ATTENTION ALL WRITERS! C'MON!!!

[clucky3255]

Thank you! Sorry I am not too smart XD

Yes you are. LOL

 

[miss heny]

so, should i start a story or not?

 

[clucky3255]

You are very smart. LOL

 

[clucky3255]

so, should i start a story or not?

Um.. you write on and save it to you're computer and then paste it on this thread, ( you can do chapter by chapter)

 

[miss heny]

i know, but i dunno if i want to start a story or not

i am torn between doing it and not doing it

 

[clucky3255]

Esther
And
Amelia


12\18\12















CHAPTER ONE
The bird’s sweet melodies drifted into Amelia’s ears like a sweet chorus. The humming of nature all around her nearly made her burst with awe and wonder. Why did God put such lovely things on earth? She wondered silently. Amelia already knew the answer, but delighted in pondering about it. It is because God loves us. A cool breeze ruffled Amelia’s dark curly locks that stood out against her pale cheeks. With every passing moment she grew more and more content. A blue butterfly flitted across the clear blue sky; it reminded her of being a young girl that would eventually grow into something beautiful. Amelia smoothed her black lacey dress and seated herself on a familiar log. She had spent hours each day sitting on that long that last summer. Observing nature was something Amelia excelled at. The smooth bark showed a faint sign of moss growth.
The sun dappled the earth that surrounded her as it leaked through the canopy of trees above her, providing shade and engulfing her in warmth. Amelia stooped down and plucked a large white daisy from the small patch that grew beside the log. A soft voice interrupted Amelia’s former, solitary paradise. “Amelia?” She looked up and her deep green eyes met dark blue ones. A petite young girl clad in a tight, ugly, torn raggedy old dress stood a few yards away from her. “That’s me.” She said, raising an eyebrow.
The sunshine danced on the grass as the small girl tentatively took a few steps closer to Amelia.
“I am you’re new neighbor. You’re momma sent me out here. She said you were my age.” She softly said, almost in a whisper. Amelia nodded and smiled.
The small girl offered a weak smile in reply. “I am Esther Hammond.” She took the liberty to sit beside Amelia on the log. Esther looked as if she could fall down with hunger. Remembering the apple and cheese-bun mother had given her as a snack she reached into her skirt pocket and pulled it out. “I am Amelia Stone. Would you like to share my snack?” inquired Amelia. Esther’s faced glowed with anticipation but held back. Handing her both the apple and the cheese-bun Amelia, laughed. “I am not hungry.” Bending down she picked a gold daisy from the bunch that stood rooted in the soft earth. “Here…it will bring out you’re eyes.” she murmured softly. The daisy set off sparks in Esther’s eyes, making them shine like blue stars in a golden sky. Amelia fought back the urge to go back into solitary paradise and let her mind wander, but stayed put beside the half-starved little girl. A robin whistled loudly in the back round and soon another one joined it with a sweet harmonious sound. “Esther? How old are you?” she asked as she leaned back and stretched her arms, looking heavenward. Esther held up nine sticky fingers, smothered in apple juice and took in all the wondrous sights and sounds of the Stone’s garden as she bit into the soft shell of the roll. “Beautiful with capital letters!” she gasped between bites. “Lucky!”
Amelia studied her new-friend; Straight but slightly matted blonde hair just below her shoulders and deep blue eyes lined with long dark lashes. Pretty, really!
Although Esther had a good figure and a pretty face her clothes were a mess. The hem was all jagged and hole-y; the skirt was washed yet stained and ill-fitting. Amelia flipped a short curl behind her shoulder and sighed, pitying Esther. “I am ten. When is you’re birthday?” Esther had just swallowed her roll and took a breath. “It is in September…the 27th. You?”
Amelia sighed once more and smiled. “December 23rd.” She replied solemnly. Esther jumped up. “Oh my! That must be wonderful! My sister would DIE to have a winter birthday!” She cried, clasping her hands, enthusiastically. Amelia was startled by Esther’s reaction and sat up, with a confused expression on her face. “Why?” she pondered. Esther continued with less enthusiasm. “Oh, cause in the winter you can go sledding on you’re birthday and make snowmen!” She sat back down on the log. “It is not all that!” retorted Amelia forlornly. “You have to shovel and….get frost-bitten and………. Cold and hungry. Wait a sec!” She stood up as if a light bulb had just lit up in her head. “You’re birthday is in…ten days!” Esther nodded at the fact. A gray squirrel flitted across the lawn in front of them. Already collecting food to store away for the cold brisk days that lay ahead in the winter. Esther broke the awkward silence and threw out a question. “Do you have any siblings?” Amelia glanced downward and her cheeks grew red. “No. Mother lost my sister Grace by a sledding accident. When she was pregnant with me. She’d be twelve in November.” She whispered as a warm salty tear trickled down the side of her crimson cheek. “I am so sorry. Do forgive me.” Apologized Esther. Confused once again by Esther’s drama, Amelia flicked away the tear and looked up. “It is not you’re fault!” she told Esther firmly. “Oh but it is! I brought up the subject!” Esther replied just as firm and she gave a curt nod to confirm her sternness.
Sniffling, Amelia giggled and took a shaky breath. “You are so entertaining Esther!” Esther smiled.
“Now let’s...observe nature and be quiet for a change.” Suggested Amelia, eager to return to the quiet and peace of observation. Esther nodded as enthusiastically as ever; she was a talkative yet shy type of girl with lots of hidden potential just waiting to be put to good use. Minutes later Esther smiled and pointed out a monarch butterfly that had landed on a day-lily a few inches away from the log. “Cool!” mouthed Amelia, who was an expert at communicating with out words. A noise came from the wood surrounding the three sides of the large jungle of a garden. Esther locked her eyes on Amelia. Her Clear Icy blue eyes sparkled with fear. She stood up, her body shaking. Amelia once again confused by her antics stood up and asked what was wrong. With out replying verbally Esther tore out towards the house. Amelia looked around her to see what could have caused her to run… just a few yards behind the fence stood a man, carrying a full bottle in one hand, with a scruffy beard and dark that pierced your body as sharp jack knives would if thrown at you’re heart. Fear froze Amelia to the ground. The middle-aged man made his way towards the white picket fence that could hold up with the even the lightest of winds. Re-gaining her senses Amelia raced to the house. When she looked back when she had arrived, breathless at the door of the house, he was gone. Gone.

