ATTENTION ALL WRITERS! C'MON!!!

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Spoiler: New story (unedited off the top of my head)

The car screeched. Cold sweat trickled down her back, the horse whinnied. She twitched unintentionally twisting her body, the impact struck the horse and rider down. She let out a cry and sat up. Aclaira’s cheeks were wet with tears “No!” Mrs Nara entered the room “Aclaira, are you sure you don’t need to go see doctor Samuel?” She asked softly looking at her daughter worry had clouded her face bringing out the wrinkles and age in her. “I don’t know, Bluey I need to see Bluey” Aclaira cried, Mrs Nara’s face softened “sweetie,” her voice hitched “he...was hit in the accident, remember?” It came rushing back. The car, the neigh, the last time she’d ever hear him whinny and then the impact. The impact that crushed her leg, splintering her bone, now she couldn’t ride. She was stuck in a wheelchair. A fresh onslaught of tears choked Aclaira. “Oh Aclaira” her mother leaned over to hug her “honey I promise it’ll get easier. Just give it time.” Time. What was time supposed to do? Make her life easier? Why? What for? Was her life supposed to improve without her beloved Bluey? How come she hadn’t died? It should have been her, not Bluey. Not her sweet horse with so much life.

DISCLAIMER...IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING THIS ITS IN SPOILERS FOR A REASON lol

Spoiler: P2 to my off the top of the head story

Aclaira pushed herself into her wheelchair and wheeled herself through the hallway to the kitchen. She swallowed not eager to have her mother bring up what had happened last night. “Good morning Aclaira” Mrs Nara said looking at her over the top of the coffee mug. “Hi mum” Aclaira whispered, she ate in silence. A honk of a horn broke the silence causing her to quickly move over to her bag and grab it before going down the ramp they had installed then down the driveway. She wheeled herself up the ramp on the bus. The ride to school was long and dreary, she used to sit with Sarah, Jane and Becky at the back of the bus but they didn’t want anything to do with her so instead she avoided them, completely. After they got off at school she wheeled herself to her classes, since the accident nobody had spoken to her instead they all just stared. After school she got off the bus where it dropped her at the corner of Milesbury lane, she’d always loved getting off here because the house on the corner was where she had boarded Bluey and now he was gone and she was a cripple.

 

[PioneerChicks]

DISCLAIMER...IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING THIS ITS IN SPOILERS FOR A REASON lol

Spoiler: P2 to my off the top of the head story

Aclaira pushed herself into her wheelchair and wheeled herself through the hallway to the kitchen. She swallowed not eager to have her mother bring up what had happened last night. “Good morning Aclaira” Mrs Nara said looking at her over the top of the coffee mug. “Hi mum” Aclaira whispered, she ate in silence. A honk of a horn broke the silence causing her to quickly move over to her bag and grab it before going down the ramp they had installed then down the driveway. She wheeled herself up the ramp on the bus. The ride to school was long and dreary, she used to sit with Sarah, Jane and Becky at the back of the bus but they didn’t want anything to do with her so instead she avoided them, completely. After they got off at school she wheeled herself to her classes, since the accident nobody had spoken to her instead they all just stared. After school she got off the bus where it dropped her at the corner of Milesbury lane, she’d always loved getting off here because the house on the corner was where she had boarded Bluey and now he was gone and she was a cripple.

I love it! You did a good author trick: making your readers sympathize with the main character. It's one of the best ways to hook readers, and guess what? I'm hooked!

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

I love it! You did a good author trick: making your readers sympathize with the main character. It's one of the best ways to hook readers, and guess what? I'm hooked!

Thanks, horse books are always gonna be easier for me to write coz I have been riding since I was 4

 

[PioneerChicks]

Thanks, horse books are always gonna be easier for me to write coz I have been riding since I was 4

Lucky! Wish I had a horse!

 

[PioneerChicks]

Okay, I'll give this a go. This is a snippet from my Robin Hood re-telling book that will probably never actually make it into the book, it's just to inspire me and give you a feel of the book. I changed a bit up so you would understand it better. It's pretty unedited, and not my best work, so bear with me.

Spoiler: Snippet

(From the view of a soldier sent to hunt down outlaws)

I had been lost for several hours, and the daylight was all spent. The trees looked over me, blocking out what little moonlight there would have been. I felt like their were eyes watching me; outlaws who would murder me at the first chance.

