Hi all! I finally got the blog up. Yippee! You need to create a gmail account, if you don't already have one, so that you can sign on and post to the blog. We may need to fiddle (haha...a pun for all you violinists) with it tomorrow.
This first post is a reminder to you all. Tomorrow we are going to discuss the first twelve chapters of Nothing But the Truth. The discussion will come from the jobs you have done this week. Is everyone clear about their tasks? I am looking forward to hearing what you have to say about the book and to reading new writing from you all.
-Rachel
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ReplyDeletethis is one of the stores I have been working on. -Noah
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Rest. Must rest. He had been running for so long. He was near collapse but could still hear the dogged pursuit. The goblins were still on him. Suddenly there was a hail of arrows. He tripped on a tree root and fell to the ground. The arrows were coming from in front of him? They whished over his head and hit the pursuing goblins. He was so tired he passed out.
Marek woke with a start jerking up in bed and drawing the knife that had been hidden in the side of his bed. He only had time to see Tinuviel for a second before she fell off the bed were she had been standing on his legs to wake him up. She rose laughing and said, “arise sir knight and great the new day” “do not call me sir knight, I’m not a knight yet.” “You will be tonight.” “True I had forgotten.” “You have not. You have been preparing all year.” “All right Tinuviel but you have no right to order me around, your not even twelve” “I have every right I am a princes you know” “I know you are a princes but you still can’t boss me around” “fine I’m leaving”, she stalked out trying, and failing to look regal Marek waited till she was out of sight then burst into laughter. “I heard that” came echoing down the hall.
Marek thought back to when the elves had saved him from the goblins. There had been a raid on his village by the solders of Zephyr. All of the other people were ether dead or taken prisoner. the last Marek had seen was his sister being dragged away by soldiers and his mother laying in pool of blood, his father had had to drag him away to keep him from running out of the woods were they had been hiding after the soldiers. They had been fleeing to a distant village with his father, when one night they had walked right into a goblin ambush Marek's father had been killed by arrows but Marek had escaped by ruining away into dense under growth luckily a party of elvish archers where patrolling in the wood's nearby and had saved him and brought him to Vanima-Eska were he had been nursed back to health in the elvish palace by elnareth and had been raised as an elf and now it was almost time for his knighting ceremony.
installment two
ReplyDeleteMarek was puled out of his revery by an elf, one of the stewards coming in “it is time for you to get ready” after he left Marek rose and put on his normal clothes but over that he put on green surcoat with gold trim. He turned and threw open the shutters. Outside it was an idyllic day made more so by the beautiful gardens and the buildings with there beautiful tall fluted columns and carved beams. Marek turned and after eating the simple breakfast the steward had left him he went and walked in the woods until noon then he went to the great hall for his knighting ceremony. there he was knighted and given a sword of great power named Valgurtha on its hilt and blade were runes of great power . After the ceremony there was a great feast with singing and dancing and many a poem. After the singing was over Marek stood and went to his room. He lay savoring the the picture of Namorel singing before finally drifting of to sleep.
Marek woke is the middle of the night to the sound of battle he jumped out of bed and threw on his travailing cloths a chain mail shirt and a long green cloak belting on his dagger and the sword Valgurtha and grabbing his bow, he ran to the stables where already horses were being saddled as marek swung himself onto a horse the stable master said “forty soldiers on horse back took Tinuviel captive and rode of to the north!” Marek charged out of the stables and after the men.
It was a week later and Marek was sheltering under a pine tree in the poring rain trying to shelter a small fire on which he was cooking the last of the rabbit he had caught. he ate the meat then wrapped his cloak around him an went to sleep.
installment three
ReplyDeleteAfter the horse men were out of sight on of the solders had dismounted and leaded Tinuviel off to the West toward the Castile of king Zephyr. He hoped to ransom her back to the Elves. Meanwhile the other soldiers galloped on leading the riderless horse in this way Marek was fallowing a false trail.
The morning after the heavy rain Marek caught up with the soldier, he broke into flat shrub land and see them. At a touch his horse broke into a run as he rode he strung his bow and nocked an arrow Marek fired and one of the horsemen fell the rest wheeled there horses and broke them into a run
Marek noted that one of the soldiers was missing and that Tinuviel was not
there. Guessing what had happened he wheeled his horse and charge back
into the woods he soon lost them then walked his horse looking for any signs of Tinuviel or the soldier he final found the trail of the solder but it was hard to fallow and he was not shore he was even on the right path until he found a scrap of the cloth from Tinuviel's nightgown caught on a thorn bush heartened he fallowed tho soldiers trail. Two days after he had found the piece of cloth he hit a large road and lost the soldiers trail completely. A short bit down the road there was a large inn. Hoping for information he rode up to the inn. he went inside and found the bartender he bought a drink and throwing cation to the wind he asked “ did a soldier with a young girl come through?” “might have, a lot of soldier come through hear” said the bartender “were do the soldiers come from?” “the Castile, its a days ride from hear” “thank you” Marek finished his drink and went out. He mounted his horse and rode towards the Castile. He rode all night and reached it by dawn.
there is a word limit so you have to do it in installments.
