Friday, 30 October 2015

If Adventure Comes Your Way - Fragment Three


Today we are going to a Homeschool Conference (If you click on the link and look at the picture you may just be able to spot me. I'm quite difficult to discern but I'm in the front row and the two people to my left -- my sister and my Mum -- have my two little brothers sitting on their laps, oh I'm also wearing a skirt if that helps...see if you can find me. It's like 'Where's Wally', just 'Where's Jane' instead! Sorry to say, but I think your chances are low.) , so I won't be hanging around for long. 

Yesterday I had a nice/busy day writing, packing and helping everyone else get ready, and today everyone's feeling nice and relaxed, no one's stressed at all...okay, maybe that's an under-exaggeration but only just in my case. :D

I'll stop jabbering on now and let you get to the story. Option one got it this time, with 4 votes. Option two got 3 votes and option three got 1. Thank you everyone for commenting and I've considered being mean and particularly thanking Zach but I decided not to; aren't I nice?

I raised my eyebrows, wondering if I was supposed to be struck with terror as she spoke the name. I’d never heard of a ‘Yerra Hacaz’ before, and that was saying something as – being a De Corlette – I’d heard and met my fair share of knights and noblemen.

Before I could ask further questions the door behind us was thrown open and two guards entered. “Lady Louise, your father requires you,” one said, after a frowning glance at Maree.

“Oh,” I replied. “Sorry.” I turned awkwardly to Maree, “I’d best be going now.”

“Sure,” she answered tightly, barely looking in my direction.

The guards ushered me out the door, locking it behind them. I hoped that they wouldn’t mention to my father where I’d been, because I had no doubt that he would not be amused.

My father was in his private meeting rooms, sitting behind his large desk piled with official papers. “Ahh, Louise,” he said, looking up as I came in. “I would like you to meet our guest.”

He waved me to a position behind his chair as the door opened and a footman announced: “Sir Creighton of Sean Iister.”

A brawny knight stepped into the room, his surcoat adorned with a glowing red Manticore as I had formerly noticed. “My lord,” he murmured, bowing his head to my father, then turning to me, he stepped forward, covering the distance between us in one stride. He placed a knightly kiss on my hand, bowing low, “And you must be the renowned Lady Louise De Corlette?”

“Yes, Sir Knight,” I replied.

Lord De Corlette rose. “Please take a seat Sir Creighton, it is a pleasure to meet you,” he said.
Sir Creighton obligingly sat on the large and elaborate chair in front of my father’s desk. “I have heard much of your fame in my many travels,” he remarked flatteringly.

My father responded with a modest nod. “Why, thank you Sir Creighton. I’m afraid I cannot say the same of you,” he added.

Sir Creighton shook his head sadly. “No, not many have heard of me. I am but a traveling knight of no particular importance.”

As he said the words I got the distinct feeling that something was not quite right. Most knights like this Sir Creighton always tried to remind people of the great things they’d done. There always were the humble few, but they were generally the ones that everyone already knew what they’d done.

I jerked back slightly as a loud crash came from somewhere above us, I looked up at the ceiling, almost expecting to see a large crack. My father laughed. “One of the servants must be feeling clumsy today,” he said offhandedly, before returning to his conversation with the strange knight.

I scrutinized Sir Creighton as he talked, trying to see past the knightly mask. Maree seemed to think he was some kind of evil person, but the knight before me was the height of courtesy and chivalry. But things like that can be faked, I thought, but maybe there is no fake and Maree is crazy after all. 

A second thump from upstairs brought an end to the conversation for a moment. My father frowned up at the ceiling, and then continued, “Yes, anyway. Lord Grindlevalch has been quite...”

I stopped listening again, wondering why all the servants were suddenly feeling clumsy and had started falling down stairs. Quieter thuds began to reach us, and they continued at even intervals, accompanied by faint voices, that could be interpreted as shouts.

My father steadfastly ignored these noises, but Sir Creighton became increasingly curious as to their origin and I noticed him carefully manoeuvring to conversation in the direction of captives. Eventually he went with a straight out question. “Do you have any prisoners, perchance?”

“Yes we do, as it happens,” my father returned, unaware of the glint in his companion’s eyes. “A girl actually. Strange thing, quite mad.”

“A girl?” Sir Creighton asked. Being practiced at concealing emotions as I am, I could immediately see his barely veiled interest.