I had left the camp to...well...go, and had been lost ever since. I had no idea where I was, but I just wanted to get out of the dark forest and back into human civilization.

"Need some help?" A voice asked from behind me.

My sword was out in an instant and I spun around, nearly tripping from doing two the tasks at once.. A boy about my age standing behind me. He was dressed in ordinary brown clothes and holding a bow, but it wasn't loaded, and all his arrows were in the quiver in his back. His sword was in its sheath at his side.

An outlaw! I thought with fear. I pulled my own sword into a defensive posture.

"Woah, easy!" He exclaimed. "I'm not here to hurt you, just to help you get to the road."

I lowered my sword, but I didn't sheath it. "I don't need your help."

"Then would you like me to leave you to find your own way?" He asked as he walked into the forest to my left, indicating for me to follow.

I did, but hesitantly, with my sword still out. I wasn't very good with it anyway, in my hands it would only be as harmless as a big stick.

After a minute the outlaw boy stopped and glared into the bushes, "come out, Tom, I know you're there."

The undergrowth rustled and a younger boy pushed his way out.

Two! I thought. I'm outnumbered!

"Do you have to follow everybody you see leave?" The outlaw my age asked, exasperated.

"I wanted to see what you were doing!" The younger boy -Tom- defended himself.

"You know perfectly well what I'm doing." The former snapped. "I didn't make any effort to keep it a secret!"

"So what?" Tom asked defiantly.

"So I would rather not have pesky cousins following me around all day!" The other shot back. "You're endangering us all when you're here!"

"Well sorry!" Tom said sarcastically.

"I think it's time for us to go home anyway." A girl came into sight, following in Tom's tracks. "Come on, Tom, your mother will be worried. You didn't have permission to come." She seemed just as annoyed with Tom as the older outlaw.

"Goodbye Red, be careful going down the Sledding Slope. It's slick, even in summer." The first boy hugged the girl.

"I will." Red squeezed him back. "When will we see you again?"

"I'll come by as soon as I can, but Carl and Little John are injured, and it might be a while before I can leave."

Even I could tell that the brother looked worried, which was odd, because I had heard that the Outlaws of Sherwood were heartless.

"All right, Robin. Bye!" Red called as she pulled Tom away with her.

I looked at the older outlaw as he waved goodbye to the other two. If I had heard right, he was Robin Hood, the outlaw I was supposed to kill. But he wasn't as old as I had guessed he would be, and he didn't seem heartless.

"Wait, Red!" Robin Hood called. "What plant did Mother use to prevent infection? Was it burdock?"

Once again, I doubted my ears. Robin Hood had a sister?

Red paused to think. "No, it was yarrow. There's a good patch of it in the forest behind the mill."

Red left, pulling Tom behind her. Robin watched them leave before turning away.

"Come on!" He called to me cheerfully and I followed, confused.

Maybe the outlaws do care about each other after all. I thought wonderingly. Do they all have families? Are they really the murderers everyone says they are?

I could tell Robin Hood was tired, and so was I. I would have happily stopped for a break, but the outlaw didn't stop, and I didn't want to make him angry. We trudged on for almost an hour until I thought I could see lights up ahead. Sure enough, soon the trees started to thin.

When the first building -a small house for only a couple of people- was in sight Robin Hood stopped.

In the light from the house I saw something I hadn't noticed before; he had only one eye. Well, two eyes, but I could tell that only one was good. The other was dull and unfocused, and I doubted that it was of any use.

"This is as far as I can take you safely. Can you make it the rest of the way on your own?" Robin Hood asked.

I nodded slowly, then blurted; "why are you helping me? Aren't I your enemy?"

Robin Hood smiled a sad smile, as if he had seen much beyond his years. "My fight is not against soldiers, my enemy is their leader."

"But don't you murder innocent people?" As soon as I asked I regretted it.

He hissed something to himself, something along the lines of, "Darn you, Will!"

"I am no murderer," he said with determination, "and I try not to kill. But you forget that you fight for your job, while we are fighting for our lives. Do you have coins to pay for your lodging?"

When I shook my head he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small handful of coins.

"I wish you best of luck on your travels." He smiled at me.

"Thank you." I said, my voice just above a whisper. "Maybe someday I will pay you back."

Robin Hood shook his head. "There's no need. But I hope that if we ever meet again it will be as friends.