CHAPTER TWO
Esther had gone home to her mother across the street. Amelia glanced out the window as she passed by to see the man entering the home of The Hammonds. Questions and worries bubbled up inside of her. She brought the matter to her mother. “Mother?” She asked as she wandered into the kitchen where Mother prepared dinner. Mrs. Stone nodded acknowledging her daughter as she sat on a wooden stool on the other side of the counter. “Who is the man over there?” She pointed out the window to the man who took a swig out of the beer bottle and collapsed on the front steps. Her mother’s face contorted into a twisted frown. “ Oh, that is Mr. Hammond.” She vaguely explained to the ten year old girl at the counter. Utterly confused and distressed she climbed the stairs to her bedroom.
The pink curtains hung crookedly and her bed unmade Amelia sighed and began to fix them. Her room was pretty and practical, with white walls and a pink bedspread, one window and a wardrobe, desk and lamp filled it with a lively, clean look. Sitting at her desk, Amelia wrote a entry in her diary.
Dear Diary,
I am concerned for my new friends Esther’s sake.
I sort of met her father today, she was dead afraid of him. I am going to try to find the answer to Esther’s problems concerning family.
Amelia Stone.


Staring out the window watching the drunken man drink from the bottle made Amelia feel sick to the stomach. The sky grew pink from the sun that began to set behind the mountain. The rays of sunlight drifted in through the curtain and filled the small room with a shimmer of golden light, brightening everything that it touched. Except Amelia Stone. She stood in the middle of it all and did not wonder about all the beauty that the afternoon sun brought, but worried and thought about every single possible thing that lead Esther to be so afraid of her Father. Twenty minutes later the drunk man madly banged at the door. Amelia’s eyes bulged. A small scream escaped her mouth and she flew open the window. “MOTHER!!” She shouted running from the window. Her mind raced, as she dove into the kitchen. “Mother! Mr. Hammond is drunk, and is banging on his door. I think he is going to hurt them!” She cried helplessly. Mr. Stone who had been sitting by the fire in the parlor reading the newspaper, stood up and grabbed his coat of the hook. “Daddy! Are you gonna be OK?” She gasped. Her father did not answer, but ran across the road.





this is it for now. I have to go fold laundry now. BYe!~

 

[clucky3255]

i know, but i dunno if i want to start a story or not

i am torn between doing it and not doing it

LOL Here is mine too.