“Yes. Brown, curly hair, not terribly tall, dreadful clothes. Know her?” I almost felt like I could slap my father, something was definitely wrong, and spurting out information about a prisoner wasn’t going to make things better.

Sir Creighton shook his head. “No, never heard of her,” he replied.

I narrowed my eyes, even a half blind person would be able to see that the knight wasn’t being entirely truthful. Apparently my father was more than half blind (figuratively speaking, not literally).

“She was making trouble in the market place this morning, and when my soldiers brought her here we discovered that she is most certainly a lunatic,” father continued.

“Yes, quite so,” Sir Creighton said. Suddenly he seemed to notice that I was watching him and he raised his eyes to mind. His hazel eyes were shallow, faked; like the eyes of someone who has much to hide. He looked back to my father, “If you will excuse me I must just have a quick word with one of my men.”

“Certainly, Sir Creighton,” my father allowed.

The Knight rose and strode to the door, disappearing for a moment. The low murmur of voices came from the anteroom and then our guest returned.

“Perhaps some refreshments?” my father asked.

Sir Creighton nodded, his talk with his soldiers seemed to have cheered him up a good deal, and he wore a pleased smile instead of his former frown, I wasn’t sure which was more disconcerting. A footman was sent for tea and the conversation droned on.

I actually jumped as a ground shaking crash exploded above us. This time even the etiquette practiced Lord De Corlette could ignore it no longer.

“Louise, perhaps you might ask one of the soldiers to investigate the source of the noise,” my father suggested calmly.

“Yes father,” I answered, hurrying to the door.

When I was out of sight of the footmen standing by the doorway I started running. I had no wish to call the guards, I was going to find out what was going on myself. Perhaps I should have called them, things would have ended up quite differently if I had. But I guess the ‘Adventuring Spirit’ was taking stronger hold every minute.

I ran along the long hall, heading toward the noise, which came from the direction of Maree’s quarters. I burst in the door, almost forgetting to unlock it before I came crashing through.

 “I don’t beleeve thees!” Maree roared at no one in particular, kicking the wall repeatedly.

“Maree?” I asked hesitantly.

She spun around at my voice. She stopped kicking the wall and just looked at me. “You’ve a met ‘im theen?”

“Yes, but his name is Sir Creighton, not Yeroa Hecars or whatever it was,” I said uncertainly.

Maree closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. “What eef he were lying?”

I didn’t reply. The reason being that...


1. I’d just become cross eyed, staring at the point of a sword that hovered just in front of my nose.

2. I was unwelcomely interrupted by an unexpected tap on my shoulder.

3. A tapestry on the wall crumpled to the floor and a gaping hole was revealed behind it.


Please comment away, although I probably won't see and publish your comments until Monday. But why should that stop you? I'll have a nice 'welcome back' pile of comments I hope...

Fare Thee Well!

Friday, 23 October 2015

If Adventure Comes Your Way - Fragment Two

It's really great to get back into a routine of writing these things, it's good practice for me, and it's fun which is a bonus. I'm hoping to lengthen these 'Fragments' a little, instead of aiming for 1,000 words like with Dusty Red, I'm going to try for 1,500. We'll see how it goes in the long run but I'm going to give it a shot.

Option number three won the votes by aeons (who cares if aeons is meant to be a time measurement not a numerical measurement) and so I proceeded to write a 1,586 word long Fragment. Thanks everyone for voting last week and I hope you like it!

Maree switched her stare from her hair to Lord De Corlette, a horrified expression on her face. “What have I eever done to make you think such a thing?!”

My father didn’t reply and the silence stretched. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, but other than that, time might have stopped for all the movement in the room. Maree Freespirit’s expression didn’t change at all, it seemed fixed in stone, her eyes wide open, staring at Lord De Corlette.

One guard eventually broke the silence. “Ahem,” he cleared his throat nervously. “Should we take her away, my lord?”

My father nodded slowly. “Take her to the servants and tell them to put her in a room on the second floor, but do not let her get away. I would like to speak with her again later.”

The guards nodded and turned to the door. 

Maree looked over shoulder just before the door closed behind her, shot me a brilliant smile and yelled: “Dúinn aller!” Then the doors blocked her from my view.

I stood, shocked for a moment. My father turned to me, walking over and putting a hand on my arm. “Perhaps you should return to your quarters, Louise,” he suggested.

I nodded and allowed him to lead me up the stairs and back to my rooms.

As soon as he left, Governess Kathryn pounced upon me. “What were you thinking, girl?” she asked. “Such disgraceful conduct!” To my great astonishment she stopped after that and just shook her head, too horrified for words.

