Chapter 2

Another round, I actually got something down. ok, so, ...saliva covered teeth...

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I let out the most girly, the most craven screech imaginable.
Another drop of saliva dripped onto my nose. I wanted to dash away, but the animal the chompers belonged to would have quickly chased me down. And ripped my to shreds. I gulped.
I shut my eyes. I muttered a prayer.

"What ho, Hound! What poor creature have you cornered now, hm? Ah, haha! Nothing but a girl! For shame, Hound! You do not pounce on young women! It is rude."
The young man in front of me pulled the front of his dapper coat. How stereotypical British, I thought.

"Hmm...little girl with the bonnie brown hair, what is you name?" He held out his pale hand.
I stared at it. I ruminated what I should do next. Oh yeah, take the hand for a lift up.

"My name is Molly Clark, Fiction Extraordinaire." I held my nose high, trying to act impressive.

"Well, Miss Clark, I am Fred Ritz. This is my monster of a dog, The Hound of Ulster. My mother was Irish." He gave me a wink.

"Really?" my eyes grew wide. My eyes drifted back over the looming beast. He stood like a dignified noble. The Hound put my own attempts for an imposing stance to shame. His size was imposing , too. He was an enormous wolf hound, larger than any normal dog should be. Actually, he seemed larger than any dog could be. Why, I could ride the thing like a horse! If I could ride a horse, I thought.

"Miss Clark," Fred placed his hands behind his back, "it looks like rain, tumultuous rain really. Would you like a ride for shelter at my humble abode?"

"Your 'humble abode'?" I said.

"Yes, it is but a hop-skip-and-a-jump, and we are there. And the ride is absolutely safe and exhilarating all at the same time, even if he does look a tad bit menacing." Fred glanced at The Hound. His blond hair scintillated in the the sun beams.

"So, Miss Clark, will you join me for a ride?"

Chapter 1...

Ok, here is an experiment of mine. I am going to write a little bit to this story every time I am on here to see where it leads. I am going to be just as surprised as you will be as to how this will turn out. :)




The storm billowed up on the horizen. I could tell I was in for a ride, and a rough one at that. Oh well, I thought, I enjoy a good storm. Puts some action in my life.

I took my pen and began to scribble nonsense. At least, I thought the rest of the world considered it nonsense. Who wouldn't? Take that back. A friend or two didn't. I didn't let many people read my work. I had tried branching out with my audience, and all I got was ridicule.

"Do the trees have knees?" I muttered savagely and scribbled faster. Criticism was always hard to take. I licked the inside of my teeth. Now what was that word...it meant...Oh pooh! What is it? I needed to get it down before the thunderstorm reached me.

I felt something wet on the part of my long hair. I yanked my head up. The storm was still on the horizen. What could possibly be dripping? Twisting my head up, I screeched.

I saw a mouth full of saliva covered teeth.


Hopefully, to be continued... (Though, I really don't know how.)

Lily Limerick

There once was a pure white lily,
Who acted uncommenly silly,
Then one day,
In the month of May,
She was eaten by a billy.

Just One Scene

My hands gripped the wheel. I glossed my lower lip with my tongue. I relaxed my hands on the wheel. I wiped my hand on my pants leg.

Air forced its way out of my chest. I was not the only one breathing heavy, though. A side glance. Were we ready for this?

A weak smile formed on my face, "It's like a child trying to walk, that's all it is.

But they do fall in the process." I added grimly.

Images of twisted metal imprinted themselves on my brain. Being sixteen was not as easy as I thought it was going to be.

I pushed my brown hair back. I shifted to drive. I pushed the gas.

My driving adventure had begun!