Golly, I'm Late!

Wow. I'm REALLY behind in posting (as you could probably get from the title)... Well, I suppose I could tell you about a story blog Hayley, Ekul and I are sharing. So far not much but crazy banter is on there, but (hopefully) soon we'll be putting more of the story on. Anyway, you can visit and (if you happen to be a reeeeeealy nice person) you could also follow it! We'd really like that (gross understatement). Here's the link- http://www.lovewritingalot.blogspot.com. Please visit!

Farewell for now,

Winners...

The story contest ended today, so here are the 1st and 2nd winners picked...

1st place...Megan! I really, really liked your story!

It was a calm, Tuesday afternoon. As normal, I was off on my bi-nightly walk. I had gone about 3/4ths of a mile when I was hit on the back of my head. I still don't know by whom, or what. I'm not even sure if it ever occurred. But when I regained consciousness, I didn't know where I was.

Light...green light? The fuzziness of my vision was starting to clear. I sat up quickly...too quickly, and my vision again blurred with a head-rush. After a moment, I saw I was in a deep wood...no, a jungle. Lush green foliage and trees surrounded me wherever I looked. I stood up and looked down at the mossy patch I'd been laying on. I was confused....Hadn't I just been on a walk?
A twig or branch snapped and I looked up. It took a moment, but I then saw two large eyes in a bush with purple berries on it. Whatever it was took a step out. It had humanoid features but with thick hair, very large eyes, and unusually long arms. It came to about my knee.
It then smiled at me, showing a wide grin of sharp teeth. It let out a giggle - yes, it sounded most like a giggle. Then, before I knew it, about twenty of the creatures were standing about ten feet away from me. They were coming from the bushes. All of them looked about the same, but with different colored leaves in their thick brown hair.
The one I had first seen - their leader if they have such - took three steps toward me. I, feeling no hostilities from them, smiled and held out my hand. I later learned from my mistakes, but then I honestly thought they looked harmlessly friendly.
It walked to my outstretched hand and touched it. then it started caressing my hand and wrist. Others soon came and started petting my jean-covered legs and bare arms. They probably had never seen anything like me before and were curious. I felt kinda like Tarzan's Jane. One of the creatures then climbed up my side and sat on my shoulder and looked at my hair. Others climbed up and soon I was covered in them. One slipped off my shoulder, and I felt it make a tiny scrape on my arm as it tried to hold on with its small claws but fell. A small drop of blood leaked down my arm and I took no notice, but one of the creatures did. It touched the blood and looked at it on its finger, then sniffed it. A strange look came over its face and it bit be on my arm! Its teeth sank in and I felt sudden pain. I yelped and tried to shake it off. It wouldn't budge. The pain was getting worse so I, well, bopped it on its head. It fell off with a thud and growled. Its white teeth, now red with blood, turned into a wolfish snarl, and it then tried again to leap onto my arm. I stumbled back, tripped over one, and fell with a thud. I heard a bone-curdling snap as I landed on one.
I stood up and looked down. I think I killed one. It laid there motionless. They were all looking at me, then at the one on the ground. All of the sudden they were all on it, eating it like hyenas on their prey. What were they?
I started running. My arm still pained me terribly, but I ignored it. They noticed me. I ran as fast as I could but they were fast, too. They were gaining on me. One took a huge leap and landed on my back, and it bit my shoulder. I then was screaming and flailing my arms, trying to get it off me while still running. The little raptor was scratching me now. Finally I knocked it off. I looked back. They were leaving- running to the side.
I stopped after I felt I had gone a long distance and tried to catch my breath. I turned and there they were. How had they gotten here so fast? So I kept running. The trees and moss were starting to turn into rocks and dirt, making it harder to run. I looked back and they were still coming, death written in their eyes. I felt something shift under me, but it was too late. I had run myself right over a cliff. Ironic...I had been running from my death and ended up right in it.
I fell for a long time. I saw the ground coming near....I knew I was falling too fast and hard to survive...

I woke up to a strange texture. Sand, very warm sand........


And here's the winner for second place...Mitchell! Actually, it's a story he wrote three years ago and my mom put it in this contest. Surprise, Mitch!

