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Budding Ideas
A journal for my character sketches, lists of ideas, and other inspirations.
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Entry #404772, added on 02-05-06 @ 1:24 pm EST
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Stunted BeginningsEntry #404772
Three story beginnings that haven't gone any further


She approached the Well with trepidation. Whatever, whoever was in its depths was still alive.

It was up the her to finish the victim off.

After all, there was no coming back from the Well once you went into it.

Her hand brushed the cold stone rim. The icy sour breeze shifted her hair into her face, obscuring her vision momentarily.

A thin voice like the sound of sighing mice whispered up from the Well's depths.

"Help meeeee..."

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The glimmer dust was fading. She could no longer see into the length of the alley.

"He got away", spat Morger.

Pelly wasn't going to give up as easily.

~Come with me. I have an idea.~ Her hands fluttered the words.

"Eh?"

She pulled on the snark-twig's arm, drawing him away from the alley. It took ten minutes of waiting before Pelly saw the glimmer-dusted head peered around the corner.

Morger pounced. His fingers traced quick sigals in the air and the willow pixie was trapped in a small cage of red light.

"Gotchya!" His smile was evidence of the pride he took in his job.

But Pelly suddenly had a very bad feeling over the whole pursuit and capture of the tiny being. It cemented itself into reality when the pixie's Master appeared on the scene....

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"We're the last living souls." Tip's voice echoed dully inside the cave. Spike clutched at her shawl uneasily.

"How did it come to this?" she whispered, mostly to herself. Deep within her heart, she already knew the answer.

"I don't think I need to tell you why, Spike." Tip smoothed a hand over his horns, a habit that betrayed his inner turmoil.

"Can we at least go to the Great Temple of Katanosha? That way I'll know for sure." She fingered the prayer beads in her pocket hopefully.

Tip smiled at her in the gloomy light of the cave.

"Of course. If we start out now, we'll reach the Outer Gates by morning."

With that, the unlikely pair set off at an unhurried pace. Neither one had sensed the Wrayth hiding behind one of the natural stone columns. It had overheard their every word.....

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