A/N:Anyone know *why* FF.net is stopping interactive fics? I think they are
really funny!
Her fingers flexed at the keyboard. Thinking hard, She carefully typed in a word, then, smiling in pleasure, tapped in a string of them. The sound was like music to one of Her race, the gentle flow of a story winding itself into that famous place.
She stopped. The keyboard had stuck, the keys wouldn't move up and down, She.She couldn't do it! Howling with rage at the interuption of Her brain's creative juices, She slammed Her chair back.
Now you could see Her in full. She wore an ankle length robe in a silverblueish substance, that swirled around Her, and changed colours, one minute, deep violet, next, peacock blue. Her figure could not be distinguished underneath it, and the only thing that set Her apart were the slim hands, and the long fingers that were tipped with callouses. Her head and face were shrouded with a hood that was an extension of the gown.
Suddenly, in the tiny chamber, a swirling circle broke open in front of her. It was a whirling mass of colours that made Her feel nausious. Clutching Her stomach, She fell headfirst through the portal, and landed on soft springy grass.
She looked around.
"Oh, please God no!" She yelled, as figures encircled Her.
"Who are you?' Pippin asked, curiously, and She produced a slim card from somwewhere on Her person.
"An Author!" She declaimed, holding it out. On the laminated surface was a small picture of the grey hooded figure, and a small signed statement granting Her Author's liscence.
"wow!" Pippin breathed.
"Only I appear to be rather stuck," She pouted.
Her fingers flexed at the keyboard. Thinking hard, She carefully typed in a word, then, smiling in pleasure, tapped in a string of them. The sound was like music to one of Her race, the gentle flow of a story winding itself into that famous place.
She stopped. The keyboard had stuck, the keys wouldn't move up and down, She.She couldn't do it! Howling with rage at the interuption of Her brain's creative juices, She slammed Her chair back.
Now you could see Her in full. She wore an ankle length robe in a silverblueish substance, that swirled around Her, and changed colours, one minute, deep violet, next, peacock blue. Her figure could not be distinguished underneath it, and the only thing that set Her apart were the slim hands, and the long fingers that were tipped with callouses. Her head and face were shrouded with a hood that was an extension of the gown.
Suddenly, in the tiny chamber, a swirling circle broke open in front of her. It was a whirling mass of colours that made Her feel nausious. Clutching Her stomach, She fell headfirst through the portal, and landed on soft springy grass.
She looked around.
"Oh, please God no!" She yelled, as figures encircled Her.
"Who are you?' Pippin asked, curiously, and She produced a slim card from somwewhere on Her person.
"An Author!" She declaimed, holding it out. On the laminated surface was a small picture of the grey hooded figure, and a small signed statement granting Her Author's liscence.
"wow!" Pippin breathed.
"Only I appear to be rather stuck," She pouted.