I stuffed the last of my stuff into my pack, cinched it shut and strapped it on. My best friend, Mark, and I had just finished clearing our campsite and were heading back. We were leaving from a weekend long backpacking trip in Glacier Park.
The trail back wasn't very difficult except for one spot where the trail almost disappeared and then branched of in several directions. Only one lead back to the ranger station. As we stood there trying to decide which to take, I noticed a sign saying that several bears had been encountered and to use caution when proceeding. Paying no heed to it, we chose a path and continued on. After an hour or so the trail gradually began to fade out. Puzzled, we continued on for a very short while. It became evident we had taken the wrong one, but it was about one-thirty so we figured we'd take a half-hour rest and then return to the fork in the trails and go a different way this time- hopefully the correct one.
Lunch consisted of hot dogs grilled at camp, energy bars, and water filtered fro a nearby stream. While we were packing the remains of our lunch, I thought I heard some rustling in a stand of trees. Remembering the sign about the bear encounters, I slipped my can of bear spray out of my pack and strung it on my belt.
A ways down the trail I noticed my bootlace was loose. Ignoring it I continued, but it began to annoy me so I stopped to retie it. Finishing, I looked up and saw that Mark had kept on going. Before I could call out to wait, I saw something moving in the trees beside the path. I called out to him, and just as he turned around, a large Grizzly burst out of the trees, heading straight toward him. I yelled at Mark to move away but he only just finished turning around and the bear crashed into him, throwing him into a tree and knocking him out cold.
The bear started walking toward him, growling menacingly. Remembering the spray, I jerked it from its case and ripped the safety cap off, and in doing so fired off a small burst, some of which got into my eyes and stung painfully. I finally managed to get a sight on the bear and pressed the button, but the spray didn't even come close to hitting him. I ran towards it keeping the button depressed.
Before I even got there, the spray can was empty, the bear had finished toying with Mark and was turning towards me. I turned to run, but before I had taken eight steps he caught up to me and with a roar smashed its paw into the side of my head. My vision exploded into a shower of stars and then everything went black.

I hope you enjoyed these stories as much as I did!

Update

I thought it might be better if I postponed the due-date for the stories, which is tomorrow. So, the new time is August 5th, 2009. Well, that's all!

Contest #2

I know it's kinda close to the first contest, but I had another idea, and I bet you can guess what it is. Yup, it's a shortish story contest. It can be fairly long, but not too long because I'll post the winning story on this blog. This time you'll have more time to enter, 'cause I'll pick the winner on Wednesday, July 29th. The theme is...you pick! I'd prefer adventure, but it really doesn't matter!! Also, you can draw a picture of the story if you want to. Write away!

The Gingerbread Mushroom

For those of you who don't know, a few of my friends and I have a blog mainly for writing fairytale stories. It starts with The Frizz, and Otter continues that same story, then MennoGirl, then me, and so on and so on until we have this hilariously wacko story. If you are interested in that sort of thing, you'll really like this blog with an original fairytale that is worth reading. We just began the story, but we'll have more soon. Just go to http://www.gbmushroom.blogspot.com and read the beginning of a wonderfully captivating story...

The Kingdom Series

I have recently been reading a series of books called the "Kingdom" series. It's a wonderfully written series written by Chuck Black. The books are really the story of the entire Bible, set in medieval times. With no magic, intense battle scenes, and much more, it's a really fascinating series, and I recommend reading it, if you are interested in that sort of thing. Here is a little part of one of the books...

Leinad grabbed the sword and started his run back to the boulders. Off to his right he spotted the hilt of a second sword almost covered in dirt. He chanced a detour to retrieve the second sword, though he knew the extra time might cost him. The thick vegetation of the tree line moved and parted. A dragamoth leapt through the opening and screeched the cry of a merciless predator...

I know this is the second teaser of a book I've posted, but it shows how much I enjoy the company of an exiting story. I hope you liked this one, too!

My Attemt at Writing...

Well, I'm not a really famous writer, but I do like to write, mostly of fairytale characters. So, even though you probably aren't interested, here is my attempt at writing...

It was getting dark when Laughterfire arrived. Fairies were twinkling all around him, hoping for a fire with which to warm themselves on that cool, windless night. Laughterfire was a fire-eater, one who could summon fire with his voice alone, make it dance, for in his world, fire was not only a dangerous light, it was alive. Laughterfire got off his unicorn, Utopia, and walked over to the pond right next to the forest. Sierra was supposed to be here. Laughterfire was teaching her how to play with fire, even though her mother, Ronana, was scared of it. The only way she let Sierra go was if she carried her sword with her, in case any wolves happened to attack her. Laughterfire was waiting as patiently he could, waiting in the cold for Sierra. Finally, when Laughterfire thought he couldn't wait a moment longer, she arrived, quickly got off her horse, and ran over to Utopia, giving him an apple. Then she quickly ran over to Laughterfire, apologizing for her being late. "Well, then shall we begin?" Laughterfire then made the fire he had lit earlier begin to dance for him...

Well, there you have it. Sorry it was long, but sometimes my hand won't stop writing once it's begun. I hope you liked it!