All-ages appropriate Writing Club!

[cathloveydovey]

Hey writing friends! Who wants to share inspiration, advice, and stories?

I thought I'd start a thread for writers who write kid-friendly stories! Not necessarily kid books, just stuff that would be okay for them to read.

A few questions to start us off:

• What story are you working on right now? Want to share?
• What is your favorite book or series and what are you reading right now? (Reading impacts writing a lot)
• What is your favorite genre to read/write?
• Do you prefer first, second, or third perspective?
• How would you describe your writing style?
• What part(s) of writing a story do you struggle with?

And here's an inspiring quote I recently heard: "Reading is inhaling and writing is exhaling."

I'm looking forward to some fun and good reading!

• What story are you working on right now? Want to share?

My stories are probably around the range of.... older teen young adult. Im working on two, more probably to come. One is fantasy, the other is dystopian

Though I havent touched my books in years. I write from time to time when I have inspiration for short stories.

• What is your favorite book or series and what are you reading right now? (Reading impacts writing a lot)

Maaaaaaaan... I havent read a book in a long while. Oh! Really any of the Epic Greek Poems. Iliad, Odyssey, Aeschylus, and some Roman as I've read Aeneid. Ive also read some of the works of Julius Caesar, Cicero and Cato. Pretty rich stuff.
Though probably the last book I read for fun was... The Inheritance cycle?
Yeah.
Reminds me I have a lot of saint books I need to read

• What is your favorite genre to read/write?

Definitely fantasy, but im looking into mythology more and really want to craft a story rich in its own lore from other cultures mythology, preferably most of it pulled from Celtic mythology.

I also want to hopefully write a theology book one day, my bf is already working on that himself.

• Do you prefer first, second, or third perspective?

Third, though I used to prefer first

• How would you describe your writing style?

Detailed. I tend to cram so much into a paragraph because I get so lost in creating scenes. You know how Tolkien took like 3 chapters to tell how the main characters were walking?
Yeah thats me.

• What part(s) of writing a story do you struggle with?

fuhhhhhhh, starting and ending. I need a groove to get myself into before I really start rolling, then I never wanna stop

 

[PioneerChicks]

• What story are you working on right now? Want to share?

My stories are probably around the range of.... older teen young adult. Im working on two, more probably to come. One is fantasy, the other is dystopian

Though I havent touched my books in years. I write from time to time when I have inspiration for short stories.

• What is your favorite book or series and what are you reading right now? (Reading impacts writing a lot)

Maaaaaaaan... I havent read a book in a long while. Oh! Really any of the Epic Greek Poems. Iliad, Odyssey, Aeschylus, and some Roman as I've read Aeneid. Ive also read some of the works of Julius Caesar, Cicero and Cato. Pretty rich stuff.
Though probably the last book I read for fun was... The Inheritance cycle?
Yeah.
Reminds me I have a lot of saint books I need to read

• What is your favorite genre to read/write?

Definitely fantasy, but im looking into mythology more and really want to craft a story rich in its own lore from other cultures mythology, preferably most of it pulled from Celtic mythology.

I also want to hopefully write a theology book one day, my bf is already working on that himself.

• Do you prefer first, second, or third perspective?

Third, though I used to prefer first

• How would you describe your writing style?

Detailed. I tend to cram so much into a paragraph because I get so lost in creating scenes. You know how Tolkien took like 3 chapters to tell how the main characters were walking?
Yeah thats me.

• What part(s) of writing a story do you struggle with?

fuhhhhhhh, starting and ending. I need a groove to get myself into before I really start rolling, then I never wanna stop

I just finished the Inheritance Cycle! Though it took me a minute to recognize it; I always call it "the Eragon series"

I'd love to read some of your books! Or a snippet if you prefer.

 

[cathloveydovey]

I just finished the Inheritance Cycle! Though it took me a minute to recognize it; I always call it "the Eragon series"

I'd love to read some of your books! Or a snippet if you prefer.

