Okay, new story!!!Come and read it....................... I'm writing this as I go along, and I stink at writing people, just to let you know. I can only write a bit now, because my dad is going to kick me off soon and last time I tried to post this He deleted itx( But a will have a page or so in a day or two, so if you acctually waste your time and read this......
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A crumpled figure turned and moaned, rising with a grimince of pain. Her hair was matted against her face, which was splattered with mud, and a torn skirt and shawl limply covered her scrwny body. She turned and survered her suroundings.

She seemed to be in some sort of clearing in a forest, probably the Rungaulian woods,but she had no idea how she had gotten there. She looked up to see dark rain clouds, and sighed. She didn't see the point in staying there to get soaked so she started off in some random direction, hopeing to get to some shelter. She finally, after about 30 minutes, came to the edge of the forest, ang stepped out into a landscape of rolling hills covered with a prairie, It was beautiful, yet.....

" Great mother...." She said softly to herself, praying that what she feared wasn't so. She run weakly to the smoldering and charred runes of a villege, and walked around, crying as she investigated the destroyed houses and brutally slain people. She found a flag posted in what used to be the villege market, and with a shriek of rage ripped it down and trampled it underfoot, that cursed Tortallian flag. She went further into the villege, her villege, until she found what used to be her house. The Falling timber structure and burned scraps of sabic gave away to uncover the body of a young woman, her golden hair burnt, and the delicate beauty of her face scarred and Destroyed with the unsympathetic burns of the enemies fire.

The young girl ran over and fell down before the dead woman, sobbing for her mother cursing the Tortallian soldiers and wishing to wake up from this nightmare. She took hold of her mothers hand and just sobbed for a while, then slipped a silver necklace off her mothers neck and onto her own, clutching it as if it was to only thing that connected them still, and reliving happy memories.She then reluctantly stood and walked away from her past life, tears staining her cheaks and more sorrow collecting in her eyes, withheld by the girl's strong will. She walked to the edge of the villege and thought with a certain hatred, "I knew that this war was bad, but that the Tortalians have come this far....THIS MUST STOP. I swear, in the presence of the great goddess, to get my revenge on the stupid tortalians, and their king, yet never pick up a weapon to harm any but the soilders and the goverment of Tortall, for to many have died because of them...ma"

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The florist looked supspiously at the girl in front of the counter. Very dark brown hair waved out from her light tan skin, and green eyes lit up her delicate face. She was wearing a way to big skirt, with a skin tight shirt and an ugly brown shawl. They were probably stolen.

"So you want a job, eh girly? Well, tell me your name, and where you come from, and I'll think about it. You know that you'll deliver to the Dancing Dove, and I don't stand any stalling to.......flirt with those men down there." Said the Florist. The girl blushed, and fumed inside that he would even think about her doing....that.

"Sir, I don't do that kind o thing!Me name is Robin, Robin Carpenter. I'm from up in Port Caynn, and I came 'ere because me mum died and there was no place for me at the Home, so I was hopeing to get work 'ere...." She replied, and waited for him to say something.

He Sribbled down her name and pretended to look over other posiblities, but there were no others. This confused him. In other years this job had been the dream of all the girls. But maybe It was all the rapes that were going on..."Okay, girl, er, Robin, you get the job. Now here is what you must do....."

Robin smiled sweetly at the florist, but later, alone, she smiled a very different smile fom the one she gave him. It was time to plan her revenge.
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Ok, I Know that that was stupid, but........o well. Umkay, tell me what you think!

This story's interesting. Saying in the first line that you suck at writing is not a very good way to advertise.

Well, what should I tell the people...a lie

>Well, what should I tell the people...a lie
i quote:

"it is better to keep your mouthn shut and look like an idiot than open you mouth and remove all doubt"

--mark twain.

i happen to agree with haven. i think i suck at writing too, but i dont put posters and hang them from the walls. dont dirty your own reputation on purpose. itll never bring you any good.

read my story!

http://www.sheroesfans.com/dc/dcboard.php?az=show_topic&forum=10&topic_id=1362&mesg_id=1399#1399

I am Tris, in the flesh!! watch out for the falling lightning!!