With that he turned and walked at a quick pace in the opposite direction, but I could hear him muttering over and over; "yarrow, yarrow, yarrow...."


(From the view of Red, Robin's sister)

As soon as we were out of earshot of the soldier I spoke.

"Tom, if anyone were to find out about us being related to Robin then they might try to hurt us, or worse. Or they might try to use is to force Robin to come and surrender to them, and that would mean her death and possibly ours to."

"Yes, yes, I get it; we have to keep it a secret." Tom said. "Is that why you didn't want to tell me? Because you thought I would give it away?"

I hesitated. "Yes, but it's hard to trust anybody now."

"Isn't it amazing, my cousin is Robin Hood, the cutthroat of Sherwood!"

"Not a cutthroat." I corrected him with a sigh, fighting to contain from yelling that Robin Hood was my sister, and how much better that was.

"Yes, but still... Wait, if you aren't cutthroats, then why does everybody say you are?"

"That was Will. He decided it would be a good joke, but even he didn't know what impact it would have. We can easily say it wasn't his funniest joke." Red said, slightly bitter.

"Oh." Tom said. They walked in silence for a minute before he asked, "hey, isn't Robin supposed to be a boy?"

"That's another secret we have to keep, at Robin's request."

"Oh." And a minute later he added, "that sort of ruins the coolness, don't ya think? The fact that Robin Hood's a girl?"

For the second time that day I turned on him. "So that's what you think? That is girls are more useless than the boys? Who was lost today, and still is? You. Who is foolish enough to trip over every stick on the path? You. Who can't lift a sword of shoot an arrow three feet? You!

"Was it not Robin, a girl, who survived the harsh winter of Sherwood and lives a life of constant danger? Where is your loyal band of outlaws who are ready to follow you to the death, I sure don't see them. Are they hiding in your precious little city?

"I don't know of anything boys can do that girls cannot. We can cut wood, start fires, hunt, climb trees, and fight! If you refuse to admit that then you can find your way home on your own." I spat out each word of my last sentence like poison.

Tom backed up a step, surprised at my outburst, but once I was finished he went back to his usual cockiness. "Okay, fine. But why did she do it?"

I sighed. "Long story." My fire was quenched, temporarily.

"We have time. Your house is still a ways away." Tome pestered.

I looked at him strangely. "Sometimes I wonder how lost you really are."

"We have time." He repeated impatiently, ignoring my comment.

"Fine. But you can't tell anybody. Ever."

"Tell me something new please," he said, a little rudely.

I sent him a hot glare but started the story. "You know how mistreated girls are. When a girl gets married, they say she belongs to the man. No matter what he does. He can hit and punch her all he wants, but because it's legal, she can't do anything about it.

"Nobody hire girls, because they are weak and useless, and because it would give people a bad impression of the boss. According to the public, all they are useful for is to stay at home and knit, sew, crochet, and all that boring stuff. And raise children. Lots of rowdy, crying children.

And strangely, most girls believe that nowadays. Brainwashed, I guess you could say. Robin and me are some of the only people who know otherwise.

Then Robin got it into her head to help the resistance. But because nobody thinks much of girls, she chose to disguise herself as a boy. It was, or is, easier that way."

Tom must have noticed her bitter tone in her last few sentences. "You don't agree with Robin's decision?"

Red hesitated, then said stiffly, "it doesn't matter what I think. What's done is done. And it will probably always be this way."

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Okay, I'll give this a go. This is a snippet from my Robin Hood re-telling book that will probably never actually make it into the book, it's just to inspire me and give you a feel of the book. I changed a bit up so you would understand it better. It's pretty unedited, and not my best work, so bear with me.

Spoiler: Snippet

(From the view of a soldier sent to hunt down outlaws)

I had been lost for several hours, and the daylight was all spent. The trees looked over me, blocking out what little moonlight there would have been. I felt like their were eyes watching me; outlaws who would murder me at the first chance.

I had left the camp to...well...go, and had been lost ever since. I had no idea where I was, but I just wanted to get out of the dark forest and back into human civilization.

"Need some help?" A voice asked from behind me.

My sword was out in an instant and I spun around, nearly tripping from doing two the tasks at once.. A boy about my age standing behind me. He was dressed in ordinary brown clothes and holding a bow, but it wasn't loaded, and all his arrows were in the quiver in his back. His sword was in its sheath at his side.