 

[miss heny]

Esther
And
Amelia


12\18\12















CHAPTER ONE
The bird’s sweet melodies drifted into Amelia’s ears like a sweet chorus. The humming of nature all around her nearly made her burst with awe and wonder. Why did God put such lovely things on earth? She wondered silently. Amelia already knew the answer, but delighted in pondering about it. It is because God loves us. A cool breeze ruffled Amelia’s dark curly locks that stood out against her pale cheeks. With every passing moment she grew more and more content. A blue butterfly flitted across the clear blue sky; it reminded her of being a young girl that would eventually grow into something beautiful. Amelia smoothed her black lacey dress and seated herself on a familiar log. She had spent hours each day sitting on that long that last summer. Observing nature was something Amelia excelled at. The smooth bark showed a faint sign of moss growth.
The sun dappled the earth that surrounded her as it leaked through the canopy of trees above her, providing shade and engulfing her in warmth. Amelia stooped down and plucked a large white daisy from the small patch that grew beside the log. A soft voice interrupted Amelia’s former, solitary paradise. “Amelia?” She looked up and her deep green eyes met dark blue ones. A petite young girl clad in a tight, ugly, torn raggedy old dress stood a few yards away from her. “That’s me.” She said, raising an eyebrow.
The sunshine danced on the grass as the small girl tentatively took a few steps closer to Amelia.
“I am you’re new neighbor. You’re momma sent me out here. She said you were my age.” She softly said, almost in a whisper. Amelia nodded and smiled.
The small girl offered a weak smile in reply. “I am Esther Hammond.” She took the liberty to sit beside Amelia on the log. Esther looked as if she could fall down with hunger. Remembering the apple and cheese-bun mother had given her as a snack she reached into her skirt pocket and pulled it out. “I am Amelia Stone. Would you like to share my snack?” inquired Amelia. Esther’s faced glowed with anticipation but held back. Handing her both the apple and the cheese-bun Amelia, laughed. “I am not hungry.” Bending down she picked a gold daisy from the bunch that stood rooted in the soft earth. “Here…it will bring out you’re eyes.” she murmured softly. The daisy set off sparks in Esther’s eyes, making them shine like blue stars in a golden sky. Amelia fought back the urge to go back into solitary paradise and let her mind wander, but stayed put beside the half-starved little girl. A robin whistled loudly in the back round and soon another one joined it with a sweet harmonious sound. “Esther? How old are you?” she asked as she leaned back and stretched her arms, looking heavenward. Esther held up nine sticky fingers, smothered in apple juice and took in all the wondrous sights and sounds of the Stone’s garden as she bit into the soft shell of the roll. “Beautiful with capital letters!” she gasped between bites. “Lucky!”
Amelia studied her new-friend; Straight but slightly matted blonde hair just below her shoulders and deep blue eyes lined with long dark lashes. Pretty, really!
Although Esther had a good figure and a pretty face her clothes were a mess. The hem was all jagged and hole-y; the skirt was washed yet stained and ill-fitting. Amelia flipped a short curl behind her shoulder and sighed, pitying Esther. “I am ten. When is you’re birthday?” Esther had just swallowed her roll and took a breath. “It is in September…the 27th. You?”
Amelia sighed once more and smiled. “December 23rd.” She replied solemnly. Esther jumped up. “Oh my! That must be wonderful! My sister would DIE to have a winter birthday!” She cried, clasping her hands, enthusiastically. Amelia was startled by Esther’s reaction and sat up, with a confused expression on her face. “Why?” she pondered. Esther continued with less enthusiasm. “Oh, cause in the winter you can go sledding on you’re birthday and make snowmen!” She sat back down on the log. “It is not all that!” retorted Amelia forlornly. “You have to shovel and….get frost-bitten and………. Cold and hungry. Wait a sec!” She stood up as if a light bulb had just lit up in her head. “You’re birthday is in…ten days!” Esther nodded at the fact. A gray squirrel flitted across the lawn in front of them. Already collecting food to store away for the cold brisk days that lay ahead in the winter. Esther broke the awkward silence and threw out a question. “Do you have any siblings?” Amelia glanced downward and her cheeks grew red. “No. Mother lost my sister Grace by a sledding accident. When she was pregnant with me. She’d be twelve in November.” She whispered as a warm salty tear trickled down the side of her crimson cheek. “I am so sorry. Do forgive me.” Apologized Esther. Confused once again by Esther’s drama, Amelia flicked away the tear and looked up. “It is not you’re fault!” she told Esther firmly. “Oh but it is! I brought up the subject!” Esther replied just as firm and she gave a curt nod to confirm her sternness.
Sniffling, Amelia giggled and took a shaky breath. “You are so entertaining Esther!” Esther smiled.
“Now let’s...observe nature and be quiet for a change.” Suggested Amelia, eager to return to the quiet and peace of observation. Esther nodded as enthusiastically as ever; she was a talkative yet shy type of girl with lots of hidden potential just waiting to be put to good use. Minutes later Esther smiled and pointed out a monarch butterfly that had landed on a day-lily a few inches away from the log. “Cool!” mouthed Amelia, who was an expert at communicating with out words. A noise came from the wood surrounding the three sides of the large jungle of a garden. Esther locked her eyes on Amelia. Her Clear Icy blue eyes sparkled with fear. She stood up, her body shaking. Amelia once again confused by her antics stood up and asked what was wrong. With out replying verbally Esther tore out towards the house. Amelia looked around her to see what could have caused her to run… just a few yards behind the fence stood a man, carrying a full bottle in one hand, with a scruffy beard and dark that pierced your body as sharp jack knives would if thrown at you’re heart. Fear froze Amelia to the ground. The middle-aged man made his way towards the white picket fence that could hold up with the even the lightest of winds. Re-gaining her senses Amelia raced to the house. When she looked back when she had arrived, breathless at the door of the house, he was gone. Gone.

