(A writing exercise that had to use all the words in the title)
“Teacher, are you there?” Isabel whispered, tapping the rough tree trunk.
An eye blinked open and swiveled down at her. “Is it summer already?”
Isabel grinned and nodded. “It makes you thirsty. You really want a drink.”
The knothole of wood that was her teacher’s mouth shifted up at the corners. “My roots are deep enough for that. You just want me to make it rain.”
Miches stepped back. he was finally finished.
The statue stood tall; Black granite against a golden sky.
Miches surveyed his handiwork. he felt the wings, the curved beak and the long talons.
"This is a smarter Guardian" Miches thought. "i shall set him to the ultimate Pass."
The statues were made for a purpose; A Pass.
The Gargoyle would sit on the roofs and wait. His Pass was to unleash a deluge of water on any intruder.
The Dragon was made for a gatehouse. His Pass would guard the gates of cities and castles, with fire if need be.
Chapter 2 (Written by Me, Kassady) Amy stood a gape, as a man stood in front of her, that looked as if he had just came from the set of Lord of the Rings. "Who...who" she stammered, "Listen"Amy said shakily, "This game your playing... its not funny any more. Just stop, okay?" The weirdo glared at her, his hair falling into his face, making his face look fierce and mysterious, "Who are you? And where am I?" he asked, still glaring at her.
We looked to each other, then back to the streets. They were empty. No silhouettes of people were seen through the windows. No smoke rose up from the high chimneys. The streets were dead and soundless.
“They are afraid,” I whispered.
“They must be awake, for the death-stroke will come in the night.”
**Hi! My best friend and I have been writing this for awhile, so I thought I'd post it sense she can't have a AP account :(... Hope you enjoy! This first Prologue was writen by myself then the first chapter is one that Liddyanne wrote, then its me, then its her and then its me and then its her and so and so forth! Thanks! Enjoy!**
Prologue
Glorious are weekly writing contests... but only if you can keep up. I had to call a hiatus for one week, then the next week I couldn't keep up with my own contest. So, this week, my best friend's contest was a little more managable:
Condensing Thoughts In 200 words or less, you must ... ~ explain the unique way a child was transported to another world (made up by you) to have an adventure; ~ explain a fictional idea of how a custom or phrase came about, such as a story behind the name of something we use now;
Chapter 12
Aalen and Kalen ran for cover.
Finding a fallen tree, they ducked underneath.
"Where's Nomen?" Kalen asked.
"I honestly don't know." Aalen replied
"What? I thought you were writing this story. Where is he?"
"I haven't figured out what happened to him yet. I write along as my thoughts come to me."
"Aalen, look out!" Kalen screamed.
Aalen looked at the arrow protruding from his chest.
"That wasn't supposed to..."
Sora stared at the bird.
{Okay, so I don't usually write fiction. It just dosen't really work out for me. But I was writing today, and I think it turned out okay. Please let me know what you think! I haven't done much editing yet, so forgive the slightly sloppy quality. Thanks!}