An outlaw! I thought with fear. I pulled my own sword into a defensive posture.

"Woah, easy!" He exclaimed. "I'm not here to hurt you, just to help you get to the road."

I lowered my sword, but I didn't sheath it. "I don't need your help."

"Then would you like me to leave you to find your own way?" He asked as he walked into the forest to my left, indicating for me to follow.

I did, but hesitantly, with my sword still out. I wasn't very good with it anyway, in my hands it would only be as harmless as a big stick.

After a minute the outlaw boy stopped and glared into the bushes, "come out, Tom, I know you're there."

The undergrowth rustled and a younger boy pushed his way out.

Two! I thought. I'm outnumbered!

"Do you have to follow everybody you see leave?" The outlaw my age asked, exasperated.

"I wanted to see what you were doing!" The younger boy -Tom- defended himself.

"You know perfectly well what I'm doing." The former snapped. "I didn't make any effort to keep it a secret!"

"So what?" Tom asked defiantly.

"So I would rather not have pesky cousins following me around all day!" The other shot back. "You're endangering us all when you're here!"

"Well sorry!" Tom said sarcastically.

"I think it's time for us to go home anyway." A girl came into sight, following in Tom's tracks. "Come on, Tom, your mother will be worried. You didn't have permission to come." She seemed just as annoyed with Tom as the older outlaw.

"Goodbye Red, be careful going down the Sledding Slope. It's slick, even in summer." The first boy hugged the girl.

"I will." Red squeezed him back. "When will we see you again?"

"I'll come by as soon as I can, but Carl and Little John are injured, and it might be a while before I can leave."

Even I could tell that the brother looked worried, which was odd, because I had heard that the Outlaws of Sherwood were heartless.

"All right, Robin. Bye!" Red called as she pulled Tom away with her.

I looked at the older outlaw as he waved goodbye to the other two. If I had heard right, he was Robin Hood, the outlaw I was supposed to kill. But he wasn't as old as I had guessed he would be, and he didn't seem heartless.

"Wait, Red!" Robin Hood called. "What plant did Mother use to prevent infection? Was it burdock?"

Once again, I doubted my ears. Robin Hood had a sister?

Red paused to think. "No, it was yarrow. There's a good patch of it in the forest behind the mill."

Red left, pulling Tom behind her. Robin watched them leave before turning away.

"Come on!" He called to me cheerfully and I followed, confused.

Maybe the outlaws do care about each other after all. I thought wonderingly. Do they all have families? Are they really the murderers everyone says they are?

I could tell Robin Hood was tired, and so was I. I would have happily stopped for a break, but the outlaw didn't stop, and I didn't want to make him angry. We trudged on for almost an hour until I thought I could see lights up ahead. Sure enough, soon the trees started to thin.

When the first building -a small house for only a couple of people- was in sight Robin Hood stopped.

In the light from the house I saw something I hadn't noticed before; he had only one eye. Well, two eyes, but I could tell that only one was good. The other was dull and unfocused, and I doubted that it was of any use.

"This is as far as I can take you safely. Can you make it the rest of the way on your own?" Robin Hood asked.

I nodded slowly, then blurted; "why are you helping me? Aren't I your enemy?"

Robin Hood smiled a sad smile, as if he had seen much beyond his years. "My fight is not against soldiers, my enemy is their leader."

"But don't you murder innocent people?" As soon as I asked I regretted it.

He hissed something to himself, something along the lines of, "Darn you, Will!"

"I am no murderer," he said with determination, "and I try not to kill. But you forget that you fight for your job, while we are fighting for our lives. Do you have coins to pay for your lodging?"

When I shook my head he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small handful of coins.

"I wish you best of luck on your travels." He smiled at me.

"Thank you." I said, my voice just above a whisper. "Maybe someday I will pay you back."

Robin Hood shook his head. "There's no need. But I hope that if we ever meet again it will be as friends.

With that he turned and walked at a quick pace in the opposite direction, but I could hear him muttering over and over; "yarrow, yarrow, yarrow...."


(From the view of Red, Robin's sister)

As soon as we were out of earshot of the soldier I spoke.

"Tom, if anyone were to find out about us being related to Robin then they might try to hurt us, or worse. Or they might try to use is to force Robin to come and surrender to them, and that would mean her death and possibly ours to."

