I slipped into my cloak and headed out the back door. I swung it open quickly which stopped it from creaking. My feet touched the hard stone pathway, and I hoped I wouldn’t slip on the pebbles that were scattered everywhere. I shut the door, and backed up a ways. I always needed a running start to jump over the fence. It was a short chain link fence, and the gate that lead into the back garden always raddled when it was opened. I skidded across the dead leaves and hopped over the fence with only an inch to spare. I dashed into the underbrush and started to run. I followed the path I had created until the area of cleared leaves ended, and I was left with the decision to either return home or keep going until dawn broke, and I could rest. I did not want to go back, if my father found out that I ran off again, he would beat me until I bled. It had happened before, and I still have the scars to prove it.

Yah, more to come!



Here is the first part of Chapter 1. Thanks...


The sun rose slowly behind the mountains, finally I could rest. I slumped down against a tree and closed my eyes. I had made it to crooked creek, a small stream that cut through the forest. It was surrounded by trees, so you had plenty of privacy. Not that it really mattered since it was about 4 miles into the forest. The water crashed over algae covered stones, and into a small pool of water that was off to the left side. When I awoke, the sun was almost directly above my head, so I guessed it was around 12 pm midday. I walked over to the stream, cupped my hands and splashed some water on my face. I figured I had better stay here the rest of the day and then travel by night. I rummaged around in my sack until I found the loaf of bread I had borrowed from my father. After my meal, I rinsed my clothes and hung them on a stiff branch to dry out; meanwhile I bathed in the river. I dove into the depths of the creek, which were surprisingly deep, considering it was only about 8 foot wide. Beautiful, golden fish swam by in schools. I practiced holding my breath, and reached one minute, nine seconds. It wasn’t my best time yet, but my head felt like it was going to implode. I swam over to the small pool, and shifted around on a rock and just thought a while. I loved to think, about life, about my past, about my mother. By early evening my clothes were dry, just as I was. I slipped back into them and decided to read a while. I loved to read, any kind of book, really. You get lost in your own little world, and no one can force you out.

Hours past, and finally I decided it was dark enough to travel. The gray clouds filled the sky, so I had no light to see by. I stepped swiftly through the crunching leaves and twigs. I came to the path that I had memorized by heart and followed it back to the main road. I dare not go back to the house; my father was probably sitting on my bed, waiting for me. My path of rocks and sand lead to cobblestones. Thunder rumbled and drops of crystals began to fall from the sky. Just my luck, to be caught in a rainstorm. My instincts told me to start for the closest building, but that would be home. So I just started to walk, I had no idea where anything was, I had never been in the village. Up ahead, after what felt like hours, a shape began to appear. I was a building, but what building? Soaked from the rain, and as tired as ever, I ran for it. I tried the front doors first, locked. But there was a sign above the door which read Public Library. My life flip flopped. How great was this? Shelter, with all the books I could read…if I could get in. I went around to the back, those doors were locked too. I looked at all the windows on the first story, closed and locked. But I saw a second story window that was cracked open just a tiny bit. I climbed up the nearest tree, and slid onto the branch that seemed to reach toward the window. It was as if the tree wanted me to climb onto the sill and into the Library. I reached for the ledge, and slipped off of the branch. Grabbing for the window, I lifted it up and pushed my self through. Heaving, I slid onto the floor and reached up to close the window. It creaked, and the sound echoed throughout the library with a sickening crack at the end. Two window panes were cracked, and one was broken. I didn’t worry about it, who would notice?


Hoope you like it....Its my first fantasy. :)

PLEASE dont double post the same topic in different sections!

It does need some work (it's sort of brief) but I think you do have a good story line. P.S. You spelled rattle wrong.

yeah.. it is an OK story but it does need a bit of work

Hi!
Great start, but you might want to fix the flow a bit. Make it longer, make it move more easily. Don't write in massive paragraphs o' death. And add an engaging intro, because this one is a little boring.
Good luck!
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