Post by Galadriel on Jan 19, 2004 16:07:32 GMT -5
Ok everone.
Most of my story has been delited but heres a little tast of what I had.
P.S. THE GRAMMERS NOT SO GOOD.
P.P.S.S. Me and my friends were wirhting a hole big book and the book is called Luminaria.
But Mac Fearson Castle is about my life.
And Im Elenbaarr.
Ok thank's.
P.P.P.S.S.S. This is a kids story.
MacFearson Castle
Chapter One
An imposing castle towered above an outcropping of jagged cliffs that plunged down to a raging sea. A watery sun struggled to shine through the mist swirling around the castles thick granite walls. Behind the daunting stronghold fields of heather and wind-tossed grasses covered a rocky plain leading on the right to a forest dense with undergrowth, and on the left to a sprawling village of stone huts. Black-faced sheep and red, long haired cattle grazed contentedly on the hillside as housewives hung out the washing, hoping to catch a few hours of drying sunlight before sunset brought the evening fog.
Inside the castle, the muffled sound of waves crashing on the rocky shoreline could be heard as a chilly wind whistled through the stone hallways.
Elenbaarr MacFearson wrapped her royal blue cloak tighter around her shoulders as she crept silently along a corridor, furtively glancing behind her as she slipped from doorway to doorway trying to remain unseen. Finally she reached the heavy kitchen door. Slowly she eased it open when suddenly she heard footsteps coming down the hall. She gave the door a mighty shove and dashed inside.
“Ouch!” cried Kellen Patrick from behind the door, as he hurriedly wiped jelly from his mouth and tried to hide a pastry behind his back. “Elenbaarr, what are you doing in here?”
Elenbaarr planted her hands on her hips and looked suspiciously at her cousin. “Well,” she said, pointing to a blob of jelly clinging to the front of Kellen Patrick’s shirt, “No need to ask what you’re doing down here.” Kellen Patrick grinned sheepishly. “Please don’t tell, Elenbaarr!” he pleaded. “I slept in this morning and missed breakfast and Nanny Fiona said I’d have to wait for lunch.”
“Fine,” said Elenbaarr shaking her head in amusement. “Just leave some for our banquet tonight, will you?”
“OK, OK,” said Kellen Patrick as he finished off the last of the pastry. “Hey!” he added suddenly. “You didn’t tell me what you were doing down here!”
“Shh,” said Elenbaarr as she eased the door open a crack and peered down the hallway. “Listen, Kellen Patrick,” she said seriously after shutting the door again. “We’re going into the forest this very night. If you can keep quiet Maaleya said you could come. But not a word to anyone. Understand? This has to be in strict confidence.”
“I promise,” said Kellen Patrick with a sticky grin.
“Oh good! I was so hoping you would come,” said Elenbaarr, all seriousness gone. “At first Maaleya was only going to let us girls go, but Colin overheard our plans so now everybody gets to join us.”
“So what were you doing in here?” said Kellen Patrick again. “You still haven’t told me.”
“Oh! Sorry!” laughed Elenbaarr. “We’re supposed to get the food for tonight. Merry is in the garden digging potatoes and Leyna is getting the last touches to the menu from Mum so if we hurry we can get what we need and get back to the playroom before anyone catches us.”
Kellen Patrick’s eyes danced with excitement. “Maaleya plans the best adventures, doesn’t she? Come on. I saw some pork pasties back by the cider, and there are still a few cakes left from dinner last night.”
“I wish there were some apples and some of that goat cheese Nanny Fiona makes,” said Elenbaar.
“There is!” said Kellen Patrick with glee. “Leyna hid them behind the pickles but I found them.”
“Do you know everything about the food?” laughed Elenbaarr.
“Only what’s worth knowing,” replied Kellen Patrick loftily.
“Here,” said Elenbaarr as she handed him a linen bag she had tucked beneath her cloak. “Put everything in here and I’ll keep a look out for Merry and Leyna.”
Kellen Patrick hurried to do as his cousin asked. Although they were nearly a year apart, the two were inseparable, willing participants in any scheme concocted by Elenbaar’s older sister Maaleya.
“Make haste, Kellen Patrick,” hissed Elenbaarr from her spot by the door. “I hear someone coming!”
Kellen Patrick shoved the last of the apples in the bag and tossed in a crock of cheese before hurrying to Elenbaarr’s side.
Elenbaarr opened the door a bit wider and the two peered down the corridor. “It’s OK,” sighed Elenbaar with relief. “It was just Allistair, and he’s gone now. Are you ready?”
“But of course m’lady,” said Kellen Patrick with an exaggerated bow. “Shall we depart?”
Elenbaarr whacked him playfully on the shoulder. “You ninny! Let’s go.”
The two crept back along the corridor and up a narrow winding staircase. They emerged in a vast hallway lined with solid wooden doors similar to the one that led into the kitchen. A door near the end of the hall cracked open and a blond head poked out. “Hurry up you two!” whispered Maaleya.
