Re-do

Hello, everyone! I jsut wanted to say that me and Juliette are going to re-do the part we last posted. I will post it soon. I am aslo sorry that I haven't been posting ina long, long, long, time! But I promise you all that I'll post it tomorrow. ;) :) Happy New Year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I deleted Ambrose's Story Blog and made Rangar! It will be all about my story Rangar! My first post is out now so check it out!

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas one and all! I hope everyone has a wonderful, super, perfect holiday season! Have a amazing Christmas tomorrow, everybody!

Because of these wild days, I won't be posting for a few days. Just letting you know. I'll probably come back on Sunday or Saturday.

So, once again. Merry Christmas! (And I'll be seeing some of you rather soon!) (And the ones I won't be seeing, I sure wish I could meet up with you!!!!)

more of my story!

"You're leaving so soon? I can't believe it!" said Dolona.

"Oh no!" cried Tara. "No! I'll miss you so much!"

"I want to stay longer, but the King says I have to go now. And I've got to find Father!"

"Then go find him, and good luck!" said Dolona.

Rangar said goodbye and slowly left.

He found King Rincien and the others at the castle.

"Here is a bag of food and supplies. I've got one for Elmeris and Dragorn too." Said the King handing him a bag. Then he pointed to the forest. "The dwarfs were last seen in those woods, not very far away."

"Then lets go!" called Rangar.

Rincien went into the castle and the three of them left.

They found a trail in the leaves as if somebody had been dragging someone through the forest. Every now and then they would spot a drop or two of blood.

"They probably knocked him unconscious and dragged him some where." Said Elmeris.

My second post.

Okay well I am getting a little sick of all the stories I am writing now so I need a new one. But I can not think of any kind of good plot for it. The main character will be a fourteen year old boy named Eldor. I can only seem to come up with ideas for other peoples stories! I have been trying to come up with something for weeks now and I am getting board. I need to write something!!!!!!!!!

More Of The Davis Family!

Sorry for not posting The Davis Fmaily for a while. But here's some more now to make up for it. Guess what? This is the chapter before the last chapter! Soon I'll start writing the second story.

Chapter Twenty: Snow

The day after they left to go home, it became very chilly outside. And everyone had to wear sweaters inside because it was so cold. The girls knitted scarves and sweaters for the winter.

“Do you think it’s going to snow soon, Evelyn?” asked Sarah.

“Maybe, it’s so cold, it’s bound to!” Evelyn shivered.

“You’re right about that.” She replied. Then the girls laughed together.

“That is a pretty scarf your making.” commented Evelyn.

“Thanks.” Sarah blushed. (She was secretly making that scarf to give to her for Christmas). And she hoped the secret didn’t get out. Sarah was a very good knitter and always did it in the winter. It was always her favorite activity to do when she couldn’t play outside because it was too cold. And the only thing she would be doing else was playing dollhouse (Because Rosie begged her to all the time) and baking cookies.

Evelyn always loved to play the piano. But they never had one. And because of that she was very sad. She tried to hide her sadness and love for pianos but sometimes she just couldn’t help it. So she asked Mama for a piano for Christmas but all she said was, “We’ll see.” even though she longed for a piano she loved being with her family just as much. Though Evelyn knew that piano’s coasted way too much. And Papa even lost his job. She hoped very much that he could find a job without moving. And she hoped he would find a new job very, very soon. Evelyn was very sad she felt like crying, but of course she didn’t. She was a thirteen year old.

“What is wrong?” Sarah asked her when she saw that Evelyn was sad.

“I just hope Papa finds a new job soon, that’s all. Don’t worry.” She answered.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.” then they both went back to knitting. Over in the kitchen Jack and everyone younger than him was making Christmas cookies. Joey, though, wasn’t really making the cookies, because he was only basically just eating the dough. But no one cared because he was a baby. But a person or two chuckled a little bit.

Soon Sarah was getting tired of knitting, and started to make some cookies with them. Everyone wished for snow to cheer them up sometime. But it didn’t come that day.

Pirate Story!!! (In Which We Find Jamison Isn't So Bad After All )

Chapter 16: Feeling a Little Bit Better

Sarah woke up in a small room, she blinked in the light. The room was well worth looking at, for there were interesting things everywhere.

A shelf held pieces of driftwood, shells, smooth strange colored rocks, along with other things you might find on exotic beaches. There was a safe with several padlocks on it, several cigar boxes, maps of all sorts, a long curved sword, a fishing spear made by Indians, and an old figure head of a dolphin.

On a desk was a pile of charts and a small framed painting of a young girl with dark hair and sad eyes. His sister. Marie.

Along the wall was a large collection of "Wanted" posters, all starring Jamison. There were ones from France, Spain, England, Italy, and many others, he was wanted for stealing, kidnapping, escaping jail, and many other crimes, none of them murder though...

It was a very cluttered room, but in a pleasant sort of way.

Sarah suddenly realized how sick she was. Then she remembered what had happened. It felt like years ago she was down in the hold. Surely she would have died, had Jamison not come. Well, maybe he wasn't too bad after all...

Then, there was a knock on the door. "Come in!" called Sarah, sitting up. It was Jamison. He looked tired and worn out, but relived. "Ah, good, you're awake. You know, you nearly died."

Sarah nodded.

"You feeling any better now?" he asked

"Aye. A little. How's Skinner?"

"Not very good."

"And everyone else?

"Pretty darn sick."

"Why aren't you?"

"Lady luck." he laughed "I don't know how long it'll last though. David fell last night with it."

So, Jamison was the only well one on the whole ship! Even the captain had come down with it, he told her. This left Jamison alone to care for the sick and run the ship.

There seemed to be no end to the dreadful sickness. It struck you, and never left. Sarah could barely sleep for five minutes before awaking with a fit of coughing and a burning fever.

Sometimes Jamison would come, but not always. There were many others that needed his attention.

One time Sarah was half asleep, burning up with fever. It was hard for her to tell what was real and what wasn't. Horrible dreams haunted her from hour to hour. She was locked in an everlasting battle, and it was pulling her to pieces. At last she fell asleep, but it was not a restful one.

Jamison had heard her cry out, and had come to see what was the matter, he found her asleep but as hot as fire. He looked up at the picture of his sister on the desk. There was no doubt she was probably dead now. All because of pirates, pirates like himself. He suddenly felt angry at himself, like he never had before.

"How could I let this happen?" he whispered "Its all my fault she's here, dying of this blasted illness. How could I have been so thoughtless? She's so...innocent and trusting, or at least she used to be. What am I doing? I've always known its wrong. I've got to stop all this, this life, this cruel trade. I just can't keep living this way!

"But where can I go? The only people who accept me are pirates..." he paused "But I can't keep hurting innocent people..."

Then, Sarah's fever broke, and she relaxed into a real slumber. Jamison sighed a breath of relief.

"How could I do such a thing to her? If she survives this illness, I'll be lucky. I want to make things up with her, but... How could I ever expect her to forgive me?"