We were playing extreme charades and i made them write short stories.
theyre epic.



Foxxer Young: BAD STORY IS BAD
Foxxer Young: "Are you lost?" He repeated to the girl.

While leading a suprise attack against the french, Antonio had found a girl, who was
standing over two of his own soilders. Who happen to be dead.

She seem to be coming out of a daze as she fixed her gaze on Antonio.
"I-I don't think so." She murmmered.

Antonio couldn't leave her, in the middle of this raid she'd surely be killed. He took her hand, and pulled her off.
"W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" She yelled. "LET GO OF ME!"

"SHUT UP!" He snapped at her. "You'll die if you stay here!"
She stopped talking.
They remained quiet until he had pulled her all the way back to his camp.
She made her way inside his tent as soon as he pointed it out to her.
He followed her inside to find her poking around his belongings.

"Don't touch tha-"


Foxxer Young: "So are you gonna protect me from now on..?"
She asked seriously.

He paused, was he going to protect his girl he hadn't know. A french girl no less it seemed.


"Yes. I'll do my best"

She smiled.
"My named is Amarante, by the way."



Zaf: One day, Amarante went out for a walk. Who knows why but she did.
As she traveled along the golden brick path, she hummed to herself, skipping merrily along.


Suddenly, Antonio came out of nowhere, appearing right in front of Amarante. She immidiently halted, and stared at him.

"Amarante," Antonia began,
"I have some... bad news for you. You're moving in with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air".

Amarante whistled for a cab and when it came near,
the License plat said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror.
If anything She could say that this cab was rare, but she though, 'nah, forget it.'

"Yo holmes, to Bel-air!"

She pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and she yelled to the cabby,
"Yo holmes, smell you later!"
She looked at her kingdom, as she was finally there.