Time travel collaborative story
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Yup! That’s the way to do it! I like blockquoting things 😉
And aw man! ROTFL would have looked cool. It was supposed to be an emoji, right?
Yeah, I feel bad about squishing things, especially since a lot of bugs can be cute 🙁 But flies, uh, my remorse is fleeting 😛
And don’t think your woodburning isn’t good! They look AMAZING! Wow! It must have taken a lot of concentration, and if you mess up, you can’t erase! (I can’t help but to think of that since my drawing revolves around the eraser.) Let me just say I have no idea how to do it, unless it is literally burning designs into wood. Is that how? And what do you use?
My weekend was good! How was your’s? I can’t remember what we did. We’ve only been here (NC) for about two weeks, so it hasn’t been TOO exciting.
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.And here is my overdue post:
I fidgited with the hem of my dress. How was I to answer? Mr. and Mrs. North had taken care of that for me, explaining to every inquisitive inquirer from town that I was the cousin of some far off aunt in Europe who had died, and so they had taken me in. Pretty soon the word got round that I was the daughter of a botanist and a wild-animal tamer from India.
I was never good at lying — if I tried, I get this queer grin on my face and I speak in a strained voice. Yeah, it doesn’t work. But I couldn’t tell the truth either, could I? I mean, nobody really believed I was the daughter of bontinest and a wild-animal tamer from India. And if I tried to tell them I was the cousin of some far off aunt in Europe who had died, well… That would be lying. Mr. and Mrs. North had done the lying for me. And, as I said, I can’t lie efficiently. And I wanted friends.
There weren’t a whole lot of girls my age here, and I didn’t see them often. So I turned to these girls and said, “um, why don’t we go to the hay-loft?”
They agreed, and we trundled out into the snow and to the barn. Cicero hugged my side, eyeing the wolfhound, who patiently trotted besides his mistress. Cicero was shivering, but the hound looked fine.
We hurried to get out of the wind, and I shut the barn doors with the girls’ help. Then I told Cicero to sit, and tied him to the wall.
“Maybe I should do the same with Arrow (that is the dog’s name, right?)”
“Yeah,” I said. “We don’t need any blood on the floor right now.”
We climbed up into the loft. The hay was sweet and clean — and warm. We snuggled up in it, and then they looked at me expectantly. I took a deep breath, and decided to tell them. They probably wouldn’t believe me, and I would just have proven myself to be a nut-case. Oh well. My story would’ve come out sooner or later anyway.
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.Thanks Wing.
What we do is we draw a pattern on wood, and then get our burner, which has a temperature gauge, and just burn.
It is hard, and you can’t erase.
Nice to hear about your weekend.
Oh c’mon!! I have no idea which one you’re talking about! *throws what I try to make an annoyed glance, but really is more of an amused one, at you* They are AMAZING! And I can’t imagine how frustrating it would be not being able to erase…
Yeah, it was supposed to be an emoji face, but I guess the site had other ideas. *shoots another annoyed glance at the…computer, I guess?? What would you glare at?*
*clears throat* Anyway… I have no idea why, but I’m in a pretty goofy mood, which probably the explains the-*gestures wildly*- Y’know, everything about this post.
But that was great!! I loved your post. And don’t worry about it being ‘overdue’. I’m just glad the story’s rolling again!! In my post, should I start writing like she already told the story, or do you want to write a post where Silvia actually tells them it? (Does this make any actual sense??)
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
Thank you Natalie. You are very supportive. *Gives a ear wiggle and eye-brow raise. *
Sorry, thats just what i do when i want to do something funny.
Lol, can you actually wiggle your ears in real life? I knew someone who could do that.
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
Ooo! It sounds fun! Burning things is always delightful to me. But I can see how that’s difficult: it’s hot, it probably smells (does it?) and yeah, erasing. At least you can draw out the pattern first. How big is the tool? Sorry, This just sounds cool 😀
And you can wiggle your ears!? How do you gain control of them? We even have muscles to move our ears?!
Computers and emojis do not go well with me, period. Unless they are the normal, average, usual faces: 🙂 🙁 😉 😛 😀
^Ta da! The extent of my knowledge.
And yeah, I get in goofy moods. Often I sometimes just want to talk about one thing and to keep going on and on about it… Or I just want to be weird. *shrugs* I’ts just life, y’all.
Hmm. I don’t really want to post what Silvia said, so just pick up like she’s told them already 😉
^That was a primitive smiley
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.Computers and emojis do not go well with me, period
Same!! Some people are really tech-y. I, alas, am not one of those people.
And that’s about all I know, too. I notice some people use other smiley faces but I have no idea how they do…. Maybe they’re magicians 😛
I know! It’s just fun to be goofy. And yes, life should be full of laughter and goofy-ness! 😛
I don’t really want to post what Silvia said, so just pick up like she’s told them already
Got it!! Yeah, I think that’ll be easier. And don’t worry, even though they’re primitive, they’re still useful smileys 😉 😛
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
Yeah, funnily enough, i can move my right ear alot, like ALOT, and the left hardly moves at all. It’s honestly more of a neck muscle Wing.
The tool itself is about 4 inches long, but the metal is like a centimeter
Wow! That’s amazing! I couldn’t do that in a million years.
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
My jaw dropped. Normally, even though I was a time traveler myself, I would dismiss this story and think that she had probably seen something unusual and was confused. But she had talked about a fountain in Rome, which was where my grandfather had discovered time travel and learned about the fountain’s mind-boggling abilities.
I gathered my wits. I had to think logically. Was there any way that this was a coincidence, and that this girl had no idea about the time travel fountain? Or had she accidentally used the fountain and was sucked to another era against her will? I tried to imagine that, waking up in a strange, foriegn place, not knowing where you were or what had happened, being forced to live with strangers and never hearing of or seeing your family again. They would never even learn what had happened to you.
I decided the girl was telling the truth. It was too crazy to be a coincidence. Besides, she had relayed her story with such feeling that it was hard not to be convinced. And there was the fact that I knew time travel was completely possible; it was a part of my everyday life.
“I believe you,” I said simply.
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
Also, do you guys think we should start discussing a plot? I feel like for the story to really go somewhere, we need a bit of a plot 😉
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
Thanks, Peter! Speaking of which, do you have any ideas for the plot? I have, uh, none *sheepish smile*
"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."
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