Hi All,
I thought it would be a fun idea to start a community writing project here in the forum. All you have to do is think of the next sentence to follow the story. It can be any length of a sentence and can take any genre you like.
I'll start.
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On a cold and windy evening the owl perched on the branch was his only friend.
If Fang were braver he may have considered tearing Stench's throat out and making a run for it. For all the times he had been chased by the hound. Driven away from the scraps of food that he could scavenge from the bins. Instead though he followed on trying to keep pace with Stench. He had never seen him more determined.
"I can smell you hiding behind that tree Fox, come out, I won’t hurt you," Stench growled.
Fox didn't move, he wasn't about to trust the farm's guard dog, his worst enemy yet.
"If you want to live, you will have to come with me. If you stay here and Hecate's owl finds you, then the goddess with suck you dry of your blood."
The Fox got as low to the ground as he could, ready to leap forward and start running.
"I know you can hear me Fang," Stench said as he turned his back to the tree, ready to walk away.
"How do you know my name, and how do you know King Moonstripe?" Fang replied, sticking only his head slightly out.
"There is no time to explain. We need to move, we need to find Blakfur as Moonstripe instructed, and Hecate's owl is not far behind."
"Are you mad? Why would I ever come with you, and look to find Blakfur?"
"Because you’re the only one Blakfur might hesitate a second before killing. I hope that second will be enough for me to mention Moonstripe sent us and not become her dinner."
"Her?"
"Yes her."
"I thought Blakfur was male."
"Everyone does. I'll explain more along the way, but first we need to lose the owl following us," Stench started running deeper into the forest, heading for a nearby lake.
Fang stepped out from behind the tree and started following Stench, making sure he always kept his distance.
Legend said he was descended from the Nephilim of the Dark North
His high cruel cheek bones one of their kinder features.
A myth he of course encouraged. But for now he had Hecate to worry about.
And what horrors the witch was planning to bring across the great divide.