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It Takes a Community to Raise a Story...
One story to rule them all
one story to find them
one story to bring them all
and in the light of writingforums.com bind them!
Each member of the forums may contribute only up to seven sentences to the story. This will be different from most, since--I mean, we are writers--we will make a story arc and the such unconsciously and while on the move (or "write").
Anyone may contribute. You may not contribute a section to the story if it includes racism/sexism/anything of an offensive nature. Keep the content as far away from lewd as possible, though lewd humor is allowed (paradoxical? O well).
May the writing begin!
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Dire screams permeated the cool night air; the sound of metal on metal resounded through the forest. Roused by the noise, Rochelin de Lefebvre rubbed groggily at his eyes and reached for his dagger. Through the darkness of his tent he could make out only one small, hunched figure.
"Geoffrey?"
His broad-shouldered friend didn't reply. A broadsword was...
rbradley's contribution:
"Y-Yyes sir. Tis' I, Geofferey," he exclaimed as he pulled his long swored from the back of a would be assassin. Geofferey stood glued in position but only 10 yards from the entrance to the tent. Slowly, like a man who's done this a thousand times, he sheathed his sword and nelt at the ready. Geofferey's eyes scouted the terrain before him as he spoke, "Your brother insists that I keep you safe while you're on your quest, sir knight."
Just then a single arrow cut through the canvas of the tent.......
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