ReplyDeleteThis is not the entire thing, I'm still working on typing it up.
ReplyDeleteHi all I finaly got my account working!!
ReplyDeleteI am using a account picture of my cat!!!
ReplyDelete“Mandy time to leave! We'll be late to Jessica's house.”
ReplyDelete“Coming Mom.”
Mandy was the usual 12 year old. Long red hair, green eyes, freckles, and neon green braces.
Mandy raced downstairs shoved her shoes on and ran out the door.
Mandy was not expecting such a interesting car ride as the one they were about to experience.
Mandy McDase family car was a old Chevy from 1981 it had occasional breakdowns, but it was “Still good enough to get you from one place to another.” as Mandy's Dad always said.
Mandy and her mom were almost to her friend Jessica's house when.....
“Mom stop the car!” yelled Mandy.
On the side of the road was a calico cat laying on its side barely breathing.
Mandy got out of the car and slammed the door.
“Let's take it to the nearest animal hospital,” said Mandy.
“We need something to pick her up in, she may scratch. And she needs pressure on the wound.
“How about my sweater?”
“But Mandy that's the sweater that your Grandmother made for you.”
“Mom it's pink my least favorite color and so old fashioned and it's wool thats really scratchy.
“Okay,” laughed Mandy's Mom.
Mandy's Mom carefully picked up the Calico in the sweater.
Mandy took a closer look at the cat.
The cat's little splotches of brown reminded her of her quilt that she had had since she was a baby. That quilt had been patched many times and looked like a rag.
“Rags, she said, that is her name.”
Mandy got in the car and her Mom put Rags next to her.
Click, click, click.
“Mom why is the car making that funny sound?”
“It won't start.”
“Try again Mom it has to start,” she said looking at poor Rags in the back seat.
“The car won't start Mandy.”
“How far is the animal hospital?” said Mandy
“About a half a mile.”
“ I'll walk to the animal hospital then,” said Mandy.
~
“Rags is hurt pretty bad, she will need to stay here for a while
before she can go to a pound, or go home if we find her owner.
Every day until Rags got all better Mandy visited her.
Rags turned out to be a energetic, sweet, adorable cat. Mandy loved Rags .
~
“How is Rags doing?” Mandy asked the nice lady Ms. Dorset who worked at the front desk.
“Rags is fine and going to have kittens!” said Ms. Dorset.
“Really? Your not kidding?”
“Not kidding! We just found out this morning.”
“ That is so cool!” said Mandy.
~
Mandy and her mom were at home one day when Mandy told her mom what was bothering her.
“Mom, I feel bad for Rags, she has no family that we know of,” said Mandy.
“Mandy how about we call the animal shelters and see if anyone has came looking for a cat that looked like Rags, said Mrs. McDase .
“Okay, said Mandy, but can I make some posters?”
“Of course you can.”
“ I hope we find her owner.”
~
Bring, bring, bring, went the telephone at the McDase's house.
“I got it,” shouted Mrs. McDase.
“Hello, said Mrs. Mcdase, who is this?”
“Hi, came a small young voice, my name is Cally, I called because I wanted to know how the cat you found is doing.”
“She is doing fine.”
“I am her old owner.
We had been keeping her inside, but I let her out one day and our neighbors mean bull dog came into our yard and before I could do any thing, the bull dog chased her away, and must have left the chase and Rags got run over by a car.”
“Would you like her back?”Asked Mrs. McDase.
“Yes, can I pick her up tomorrow?” Asked Cally.
“I thick so let me check, yeah, that would be fine.”
“Mom, who was that?” asked Mandy.
“That was Rags owner.”
~
that was about all I have written up yet!
ReplyDeletesorry about the typos! I haven't corrected it yet!!
i like it, but who is talking in the third paragraph? its kind of confusing.
ReplyDeleteParagraph three, the person at the front desk at the clinic.
ReplyDeletesorry about that!!
Noah,
ReplyDeleteI like your story, its really good!
Sounds a little like the Lord of the Rings books!
Noah,
ReplyDeleteI want to know whats going to happen next!
Rachel,
ReplyDeleteHow come it says in some of the posts posted 6:10 am when I posted the comment at 9:10 am??
Maybe the blog is on California time? I thought you were up writing early because you had so many great ideas...the opposite of writers' block.
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