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Work In Progress - Living Fiction MeMe...

So, this isn't an original idea, but I'm curious where it will take people, if they reply, or if it will go anywhere at all. That being said, here goes!

Add three or more lines of text to the following, starting a story. Let the zanniness begin!

Warm breath easily turned to frost in the frigid air. The trees were covered snow, their branches piled so high that they threatened to avalanche anytime something made a noise. We tried out best to cover our footprints in the snow, but our best was not enough. The tracks could still be seen, or at least the remnants of them. Any good tracker could follow them.

(Have at it!)

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darthbek
Aug. 7th, 2004 09:54 am (UTC)
We had no time to stop and appreciate the moonlight glinting off the fresh snow. We had no time to stop and make sure our tracks disappeared. No, we didn't have that luxury since, in the distance, we could hear them, coming. They were always coming, their foul breath wafting on the winter breezes, their cries chilling where the cold wind could not.
snarlingbadger
Aug. 7th, 2004 12:19 pm (UTC)
It had always been, for longer than the oldest member of our group could remember. Stories had been passed down, of a child, or an older person, too tired to continue, lying down in the snow, and the howls, as they came upon the small body, tore into our very souls, and kept us moving another hour, another day.
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