I am going away this Wednessday and coming back Saturday.
“Nelson” . I mentally stabbed myself. I had said the first name that came to my head. Nelson had been a childhood friend of mine. We used to play in farmer Shadbolt’s field. He had moved away when i was 10.
The Gatekeeper’s eyes narrowed. “Nelson, eh?” he asked. I shut my eyes and nodded. “Well, how about that, and I thought that you were just some girl trying to break in”. The gatekeeper called to someone else, “Aye, James we have the granddaughter of Nelson Issacson”.
A distant voice called back, “You mean the son of that old weaver Nel?”
“That’s the one” the gatekeeper called. “What did you say your name was?”
“Saffron” I replied. Then the gate slowly began to creak open.
(July 11, 2009 - 7:00 pm)
I stepped in to the run-down looking town. It must be like this because of the fever. Looking around I spotted an old woman sitting on a dirty looking porch. Kniting something. In an old, waery voice, the white-headed lady said, "Hello, dear, need any help?"
"Well, yes I do mam. I'm looking for work. And the hospital," after saffron said it she noticed that she said 'and the hospital'. There was no reason that she would have to go to the hospital except the reason that seemed inpossibe.
The old lady, not noticing that she didn't look sick said, "I have some work for you, young lady. Why don't you come up here. I'll tell you what you can do for me."
"Okay," I said, walking over slowly.
"Now, this is what I want you to do for me...," the old lady began. But then she started twitching and making weird noises.
"Mam, mam, whjats wrong?"
The twitching slowed and the old lady said, "Get me to the hospital, it it it it's just down the street." Breathing heavily she said more, "I will die soon. Maybe they can help me live a little longer..."
(July 12, 2009 - 9:48 am)
Hey i'm back from my trip. I'm a little tired so some of this might be messed.
Saffron looked at the old lady. Thinking of what to do. Ifshe gave her a spirit paper, she would die now and give a spirit a body. IfSaffron took her to the hospital she would die later and Saffron might not bein time to have her read a paper. Deciding quickly she wrapped the old woman’sarm around her shoulder and said, “I’ll take you there as fast as i can”.
Helping her down thestreet was difficult, every so often she would have a coughing or twitchingfit, her eyes would get glazed over and she would become a dead weight. Thenthe lady would be fine once more until she had another fit.
In time the hospital loomed over them, it must have been the saddest building Saffronhad ever seen. It was made of shabby grey stone. Some of the bricks were crumblingand the faded carved sign that read medic was having only on one chain. So youhad to tip you head far left to read it upright.
(July 20, 2009 - 7:43 pm)