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what you do is post an addition to the story, whether short or long, and then it goes on and on and on. lets make it organized, so spelling plez, be good. and we will do it in chapters and be descriptive and get really engaged. if you dont want this, just write a short sentence and it wont matter about writing skillz to much. so, i know a few of you already know the idea, but if your confused just ask me to explain some more. characters will apear over time so we wont have a list until there is some. lets begin! CHARACTERS: David Claire Cecil There is a valley deep in the mountains, a valley where few have gone. in this valley there is supposedly diamonds and gold. all the riches anyone will ever need...

2011-09-04 10:34:00 Author: nerzdadestroyer Posts: 1527

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There is a valley deep in the mountains, a valley where few have gone. in this valley there is supposedly diamonds and gold. all the riches anyone will ever need. This treasure was somewhat lost however. The sun set down upon the valley and the golden treasure glimmered in the foreground. David looked up. The light in the room had vanished caused by the setting sun. His book was now far to hard to read. Standing up he walked over to the light, he hit the switch and it flickered on. He picked up the paper and read about an advertisement for Austria. "Wonderful holiday destination. Nice people, lovely landscapes and great mountains!" David was intrigued. He had always liked mountain climbing.......

2011-09-04 11:10:00 Author: craigmond Posts: 2426

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There is a valley deep in the mountains, a valley where few have gone. in this valley there is supposedly diamonds and gold. all the riches anyone will ever need. This treasure was somewhat lost however. The sun set down upon the valley and the golden treasure glimmered in the foreground. David looked up. The light in the room had vanished caused by the setting sun. His book was now far to hard to read. Standing up he walked over to the light, he hit the switch and it flickered on. He picked up the paper and read about an advertisement for Austria. "Wonderful holiday destination. Nice people, lovely landscapes and great mountains!" David was intrigued. He had always liked mountain climbing but didn't get to do it often since the accident. as he limped across the room towards the window, he thought about his wife. his dear dear wife. a small tear rolled down his cheek, and he gently brushed it away. "be strong, David, be strong." he whispered to himself, as he rested against the wall, on the side where his left leg should be. " things are gunna get better. there gunna get much better." he gave a small smile and then sat down on the small leather recliner facing the television and closed his eyes. " two more days." he said to himself. he pictured a hospital, and people standing around him. and then he saw a leg where his wasnt. a leg not made from flesh and bone and he smiled again. and then he fell asleep. FRANCE. PARIS. Claire looked out of the window at the narrow cobbled street as the rain came down, hitting the window, making a gentle tapping sound. she sighed...

2011-09-04 12:33:00 Author: nerzdadestroyer Posts: 1527

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Chapter 2 FRANCE. PARIS. Claire looked out of the window at the narrow cobbled street as the rain came down, hitting the window, making a gentle tapping sound, she sighed. All she could think about was that day. She closed her eyes and the rain pattered down upon the window. She remember, she remember how they had loved each other. She remembered how they helped each other. She remembered the avalanche that took her life, and his leg. She couldn't help her, as her eyes spilled a deafening whiteness. Shuddering she walked away from the window and sat down. She missed mountain climbing, but she could never pull herself to do it again after the horrible events that took place. She would constantly try to forget but the horror was still there. Looking in the mirror she saw a different woman. Once a happy, pretty blonde girl. Now a depressed, grim faced woman, with grey hairs from depression. Slowly she walked away. She lay in her bed and gazed at the stars adjacent her. They were different........

2011-09-04 15:11:00 Author: craigmond Posts: 2426

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Chapter 2 FRANCE. PARIS. Claire looked out of the window at the narrow cobbled street as the rain came down, hitting the window, making a gentle tapping sound, she sighed. All she could think about was that day. She closed her eyes and the rain pattered down upon the window. She remember, she remember how they had loved each other. She remembered how they helped each other. She remembered the avalanche that took her life, and his leg. She couldn't help her, as her eyes spilled a deafening whiteness. Shuddering she walked away from the window and sat down. She missed mountain climbing, but she could never pull herself to do it again after the horrible events that took place. She would constantly try to forget but the horror was still there. Looking in the mirror she saw a different woman. Once a happy, pretty blonde girl. Now a depressed, grim faced woman, with grey hairs from depression. Slowly she walked away. She lay in her bed and gazed at the stars adjacent her. They were different than before. this time, darker and weary, like a traveler who had found refuge for the first time in years. at that point, Cecil, her little hazel colored kitten, jumped onto the bed and licked his paws. "oh, Cecil." she said smiling, scratching him between the ears. then there was a knock at the door. Claire looked up surprised. "come on Cecil," she says quietly as she makes her way to the hallway. there was another knock, this time quicker. Claire pulled open the door and squinted at the light from the hallway outside. " yes?" she said. "Hello. Claire?" said the man outside. as her eyes pulled into focus she saw a tall man in a long mac wearing a small fedora. he slowly removed it and looked at her. " yes, i am Claire" she said suspiciously. "sorry?" she rolled her eyes at his New York accent and licked her lips. " I AM CLAIRE," she says again, more clearly. " I'm sorry Claire, I'm not quite used to the french accent yet," he said. " May i come in?" ...

2011-09-04 17:19:00 Author: nerzdadestroyer Posts: 1527

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Chapter 2 FRANCE. PARIS. Claire looked out of the window at the narrow cobbled street as the rain came down, hitting the window, making a gentle tapping sound, she sighed. All she could think about was that day. She closed her eyes and the rain pattered down upon the window. She remember, she remember how they had loved each other. She remembered how they helped each other. She remembered the avalanche that took her life, and his leg. She couldn't help her, as her eyes spilled a deafening whiteness. Shuddering she walked away from the window and sat down. She missed mountain climbing, but she could never pull herself to do it again after the horrible events that took place. She would constantly try to forget but the horror was still there. Looking in the mirror she saw a different woman. Once a happy, pretty blonde girl. Now a depressed, grim faced woman, with grey hairs from depression. Slowly she walked away. She lay in her bed and gazed at the stars adjacent her. They were different than before. this time, darker and weary, like a traveler who had found refuge for the first time in years. at that point, Cecil, her little hazel colored kitten, jumped onto the bed and licked his paws. "oh, Cecil." she said smiling, scratching him between the ears. then there was a knock at the door. Claire looked up surprised. "come on Cecil," she says quietly as she makes her way to the hallway. there was another knock, this time quicker. Claire pulled open the door and squinted at the light from the hallway outside. " yes?" she said. "Hello. Claire?" said the man outside. as her eyes pulled into focus she saw a tall man in a long mac wearing a small fedora. he slowly removed it and looked at her. " yes, i am Claire" she said suspiciously. "sorry?" she rolled her eyes at his New York accent and licked her lips. " I AM CLAIRE," she says again, more clearly. " I'm sorry Claire, I'm not quite used to the french accent yet," he said. " May i come in?" "As long as you wipe those shoes Mr" said Mrs Bucket, Claire's mother in law. Cecil seemed startled...

2011-09-05 15:36:00 Author: jimydog000 Posts: 813

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