"Yes, yes, I get it; we have to keep it a secret." Tom said. "Is that why you didn't want to tell me? Because you thought I would give it away?"

I hesitated. "Yes, but it's hard to trust anybody now."

"Isn't it amazing, my cousin is Robin Hood, the cutthroat of Sherwood!"

"Not a cutthroat." I corrected him with a sigh, fighting to contain from yelling that Robin Hood was my sister, and how much better that was.

"Yes, but still... Wait, if you aren't cutthroats, then why does everybody say you are?"

"That was Will. He decided it would be a good joke, but even he didn't know what impact it would have. We can easily say it wasn't his funniest joke." Red said, slightly bitter.

"Oh." Tom said. They walked in silence for a minute before he asked, "hey, isn't Robin supposed to be a boy?"

"That's another secret we have to keep, at Robin's request."

"Oh." And a minute later he added, "that sort of ruins the coolness, don't ya think? The fact that Robin Hood's a girl?"

For the second time that day I turned on him. "So that's what you think? That is girls are more useless than the boys? Who was lost today, and still is? You. Who is foolish enough to trip over every stick on the path? You. Who can't lift a sword of shoot an arrow three feet? You!

"Was it not Robin, a girl, who survived the harsh winter of Sherwood and lives a life of constant danger? Where is your loyal band of outlaws who are ready to follow you to the death, I sure don't see them. Are they hiding in your precious little city?

"I don't know of anything boys can do that girls cannot. We can cut wood, start fires, hunt, climb trees, and fight! If you refuse to admit that then you can find your way home on your own." I spat out each word of my last sentence like poison.

Tom backed up a step, surprised at my outburst, but once I was finished he went back to his usual cockiness. "Okay, fine. But why did she do it?"

I sighed. "Long story." My fire was quenched, temporarily.

"We have time. Your house is still a ways away." Tome pestered.

I looked at him strangely. "Sometimes I wonder how lost you really are."

"We have time." He repeated impatiently, ignoring my comment.

"Fine. But you can't tell anybody. Ever."

"Tell me something new please," he said, a little rudely.

I sent him a hot glare but started the story. "You know how mistreated girls are. When a girl gets married, they say she belongs to the man. No matter what he does. He can hit and punch her all he wants, but because it's legal, she can't do anything about it.

"Nobody hire girls, because they are weak and useless, and because it would give people a bad impression of the boss. According to the public, all they are useful for is to stay at home and knit, sew, crochet, and all that boring stuff. And raise children. Lots of rowdy, crying children.

And strangely, most girls believe that nowadays. Brainwashed, I guess you could say. Robin and me are some of the only people who know otherwise.

Then Robin got it into her head to help the resistance. But because nobody thinks much of girls, she chose to disguise herself as a boy. It was, or is, easier that way."

Tom must have noticed her bitter tone in her last few sentences. "You don't agree with Robin's decision?"

Red hesitated, then said stiffly, "it doesn't matter what I think. What's done is done. And it will probably always be this way."

That’s awesome! I love your writing style, you have real talent

 

[PioneerChicks]

That’s awesome! I love your writing style, you have real talent

Thank you! That means a lot to me!

 

[Ihavesomechickens]

Okay, I'll give this a go. This is a snippet from my Robin Hood re-telling book that will probably never actually make it into the book, it's just to inspire me and give you a feel of the book. I changed a bit up so you would understand it better. It's pretty unedited, and not my best work, so bear with me.

Spoiler: Snippet

(From the view of a soldier sent to hunt down outlaws)

I had been lost for several hours, and the daylight was all spent. The trees looked over me, blocking out what little moonlight there would have been. I felt like their were eyes watching me; outlaws who would murder me at the first chance.

I had left the camp to...well...go, and had been lost ever since. I had no idea where I was, but I just wanted to get out of the dark forest and back into human civilization.

"Need some help?" A voice asked from behind me.

My sword was out in an instant and I spun around, nearly tripping from doing two the tasks at once.. A boy about my age standing behind me. He was dressed in ordinary brown clothes and holding a bow, but it wasn't loaded, and all his arrows were in the quiver in his back. His sword was in its sheath at his side.

An outlaw! I thought with fear. I pulled my own sword into a defensive posture.

"Woah, easy!" He exclaimed. "I'm not here to hurt you, just to help you get to the road."

I lowered my sword, but I didn't sheath it. "I don't need your help."

