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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)
Hey Meadow, just wondering if it worked. If it didn't i could write the next little bit, and you could go from there. Due to the last one i wrote wasn't very helpful...
(September 30, 2009 - 12:57 pm)
I haven't tried it yet, it's been kinda busy...
(October 1, 2009 - 8:09 am)
not a problem!
(October 1, 2009 - 3:00 pm)
Hey Meadow! How is the writing block going? No rush!
(October 12, 2009 - 7:47 pm)
I tryed your idea of getting rid of writers bock, and it worked! I wrote more, look on the sixth page, and you'll find it! I wonder what will happen next... :D
(October 13, 2009 - 10:16 am)
ahahaha silly me. I'll write the next part as soon as i can find a spare moment!
(October 14, 2009 - 12:50 am)
Okay!!!! :D
(October 14, 2009 - 11:16 am)
hmmm well heres a problem. Now i don't know how to continue it. I'm sorry, i'm kinda out of everything, my cat had to be put down. Do you have an idea of how to continue it?
(October 15, 2009 - 3:28 pm)
Oh, I'm so sorry, Kendra! I hate when that happens to animals. You shouldn't be sorry, if my cat had to be put down I wouldn't be on here for a while. I'll give you an idea, but you don't have to write right away.
Saffron could maybe not trust Wliome, and not go with him or somthing. And then she would run into the old man and find out he was Nelson or a spirit, or both. And he could really be Saffrons grandfather and Joe and ida, her parents, really did come from the town. And she makes friends with him, and then his wife is dying and she reads a spirit paper.
Or she could go with Wliome and have a talk with him about Faolen and learn something about the Spirit papers.
Or you could mix those idea's together. Those weren't very good idea's, but that is what I have come up with. I'll tell you more later.
(October 15, 2009 - 4:21 pm)
Thread, I will ask you very politely. GO TO THE TOP.
(October 30, 2009 - 9:27 am)
*kneels on floor and clasps hand is pleading position* Please forgive me, Meadow!!! i'm a horrible writing partner. I haven't been on Chatterbox in ages! and I have not had enough time to write anything! *sob* Can you ever find it in your heart to forgive me! *notices that she is being over dramatic and stands up* Anyhow, I really am sorry... Here is the next part. I kinda based it on what you gave me, but changed it, if that makes sense. Here's my part!
Saffron took a step back. “I’m sorry, but I need to go”.
The man, who called himself Wliome, gave her a smile and said, “I think you are frightened. Do not worry, you can trust me.”
Saffron took another step back. “No, I really think I need to go.” Then she ran. She ran straight towards him and knocked him over. She kept running, thundering down the squeaky steps and into the parlour of the Hummingbird Inn. She tossed a couple of coins to the innkeeper, not bothering to count them. And by the look on his face, she had just given him the biggest tip of his life.
Out the inn, down the cobblestone street, past the shops and right… THUD. Saffron tripped. It must have been over a loose stone, for there was nothing on the ground behind her. Saffron dared a glance around, and she saw the blonde-haired man running to catch up. Then she felt a hand close around her upper arm, hoisting her back onto her feet.
The hand belonged to a tall girl. She had dark brown eyes and brown hair. Her hands were rough and her face covered in dust. She wore a ragged old dress. “You best be watching yourself, miss. The rats that scurry along the road could give you the sickness,” she told Saffron.
Saffron looked at her and whispered, “There is a man with shoulder blonde hair coming towards us. You mustn’t let him know where I am”.
The girl began to look over her shoulder.
“No!” Saffron said, “No, don’t let him know you know about him. I just mustn’t be found.”
The tall girl gave Saffrona long look. “Come with me,” she whispered. She grabbed Saffron’s hand and pulled her into a dark alley.
(October 30, 2009 - 6:12 pm)
Kendra (I was about to type Saffron) it's OK. It's not your fault that you are busy. And you are not a horrible writing partner, you are wonderful!
And you pronounce Awila Uh-weel-uh and Wilie Weel-ee
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The alley got more narrow the farther they went. Soon Saffron had to walk sideways without her shoulders and hips getting stuck in the rough bricks. Then the alley got wider, and the girl, Awila, started walking in circles. Or so it seemed to Saffron.
She was actually walking in a wave pattern that criss-crossed over themselves. Saffron was nervous about walking with a total stranger in a maze of dark alleys. Without thinking, she blurted out, "Where are you taking me?" without even thinking.
"I can't tell you until we get there," Awila answered.
"But, Awila--"
"Wilie"
"Wilie, why can't you tell me now?"
"Because it isn't safe," she said, looking around nervously.
"Well, why isn't it safe?"
"Because."
"I want a better answer than 'because'," Saffron replied sternly.
Awila - well, Wilie - was getting annoyed, "There are dangerous people in this town."
"I want more than that."
"No more until we get there."
"I don't even know where 'there' is. Plus, why can't you just tell me right here and now, it's just a deserted alley."
"It's not an alley," said Wilie angrily.
"Then what is it?" asked Saffron, almost yelling.
(October 30, 2009 - 10:55 pm)
OK, what I last wrote was HORRIBLE. When I wrote it I was kind of *mad* at my sisters and wrote about people being mad at each other. YOu can change it around a bit if you tink that they get mad to easily. :D
(November 2, 2009 - 4:37 pm)
Here's my part, i hope it's OK. Let me know if you want to change anything!
