The Golden WeaselA Story by Ghost DancerUnfinished Story about four of my characters.
"Pass it to me!" Comcille the marten leaped up and caught the ball just before it passed him.
"Nice catch!" Sunbeam, a quiet dragon, congratulated him. "You've gotten better since last time." She stood up and stretched, disturbing the ruddy-haired tomcat sleeping on her back. "Geez, Sunbeam, did you have to move?" He gave the dragon an annoyed look. "Sorry, Pryce," Sunbeam said. "I was getting cramped." Colmcille dropped from the trees above and wrapped his long orange tail around his paws. "You've got to learn to become more relaxed, Pryce," he said. "You're too grumpy and serious." He skittered around on the ground for a little, until Sunbeam stopped him with a paw. "And you," she said, "need to learn how to become a little less relaxed. You've got work, you know." She cuffed him over the head teasingly. "Hey, you guys!" A purple-ish jackal bounded out of the forest. "Guess what I found!" "What?" Pryce asked, pretending to be interested. "Treasure!" The jackal's eyes sparkled. "Oh. I'm sure." Pryce kept his head down. After all, the jackal, who we may call Dark Matter, had a nose for finding less than reputable shops to buy "treasure maps" from. "No, really!" Dark Matter stamped her paw on the ground. "This time, I'm really not kidding." She opened the map with one paw, holding it down with the other. TO BE CONTINUED!
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4 Reviews Added on July 23, 2010 Last Updated on August 2, 2010 AuthorGhost DancerSuperior, COAboutI love writing and drawing, though I'm only okay at both. Well, I suppose I'm better at drawing. I am quite random, it's true, but I really don't care. I like writing Fantasy and Fiction, and I usuall.. more..Writing
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