ATTENTION ALL WRITERS! C'MON!!!

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Spoiler: A sort of “summary”

Aliciana and Marialle are best friends, they have been since they were five not long after Marialle’s mother
died. They live in a village which is constantly being moved as humans often discover where they are lurking, the hunters shoot them like they are prey of some game because they are different. Each gifted person possesses a power and vivid unnatural hair colour and eye colour, this makes them stand out. Marialle and Aliciana are content with their way of life by that all changes on the fateful day of the festival. they now have a secret, a secret that could take their lives or leave them locked in a dungeon for eternity.
Imogen Morrison is a girl who is gifted though just like the gifted “freaks” of the forest she views it as a curse and is convinced they have something to do with her magic spiralling out of control. Her fear of her father finding out is very much a part of life with Imogen, being gifted she would be hunted. Her father being the leader of the hunting council would not hesitate to shoot his own daughter, what he lacked in compassion he made up for in cruelty. Imogen terrified of her future decides she must talk to the “freaks of the forest” and demand they remove the curse which is holding her captive in her own way. She runs into her neighbour Logan who has been to the forest before and he agrees to go with her.
Back in the forest the girls have been discovered for the treason they have committed and await their burning at the stake.

Spoiler: Now an actual “snippet”

Imogen burst into her bedroom after hurriedly excusing herself from dinner only for fire to burst from her hands and explode into a fast growing vine before it rained water and the plant disappeared in a puff of smoke followed by air which smashed the windows and took the water with it. Imogen burst into tears, this wasn’t her fault, why was she suffering like this? She made up her mind. She had to go speak to the freaks in the forest and demand they remove the curse.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Same XD I'm sure your's is great, regardless!

I really want to read urs ur an awesome writer

 

[SBFChickenGirl]

I kinda want to share something that I've written now...

 

[Ihavesomechickens]

I kinda want to share something that I've written now...

Do it!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[SBFChickenGirl]

Ok: so this is the beginning of a story called The Whispers. I wrote it. Please don't copy. It's not finished yet. I'll get around to it at some point. But I have to finish my current WIP.

Hundreds of years ago, in the country of Filin, not long after Jerew rebelled and the Seren Happenings took place, there was a group of scavengers. They called themselves The Whispers. They were one-hundred strong, and usually quite peaceful.
Their only downfall was the fact that they stole.
Shamelessly.
If something went missing on the wide plains of Filin, there was little doubt that a member of The Whispers had taken it. Because of their reputation, their group was regarded with much suspicion. The more the suspicion piled up the better The Whispers became at stealing.
Now, The Whispers never used their widely renowned skills of theft to try and get the better of people. They never harbored fugitives, nor did they steal anything of remote importance.
It was a cow here, a few chickens there, maybe some melons from an unsuspecting farmer’s garden.
Could they have robbed the Royal Treasury? Absolutely. Wiped out a whole farm’s crops in a night? With no problem. But did they? Never.
If they stole something and the owner was able to track them down before they sold or ate it, they willingly gave it back. But it was a rare occasion when such an event took place.
The reason for this was simple. After The Whispers finished raiding whatever unsuspecting town or farm, they disappeared. No one knew how.they were able to make one hundred people, a small amount of livestock and poultry, and thirty-odd gliders disappear into thin air.
Most suspected the feat was accomplished by the odd helmets that The Whispers wore. Others speculated that the members all possessed a power, and ability to cloak themselves and their belongings. The Whispers weren’t about to spill their hard earned - or more likely, stolen - secrets.
Up until now, it has been a mystery. But just last week archeologists uncovered a glider and a single helmet. This, reader, is the story behind it.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

I have done 18 pages and 9743 words on my book.

 

[Ihavesomechickens]

I have done 18 pages and 9743 words on my book.

Good work pal.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Good work pal.

Yeah. It has taken me a few months coz I have been busy but it’s nice to just sit down and write

 

[Ihavesomechickens]

Yeah. It has taken me a few months coz I have been busy but it’s nice to just sit down and write

I write all the time. Short stories, long stories, scary stories, sad stories, good stories, (normally) bad stories. I could never right a whole book though, I get bored easily.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

I write all the time. Short stories, long stories, scary stories, sad stories, good stories, (normally) bad stories. I could never right a whole book though, I get bored easily.

Haha I intend on writing at least 80 pages so I might be here till mid next year