Thursday, December 2, 2010
The Great Literary Marathon!
Bring it on! Amelia, you're going down!
I've read 203 pages already, and it's the second day. That means at this rate I can get at least 9,000 pages, but yesterday I slacked off and watched Burn Notice. so I basically got 200 words in one day, which means that I can make it to 18,000. But there are two breaks to splurge on. I can do this! And I am going to school Amelia, and Amelia's challenger, someone I cannot name, because I didn't get his/her name.
I am sooooooo exited! Now I'm being redundant. Too bad!
-Danotter
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
HP7!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Danotter
Hooray For Me
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
NaNoWriMo Winner!!!!!
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
A Whole Year!
“On my word.” He said in a deep whisper.
The group spread their wings in the W flight shape of a hawk, preparing. They drew daggers emblazoned with the slashed circle of the Fletch tribe. Skylark was totally silent, an expert in stealth. She tucked a braid of black hair behind her softly pointed ear and tightened the straps on her armor, a look of grim determination plastered on her face.
Sash raised his hand and dove over the cliff. That was it. The group leapt silently after, their brown speckled wings painted black for camouflage caught an up draft and the dropping warriors angled into a dive. Skylark noted the wind direction and temperature and speed to accomadate her flight trajectory. She saw the small camp of the Outsiders. The humans. They had a fire going and were singing a song that was foolish and nonsensical.
Sash pulled out a fist sized round stone and fitted it to a sling, with the accuracy of an expert he shot it strait at the fire. The logs scattered with the force, showering sparks on the clumsy singers. They jumped around yelling and shouting. One dove into a tent and pulled out a shot gun, but the tribe’s warriors were faster. Within seconds they had dropped a net and were firing arrows at the humans. The camp was in flames, they danced and caught on the trees and brush of the wide canyon turning it orange and throwing devilish shadows on the surrounding cliffs.
Skylark dropped to the ground and tore at a little child laying stricken on the ground with her javelin and stabbed the girl in the arm, carefully avoiding the main arteries and vital veins.
“Child! If you wish to live, run south to the River of Clare! Go now or die!” Sky had no intention of killing the girl.
More coming soon.