CHAPTER TWO
Esther had gone home to her mother across the street. Amelia glanced out the window as she passed by to see the man entering the home of The Hammonds. Questions and worries bubbled up inside of her. She brought the matter to her mother. “Mother?” She asked as she wandered into the kitchen where Mother prepared dinner. Mrs. Stone nodded acknowledging her daughter as she sat on a wooden stool on the other side of the counter. “Who is the man over there?” She pointed out the window to the man who took a swig out of the beer bottle and collapsed on the front steps. Her mother’s face contorted into a twisted frown. “ Oh, that is Mr. Hammond.” She vaguely explained to the ten year old girl at the counter. Utterly confused and distressed she climbed the stairs to her bedroom.
The pink curtains hung crookedly and her bed unmade Amelia sighed and began to fix them. Her room was pretty and practical, with white walls and a pink bedspread, one window and a wardrobe, desk and lamp filled it with a lively, clean look. Sitting at her desk, Amelia wrote a entry in her diary.
Dear Diary,
I am concerned for my new friends Esther’s sake.
I sort of met her father today, she was dead afraid of him. I am going to try to find the answer to Esther’s problems concerning family.
Amelia Stone.


Staring out the window watching the drunken man drink from the bottle made Amelia feel sick to the stomach. The sky grew pink from the sun that began to set behind the mountain. The rays of sunlight drifted in through the curtain and filled the small room with a shimmer of golden light, brightening everything that it touched. Except Amelia Stone. She stood in the middle of it all and did not wonder about all the beauty that the afternoon sun brought, but worried and thought about every single possible thing that lead Esther to be so afraid of her Father. Twenty minutes later the drunk man madly banged at the door. Amelia’s eyes bulged. A small scream escaped her mouth and she flew open the window. “MOTHER!!” She shouted running from the window. Her mind raced, as she dove into the kitchen. “Mother! Mr. Hammond is drunk, and is banging on his door. I think he is going to hurt them!” She cried helplessly. Mr. Stone who had been sitting by the fire in the parlor reading the newspaper, stood up and grabbed his coat of the hook. “Daddy! Are you gonna be OK?” She gasped. Her father did not answer, but ran across the road.





this is it for now. I have to go fold laundry now. BYe!~

 

[Chicks Galore3]

Your talented clucky!

 

[canada-goose]

i know, but i dunno if i want to start a story or not i am torn between doing it and not doing it

If you have an idea, by all means write it down.

Guys, could you please not quote stories in your posts? It makes the thread a bit tiring to scroll through.