I sat down on my bed, deep in thought. I attempted reading, but my thoughts kept wandering back to the lunatic just a few corridors away.

I glanced up as Governess Kathryn’s needlework slipped from her fingers and slid to the carpeted floor. For once in my life, my Governess had let her dignity drop, and had fallen asleep in her chair; I smiled. She was getting old, and, no doubt, looking after a person like me could be tiring sometimes.

I rose and crept to the door, glancing back once to check that Kathryn remained asleep, I opened to door a crack and squeezed through.

In the freedom of the corridor I moved faster, heading toward the smallest and least ornate empty room on the second floor, where I hoped to find the ‘prisoner’.

I decreased my pace and smiled as I saw the locked door on the left side of the hall. The key was still in the keyhole for which I was glad, otherwise I’d have no way of opening the door. I touched my fingers to the smooth wood, pausing a moment to listen. No sound came to my ears except the usual sounds of servants going about their work.

I tapped on the doorframe, wondering if there was any point in knocking if the door was locked on the outside anyway.

“Weelcome een, my merry guest!” the girl’s voice came from the other side. “We ‘ave cabbege hats and potato shoes eef ye wanted to stew ‘em.”

I took a deep breath, briefly questioning my sanity in coming here, but I twisted the key and pushed open the door.

Maree Freespirit lay on the bed, hands behind her head and feet resting on the end of the bed. She turned her head as I clicked the door shut behind me, vaguely wishing I was on the other side of it.

“Oh, eet’s you,” she stood and bowed. “A pleesure to meet your aquaintence,” she added.

“Same to you,” I replied, dazed.

“No one eelse comin’ with you?”

“No,” I said, wondering what I had planned to do when I got here.

“Oh good,” my companion sighed. “I were geetin’ tired of their useleess waffle.” She flopped down on the bed again, “Pleese take a seat.”

I settled down on a nearby chair, twisting my fingers together nervously. “So...who are you exactly, Maree Freespirit?” I asked, desperately trying to think of something to say.

“Exactly?” Maree repeated. “No one en parteecular.”

I frowned, something in her voice had changed as she replied and I sensed a distinct evading of the topic. Shrugging, I pushed the thought away. “Why are you mad?” the words burst from me before I could stop them.

Maree sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Her dark eyebrows were raised as she looked at me. At first I thought I’d offended her but then her lips were pulled into a crooked grin. “I ‘ate ter break the news to you, but I em ectually not so crazy as I seem.”

“Oh?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” she continued. “Ecting like a nincompoop can be quite handy someteemes. Although when eet geets one locked up, eet esn’t so great, ‘cause then I’ve a got ter come up with some kinda escape plan.”

“So you are actually entirely sane?” I released a relieved sigh.

Maree laughed, she had a very catching laugh, and I couldn’t help but smile. “I doubt eet,” she said cheerfully. “No one es eentirely sane. But jest so you don’t ‘ave to worry, I’m probebly jest as sane as you. Eeverything I told your father was true. I jest deedn’t mention thet the ‘old friend’ I was plannin’ on selling happened ter be a donkey.” She sighed dramatically, “Poor thing, ‘er name was Donkey.” She sighed again and pulled a sad face in my direction.

I nodded slowly. “Right,” I murmured. “I’m Louise De Corlette by the way,” I added as an afterthought.

“Maree Freespirit,” the dark haired girl answered. “Were that you as was ridin’ through the markeets earlier?”

“Yes,” I replied. “How did you know?”

“I feegured as there weren’t many ladies like yerself around ‘bouts, besides, you’re wearin’ the same dreess,” Maree pointed out. “And dreesses like thet are more noteeceable than things like these,” she gestured to her own odd garments. These consisted of a tunic and pants of dark, thick wool under a worn, black leather jacket that was slightly oversized.

“I guess it depends what situation you are in,” I said. “If you are, for example, in a manor, those clothes would be quite out of place.”

Maree nodded her smile askew on her lips. “Ye ‘ave a point there,” she admitted.

This time I smiled back. We sat there, a lady and a ‘lunatic’ smiling at each other, and I felt the ridiculous urge to go off adventuring just like my brothers had done. Tracing back through my memories, I can say that that was the moment that I caught the ‘Adventuring Spirit’ as Maree calls it.

