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Post by Amber on May 24, 2005 18:32:00 GMT -5
This is my story, or what I have written so far, there will definatly be more, I don't know if you will like it but.........
"See? Don't you see? I swiftched these flowers with this yo-yo without touching them!" Tori exclaimed. Grace yawned sleepily. She toned out her younger sister. Tori had not actually done magic. Even at Grace's age, producing more than a spark of magic was astounding. Finally when Tori's chatter became too much to stand, Grace turned around and glared. Then, she snapped, "Ms. Mottermouth, if you had created the first wizard's council, that would be something to talk about." That shut Tori up. Grace was a short tomboy, who liked to have her opinions known. She had orange hair down to her chin, bright enough to be called fire. She was fair-skinned and had freckles. Her eyes were green adn had a light in them that made you think 'fire'. Once you got to know her, her personality would strike you as firely too. Despite all the things that spelled 'fire' about Grace, she was deathly afraid of it. She would not go anywhere near it unless there was a grate between the flames and her. Even then, she wouldn't go closer than three feet away. When she and her family went camping, aomeone would have to toast marshmellows for her. Grace hated fire. Grace was going to be surprised.
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Post by Rain on May 25, 2005 0:19:33 GMT -5
Ooo... it sounds interesting, wizards and magic? I like it.
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Post by Runic Secret on May 25, 2005 1:23:34 GMT -5
Yes! Yes! I would like to order an exemplar, pleas! lol *Likes such stuff 'bout magic' wizards'n so on*
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Post by Amber on May 25, 2005 12:58:41 GMT -5
*sighs with relief* I thought no one else would like tht kind of stuff! I will get you a copy, Runic, when it is done. (If it ever gets done!) I'm working on the next part now.
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Post by Damora on May 25, 2005 14:01:50 GMT -5
sounds good wouldent mind reading further well done amber
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Post by Amber on May 25, 2005 14:06:33 GMT -5
Thanks! No one has ever liked my stories so much!
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Post by Amber on May 26, 2005 15:31:43 GMT -5
Carl was practicing with his stick. Twirl, thrust down, Carl thought, block swerve trip. Carl almost had his profesional, black stick. The stick was a long black pole with metal covering on the ends of it. Carl was very good with his stick. Carl was tall and dark-skinned. He had black hair and dark brown eyes that sparkled. Carl was shy but to the people that knew him, very funny. He liked to play tricks on those close to him, but is compassionate. Carl is an only child. The only reason that Carl did not have his professional stick was that he could not do the pole jump. The pole jump is where you run, thrust the pole on the ground and push. You then rise into the air, and land oposite of where you started. Carl can not do this because he is afraid of heights. Being even a little ways off the ground made him have butterflies in his stomach. He had only been on a brromstick once and did not want to repeat the experience. You would think this is funny because Carl was very tall so should have been used to it. But he did not like to have his feet off the ground. "Dinner!" called Carl's mom, her voice echoing across the bit backyard. "Coming mom," mumbled Carl. He was depressed. He had a big test tomorrow, and he hadn't studied for it at all. Carl was in for a change.
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