Yeah I expected to have to explain what Inheritance was xD
Hm.
Let me see if I have any of my short storys to let you read
Im not comfortable sharing anything from my books yet

 

[Amer]

It's a little juvenile but I did a little piece of nonfiction.

Spoiler: The Encounter

Jada Spiegel
9-10-2021
Writing 101
Mrs. Westemeier
The Encounter
This story contains a bestial encounter, and if you manage to labor to the end, a lesson as well. That lesson is: Never Leave Your Shoes Out at Night. However, it will take a while in getting there. As they say, “It’s not the destination, it’s the journey.” That was why Elizabeth and I, though strangers to one another, were sharing a little, green camping tent on a canoe trip with Lake Lundgren Bible Camp.
Elizabeth and I were pajamaed and sequestered deep within our sleeping bags to keep out the humid cool of northern Wisconsin summer nights. We shared a four-person tent among many, in a so-called “primitive campsite” along the Flambeau River. Both of us lasped into the meditative stage before sleep, eyes open, welcoming the blackness.
Crashing in the bushes followed by an excited whisper belonging to Elizabeth rudely interrupted my introspections.
“Jada!” she hissed. “I think there might be a bear in our campsite. I want to see it. This is so exciting!”
My natural reaction should have been fear, but it wasn’t. On a backpacking trip two years before, I had been petrified with fear by the snufflings of a supposed “bear” only to find out later that it was a counselor with a cold. This time, I caught Elizabeth’s stupidly contagious enthusiasm. I was a high-schooler. I laughed in the face of danger.
“Yeah, I think it probably is a bear,” I whispered. “Let’s go look.”
I emerged from my sleeping bag like a moth from its cocoon; if moths wore the pants they made in sixth-grade home economics. Nightime chill pounced on my exposed limbs and hastened through my bloodstream in an invigorating rush. Whatever was out there, I was ready for it.
I fumbled for my glasses and pushed them on. They weren’t very illuminating. “We need a light,” I hissed.
Elizabeth squirmed out of her sleeping bag. She scrounged blindly in the darkness and grasped her headlamp. A click! and the tent became a globe of fluorescence and jagged shadows. Elizabeth’s overbite and short, red hair were starkly illuminated, but neither were as luminous as her sparkling eyes.
“I’m going to look outside,” she said, crawling towards the door. A wolfish grin shadowed her pale face.
“Me too,” I whispered, creeping after her, my heartbeat an excited flutter. Elizabeth warily grabbed the zipper on the mesh window and ziiiiipped it open.
She pressed her nose against the mesh as we peered into the campsite, lit crudely by the light of the headlamp clutched in her fingers. My eyes failed to make heads or tails of the world even when limited only to the three tents closest to us. There’s probably a reason why I wear glasses.
Elizabeth didn’t share my optical difficulties. “There’s raccoons! I see one right in front of us.” Her brows furrowed, enhanced dramatically by the headlamp. “He’s chewing on something. Fortunately, he doesn’t appear to be rabid.”
I squinted harder at the world outside. “I can’t see anything.”
The fact that the critters we were dealing with were quite a bit smaller than bears emboldened Elizabeth. “I’m going to open the door. It’s hard to see through the window.” She zipped open the door and brushed the fabric aside. Both of us scooted into the opening.
As my eyes finally adjusted to the monochromatic darkness, I spotted a small, grey form by the door, its black-and-white striped tail huge compared to its body. Elizabeth was right! The raccoon stood startlingly close to us and wasn’t at all bothered by her action.
“I see it!” I said.
Five yards away, a larger grey form sauntered by. “Is that a fox?” I whispered. “It’s huge.”
“No, I think it’s just a raccoon. Raccoons can be pretty big.” Elizabeth said.
“You’re right,” I replied. I stared for just a bit longer, but my phobia of rabies and exhaustion decided to team up and ruin the moment. I crawled back to my sleeping bag and lay on top of it. Elizabeth shut the tent door but kept staring out.
“Isn’t this cool?” Elizabeth asked.
“I’ve never seen raccoons before,” I agreed. “It’s so exciting to see them so close.”
“I wonder what they’re eating out there,” said Elizabeth. “They’re chewing on something, do you think they got into our food?”
“I…” Scrape, scrape, scrape. Scratching noises came from the side of the tent not far from my feet. The fabric inverted where the scratching was coming from. “A raccoon is trying to get in!’
My only instinct was to kick at it. After all, a ten-pound raccoon wouldn’t want to stand 200 pounds of kick force in its face would it? Apparently, it didn’t care. It continued scratching at the tent while I laid on the sleeping bag kicking weakly at it with my right leg. Even Elizabeth’s and my hysterical exclamations of “Go away Mr. Raccoon!” weren’t enough to stop it.
At first, it was funny, but after a couple of fruitless kicks, I began to worry that the fearless raccoon really would rip a hole in my tent. Kick! Kick! Kick! The scratching ceased, and we finally got to sleep.
The next morning, as people began emerging from their tents, I discovered that I would have a permanent reminder of my raccoon encounter. I picked up the casualty, my soggy, blue water shoe, ripped and chewed up. A raccoon tried to eat my shoe! As I told the other campers about my shoe, another girl showed me her sandal, also riddled with bite marks. It’s a risky business leaving shoes outside.
“Maybe I can trap the raccoon at home with this bait!” I exclaimed.