As soon as I realised what I was thinking I snapped my eyes away and rubbed my forehead with my hand. I couldn’t go adventuring, my father would never allow it. “Well,” I began abruptly, my voice sharper than I’d meant it to be. “Nice talking best be to you before someone going now misses.” I clapped my hand over my mouth in horror. “That wasn’t what I meant to say,” I said weakly, avoiding Maree’s incredulous stare.

I heard a snort from the bed, followed by several more in rapid succession. Soon Maree was laughing her head off, rolling on the bed, gasping for breath between her explosions of amusement. She controlled herself in a minute or so, smothering her last giggles with the sleeve of her jacket. “You’re quite funny ye know, Loueese.”

“I gathered that,” I stated, feeling silly. 

Maree flopped backwards onto the bed, then she jumped back up again, spinning towards the window with a quick movement. All traces of amusement disappeared from her face. She ran lightly to the small window, and – not wanting to miss out on whatever she’d glimpsed – I followed close behind.

Maree’s hands were clenched on the windowsill so tightly that her knuckles were going white. I looked out past her to see what she was so interested in.

A unit of soldiers were riding into the courtyard, there was no sign of hostility so I guessed that they were no threat. One glance at Maree’s taut face made my confidence waver.

“You know him?” I asked, gesturing to the man in the lead, obviously the one in authority.

Maree gripped the sill harder still and for a moment as I looked into her eyes I saw a flash of a person completely different than the laughing girl I’d seen minutes before. This girl had seen pain and sorrow. I saw a girl who had stood up through that all and was ready to do so again, a girl with lions in her heart, a courage that never gave up. Then the moment passed and the fire disappeared from her eyes. She nodded.

I looked back to the soldiers below us, frowning at the emblem on their shields and surcoats. “A Manticore,” I murmured, squinting at the lion body, human head (although, the most hideous human head I’ve ever seen) and the wings and tail of a dragon.

The soldiers dismounted in drilled unison, looking quite impressive with their single-minded coordination. I glanced back to Maree. “Who is it?”

Maree drew in a shaking breath and turned her head, her eyes meeting mine. “Yerra Hacaz.”


1. I raised my eyebrows, wondering if I was supposed to be struck with terror as she spoke the name.

2. “I assume you’ve met?” I asked.

3. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to assume she was telling the truth when she said she wasn’t mad, I thought.


Please leave a comment and tell me which option is your favourite! The more votes, the more interesting! And I know that there are some people who follow my blog but fail to comment, and even have admitted to not reading my story. (*Ahem* Zach *ahem*)
Anyway, thanks for reading, leave a comment and come back next week for Fragment Three (I always try to reply to all comments so you could even check back to see what I say).

Fare Thee Well/Allons-y!

Friday, 16 October 2015

If Adventure Comes Your Way - Fragment One

Here we are, at the first part of the next story. I hope you're all excited! (I am.)

At the urging of both Skilf, Miss Freespirit and my sister Alice (one of the few people who get to be informed of some of my ideas for these stories) I have decided to call these instalment thingys 'Fragments'. So this is 'Fragment One'.

Since I'm rather looking forward to all your reactions I'd best let you get on with the story! :D

If Adventure comes your way it may be advisable to think before you dive right in. 

In my experience not thinking can lead to many unforeseen circumstances. But on the other hand, if you think you may just turn down the offer and in doing so bring doom upon all mankind. But I’m not really the one to tell you all these things, you only need to look at my experiences as an adventurer to see just how many problems – foreseen and not – I came across. 

I am not the most successful adventurer.

It is lucky for me that I had a good companion by my side, or everything might have collapsed in ruins around me on several different occasions.

But see, it is no use simply talking about it. You’d understand much better if you knew. So I will now do my best to retell the story, from beginning to end (Well, mostly. If I get too weary my travelling companion will contribute her part). 

I had lived a fairly dull and ordinary life for fourteen years. Sure, I wanted all the glamour and excitement of adventure, but Adventure doesn’t come to everyone. Many people go off in search of adventure, but, alas, I was in no position to do so. In my case, Adventure found me through a certain character I met one day, and a very interesting day it turned out to be...

“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the manor yet, milady?” Governess Kathryn asked.

I spared her a short glance. “I am sure,” I replied, returning my eager gaze to the market stalls around us.

“Try this scarf, Miss,” one merchant called up to me, holding a bright blue fabric in the air. “It would go perfect with your mousy brown hair.”

