a beginning of a good story?

Quentilian

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what do you think... is what im about to type become a good story? plz tell me your thoughts.
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Sitting on the windowsill was a cat. Black as pitch but for two irredesent spots. One was placed exactly between her ears while the other one was a moon on her chest. She looked as if she had not a care in the world, but as you will find, Dear reader, she had plenty....
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To Be Continued.... (maybe)
 
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Thanxs!! i have to write it for english, and i thought maybe i could turn it into a story. (its suppose to be 5 pages max). so once i have another brilliant idea ill post.

Until then dear reader,
Quentilian the Great
 
here is the rest of the first paragraph and first chapter.

Chapter 1
How it all started
Sitting on the windowsill was a cat. She was black as pitch, except for two perfect white iridescent spots. One was placed exactly between her ears, while the other was shaped like shining moon on her chest. She looked as if she had not a care in the world, but as you will find, dear reader, is that she had many. First, was that she had no owners, and, in the cat world, this was a disgrace. Secondly, she did not know where to find an owner or how to take care of herself. She had no family. She was the lowest of the low. Looking out of the window of the abandoned cottage she saw the laughing brook that she had often played in as a kitten, and beyond the brook was the lush woods where her owners had disappeared. As she looked at these things and thought these thoughts, her eyes filled with a deathly sadness. In these moments she finally realized that she was alone in the world and she would never find a place she could call home. With all these things swirling around in her head she fell into a very unrestful sleep.
When she awoke she found herself on the windowsill. Wondering how she had gotten there she remembered last night in a flash. She also realized that she had woke up
like this before. It had been the day her owners disappeared. The day her that her life had changed forever. As she got up she wondered where the flower pot that was next to her the night before had gone. Looking around she spotted it on the floor some distance away. The flower pot itself was broken, but the actual flower was intact. In fact it was starting to bloom. She tried to remember what the flower was called when there came a crashing noise from outside, not unlike the slamming of a car door. Humans are coming! Was
the first thought that ran though her mind. Jumping down she ran into the spare
bedroom and hid under the bed. Her heart was beating rapidly and taking deep
quivering breaths she started to calm down. Footsteps sounded on the hardwood
floors. The humans slowly came into the house, sounding as if they were walking in for
a funeral. They started talking to each other quietly. Straining to hear what it was they
were talking about, the cat leaned closer, but still could not make out what they were
saying. Then, they started walking towards the spare bedroom.
The cat could just make out what they were saying now, and what they said scared
her.
"I wonder what happened to their cat?" It was a man's voice. "Nightwitch was her
name right?"
A woman's voice answered, "yes it was Nightwitch wasn't it. Mmm.... If we find her
here I think I will keep her."
The footsteps stopped, but the voices didn't.
"Her name makes her sound unfriendly, but sis said she was a lap cat." Said the man. Now she knew who these invaders were! They were her owners' siblings. They were
probably here to take care of her owners belongings until they got back... If they ever
did. A flicker of hope went through her. That hope was quickly dashed
"Yes. It does...." The woman sounded distracted "This room is beautiful, and that bed
looks comfy."
From under the bed, Nightwitch watched the woman's feet came towards the bed.
Dashing out from under the bed, Nightwitch ran past the woman and then the man.
She was right. Nightwitch could hear them running after her. Nightwitch kept running until she reached the tree by which her owners had disappeared. Just when she reached the tree she felt a weird feeling like a buzzing sort of feeling/sound. Then she
felt herself disappearing. Feeling terribly frightened that she was dying. By how or what she did not know. All Nightwitch knew is that she was leaving, and maybe, just maybe, she will find her owners were she is going now. Suddenly the feeling was over. It was
so sudden, Nightwitch thought, but yet it felt like a eternity. Then a different feeling
came to her. It made her feel as if she could fly, and she did. Nightwitch opened her
eyes and she was flying! It was then that she knew what happened. She, Nightwitch,
had become a spirit of the forest!
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AUTHORS NOTE: i think i might turn the humans into burgulars... what do you peoples think?
 
so what do you think? plz answer meeee!!!!!!!!!!!*pouts* i need my readers :( ! as i alway like to say to myself 'give me readers or give me death' !! though i prefer readers.... by the way i think i should say tha this is a extremely rough draft anything may change ill post the changes to see what y'all think. if you don't like the change or have ideas for me pm me.
 
Interesting to say the least. What is a spirit of the forest, exactly? Is it supossed to be like one of the creatures from Narnia--a wood-dryad type thing?
 
Lost Dreamer said:
Interesting to say the least. What is a spirit of the forest, exactly? Is it supossed to be like one of the creatures from Narnia--a wood-dryad type thing?
youll have to wait and find out!! :D i believe noble sleeper is your story missy so when will you update. i don't live forever you know.

what are you talking about machinist? i might change the peoples to robbers, and i want it to be a early morning or late evenning.
g2g
Quentilian
 
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