Most of my story has been delited but heres a little tast of what I had.
P.S. THE GRAMMERS NOT SO GOOD.
P.P.S.S. Me and my friends were wirhting a hole big book and the book is called Luminaria.
But Mac Fearson Castle is about my life.
And Im Elenbaarr.
Ok thank's.
P.P.P.S.S.S. This is a kids story.
MacFearson Castle
Chapter One
An imposing castle towered above an outcropping of jagged cliffs that plunged down to a raging sea. A watery sun struggled to shine through the mist swirling around the castles thick granite walls. Behind the daunting stronghold fields of heather and wind-tossed grasses covered a rocky plain leading on the right to a forest dense with undergrowth, and on the left to a sprawling village of stone huts. Black-faced sheep and red, long haired cattle grazed contentedly on the hillside as housewives hung out the washing, hoping to catch a few hours of drying sunlight before sunset brought the evening fog.
Inside the castle, the muffled sound of waves crashing on the rocky shoreline could be heard as a chilly wind whistled through the stone hallways.
Elenbaarr MacFearson wrapped her royal blue cloak tighter around her shoulders as she crept silently along a corridor, furtively glancing behind her as she slipped from doorway to doorway trying to remain unseen. Finally she reached the heavy kitchen door. Slowly she eased it open when suddenly she heard footsteps coming down the hall. She gave the door a mighty shove and dashed inside.
“Ouch!” cried Kellen Patrick from behind the door, as he hurriedly wiped jelly from his mouth and tried to hide a pastry behind his back. “Elenbaarr, what are you doing in here?”
Elenbaarr planted her hands on her hips and looked suspiciously at her cousin. “Well,” she said, pointing to a blob of jelly clinging to the front of Kellen Patrick’s shirt, “No need to ask what you’re doing down here.” Kellen Patrick grinned sheepishly. “Please don’t tell, Elenbaarr!” he pleaded. “I slept in this morning and missed breakfast and Nanny Fiona said I’d have to wait for lunch.”
“Fine,” said Elenbaarr shaking her head in amusement. “Just leave some for our banquet tonight, will you?”
“OK, OK,” said Kellen Patrick as he finished off the last of the pastry. “Hey!” he added suddenly. “You didn’t tell me what you were doing down here!”
“Shh,” said Elenbaarr as she eased the door open a crack and peered down the hallway. “Listen, Kellen Patrick,” she said seriously after shutting the door again. “We’re going into the forest this very night. If you can keep quiet Maaleya said you could come. But not a word to anyone. Understand? This has to be in strict confidence.”
“I promise,” said Kellen Patrick with a sticky grin.
“Oh good! I was so hoping you would come,” said Elenbaarr, all seriousness gone. “At first Maaleya was only going to let us girls go, but Colin overheard our plans so now everybody gets to join us.”
“So what were you doing in here?” said Kellen Patrick again. “You still haven’t told me.”
“Oh! Sorry!” laughed Elenbaarr. “We’re supposed to get the food for tonight. Merry is in the garden digging potatoes and Leyna is getting the last touches to the menu from Mum so if we hurry we can get what we need and get back to the playroom before anyone catches us.”
Kellen Patrick’s eyes danced with excitement. “Maaleya plans the best adventures, doesn’t she? Come on. I saw some pork pasties back by the cider, and there are still a few cakes left from dinner last night.”
“I wish there were some apples and some of that goat cheese Nanny Fiona makes,” said Elenbaar.
“There is!” said Kellen Patrick with glee. “Leyna hid them behind the pickles but I found them.”
“Do you know everything about the food?” laughed Elenbaarr.
“Only what’s worth knowing,” replied Kellen Patrick loftily.
“Here,” said Elenbaarr as she handed him a linen bag she had tucked beneath her cloak. “Put everything in here and I’ll keep a look out for Merry and Leyna.”
Kellen Patrick hurried to do as his cousin asked. Although they were nearly a year apart, the two were inseparable, willing participants in any scheme concocted by Elenbaar’s older sister Maaleya.
“Make haste, Kellen Patrick,” hissed Elenbaarr from her spot by the door. “I hear someone coming!”
Kellen Patrick shoved the last of the apples in the bag and tossed in a crock of cheese before hurrying to Elenbaarr’s side.
Elenbaarr opened the door a bit wider and the two peered down the corridor. “It’s OK,” sighed Elenbaar with relief. “It was just Allistair, and he’s gone now. Are you ready?”
“But of course m’lady,” said Kellen Patrick with an exaggerated bow. “Shall we depart?”
Elenbaarr whacked him playfully on the shoulder. “You ninny! Let’s go.”
The two crept back along the corridor and up a narrow winding staircase. They emerged in a vast hallway lined with solid wooden doors similar to the one that led into the kitchen. A door near the end of the hall cracked open and a blond head poked out. “Hurry up you two!” whispered Maaleya.
