So, I saw

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So, I saw

So, I saw that thread that BellaTrix made for Kendra & Meadow to write a story and/or poem together, and it sounded like a way to pass time. Anyone wanna do one? :D

submitted by Mathilda / Lovely L.
(September 24, 2009 - 8:54 pm)

That's probabaly a good idea...

submitted by Lovely Lunegood
(September 28, 2009 - 3:37 pm)

Don't mean to sound rude, but can we get started? I'm anxious.

submitted by Katie, age 11, Outside looking
(September 30, 2009 - 10:42 am)

Erm... yeah. You're right. I'll make the thread for it later. By the way, since there are four of us, maybe we should split into two's?

submitted by Lovely Lunegood
(September 30, 2009 - 7:34 pm)

Hey look! There's a new TAPM thread!

submitted by Brynne, age 13, Anthropos
(September 30, 2009 - 7:40 pm)

Hmm. You're right. We should probably pair up the way glowworm does it for TAPM. Everybody post and the styles of writing that are closest to each other will be pairs. Post a short excerpt that isn't sci-fi, and we'll pair up. sorry, I stole that idea from the TAPM.

Mine will be fantasy.

The dim lantern that served as the only light flickered, casting lengthened shadows across the canvas tent.

Aaron shivered and rolled over beneath the threadbare blanket he shared with his four companions.  But the thick canvas tent and thin blanket were not enough to keep out the biting cold. It  stung like sharp iron nails being driven into his flesh, but there was no way to escape it.  his breath came out in puffs of steam, hovering in the air for a mere moment, almost mockingly, before evaporating. Aaron shut his eyes tightly, listening intently for a consoling sound. he could hear Nathaniel snoring beside him, Noah's raspy uneven breathing, Jenna's murmuring as she slept, encompassed, within Noah's protecting arms, and Alan's pounding heart, there heartbeat that matched Aaron's own.

And then, something else. The snapping of a twig and a muffled curse in the distance, within the trees beyond the clearing.  At first, Aaron assumed he'd imagined it. but the more he thought, the clearer it became. Monsters took shape in his mind, although none as frightening and vivid as what waited with bated breath just outside the tent.

submitted by Katie, age 11, Outside looking
(October 1, 2009 - 9:46 am)

I'm just going to write a spur-of-the-moment fantasy story, so be in for the worst, 'kay? *cringes*

Jasmine Clemmings woke with a start. She had just...dreamed doesn't exactly fit here. Fantasized? Hallucinated, maybe? Whatever she was doing, it seemed so realistic. Her pet hamster T-Bone (Boring? A little.) was getting bigger-bigger-bigger.. wait, that wasn't a dragons' head on the thing was it? She was 99% sure she was doing one of the above choices, because for one thing, she heard her alarm clock.She got out of bed and quickly dressed, then headed downstairs to her awaiting breakfast. I have got to stop reading those fantasy books. she thought to herself. What a stupid dream. If it was going to be a realistic dream, she'd rather have dreampt that she was a vampire, or a werewolf. Yep. Definitely got to cut back on fantasy books.

*cringes again* Yup. That was absolutely terrible.

submitted by Lovely Lunegood
(October 1, 2009 - 9:52 pm)

Is anyone still with me here?

submitted by Katie, age almost 12, Outside looking
(October 7, 2009 - 7:35 pm)