I sit on

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I sit on

I sit on the edge of the treehouse, feet swinging. I remember how Papa and I built this treehouse when I was only a child. Now I'm 17. Papa went off to war long ago, and was killed with one single shot. Mama; I don't remember having one. And Geo, she got into a car crash. Now I'm all alone. House has been destroyed somehow; I don't know, so I live in Brittown, the treehouse. House has become a wood, and surround Brittown. Brittown is in the wild woods of Canada. I eat native berries, black and ras and the like. Winter: I hibernate, like the Bears of the wood. I have adapted quite well: My dark brown hair has thickened to keep me farm, my formally pale skin has became a brown that won't be burnt and has toughened so it doesn't get hurt so easily, and my brown eyes see better in the night. 

submitted by Serenity
(August 1, 2016 - 10:42 pm)

back to the Inkwell

That is well-wriiten! I enjoyed that. Will you post more?

submitted by Daisy
(August 2, 2016 - 6:07 am)

TOP.

I hear the rumble of a machine-but it sounds like no car and a car hasn't passed by in a long time. It is coming closer. Someone gets out and starts to cut down trees, leaving only stumps behind. Trees: my friends. Person comes closer and closer to Brittown. I jump down and run. I run as fast as I can, until I can no longer hear the sound. I am on the edge of road. 

submitted by Serenity
(August 2, 2016 - 1:36 pm)

Is this your favorite story you have written? Because I LOVVE it!

submitted by Hornhead, age 8, Chicago
(August 3, 2016 - 12:52 pm)

This is really good! Keep up the great work!

submitted by Cockleburr
(August 2, 2016 - 8:17 pm)

A car roars by. Another one comes and rolls down its windows. It stops.

"Hello!"

"Who are you?"

"I'm Serenity."

"I'm Jen. What are you doing here?"

"I have no family, and Home was about to get destroyed.

"Brent? I think we need to take in a new foster child."

"But, the last one just left."

"This is kind of an emergency."

"Fine."

"Serenity, hop on in. Get buckled."

I slowly and cautiously get into the car. I play around with buckle a bit until it works.

"Honey, we are foster parents. That means we take you in until you find a home. You're coming with us, okay?"

"Okay."

And it was the start of New Life. 

 

submitted by Serenity
(August 3, 2016 - 6:46 pm)