Time travel collaborative story
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Right? Bye! 😉
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.My next part:
I watched as the boy called Percy rode off into the snow. I shook my head. He’d probably end up as a frozen popsicle with several bullet-holes. I turned to the two girls in our cabin instead. I didn’t really look at them, but at the wolfhound. I had had a very unpleasant wolf experience that spring, when one tried to get into the lambing pens. Cicero hadn’t been much help. He just ran circles around it snarling. I guess it did enough to confuse the beast until Pa could get out there with a gun, but I hate to think of what might have happened if he hadn’t gotten there sooner.
The reason Cicero had done anything at all was because I was there. If I hadn’t been, he would’ve made a bee-line for the house. Cheetahs don’t fight. They run. But that doesn’t mean they’re wimps. Cheetahs are smart, and hunt when other predators aren’t around to steal their kill, and they will drag their food miles to avoid an encounter. But they know when they can’t win. Cicero only puts on a show when he gets in a fighting stance and shows his teeth. I was keeping a close eye on that wolf-hound, but the girl was holding his rope leash so tightly her knuckles were white.
We sat down to lunch, and Pa and Hutch came in. They stared and blinked at the girls until Ma said, “sit down, for goodness’ sake! They won’t bite!”
Hutch sat next to me, muttering something about why some boys couldn’t drop by more often. Pa just raised his eyebrows and guzzled his coffee. We said grace, and I smiled at the girl next to me. She had reddish-brown hair and freckles. The other girl looked a little nervous; maybe part of it was because she was sitting next to Pa. I suppressed a giggle. Pa wasn’t the neatest eater.
I slipped a slice of cold bacon down to Cicero, who undoubtedly was making faces at the wolf-hound from under the table. I poked his rump to remind him of his manners.
After lunch, Ma got up to clear the table and I rose to help her, but she waved a hand in the air. “No, sweetie. Why don’t you tend to our guests?” I nodded, glad not to have dish duty. Then I out-right laughed when I saw the look on Hutch’s face that meant he was going to do the dishes.
I turned to the two girls. “Um,” I said. “You look cold.”
I need to work on my social skills.
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.That was awesome, Wingiby! I loved that one; it was so funny 😛
Here’s my post, sorry it’s short, I just didn’t want to control Silvia 😉 (and if I described her wrong in any way, please tell me!)
As I watched my brother disappear into the churning snow, I wished he wasn’t leaving. Now the task of protecting my little sister weighed on my shoulders alone. Besides, I always felt safer when he was around, especially when we time traveled.
I scolded myself for being such a sissy. I was fourteen-years-old now. Was I really going to run after my big brother and bawl for help?
Turning away from the door and setting my jaw, I straightened my brown, long-sleeved dress’s collar. The dress was woven of thick material to fight the biting cold and black buttons dotted the front.
After lunch, during which I had eyed the cheetah Silvia, a red-headed girl, seemed to own, she turned to us and said awkwardly, “Um, you look cold.” She appeared at a loss for words, and, if I’m honest, I felt the exact way.
“I guess I am a little bit,” I admitted, shuffling my leather-booted feet.
Silvia seemed to stick out from the rest of the family. Except her, the Norths’ all bore brown hair and exhibited country ways. But Silvia’s curly, red hair haloed around her and she spoke with a hint of an accent which I couldn’t quite place.
“So, Silvia” I began, attempting to strike up a conversation, “Are you from around here?”
If your dreams turn to dust... vacuum.
~Author UnknownHey everybody! I’m going down to Atlanta, Georgia for an Irish Dance workshop this weekend and I may or may not be able to post.
"Bha e fhathast. Agus bha e air a ghràdh." -Am Maor agus an Rìgh Wolf
Thanks y’all! I’m glad you liked it! And Thwapling, you described her perfectly! That was the perfect question to ask, ’cause I really actually was at a loss for words 😛
Kylie: Wait a minute…. Where do you live?! Like, what state? I’m in Georgia — although we’re moving. And Irish Dancing sounds really fun!
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.I’m in Colorado, which is really nice. I’ve moved alot, as i was an MK in Cameroon Africa.
Colorado is prolly one of my favorite places.
Kylie: Really?! Have fun while your there!
Wingiby: I’m glad that I didn’t describe her wrong! And yeah, I was a bit at a loss for words too, 😛
Peter: Hey! We’re neighbors! I’m in Arizona! Maybe someday we’ll cross paths in person! Wow, you lived in Africa?! That’s crazy!
If your dreams turn to dust... vacuum.
~Author UnknownI forgot to say that starting August 1st, I won’t be able to post for 2ish weeks. 🙁 If you need to, you can control Cassie a bit to keep the story moving 😉
If your dreams turn to dust... vacuum.
~Author UnknownHi guys! I have to tell you that I probably won’t be able to post much, if at all, until after August 1 — and I still might be busy. We are moving at the end of next week, and I know y’all know what that’s like. If you can, keep the story going! You can control Silvia till I come back 😉
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.Ahh! Everybody has something that’s going to keep them from posting. Kylie going to Georgia, I have a friend from out of state coming August 1st, and Wingiby’s moving!! Peter, it seems like you’re going to be alone in here!!
If your dreams turn to dust... vacuum.
~Author UnknownI live in North Carolina. Wait, wasn’t that where you were moving! We might meet each other in person! *does a happy dance*
"Bha e fhathast. Agus bha e air a ghràdh." -Am Maor agus an Rìgh Wolf
Oh man. I guess our tale will be a bit on hold.
Kylie! You live in North Carolina! Yay! We totally might see each other!
I light the arrow, pull the bow,
Shoot that fire right through my soul.
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