 

[Amer]

Sorry I didn't italicize anything it switched formats going to byc.

 

[PioneerChicks]

It's a little juvenile but I did a little piece of nonfiction.

Spoiler: The Encounter

Jada Spiegel
9-10-2021
Writing 101
Mrs. Westemeier
The Encounter
This story contains a bestial encounter, and if you manage to labor to the end, a lesson as well. That lesson is: Never Leave Your Shoes Out at Night. However, it will take a while in getting there. As they say, “It’s not the destination, it’s the journey.” That was why Elizabeth and I, though strangers to one another, were sharing a little, green camping tent on a canoe trip with Lake Lundgren Bible Camp.
Elizabeth and I were pajamaed and sequestered deep within our sleeping bags to keep out the humid cool of northern Wisconsin summer nights. We shared a four-person tent among many, in a so-called “primitive campsite” along the Flambeau River. Both of us lasped into the meditative stage before sleep, eyes open, welcoming the blackness.
Crashing in the bushes followed by an excited whisper belonging to Elizabeth rudely interrupted my introspections.
“Jada!” she hissed. “I think there might be a bear in our campsite. I want to see it. This is so exciting!”
My natural reaction should have been fear, but it wasn’t. On a backpacking trip two years before, I had been petrified with fear by the snufflings of a supposed “bear” only to find out later that it was a counselor with a cold. This time, I caught Elizabeth’s stupidly contagious enthusiasm. I was a high-schooler. I laughed in the face of danger.
“Yeah, I think it probably is a bear,” I whispered. “Let’s go look.”
I emerged from my sleeping bag like a moth from its cocoon; if moths wore the pants they made in sixth-grade home economics. Nightime chill pounced on my exposed limbs and hastened through my bloodstream in an invigorating rush. Whatever was out there, I was ready for it.
I fumbled for my glasses and pushed them on. They weren’t very illuminating. “We need a light,” I hissed.
Elizabeth squirmed out of her sleeping bag. She scrounged blindly in the darkness and grasped her headlamp. A click! and the tent became a globe of fluorescence and jagged shadows. Elizabeth’s overbite and short, red hair were starkly illuminated, but neither were as luminous as her sparkling eyes.
“I’m going to look outside,” she said, crawling towards the door. A wolfish grin shadowed her pale face.
“Me too,” I whispered, creeping after her, my heartbeat an excited flutter. Elizabeth warily grabbed the zipper on the mesh window and ziiiiipped it open.
She pressed her nose against the mesh as we peered into the campsite, lit crudely by the light of the headlamp clutched in her fingers. My eyes failed to make heads or tails of the world even when limited only to the three tents closest to us. There’s probably a reason why I wear glasses.
Elizabeth didn’t share my optical difficulties. “There’s raccoons! I see one right in front of us.” Her brows furrowed, enhanced dramatically by the headlamp. “He’s chewing on something. Fortunately, he doesn’t appear to be rabid.”
I squinted harder at the world outside. “I can’t see anything.”