"Then would you like me to leave you to find your own way?" He asked as he walked into the forest to my left, indicating for me to follow.

I did, but hesitantly, with my sword still out. I wasn't very good with it anyway, in my hands it would only be as harmless as a big stick.

After a minute the outlaw boy stopped and glared into the bushes, "come out, Tom, I know you're there."

The undergrowth rustled and a younger boy pushed his way out.

Two! I thought. I'm outnumbered!

"Do you have to follow everybody you see leave?" The outlaw my age asked, exasperated.

"I wanted to see what you were doing!" The younger boy -Tom- defended himself.

"You know perfectly well what I'm doing." The former snapped. "I didn't make any effort to keep it a secret!"

"So what?" Tom asked defiantly.

"So I would rather not have pesky cousins following me around all day!" The other shot back. "You're endangering us all when you're here!"

"Well sorry!" Tom said sarcastically.

"I think it's time for us to go home anyway." A girl came into sight, following in Tom's tracks. "Come on, Tom, your mother will be worried. You didn't have permission to come." She seemed just as annoyed with Tom as the older outlaw.

"Goodbye Red, be careful going down the Sledding Slope. It's slick, even in summer." The first boy hugged the girl.

"I will." Red squeezed him back. "When will we see you again?"

"I'll come by as soon as I can, but Carl and Little John are injured, and it might be a while before I can leave."

Even I could tell that the brother looked worried, which was odd, because I had heard that the Outlaws of Sherwood were heartless.

"All right, Robin. Bye!" Red called as she pulled Tom away with her.

I looked at the older outlaw as he waved goodbye to the other two. If I had heard right, he was Robin Hood, the outlaw I was supposed to kill. But he wasn't as old as I had guessed he would be, and he didn't seem heartless.

"Wait, Red!" Robin Hood called. "What plant did Mother use to prevent infection? Was it burdock?"

Once again, I doubted my ears. Robin Hood had a sister?

Red paused to think. "No, it was yarrow. There's a good patch of it in the forest behind the mill."

Red left, pulling Tom behind her. Robin watched them leave before turning away.

"Come on!" He called to me cheerfully and I followed, confused.

Maybe the outlaws do care about each other after all. I thought wonderingly. Do they all have families? Are they really the murderers everyone says they are?

I could tell Robin Hood was tired, and so was I. I would have happily stopped for a break, but the outlaw didn't stop, and I didn't want to make him angry. We trudged on for almost an hour until I thought I could see lights up ahead. Sure enough, soon the trees started to thin.

When the first building -a small house for only a couple of people- was in sight Robin Hood stopped.

In the light from the house I saw something I hadn't noticed before; he had only one eye. Well, two eyes, but I could tell that only one was good. The other was dull and unfocused, and I doubted that it was of any use.

"This is as far as I can take you safely. Can you make it the rest of the way on your own?" Robin Hood asked.

I nodded slowly, then blurted; "why are you helping me? Aren't I your enemy?"

Robin Hood smiled a sad smile, as if he had seen much beyond his years. "My fight is not against soldiers, my enemy is their leader."

"But don't you murder innocent people?" As soon as I asked I regretted it.

He hissed something to himself, something along the lines of, "Darn you, Will!"

"I am no murderer," he said with determination, "and I try not to kill. But you forget that you fight for your job, while we are fighting for our lives. Do you have coins to pay for your lodging?"

When I shook my head he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small handful of coins.

"I wish you best of luck on your travels." He smiled at me.

"Thank you." I said, my voice just above a whisper. "Maybe someday I will pay you back."

Robin Hood shook his head. "There's no need. But I hope that if we ever meet again it will be as friends.

With that he turned and walked at a quick pace in the opposite direction, but I could hear him muttering over and over; "yarrow, yarrow, yarrow...."


(From the view of Red, Robin's sister)

As soon as we were out of earshot of the soldier I spoke.

"Tom, if anyone were to find out about us being related to Robin then they might try to hurt us, or worse. Or they might try to use is to force Robin to come and surrender to them, and that would mean her death and possibly ours to."

"Yes, yes, I get it; we have to keep it a secret." Tom said. "Is that why you didn't want to tell me? Because you thought I would give it away?"

I hesitated. "Yes, but it's hard to trust anybody now."

"Isn't it amazing, my cousin is Robin Hood, the cutthroat of Sherwood!"