My silver-haired governess sighed softly. I knew well that she did not find the markets as interesting as I did. And, I confess, I myself would have found them doubly interesting if I could be walking among the crowd rather than high above them on my docile, riding mare. Also, I would have preferred if I could have worn a more casual gown rather than the primp, tight dress I had been stuffed into earlier that morning.

Perhaps an introduction would go well at this stage. I am Lady Louise De Corlette, fifteen year old daughter of Lady Orchid and Lord Carson De Corlette. The name De Corlette is one of great honour and renown in these parts, as my father is holder of many lands and is one of the most powerful nobles in all Feâ Sirih. I am youngest of the De Corlette children and the only one still remaining with our parents – my four older brothers left a few years ago to earn fame in other lands and I was stuck in Feâ Sirih having to suffer Governess Kathryn alone.

The crowd parted around our two horses as we walked them slowly though the square. I leant down in my saddle to examine the trinkets and other items laid out for sale. A sudden and unexpected explosion of noise startled me into an upright position and I looked around for the reason. Shouts and yells reached us from the distant edge of the market square, I craned my neck in an attempt to see the purpose.

Governess Kathryn huffed as the noise began to get closer. “We’ll go back to the manor now, milady,” she said firmly.

I wrinkled my nose, earning a disapproving look from Kathryn. “Yes Governess Kathryn,” I murmured, albeit a little reluctantly.

We moved off through the mass of people and out the other side of town, trotting along the Northern Road towards my family’s manor.

The warm sun smiled down on us, sparkling off the snow on the distant mountain range to the North. The spring flowers were just beginning to appear and the roadside was a riot of colour.

The drawbridge guards saluted and stepped aside as we rode through the gates and into the large courtyard beyond.

As soon as I dismounted half a dozen servants hurried out of the stables, ready to take my horse. I moaned inwardly (doing such a thing outwardly in the presence of Governess Kathryn is close enough to suicide as to be barely distinguishable) and handed them the reins, even though I’d be much happier to do it myself. My Governess then took my arm and led me from the open courtyard, through the manor and into my rooms.

I resisted the strong desire to flop onto my four-poster bed, instead lowering myself slowly to perch on the edge.

Lady Kathryn nodded approvingly and walked over to my chest of drawers. To my deepest dismay she drew out my embroidery and passed it to me, procuring her own needlework from nowhere.

After one dreadful stitch I’d already jabbed the needle into my finger and I frowned at the small bead of blood oozing to the surface.

My attention was diverted by the loud clatter of horse’s hooves out in the courtyard, I rose and peered out the window curiously. I raised my eyebrows in surprise; six members of the Guard were dismounting quickly, one of them gripping a seventh, and smaller, person by the arm.

“What does this mean?” I mused aloud.

Governess Kathryn – who had joined me by the window – sniffed delicately. “Another of those troublemakers no doubt. Probably the one that was making a riot in the markets,” she deduced.

I nodded. “Probably,” I agreed. “I’m going to go see.” And before she could speak a word to stop me, I crossed the room and exited, running down the long stairway to the meeting hall below, my dark burgundy skirt swishing on the stairs behind me.

I slowed when I approached the door to the hall, opening it quietly and slipping through.

My father – Lord De Corlette – paid me no heed, but continued in his low discourse with two soldiers. After a moment he nodded, waving a hand toward the large door at the far end of the hall. “Bring in the captive,” he commanded.

The heavy wooden door swung open and four soldiers marched in, the foremost two holding the arms of the prisoner.

It was a girl.

I figured she couldn’t have been older than myself, yet she walked calmly between her guards, her gaze roving the room, as if she was captor rather than captive. Her eyes met mine and a sudden dazzling grin lit her face.

The corners of my mouth twitched and I almost smiled in return before I realised what I was doing.

My father stepped towards the girl, fingering his chin thoughtfully. She looked at him, a lopsided half-smile pulling her lips.

“What are you doing here?” Lord De Corlette asked.

The girl raised a dark eyebrow. “It es nice to meet you too, Sirrah,” she said in reply, her archaic country accent sounding foreign in our well-bred halls. (Pray do excuse the unorthodox spelling I must use to impart to you the state of her accent.)

“I do not like repeating myself: What are you doing here?

The prisoner sighed. “I wouldn’t a come eef your soldiers hadn’t been so kind as to envite me along,” she pointed out.

A smile tried to squeeze onto my face but, remembering just in time, I banished it from appearing, hiding it behind my well-practiced ladylike mask.