Easton is pronounced Ees-tun. Corwin is pronounced Kor-wen.
Wilie glared at Saffron. “you asked for my help, ifyou want it you’re going to have to trust me” she told Saffron is a dangerouslyglacial voice.
Saffron didn’t sayanything, but the girl Awila was right. Saffron came to her, if she wanted her helpto get away from Wliome, she would just have to accept that their destinationwould be a secret until they got there. “Fine” Saffron said, “I’ll trust you”
Wilie nodded, “come on”.
The ally’s twisted andturned so much that Saffron was sure that they had doubled back at leastthrice. They had passed many doors and windows. Some of the windows shone lightonto the dark cobblestones. Others were dark, and some boarded up. The doorsseemed to hide many things. When they passed one door an ear-splitting screamburst. There was a clatter behind the door, and then silence.
Then, quite suddenly andabruptly Wilie stopped. “So far you’ve trusted me, now, i ask, can i trust you?”
Saffron gave her a quizzicalexpression, “you can trust me as long as i can trust you”
Awila nodded, “alright”.Wilie took a couple paces forward, crouched down and tapped a stone on theground. To Saffron’s amazement the stone slide away, Wilie whispered somethingnot audible to Saffron and then a small rope appeared. Wilie stood up, graspedthe rope in both hands and pulled. A square patch of the cobble stone alleywayopened, as if on invisible hinges. “Comeon,” she said, and slide down the hole. Saffron, still surprised of the secrethole, followed her down.
There was not much light,and the light that there was was and eerie yellow, from a couple candles. Twofigures sat in the shadows. One was a boy, probably Awila’s age, he had on hislap a long sword. He was running a stone along the edge of it, the newlysharpened edge glissened. The boy had dark hair, much like Awila, he wore greyand a thick belt. Saffron could make out a dagger, as well as the sheath of thelong sword. Behind the dark haired boy sat a person, probably of the age of 9.The child was so much wrapped in darkness Saffron could not see if it was agirl or a boy.
“Saffron” Wilie saidsoftly, “meet my brothers, Easton and Corwin”.
To Meadow: Easton is the brother with the sword, and Corwin is the younger brother in the back of the room. Let me know what you think!!
(November 3, 2009 - 5:48 pm)
What you wrote was really really REALLY good, Kendra!
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A soft grunt came fromt he brother with the sword. A small, quiet voice muttered "Hello," from the darkness.
"Hi," said Saffron nervously.
"Your voice sounds.... familiar," said the larger brother.
Saffrons eyes widened, "Nelson!"
"No, Easton. My name is Easton, now," said Easton, surprised that someone knew his former name. "My name is Easton now," he muttered again. "Easton, Prince of the Street Children.
"Remember when we played those games, that we lived in a big citi..."
"...And helped the neady, stole the things that the dirty rich didn't nead...," continued Saffron.
"...Like our favourite character, in our favourite book."
"Robin hood, " they said together, smiling.
"We were the rulers of the Street Children, and that is what I am right now, with my sister, Awila," siad the former Nelson.
"How?" asked Saffron quietly.
"When my family left from town, we were headed for here. But, when we were days away from a town, thieves robbed us. Before they got far, Father woke up. They were armed, he wasn't. They killed him."
His face was wet now, so was Awila's. Corwin was unnafected by the death of his father he never knew.
Saffrons eyes were about to explode. The father of NElson - now Easton - was one of the nicest people Saffron had ever met. "What then?" she said in a wet, teary voice.
"We went on. When we got to the gates of Galemark, Mother was in labour. We neaded to find a midwife, fast. We found one, her name was Ann. Corwin arrived Safely, but Mother was gone."
By now the three older people's tears were rivers of salt water.
After what seemed like gallons of water, Easton continued. "We had relatives in Galemark, thats one of the reasons that we moved. The other..." he trailed off, nervous to tell Saffron. Finnally deciding, he leapt on with the sad story. "Awila had been ill, deadly ill. My parents were nervous that the Mayor would make us leave becauswe of Awila's diseas. they hid her, and kept her a secret. No one, not even you, Saffron, was alloud to know about her.
"The midwife, Ann, she knew a cure for the illness. She cured Awila. She didn't want much pament, she didn't nead any.
"We moved in with our Aunt and Uncle, My Mothers brother and his wife. But they were not good with kids. They didn't understand how sad we were. We ran away.
"We formed the Street Children, Awila and I the leaders. And now here we are," he gestured around him. "Now, what have you been doing?"
Saffron told them her story. After the long talk and confusion of the oddeties of Spirit papers, Awila said, "I wondered how you knew my name without knowing."
Easton suddenly stood up,the four children had sat down in a circle to dicuss everything. He made a cricket-like noise. Kids came, a lot of kids.
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Sorry if that is to long, Admins! Yuo can cut it down a bit, if you like. Kendra, feel free to change it as much as you want. I would write more, but I have to make my grandma's birthday present and go to the store with my mom and sisters. I don't know why mom wants all of us to go to the store together. I can stay home alone, making the present and reading and writing more of the story. right now I seem to have a writers rush.
(November 4, 2009 - 2:41 pm)