Hey everybody! I just got this crazy idea of a weird way of putting a story together. I will start by writing a sentence, and then you can add to it by continuing in the comment section. Here it goes:
The grey hills steamed with a mist: not a dull, dreary one, but one as if it were going off to war.
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Harold gazed into the fog-laden distance. Somewhere in it, the Welsh Woad Raiders were gathering, preparing themselves for battle by screaming their chilling screams.
In any place you looked the faces were hardened. It was no place for woman or child. Yet somehow I was there only 17 myself.
The heavy vapors wafted across our bodies creating an armorlike glistening enhanced by the dawning dual suns now at apogee.
Harold began to wonder: Is my life supposed to make sense?
And then, it came! The roaring thunder, the crack of lightning! No ray of sunlight was to be seen on the dark, militant horizon.
Somewhere, somehow, the enemy had gotten a wizard...
"Oh no!" cried the giant, "I left my wizard at home! I guess I'll have to resort to using these little guys to do my fighting."
This news was not sweet to Harold's ears.
And that was not all he heard.
A piercing shriek of a banshee echoed off of the stoney mountain peeks.
The latest turn of events was very disturbing to Fr. Stuart. He promptly reported everything to his superiors.
However, his superiors were not listening, Harold's voice being tuned out.
The Church in England was very independant, after all.
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