My father clenched his hands into fists – never a good sign, I knew. “Why were you involving yourself in law breaking activities in the town?”

“Well,” she considered slowly. “I wouldn’t a been law breakin’ if there’d been no laws ter break. So thet can also be attreebuted to you.”

“Who are you and why are you in this town?” Lord De Corlette barked sharply.

“I em Maree Freespirit,” she pulled free of the soldiers with a sudden twist. Before they could grab her again she knelt, bowing her head deeply. “I shall forever be eendebted for the kindness you have a shown me.” She rose and the soldiers grabbed her hastily. “As t’your second question, you answered that yourself a fore you even were askin’ it. Apparently I em ‘involving myself in law breaking activities’.” This she said in a near perfect imitation of my father’s voice.

Lord De Corlette was beginning to turn red but Maree hadn’t finished. “Oreeginally I came here to sell an old friend into slavery,” she added.

I barely suppressed a gasp of horror, what kind of person was this girl? The girl in question didn’t even seem to notice that she’d said anything startling whatsoever. She just stood there, staring, cross-eyed, at a curl of dark hair that hung in her eyes.

“You’re mad,” my father spat.


1. Maree brought her eyes back into focus and released a laugh that left me in no doubt that my father was correct. 

2. “Take her out,” he ordered, turning to the soldiers. “For her own good we’d best lock her up. Perhaps one day she will regain her mind.”

3. Maree switched her stare from her hair to Lord De Corlette, a horrified expression on her face. “What have I eever done to make you think such a thing?!”


There it is. Did you like it? What option is your favourite? I hope it was worth waiting for. 
So, now you know what 'Miss' Freespirit's name is, Maree may not be much to wait for but I had (and still have) my reasons. I hope her accent isn't too bothering or hard to read (if it is...just you wait, it'll get worse, trust me), I just felt she needed something like that (I only gave her the accent yesterday, which is why none of her 'quotes' have accents...oh well, as Maree would say, eet es no matter). If anyone wants to know how to pronounce anything, just ask and I'll attempt to tell you. :D I can hardly wait for your comments!

Allons-y! (Sorry everyone, I've just recently watched some Doctor Who for the first time and I'm kinda...well, I liked it. Heaps. I'll probably go back to Fare Thee Well soon enough, but I just felt like Allons-y today.)

Friday, 9 October 2015

COMING NEXT WEEK - If Adventure Comes Your Way

A NEW 'Choose Your Own Adventure' Serial Blog Story is on its way! Beginning in JUST SEVEN DAYS on Friday the 16th of October. Tune in every week for a new instalment of a Thrilling Adventure Story!

Ahem...sorry about that. I have finally worked out the beginning of the next story (everyone celebrate!) and my lovely sister Clare has made a really cool picture to go with it!
If you wanted to know, the girl in the picture is not actually the Main Character, she's kind of the second main character I guess...But she's the bringer of the Adventure so I thought it fitted. The actual MC (Writer's abbreviation for Main Character) goes by name of Louise (Just to satisfy any curiosity on that point)...More than that I shall not say.

So next Friday I will post the first 'Fragment' of If Adventure Comes Your Way. It's 1,389 words long, not including the options, and 1,469 words including the three options. Sorry for keeping you in suspense for so long, I'm still working on a few last details....Only one more week.
I shall leave you with a final quote from a (basically) anonymous source:

The problem with stories is that, in the telling of, they tend to make the hearer hanker for a visit from Adventure themselves. - Random Adventuring Companion

Fare Thee Well!

Thursday, 1 October 2015

A Six Word Story (Or 3 of them if you'd like to be technical)

This blog that I follow (Just Joy) is doing a 'six word story contest' so I thought "Oh well! I've nothing to loose. May as well give it a go!"

As far as I can discover, a 6 word story is where you have a picture, and write six words underneath it. It's an extra bonus if you can think of interesting words. (Sorry for the sarcasm.) So I got the pictures that Joy supplied, and thought up 6 interesting words to stick underneath them all. :D So here they are:

The Golden Mirror reflected someone else.

There are too many innocent sufferers.

Some Water brings life and death.

Interesting? I hope they were. I never expected that thinking up 6 words would be difficult. It isn't. Thinking up only 6 lonely words is. So there we go, I have now done a 6 word story (3 actually, if you want to be technical). I'd better get back to my other story plannings...

Fare Thee Well!

Edit: At first I didn't realise that you had to make words for all of the pictures so...yeah. All fixed now though! :D