The fact that the critters we were dealing with were quite a bit smaller than bears emboldened Elizabeth. “I’m going to open the door. It’s hard to see through the window.” She zipped open the door and brushed the fabric aside. Both of us scooted into the opening.
As my eyes finally adjusted to the monochromatic darkness, I spotted a small, grey form by the door, its black-and-white striped tail huge compared to its body. Elizabeth was right! The raccoon stood startlingly close to us and wasn’t at all bothered by her action.
“I see it!” I said.
Five yards away, a larger grey form sauntered by. “Is that a fox?” I whispered. “It’s huge.”
“No, I think it’s just a raccoon. Raccoons can be pretty big.” Elizabeth said.
“You’re right,” I replied. I stared for just a bit longer, but my phobia of rabies and exhaustion decided to team up and ruin the moment. I crawled back to my sleeping bag and lay on top of it. Elizabeth shut the tent door but kept staring out.
“Isn’t this cool?” Elizabeth asked.
“I’ve never seen raccoons before,” I agreed. “It’s so exciting to see them so close.”
“I wonder what they’re eating out there,” said Elizabeth. “They’re chewing on something, do you think they got into our food?”
“I…” Scrape, scrape, scrape. Scratching noises came from the side of the tent not far from my feet. The fabric inverted where the scratching was coming from. “A raccoon is trying to get in!’
My only instinct was to kick at it. After all, a ten-pound raccoon wouldn’t want to stand 200 pounds of kick force in its face would it? Apparently, it didn’t care. It continued scratching at the tent while I laid on the sleeping bag kicking weakly at it with my right leg. Even Elizabeth’s and my hysterical exclamations of “Go away Mr. Raccoon!” weren’t enough to stop it.
At first, it was funny, but after a couple of fruitless kicks, I began to worry that the fearless raccoon really would rip a hole in my tent. Kick! Kick! Kick! The scratching ceased, and we finally got to sleep.
The next morning, as people began emerging from their tents, I discovered that I would have a permanent reminder of my raccoon encounter. I picked up the casualty, my soggy, blue water shoe, ripped and chewed up. A raccoon tried to eat my shoe! As I told the other campers about my shoe, another girl showed me her sandal, also riddled with bite marks. It’s a risky business leaving shoes outside.
“Maybe I can trap the raccoon at home with this bait!” I exclaimed.

I like it! Thankfully, I've never met raccoons while camping. Though we do have to protect our food from chipmunks!

 

[CrazyCochin]

I need a groove to get myself into before I really start rolling, then I never wanna stop

I am the same way! Totally understandable!

 

[CrazyCochin]

I have written multiple paragraphs in a day, each day, more or less.
But once that inspiration leaves, so does my writer's roll.

 

[CrazyCochin]

I actually dropped that fanfic I have been working on that I posted a while back, with the abandoned baby. I want to pick it back up, but I also need the right inspiration.....

 

[CrazyCochin]

And finally, chapter four! Again, four pages worth of writing!

