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I’d love a storying!

Name: Peregrine

Gender: Female

Appearence: As you imagine me!

Personality: Empathetic, mostly optimistic.  I have a small sense of sarcastic humour (not in a mean way).  Laughs and talks some.  I need time to just be with my self, so maybe the tiniest bit of an introvert.  I will go deep inside myself and it can be hard to get me out.  I like spending time outdoors, writing and reading.

History: You can make it up.

Setting: Forest and mountains?

Other: I love playing violin and couldn’t live without it.  I’m not a falconer in real life, but could you make me one in the story?

Could I have a storying?

Name: Barnswallow

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Appearance: How you imagine me

Personality: adventerous, determined, excited in general, loves to be outdoors, loves spending time with family, loves to laugh, usually quiet but not around people I'm really comfortable with, likes some alone time

History: Me and my cousin(Icy), grew up together in a very old farmhouse. We spent our time looking through the antiques my grandma had collected, swinging on the swingset, exploring the woods, fishing, swimming, playing survival, picking berries, exploring the old barn, searching for hidden passageways in the house(there is one)creating treasure hunts, climbing trees, practicing archery, and role-playing together. Until our little cousins came along.

Setting: An old farmhouse that's more than 100 year olds with an old barn, large yard, big trees, and woods with a pond behind the yard.

Here is your storying, Peregrine. I hope you like it!

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You dodge behind a moss-covered boulder, hiding from your father. It's not that you don't love him, but your time in the forest is your escape, your way out. When you become The Falconer, you need to be by yourself, with no one but the trees and the wind and Starflight, your peregrine falcon.

"Peregrine!" your father calls out to you, using your nickname. "Perry! Where are you?"

Everyone calls you Peregrine or Perry. It's as if your true name is lost to the world, gone where no one but teachers and doctors can find it.

You take out your violin and start to play. Everyone always tells you not to bring it into the forest, but you are done doing what everyone else thinks. This is how you live. Your feet on the ground and your heart and soul flying high in the sky with Starflight, propelled by waves of music.

This is where your father finds you, hours later. Asleep, huddled on the forest floor, with your violin in your arms and your falcon perched on a branch above your head. He carries you home, but even as you lie in your bed, your heart is still amoung the stars, flying to the sound of music. 

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Your bill:

Name: Peregrine

Purchase: Storying

Cost: FREE!

Savings: 50%

Okay, here is your Storying! It's different from Peregrine's, longer, and more plot driven. It's not exactly what you might call "beautiful," but I hope you like it. Please tell me your actual opinion on it, and not just, I love your style, it's so great, etc. That applies to everyone. I want to have actual constructive criticism along with any praise you might have. Anyway, sorry for the mini-rant. Here is your story-ing.

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You clamber up the rope into the loft of the barn. You have to get there before Icy. Hand over hand over hand. You can't think about what will happen if you fall ten feet to the rocky floor of the barn. You just have to get to the top of the rope.

“Beat you!” cries Icy, just as you arrive at the top, panting like a dog. She hasn’t broken a sweat, even after running for 15 minutes straight. With a backpack.

“I’ll beat you someday,” you gasp, but Icy just rolls her eyes.

“Whatever. Let’s just start decorating.”

Evelyn and Opal, your little cousins, are coming to the farmhouse for a year while their moms are in Paris, getting inspiration for their new bakery. You haven’t seen the twins since they were babies, and you can’t wait for them to arrive. They’ll look up to you as if you were their older sister, and you’ll show them all over the family farm, just like Icy did when you came.

You and Icy hurry around in the loft, putting the finishing touches on your masterpiece. Streamers, a confetti bomb. . . and voila! It’s done. You step back and look at your work. The worn old loveseat is festooned with flowers, and streamers and balloons are everywhere.

“They’ll love it,” says Icy, and, for once, you agree with her. It’s perfect. 

“It’s them!” Icy whispers. “Throw down the ladder.”

You grab the rickety wooden ladder from the corner and carefully let it down to the ground. The kids won’t be ready for the rope yet.

“C’mon up,” you shout to the two girls at the bottom.

Almost reluctantly, it seems, they climb the ladder. They are nearly identical, with the same blond hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. They will grow up looking like Icy, you can already tell. Not like the dark hair and complexion that you inherited from your dad.

“Ugh,” says one of the girls. “That ladder is so rotten, I nearly died. So did Opal.” The other girl, Opal, nodded vigorously. Just then, Icy pulled the string.

“Confetti bomb!” she shouted.

“Ew!” Evelyn shouted. “Ew! Get it off me!” She tried frantically to brush the glitter and confetti off her white tunic dress.

“You girls okay?” said a voice, probably Icy’s mom.

“Yeah,” you shout back, but inside, you wonder. Is this year going to be anything like what you dreamed of? How can it be that this annoying, rude six-year-old is the same happy, cooing baby Evelyn that you remembered? You sink onto the loveseat and wonder if crying would be worth it.

Just then, you feel a touch on your leg, and Opal clambers into your lap.

“I like confetti,” she says, snuggling against your shoulder.

Evelyn gasps. “Opal talked! Opal never talks to strangers.”

You smile, cuddling the warm little girl on your lap. Maybe the year won’t be like you expected, but maybe it won’t be so bad. 

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Your bill:

Name: Barnswallow

Purchase: Storying

Cost: FREE!

Savings: 50% 

wow- i love all the story-ings youve done so far!

STORYING PLEASE!!!!!

Name: Emekittycon Kitten

Age: 11 (Almost twelve)

Gender: Female 

Appearance: I have black hair with cute little white kitty-cat ears headband with a sapphire, rby, emerald, and diamond crown, with tan skin, purple eyes, and black lip stick. I always wear a black t-shirt with cats on it, and black shorts. I am bare-foot too.

Personality: Let's see...Hmmm, oh, I got it!! Fierce, friendly, nice, and defending if needed. 

History: I have no idea what this means. 

Setting: I also have no idea what this means. 

Other: Can a person named Bradley be in it? Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with a cherry on top and extra whipped cream with your fave dessert on top and another cherry???

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