I am starting a story as a challenge to anyone who wants to participate. Read the story I have written and add to the story by going to the comment section. If comments have already been made (the story has been added upon already), read the comments and add the next part of the story. If you wish to submit an illustration for the story, please email Sioux with a gif or jpg of your illustration. This challenge begins today, December 14, 2006 and goes through January 6, 2007, at which time I will compile the story with illustrations on a separate website. OK? Here is the beginning of the story...oh, the story has no title, so please email me with a title you think is appropriate, and I will pick the one I like best:
The night was excruciatingly cold, and the youth had only a threadbare woolen shirt that had been his grandfather’s. He trudged along the icy lane praying it would lead him to the hamlet of Routh on the western moors of Yorkshire.
The youth’s name was Robin, and he had traveled for many hours. He was only twelve, but Robin was immensely wise for his years, and he was extremely commonsensical. He did not believe in anything he could not see, and he trusted no one.
Robin was an apprentice to John the Wood and had been learning the craft of cabinet making. But John had accused Robin of stealing food, and before the sheriff could be summoned, Robin had slipped away in the night.
Robin plodded slowly along the twisting, winding track when suddenly a bright light began glowing through the copse before him. Robin stopped and rubbed his exhausted eyes.