Spoiler: Chapter four, still a WIP

{MKNR Chapter 4!}

While everyone else was doing their own things, Inspector Chiba and Lieutenant Fujibayashi were each inspecting their own parts of the school. Chiba was searching near the school entrance, and Fujibayashi was searching the many classrooms when she heard a voice on her radio…. “Lieutenant?” Chiba said over the radio, “Have you found anything?” he asked. “Negative, nothing in the classrooms.” she replied, “Where are you?” she asked him. “Near the front entry. But still nothing,” He told her, “I’m going to find my way back to you, so just stay put.” He informed her, but only to hear a snide remark, “Is that an order, Inspector?” she said, reminding him of his lower rank, “No, Lieutenant, of course not,” he said then quickly hung up.

Kei was now outside in the inner courtyard, looking around frantically. “Kanon, where are you?!” He called out, hoping she would hear him. “Kanon!” He called once more, but much to his despair, no answer…. Kei then stopped to think and catch his breath. “Where is she...?” he whispered to himself. He was very worried about her, so this made thinking harder. --- Ono Haruka finally made it to the school, parked the car, and as she was heading walking towards the main building, she stopped in her tracks just as she neared the auditorium…. She had just seen someone, who was definitely a student, run into the auditorium doors. And it almost looked like she was clutching something, so she sent a private message back to Nurse Satomi, explaining what she had just witnessed, and the message said: “Satomi, I am right in front of the auditorium building, I just saw a female student run through the doors, and she appeared to be clutching something. Meet me here, and I am going to try and confront her.” After the message was sent, she put the phone in her pocket, and proceeded into the auditorium.

Nurse Satomi had just received the message from Haruka, and after she read it, she decided to call Kei, being her fiance, she thought he might want to know. So she pulled out her phone and called him. --- Just as Kei had finished catching his breath, he heard his phone buzz, and it said the caller was Nurse Satomi, so he quickly picked it up: “Hello.” He said, “What’s up Nurse Satomi?” he asked, trying not to sound so panicked. “Kei, I just got word that Kanon was seen heading into the Auditorium,” she informed him. Kei couldn’t believe what he was hearing, someone spotted her… but he was worried about who. “That’s great, I’ll head there now.” He replied, “but, who exactly found her?” he asked. “I called Ono Haruka, the school counselor.” “Since she is a licensed doctor who specializes in mental health. I thought she would be perfect for this little dilemma,” she told him. “Phew,” he said under his breath, “Thank you.” He put his phone away and ran as quickly as he could, in the direction of the auditorium.

The Inspector eventually found his way back to the Lieutenant, “There you are,” the lieutenant said, greeting him, “Now if you try to give me an order one more time, Inspector….” She said, using an empty threat, “I’m sorry about that,” he apologized, ``I shouldn’t happen again.” He assured her, “I’d certainly hope not.” she said bluntly, “Now let’s go look outside. Obviously, there is no sign of her between here and the infirmary.” she commanded, then they both walked off, on their way outside.

Ono Haruka walked through the front doors, and further into the auditorium. She checked the restrooms, nothing, she checked the janitor’s closet, definitely nothing, then she found herself in front of the entrance to the room where the stage was. She walked down past the rows of seats, in which students would sit, and thankfully, the quietness of the room aided in revealing the sound of footsteps. The footsteps sounded like they were coming from behind the stage’s curtain, so she walked up on the stage, but trying to remain as quiet as possible.

Kanon was scrambling to hide in a supply room, behind the curtain, when she herself heard footsteps. Now not knowing who this was, she remained quiet, but she had her own little problem, the baby had just begun to start fussing…. “Shh, it’s okay,” she whispered gently, trying to calm the baby, “Everything will be alright, mommy has you.” And just her soothing words quieted him down. But while the baby’s fussing was solved quickly, she had something more to worry about. The mysterious footsteps sounded closer, then she heard a voice, that of a woman….