"Not a cutthroat." I corrected him with a sigh, fighting to contain from yelling that Robin Hood was my sister, and how much better that was.

"Yes, but still... Wait, if you aren't cutthroats, then why does everybody say you are?"

"That was Will. He decided it would be a good joke, but even he didn't know what impact it would have. We can easily say it wasn't his funniest joke." Red said, slightly bitter.

"Oh." Tom said. They walked in silence for a minute before he asked, "hey, isn't Robin supposed to be a boy?"

"That's another secret we have to keep, at Robin's request."

"Oh." And a minute later he added, "that sort of ruins the coolness, don't ya think? The fact that Robin Hood's a girl?"

For the second time that day I turned on him. "So that's what you think? That is girls are more useless than the boys? Who was lost today, and still is? You. Who is foolish enough to trip over every stick on the path? You. Who can't lift a sword of shoot an arrow three feet? You!

"Was it not Robin, a girl, who survived the harsh winter of Sherwood and lives a life of constant danger? Where is your loyal band of outlaws who are ready to follow you to the death, I sure don't see them. Are they hiding in your precious little city?

"I don't know of anything boys can do that girls cannot. We can cut wood, start fires, hunt, climb trees, and fight! If you refuse to admit that then you can find your way home on your own." I spat out each word of my last sentence like poison.

Tom backed up a step, surprised at my outburst, but once I was finished he went back to his usual cockiness. "Okay, fine. But why did she do it?"

I sighed. "Long story." My fire was quenched, temporarily.

"We have time. Your house is still a ways away." Tome pestered.

I looked at him strangely. "Sometimes I wonder how lost you really are."

"We have time." He repeated impatiently, ignoring my comment.

"Fine. But you can't tell anybody. Ever."

"Tell me something new please," he said, a little rudely.

I sent him a hot glare but started the story. "You know how mistreated girls are. When a girl gets married, they say she belongs to the man. No matter what he does. He can hit and punch her all he wants, but because it's legal, she can't do anything about it.

"Nobody hire girls, because they are weak and useless, and because it would give people a bad impression of the boss. According to the public, all they are useful for is to stay at home and knit, sew, crochet, and all that boring stuff. And raise children. Lots of rowdy, crying children.

And strangely, most girls believe that nowadays. Brainwashed, I guess you could say. Robin and me are some of the only people who know otherwise.

Then Robin got it into her head to help the resistance. But because nobody thinks much of girls, she chose to disguise herself as a boy. It was, or is, easier that way."

Tom must have noticed her bitter tone in her last few sentences. "You don't agree with Robin's decision?"

Red hesitated, then said stiffly, "it doesn't matter what I think. What's done is done. And it will probably always be this way."

That’s excellent! I would love to hear some more...

 

[PioneerChicks]

That’s excellent! I would love to hear some more...

Okay! Maybe soon!

 

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DISCLAIMER...IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN READING THIS ITS IN SPOILERS FOR A REASON lol

Spoiler: P2 to my off the top of the head story

Aclaira pushed herself into her wheelchair and wheeled herself through the hallway to the kitchen. She swallowed not eager to have her mother bring up what had happened last night. “Good morning Aclaira” Mrs Nara said looking at her over the top of the coffee mug. “Hi mum” Aclaira whispered, she ate in silence. A honk of a horn broke the silence causing her to quickly move over to her bag and grab it before going down the ramp they had installed then down the driveway. She wheeled herself up the ramp on the bus. The ride to school was long and dreary, she used to sit with Sarah, Jane and Becky at the back of the bus but they didn’t want anything to do with her so instead she avoided them, completely. After they got off at school she wheeled herself to her classes, since the accident nobody had spoken to her instead they all just stared. After school she got off the bus where it dropped her at the corner of Milesbury lane, she’d always loved getting off here because the house on the corner was where she had boarded Bluey and now he was gone and she was a cripple.

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Spoiler: P3 my off the top of head story

Aclaira looked longingly at the stable block down the end of the drive, she plucked up the courage and moved down the drive. She embraced the scent of horses that hugged her as she arrived. “Aclaira? Sweetie!” Alice, her instructor ran out of the barn to hug her. “Have you decided to ride again?” She asked excitingly, “Alice I fractured my spine, I can’t walk let alone ride” Aclaira fought back tears. (I will write more later)