Post by glowlynose on Jun 14, 2010 23:00:29 GMT -5
Story Title: Oh, the places you'll go.
Author: Glowy
Character(s): Willow
Genre: Adventure... sort of, I guess.
Rating: PG for now, but I have to finish writing it first. It could change.
Warnings: Willow will never be an actual character. Sorry if you like her as much as I do, but it's just not going to happen. Oh, and I may change types of narration from scene to scene. Please don't kill me.
Comments: I'm going to be posting this in separate mini chapter-like installments. This should happen every day or couple of days until the conclusion of the story. Well, I'll post the sections when I'm done with them. |D
If you asked my mother about me, she would tell you that she used to see so much of my father in me. If you asked my sister, she would say that I've always got my head in the clouds. Both would tell you that I'm pathetic, a disgrace, and the most immature out of the three of us. Haha, it's probably a good thing they're not here then, isn't it? I can see why they would think those things about me, though. They've both found themselves nice warm houses and mates that love them, and all I've managed to find is this little tarp and a few scraps of food. Ah, but none of that is important right now. They certainly aren't. They decided I wasn't important a long time ago. All that matters is those sad little kittens huddled behind me and, of course, yourself. My goodness, you're a fright! You look hungry. Come on in and warm yourself up. Oh, and take this. It's not much to eat, but it's all I've got, and you certainly need it more than I do.
Oh, don't let those bells scare you, dear. They go off every so often, whenever the poor elderly human that rings them can manage to pull herself up the stairs. What's that, my name? Oh, my name's not important right now. Listen, you're pretty stressed, and that's not good for a mother with her kittens due so soon. You don't want to scare them out before they're brave enough to say hello to the world all by themselves, do you?
Look, how about I tell you a story, to help you calm down and the like? I know loads of fairy tales. They're great tales for the little one- oh, what's that, miss? You want to hear MY story? Nobody's ever asked for MY story before. Ah, you probably want to know how I got myself into this business, hey? I suppose curiosity would be natural, but- oh, whoah, hey! Slow down with the questions, miss! Alright, alright, I'll tell you my story, though honestly it might bore you to sleep...
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Author: Glowy
Character(s): Willow
Genre: Adventure... sort of, I guess.
Rating: PG for now, but I have to finish writing it first. It could change.
Warnings: Willow will never be an actual character. Sorry if you like her as much as I do, but it's just not going to happen. Oh, and I may change types of narration from scene to scene. Please don't kill me.
Comments: I'm going to be posting this in separate mini chapter-like installments. This should happen every day or couple of days until the conclusion of the story. Well, I'll post the sections when I'm done with them. |D
Prologue
[/u]If you asked my mother about me, she would tell you that she used to see so much of my father in me. If you asked my sister, she would say that I've always got my head in the clouds. Both would tell you that I'm pathetic, a disgrace, and the most immature out of the three of us. Haha, it's probably a good thing they're not here then, isn't it? I can see why they would think those things about me, though. They've both found themselves nice warm houses and mates that love them, and all I've managed to find is this little tarp and a few scraps of food. Ah, but none of that is important right now. They certainly aren't. They decided I wasn't important a long time ago. All that matters is those sad little kittens huddled behind me and, of course, yourself. My goodness, you're a fright! You look hungry. Come on in and warm yourself up. Oh, and take this. It's not much to eat, but it's all I've got, and you certainly need it more than I do.
Oh, don't let those bells scare you, dear. They go off every so often, whenever the poor elderly human that rings them can manage to pull herself up the stairs. What's that, my name? Oh, my name's not important right now. Listen, you're pretty stressed, and that's not good for a mother with her kittens due so soon. You don't want to scare them out before they're brave enough to say hello to the world all by themselves, do you?
Look, how about I tell you a story, to help you calm down and the like? I know loads of fairy tales. They're great tales for the little one- oh, what's that, miss? You want to hear MY story? Nobody's ever asked for MY story before. Ah, you probably want to know how I got myself into this business, hey? I suppose curiosity would be natural, but- oh, whoah, hey! Slow down with the questions, miss! Alright, alright, I'll tell you my story, though honestly it might bore you to sleep...
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