Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2001 10:18 am
Yes. Hmm... I had nothing better to do on my trip, so I decided to break back into writing again, and what better way than to write an Untitled! story? Yeah! Well, Gloria said I could post it here, just to see what you guys think, if you wanna read it, etc. If I get a good response, I'll post the whole thing as it comes. It's a first draft, and is rather short on details, etc, but... well, you get the picture.Chapter one part one.<P>
Twapalena Kangaroorat sat down on a rotting log and breathed in deeply. Around her the sounds of the forest crowded out her thoughts as insects chirping and birds crying mingled with the ferns and moss that covered the ground in her vicinity. She could smell the deep, earthy tones of the forest quite clearly; its heavy musk filling her nostrils pleasantly, secure in its damp pervasiveness. She smiled and tried to catch her breathe for a moment, pausing to knock an iridescent, green beetle off her knee and taking a swig off her canteen. Behind her she could hear the clumsy plodding of her companion. A branch snapping, the dull thud of a body part impacting a stump, the muffled whine as flesh strikes rock; she snickered to herself as she heard these pitiful noises growing closer. She turned to observe a tall, very lanky weasel stumble, huffing and puffing, up to her stump and plop down next to her.<P>
Twapalena Kangaroorat sat down on a rotting log and breathed in deeply. Around her the sounds of the forest crowded out her thoughts as insects chirping and birds crying mingled with the ferns and moss that covered the ground in her vicinity. She could smell the deep, earthy tones of the forest quite clearly; its heavy musk filling her nostrils pleasantly, secure in its damp pervasiveness. She smiled and tried to catch her breathe for a moment, pausing to knock an iridescent, green beetle off her knee and taking a swig off her canteen. Behind her she could hear the clumsy plodding of her companion. A branch snapping, the dull thud of a body part impacting a stump, the muffled whine as flesh strikes rock; she snickered to herself as she heard these pitiful noises growing closer. She turned to observe a tall, very lanky weasel stumble, huffing and puffing, up to her stump and plop down next to her.<P>