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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 11:28 pm
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ok, this is a really simple idea. i'll start a story and everyone else writes a paragraph or two. easy enough.
when peeplz talk, it'll look like this: Then he said, "I like your hair." "I like your shoes," was her shy reply.
basic stuff:
main character - kith age - 14 race - elf(the cool, tall ones) setting - earth, before the beginning of time.
RULES(i hate that word. unless im breaking them.): 1. u cant post twice in a row. 2. dont quote the last post. just put your own. 3. plz try not to add your signature. it makes it so much harder to just read the story straight through. 4. if it's not the story, i dont wanna hear it. if u have an idea 4 a title, pm me. 5. NO SPAM!!! like i said, if it's not the story, i dont wanna hear it. 6. u can cuss, but dont put anything weird. by 'weird' i mean excessively lewd. 7. if u read this story, PLEASE POST!!! readers are good, but posters help more. 8. i dont want any comments on the story posted here(especially rude ones). u can pm me if u really have to, but, again, like i said, if it's not the story, I DONT WANNA HEAR IT!!! 9. use correct grammar as much as possible. spelling, i dont care as much about, unless u spell something like a character's name or a place in the story wrong. and dont use stuff like "u" and "didnt" and "+" or "&" and crap like that.
i think that's it sorry about having so many rules.
enjoy!
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It was getting late in the evening, but fourteen-year-old Kith didn't notice, as he was finishing the bow he had been working on for the past week. After he was done, he would still have to make the arrows to shoot and would have to master them before he could catch any food for his family, but it would be worth it. They hadn't had any meat since his father had died in the war.
He pushed his brown, shoulder-length hair out of his face and examined the finished product with the intense scrutiny only his blue eyes were capable of. He decided that the bow was pretty good for his first, and would get plenty of food for himself, his mother, and Kit and Kyra, his twin brother and sister.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 12:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 12:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 5:31 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 3:51 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 3:56 am
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It was too late, though. The tears were already streaming down his face. He new this was no prank. She hadn't looked that grave since his father had died, many years ago, in the final battle of the Thousand Year War. The millennium old war against the Traeyans, the, once, sister race of the Kyrrians, the race Kith's family belonged to, and the one for which his sister, Kyra, was named.
Though he was expecting it, the news hit him like a lead brick.
"Kith, I'm dying."
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 12:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 1:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 1:27 pm
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