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Help me create a book/ short story!!!! I will write a passage and then you will write anther passage and then the story goes on and on....
The thin moon shines through the trees, illuminating a small girl in pigtails. She is running, her pigtails flying behind her. "Run!" she yells, panting. The girl slows. She stops at a gnarled oak tree. She Twists two knobs. A secret door flys open. A voice from inside the tree says- "What is your name and age?" " My name is De Meia Lua Lua" Answers the girl. "The Cresent Moon. And I am six." Ten years later.....
submitted by H.S. Crooney, age 10, tennis
(July 14, 2015 - 8:03 am)
(July 14, 2015 - 8:03 am)
"What is your name and age?" That all too familiar voice asks from within the tree.\
"Unlce Peter!! Its me!!" The girl says with a laugh and steps in, the door closing behind her.
"Ah, just my little angel," He chuckles and walks with her down the twisting staircase.
"Will we ever leave?" She asks, the 'we' being all the underground refugees from the war.
He sighs, "Soon Meia." What he didn't tell her is he was old, and probably wouldn't make it. "No I have to go back up, it sounds like someone else is at the door."
"I'm coming!" She shouts, and whips around, shooting back up the stairs. Peter sighs with a smile on his face and follows, much slower. When he arrives at the top Meia has the door opened and a very handsome, but dirty, young man, about 17 or 18, staggers in. "Simon...-" He starts, but never finishes. He falls into Meia's arms. "Uncle....
(July 14, 2015 - 12:12 pm)