Would you like to read this if it was a book? The cold silent night fell on the ice road. A wise man waited with a small group of Scouting. The creatures of darkness waited a few moments before guards come. the smell of stale air felt relieved that the dwarf is in sight, the man behind them and elves.
All alert and protect the high elves. An arrow that pierces the skull of a soldier, but the high elf was so much stronger than your ordinary warrior. He had defeated both powerful and deadly Warlock half a century. One mistake and the attempt would leave the good death. He focused on a magic arrow and whispered: "The fire is in the skull of the high elf."
The arrow flew through the air and made the mark on the head of the High Elf. Instantly, the magic sage took effect.
The elf fell from his horse and began to draw his last breaths. While the guard looked at his chest awareness for the last time.
All were surprised by this unplanned event the high elf was nothing more but the story
The chaos spread like wildfire. One side of many elves declared a "War was necessary human and dwarves." On the other side of the man and the dwarves were angry about elves to blame for the death of high elf. "There were many elves who could save" said many men and dwarves.
Many miles away Vicky woke from a nightmare. He saw and heard the rain pound the ground as he looked out for the deserted road. The sun had not risen, but it felt like a warm sense of home plant. It appeared that age had passed since the moment he had his family seem to love. He had been for many years, he has been in contact with the elves. A smile was always on the elf's face when he remembered the house. The hills and mountains of Rushmore. He returned home today, and that was final.
It would take the house cut short. A road more dangerous but much faster. The rumor was that many people had been killed on the road lately.
Slowly, admiring the works for a couple of times shortly. He began to move away from them and closer to Rushmore. He praised the local post man with a simple sign, who responded in the same gesture with "hello Vic.
Vicky smiled and said: "So you also, and with good Jack."
Jack asked curiously "good?"
"Yeah, I'm going home for good." Said Vicky smiling devilishly.
Well ok by. Yelled the factor behind Vicky.
The house was a way of Vicky could never forget, even if it had been half a century since his last use. He went to the local stable and bought a pony for 5 gold coins.
Everything Toke on this adventurous journey was a bow and arrows, a little gold and a sharp sword.
No, I do not want to read more
No, but you can enter your first sentence of the first annual competition for worst sentence.
I'd like to read ... but it's a little difficult to say that we have no knowledge of the conspiracy. If there were only these two paragraphs I do not know ... lol. If this is the beginning of a story, the first paragraph is a bit fragile. I can see is a hook (certainly see some impact by Christopher Paolini, Tolkien), but u just sort of throw it out there and every1 is like u wat do mean? In addition, the second paragraph of your story (if any) to add more details and exposure to Vicky.
Posted on March 6, 2010.
