Post by mosesxsandorx247 on Dec 22, 2009 15:21:16 GMT -5
This is an fanfic that's in progress at the moment, and maybe if I like where it goes I can make it an actual recorded story, like an AudioBook. XD
The morning sun dawned on a small village farm, casting a brilliant warm glow on the ground around it. A boy could be seen sleeping soundly within its worn walls, blissfully unaware that it would soon be interrupted.
“Robin! Wake up you dolt!” The door to his room slammed open, and a fiery girl with sky blue hair tied in twin braids and clashing aurora purple eyes stormed in, bringing with her an incredible storm of early-morning rage. The boy, Robin, her twin brother, sat up slowly, eyes still closed. His scarlet shoulder-length red hair was tousled with the tosses and turns of sleep, and opening his green eyes revealed them to be wide and innocent.
“Sophie, its morning?” Even his voice was gentle, and it took all she had to not squeal when she saw his expression.
“Yes its morning! Mother’s waiting, so let’s go! Get dressed!” With that, she slammed the door behind her, making poor Robin wince and get out of bed. His small stature, only natural for being a boy of twelve, made him often ridiculed, but he would take it in good spirit. Robin was never one to let insults get to him, merely brushing them off as constructive criticism that told him what he had to do to get better. He dressed in a bright yellow polo shirt and black pants, putting his hair back in a ponytail that rested at his mid back. He smiled at his reflection in the window and nodded, heading out to where his mother and sisters were waiting.
“There you are,” Azel called in her airy way. “I’m glad to see you’re finally up.” His eldest sister, age 21, had the same long red hair as he did, except curlier and it reached all the way down to her waistline. She was incredibly spacey, however, so it was hard to believe she was as old as she was. “We know Roella would have eaten it all.”
“Would not!” The next youngest, Roella, shouted from her spot at the table. At sixteen, her voluptuous appeal was not to be taken lightly; nearly all the teenage boys were after her. She had the sky blue hair of their grandfather, except it was tied in two pigtails at the sides of her head, bright green eyes sparkling with mischief. Robin smiled, forever used to her bubbly personality and love of eating. “If anything, Sophie over here will rage on the food and destroy it!” he offered, making his sister lunge at him and noogie his head violently.
If anyone thinks it's good or has any advice to offer, please let me know. x3 I answer questions too.
The morning sun dawned on a small village farm, casting a brilliant warm glow on the ground around it. A boy could be seen sleeping soundly within its worn walls, blissfully unaware that it would soon be interrupted.
“Robin! Wake up you dolt!” The door to his room slammed open, and a fiery girl with sky blue hair tied in twin braids and clashing aurora purple eyes stormed in, bringing with her an incredible storm of early-morning rage. The boy, Robin, her twin brother, sat up slowly, eyes still closed. His scarlet shoulder-length red hair was tousled with the tosses and turns of sleep, and opening his green eyes revealed them to be wide and innocent.
“Sophie, its morning?” Even his voice was gentle, and it took all she had to not squeal when she saw his expression.
“Yes its morning! Mother’s waiting, so let’s go! Get dressed!” With that, she slammed the door behind her, making poor Robin wince and get out of bed. His small stature, only natural for being a boy of twelve, made him often ridiculed, but he would take it in good spirit. Robin was never one to let insults get to him, merely brushing them off as constructive criticism that told him what he had to do to get better. He dressed in a bright yellow polo shirt and black pants, putting his hair back in a ponytail that rested at his mid back. He smiled at his reflection in the window and nodded, heading out to where his mother and sisters were waiting.
“There you are,” Azel called in her airy way. “I’m glad to see you’re finally up.” His eldest sister, age 21, had the same long red hair as he did, except curlier and it reached all the way down to her waistline. She was incredibly spacey, however, so it was hard to believe she was as old as she was. “We know Roella would have eaten it all.”
“Would not!” The next youngest, Roella, shouted from her spot at the table. At sixteen, her voluptuous appeal was not to be taken lightly; nearly all the teenage boys were after her. She had the sky blue hair of their grandfather, except it was tied in two pigtails at the sides of her head, bright green eyes sparkling with mischief. Robin smiled, forever used to her bubbly personality and love of eating. “If anything, Sophie over here will rage on the food and destroy it!” he offered, making his sister lunge at him and noogie his head violently.
If anyone thinks it's good or has any advice to offer, please let me know. x3 I answer questions too.