Well...it got my attention. One: the story doesn't suck. 2: I absolutely am very intregued by the story. 3: Keep it up!!!! If you think you suck at writing, well, practice makes perfect! (Go Tony the Tiger(C)!) Haha, anyways, this story does not suck, but if you want it to...I could help. Haha, j/k. BUt, watch your punctuation and...I think I saw some spelling errors. Other than that, it's wicked cool!

Peace.

edit: well, I rechecked, and didn't see any spelling arrors, so forget what i said about that.

Well.....HELP ME THEN!!!!Thanks.....I always write some, and then I can't get motivated to write more.....yes, I know it's sad......Yes, Tony is a very good friend of mine...............How can I practice if I don't feel motivated.....Well, do you know any really sad books?Those usually help me write when I cry..........Anyhow, I'll go try and write more of this now.......

" YOU YOUNG FOOL!" the florist bellowed at the cringing Robin. "NOT the PANSIES the LILES!!!!!"

Robin cursed to herself, and thought bitterly, 'the fat oaf, he never told me which ones were to go'. Yet outwardly she only alowed herself to sigh, and resumed packing up the flowers to go to the Dancing Dove stall, often called the DD.

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Later, after putting the flowers in the stall, she decided to leave her wares for a moment to get a drink, for it was very hot and dry, and all the fat drunken men and thieves going in and out kicked up alot of dust.

It was her first time in this part of town selling flowers, so she had plenty to investigate. As she walked in the cool and dark Tavern, she saw the room had a general arrangment. At the far end of the room, near the fire, a biger chair stood out, and in it sat a tall youth, although he was not much older than her, he still was about six inches taller than Robin. He sat at ease in his large chair conversing with two others, a small, short lad with orange firey hair and---purple eyes? also there was a larger lad, who had the looks of a scholerly yet dangerous man. Round them sat other, wearier men, most of which were drunken idiots, gambling away all of the money they stole. She walked up to the counter.

"Give me water." She ordered.
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Okay, that is all I have for now, I promise, though, after Tuesday, I will have a LOT more. Ahhh the glories of thanksgiving break.

cool!! i'm not good at writing either, thats why i'm not writing a story right now, but i had a really cool idea!! oh well, do that laterz. ha ha oh well, write more this instant!!

Hey People!!

http://www.dvo.com/newsletter/monthly/2004/august/jest2.html

I love skittles and little debie star crunches!!

~Karen~

Wow, she demands for water...will she get kicked out and land on her butt on the pavement? Haha, sorry, funny image. Anyways...How can you write when you're sad? I can't or else it makes me think of death, and I write about death, and then i regret it, but it's been posted and yea...well, if you wanna be motivated (both to Alice and HJH) listen to music, go watch some plays, or...well those are th eonly things that get me motivated. Or everyday life...that's fun to wrte about. And Alice, how do you want me to help? ANy way I can, I will. But yah...is that purple-eyed girl Alanna? Related to ALanna? Is that Georde in the chair? The Rogue after George? I think his name was Marek Swiftknife. Anyways, I'm out. Peace. and write more.

Shalom!

My last post is above Alice's last part of the story.

>Wow, she demands for water...will she get kicked out and land on her >butt on the pavement? Haha, sorry, funny image.

...hmmm, good idea}( ...

>But yah...is that purple-eyed girl Alanna? Related to ALanna? Is that >Georde in the chair? The Rogue after George? I think his name was Marek >Swiftknife.

Now, i didn't exlain this before, but this is set in the time of Alanna:the first adventure. That was the exact part when Alanna and Gary meet up with George. My story is a twist on it all....yah, Marek come in later in the books as THE rogue, but he is still a friend person of george's at this time. Any how.... got to go now, write more later.