Storytime

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I have looked at a few of the games on the forums and I thought I might start one of my own... I am not sure if someone has come up with something like this before or not, if so I am really sorry for being so ignorant...

How this game works: I will start it by saying a short story, which is also an "entry". The next person to comment can either use words or do a picture or a mixture of both of those to continue the story, and so on. If someone feels that the story has gotten out of hand, simply say "The End" and start up a new story.

Rules:
1. You may use "language" if the words have at least two stars in them.
2. Do NOT get upset with other players for taking the story a different direction than you would. With that said, you can still make friendly comments saying that you would have taken it a different direction.
3. Be creative and go crazy with it. Have fun!!
4. Other comments should be in (parentheses.) I will have an example comment after my entry.

My starter entry: It was rather a dusky evening, with only my pony and puppy dog lurking about the ranch. This year had been a tough year with having to sell the farm. Within the next few days, even my ranch house and lot would be gone. All I will have when it comes to that is Macy, my Dalmatian puppy, and Tricotta, my appaloosa. If you couldn't already tell, my favorite "colors" are black and white and I LOVE spots.

(There you have the first entry. Have fun!! Hugs Forever :@) Lacare)

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and as the night grew darker and almost endless it became incressingly apparnt that Macy would keep me safe, from the horrors the lurked in the dark...

Yes, Creepers lurked in the dark, I ran with all my might, Macy clutching me close, in a desperate bid to escape them...

there was a noise from the back door and Macy started to growl...

(Yay!)
I decided to investigate, although I was terrified, to see what the sounds were.

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I quickly found a lantern and flashed it on. I slowly moved towards the sounds. Not only did Macy bark, but she barked at a pack of dogs, led by a wolf. Frightened, I gasped, grabbed Macy and hopped on Tricotta, we galloped away. But the sounds grew stronger...

(Cliffhanger! YAY!)

(Haha)
I remembered the days when I was younger. My goals with Tricotta and Macy were to try and outrun the train that would chug it's way up to a hill out far behind the ranch. Of course, we never beat the train but that may have been training for now.
"Faster, Tricotta..." I whispered into her ear watching Macy out the corner of my eye...

It seemed as though we had only traveled farther into the sound. We turned around and heard the same, No matter which way we went, we were trapped. I pinched myself, hoping I'd wake up, but to no avail. I didn't stop. I kept going. My new plan was to find the source of the noise, or the wolves...

(I LOVE THIS STORY!!!!!)

the baying of the wolves grew nearer and I could feel their icy stare...

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I felt Tricotta fall. What had happened? Was she bitten? I smelt the wolves moist fur and gulped...

they drew nearer, salavating at the mouth, they were foaming, mainge ridden wolves, and they were hungry...

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I fell with Tricotta, sliding to her side. A teardrop slid down my face. It was warm and tasted of salt. I could not control it; the anger that built up inside of me at these creatures...

My glance slowly drifted toward Macy. SHe was in a tangle trying to protect me from the dogs. She seemed to be fighting for her life. Why was she doing this. Tricotta "neighed" and shortly after, a herd of wild horse came to help Macy. I slipped away from the dust flying, and called my friend...

(Aries273 Nice siggy

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Macy shortly escaped as the fight between horses and wolves continued. I watched as the small herd was losing ground and would shortly find themselves retreating. I pulled Tricotta from the ground, although I could tell she was still injured. "Please Tric, get up..." I begged, using her nickname. She attempted to stand but the injury was far too great for her to pull herself up. "Please..." I whimpered again, Macy barking at her to stand...