Happy Halloween! =D
I hope that your costumes are magnificent, and I would really like to see them. To what did you wear them? Is there candy and fun involved?
I apologize for the excessive absence of updates. Page four had what I thought was irreparable damage, but my friends in the lab assured me that the text could be salvaged. That process, however, takes a careful hand and much time. Fortunately, it is almost finished.
Have a marvelous weekend!
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Chapter 1, page 3
The three exchanged looks then glanced around while quietly getting closer together. A stick snapped nearby. Bushes and branches rustled. A strange noise seemed to be very close. A flock of birds vacated a tree. The sisters were now back to back...to back. Vera turned to face her sisters, "Who farted?"
Before either could laugh or reply, a projectile grazed Mikaela's shoulder. She yelled and started throwing rocks in the direction she thought it had come from. Vera and ___ approached her slowly, telling her to calm down, it was ___ that farted and it was probably just a bee sting. Mikaela backed up toward the tree to lean on one, trying to calm down and not be calmed down. And someone landed on her from above.
It was clearly an agent of the enemy. [It wore the usual uniform and carried multiple fire arms.] Mikaela shoved it off and scrambled to get up. Vera already had a knife out and ___ had her very large (and very pain-inflicted according to a side note) staff. Vera threw her knife, sticking the agent in the back; ___ swung at it and very appropriately whacked his shoulder. The agent was on its knees, Mikaela was back on her feet and turned around in time to see the agent smack its head on an oddly --but conveniently placed-- rocked. The trio was wide-eyed and panting.
Wordlessly they stripped the agent of useful items: guns, backpack, jacket, flashlight and a few other miscellaneous supplies. No need to dispose of the body. Animals and insects left it alone. The news had made it clear many months ago that the prototype was efficient even in death since it dissolves into "environmentally friendly" gas in just a few hours.
Leaning on each other, they surveyed the area. Then they gathered up their loot and headed home whistling. Again, the birds sang.
Before either could laugh or reply, a projectile grazed Mikaela's shoulder. She yelled and started throwing rocks in the direction she thought it had come from. Vera and ___ approached her slowly, telling her to calm down, it was ___ that farted and it was probably just a bee sting. Mikaela backed up toward the tree to lean on one, trying to calm down and not be calmed down. And someone landed on her from above.
It was clearly an agent of the enemy. [It wore the usual uniform and carried multiple fire arms.] Mikaela shoved it off and scrambled to get up. Vera already had a knife out and ___ had her very large (and very pain-inflicted according to a side note) staff. Vera threw her knife, sticking the agent in the back; ___ swung at it and very appropriately whacked his shoulder. The agent was on its knees, Mikaela was back on her feet and turned around in time to see the agent smack its head on an oddly --but conveniently placed-- rocked. The trio was wide-eyed and panting.
Wordlessly they stripped the agent of useful items: guns, backpack, jacket, flashlight and a few other miscellaneous supplies. No need to dispose of the body. Animals and insects left it alone. The news had made it clear many months ago that the prototype was efficient even in death since it dissolves into "environmentally friendly" gas in just a few hours.
Leaning on each other, they surveyed the area. Then they gathered up their loot and headed home whistling. Again, the birds sang.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Chapter 1, page 2
She used to stop by the stream before heading back to the hill. She'd wash out all the blood from the arrows or knives so as to spare her sisters from the gruesome idea of killing. Thankfully she could say killing, and not murdering, a slight but significant difference. She didn't want her sisters to have to experience the idea of killing, but one day about three months ago, it couldn't be helped.
They had just gotten done picking through the brush for blackberries and were headed back to the hill. [Translator's note: There is a note here about how they are "aware of the fact that staying in one place for an extended time, especially in hunting grounds, is dangerous and to spare" them the lecture. In this side note, the speaker, I assume, is the eldest sister, if not all three of them.] It was late summer or early fall and the birds were doing their seasonal whistle. They strolled into a clearing. It had almost knee high grass and it was colorful, though there were no flowers. Vera was about to remark upon the sudden lack of flowers when the woods fell silent.
They had just gotten done picking through the brush for blackberries and were headed back to the hill. [Translator's note: There is a note here about how they are "aware of the fact that staying in one place for an extended time, especially in hunting grounds, is dangerous and to spare" them the lecture. In this side note, the speaker, I assume, is the eldest sister, if not all three of them.] It was late summer or early fall and the birds were doing their seasonal whistle. They strolled into a clearing. It had almost knee high grass and it was colorful, though there were no flowers. Vera was about to remark upon the sudden lack of flowers when the woods fell silent.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Coming soon...
An update will come in the next few days. I've just not had time to sit down and translate, but it will come.
Also, this is rather exciting: http://tinyurl.com/cujpf7
The next book in The Hunger Games, called Catching Fire, will finally get here on the first of September. While that is a very long time to wait, I'm pumped that we at least know when it's coming.
Have an awesome day!
Also, this is rather exciting: http://tinyurl.com/cujpf7
The next book in The Hunger Games, called Catching Fire, will finally get here on the first of September. While that is a very long time to wait, I'm pumped that we at least know when it's coming.
Have an awesome day!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Chapter 1
I didn't want it to come to this, she thought as she shot the man from her spot up in the tree. She climbed down and walked to him to retrieve the arrow. "It wasn't always like this. I wasn't always like this." She yanked the arrow out of his chest - his heart, to be specific - and walked out to the trail. She liked the woods. She always had. She and her sisters took to them when possible. Well, they used to. Now they were always in the forest.
There was no choice. They couldn't live in a house anymore. Too easy to target in a house. So they kept moving around, killing the enemy along the way. After all, an agent of the enemy is easy to spot. The birds never make a sound when one is within a mile. She wandered further from the trail and deeper into the woods. Despite the horrible war going on, the fact that they lived in a hole in a hill comforted her. She had always wanted to live in a hobbit hole.
Nearing the hill, she whistled their three note tune, but poorly. She couldn't whistle as well as the other two could. Vera could call a flock of birds to sing - or whistle - with her. And ____ [name of other sister yet to be translated], she could whistle just fine, but most animals just listened to her without musical prompt. Crazy sisters.
There was no choice. They couldn't live in a house anymore. Too easy to target in a house. So they kept moving around, killing the enemy along the way. After all, an agent of the enemy is easy to spot. The birds never make a sound when one is within a mile. She wandered further from the trail and deeper into the woods. Despite the horrible war going on, the fact that they lived in a hole in a hill comforted her. She had always wanted to live in a hobbit hole.
Nearing the hill, she whistled their three note tune, but poorly. She couldn't whistle as well as the other two could. Vera could call a flock of birds to sing - or whistle - with her. And ____ [name of other sister yet to be translated], she could whistle just fine, but most animals just listened to her without musical prompt. Crazy sisters.
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