Kanon,the voice of Ono Haruka, called out, “are you in here?”
Kanon was able to tell that this wasn’t Nurse Satomi, and it didn't seem to fit the Lieutenant, so who could it have been? “Please, come out here. I won’t take the baby from you,” she said, trying to ease Kanon out of hiding. “How do I know this isn’t a trick?” Kanon thought while rubbing in-between the baby’s eyes, which made them droopy, “But then again, I don't know who this is. Maybe I’ll just take a peek.” So Kanon, as hard as it was, made the decision to simply peek at who this person was. “I’m going to leave you here sweety,” she whispered again to the baby, “I promise I will be right back,” she told him and kissed him on the forehead, then she opened the door ever so slightly, and slipped out, but did not stray far at all from the closet door.

“Who’s there?” she called out, but in a quiet tone, “Tell me your name, please.” Ono Haruka heard Kanons call, and replied back promptly, “I’m Ono Haruka, the school counselor.” Kanon knew who this was, but she still needed to make sure of a couple more things. “Are you alone?” she called out again. “Yes, I promise. It’s just me”, Haruka answered again. --- Kanon didn’t want to hide in a closet forever, and neither did the baby, so she went right back to the closet, and grabbed the baby. Then she called out once more, “Do you promise not to take my baby?” she asked and waited for a response. Now Haruka could tell that Kanon was absolutely in a state of delusion, so she had to take this lightly, “I promise Kanon, I won’t take it.” she reassured her. But just as Kanon was about to step out from behind the curtain, someone ran into the stage room…. It was Kei, and upon entering the room, he saw Ono Haruka standing on the stage, so he ran down to the stage, where everyone else was. Haruka heard and spotted Kei and motioned for him to stop. Seeing this, Kei stopped and didn’t move.

“Kanon, you can come out,” she called again, at the same time, letting Kei know she was in here. Kanon finally stepped out from behind the curtain, clutching the baby in her arms. Haruka could see the fear in her eyes and felt sorry for her. Kanon saw the school counselor, and then, behind her, about three-fourths of the way down the row of seats, she spotted Kei. Now that Kanon was out from behind the curtain, Kei continued down to the stage and stepped upon it.
Kei slowly walked towards Kanon, and said, “Kanon, are you okay?” Kanon didn’t feel like she had much to say, even to her own fiance, but she had to say something. “I don't know Kei,” she simply admitted, tears filling her eyes. “Oh Kanon, don’t cry,” He told her, and placed his hand on her cheek. Feeling his hand on her cheek, she relaxed, “I’m so sorry…” she said to him and looked deep into his eyes, still on the verge of tears. “It’s okay. There’s nothing to worry about, I’m here.” He reassured her. “Is the baby okay?” He asked her, looking down at him, and the baby looked back up at Kei. “He’s fine,” she said, then Kei asked, “Did you really have to change him?” This question made everyone smile, “Yes, I did.” she told him. “Now, Kanon, why don't you sit down for a minute?” Haruka suggested, “Okay,” Kanon agreed, and sat down in one of the auditorium seats.

Nurse Satomi was almost at the Auditorium, when the Lieutenant, and inspector showed behind her. “And just where do you think you’re going?” Inspector Chiba said, in a rather menacing tone. Nurse Satomi froze, and sighed, “The auditorium,” she admitted, not wanting to cause any trouble. “And why the auditorium?” The lieutenant asked her, “Kanon is there, with the baby.” she admitted again. “Alright, thank you,” The lieutenant told her and the two of them walked into the Auditorium. “I hope everyone’s okay,” Satomi thought, then followed the two officers into the auditorium. Once the three of them, Satomi and the two officers, were standing in front of the stage room, like many before them, Satomi had a question: “Officers,” she began, “You aren't going to go in and just grab the baby, will you?” she asked. “Of course not,” Lt. Fujiayashi said, “that would be rude. But we won’t let her run again,” she stated, then she and the inspector strode into the room, and down the aisle of seats. “I hope they don't go too hard on her, the poor girl.” she thought to herself, then entered the room as well.

As Kei sat next to Kanon, he repeatedly kept trying to soothe her, and it did work until a couple of officers came into the equation --- “Chiyoda-san!” Inspector Chiba called, as he walked down the aisle, along with the lieutenant and nurse Satomi. This drove fear into Kanon again and made her jump. Seeing Kanon’s reaction, Kei quickly grabbed her shoulder and firmly told her, in a caring way, “No Kanon. Don’t run away again.” Kanon knew Kei was trying to help, but this whole situation has had Kanon near her breaking point. As the officers came down to the front row of seats, where Kanon, Kei, the baby, and Haruka Ono were, Kanon could feel her heart beginning to race again, and even the baby could sense she was uncomfortable, so he began to start fussing again. “It’s okay, Mama’s not going to let you go,” she whispered, again, comforting him.

“Chiyoda-san, I think it is time to end this charade, don’t you think?” Inspector Chiba demanded, looking down at her. “Now you just wait a minute Inspector,” Haruka butted in, motioning towards Kanon. “Can’t you see all the stress she’s in?” Lt. Fujibayashi cleared her throat, “Stressed or not, this is a serious situation.” “With all due respect, I can see that, Lieutenant. I’m only a licensed doctor in mental health,” she argued. “Well then, why don’t we get this done and over with quickly, to limit stress?” she suggested. “And how do you plan to do that?” Nurse Satomi chimed in. “We’ll talk with her, and then we’ll take custody of the baby. Simple.” “At least let Haruka and I talk to her first,” Nurse Satomi commented. “Very well then,” the Lieutenant agreed. --- Kanon didn’t like what she heard, but what could she do? She was already in enough trouble as it was. She looked at Kei, with a broken look in her eyes, and asked him: “Kei, are they really going to take him away from me?” What Kanon had just asked him, he could not answer, he knew the truth, now it was just a matter of time before they did it. “Kanon…” he began, with a look of uncertainty, “I can’t promise anything. It’s out of our hands now, I’m sorry.” She knew her fiance was right, but she just didn’t want to believe it. Just then, Haruka Ono and Nurse Satmomi walked over to Kanon, and Kei, cautiously removed his hand from Kanon’s shoulder, just hoping she wouldn't bolt again. “Kanon,” Haruka started, “why are you acting like this? If you could tell us, we might be able to make this easier,” she added.
When Kanon was asked this question, she looked at Kei, Haruka, and Satomi, and they all had a pleading look in their eyes. --- Kanon sighed, the reason why she has acted like this was only something she knew, not even her own Fiance knew, but she had no choice, she had to tell them.

“Kanon, tell us, please,” Kei said softly. Kanon looked down at the baby, and with tears in her eyes, confessed…. “A couple weeks before we found the baby,” she began to explain, but wasn’t quite sure how to word it, “I, uh, had my yearly health check, and everything was fine, at first….” she paused for a moment, “Go ahead Kanon,” Kei told her. The one person she was most worried about was what Kei would think when he heard what she had to say, “Then, I got a letter in the mail from the doctor, and, it said that I….” she paused again. “You what?” Nurse Satomi asked. “I can’t have my own children,” she wept. Everyone was stunned, especially Kei, who gasped. “Oh, no. Kanon, why didn’t you tell me?” he wondered, “Kei, it broke my heart,” she sniffled, “so I didn’t want to break your’s too.”

Okay, I had a major breakthrough for this story!
If anyone is familiar with the storyline or remembers who Kanon and Kei are, that's great! Then you will understand this.

I was watching a Christmas movie tonight about a couple who could not have children, and an angel in disguise was incorporated into the movie. Anyway, it inspired me and helped me discover a background story for the baby that was abandoned.

The Police ended up taking the baby from Kanon, much to her dismay.

Spoiler: Major breakthrough

Kanon and Kei don't know why they were the ones to find a baby on their doorstep, right? Well, in my AU of craziness, Kanon does not have a chance at having her own baby. (Strangely the lady in said Christmas movie cannot either) So, what if the baby Kanon and Kei found was a blessing, and what if whoever left the baby was an angel?

(And the police cannot quite track down an angel can they?)