Jus a little movment from bluejay. Little story I moved painfully pulling myself out of a pile of thorns but it was worth it, my tattered pants and T-shirt provided no protected from the thorns to when I got up I had blood all over my body I followed with the most amout of caution I could not to alert the deer I had been tracking for one and a half days now and I was running low on food THUD! The bolt fired from my crossbow hit the deer in it's leg forcings it to stumble in pain through the undergrowth of the forest. Painfully tearing the wound open makings it bigger untill the deer colapsed on a big lump of grass. Where I sharpened my skills my skills I hade been learning such as throwing a knife, using a yew bow my dadade from the yew that colapsed last summer when a storm blew through out town making the wood able to b made into a bow but I never used it untill I turned seven From the turned 7 I was a little boy at that stage aiming a little yew bow into a tree and trying to hit a bird that was perched on the edge of the branch I pulled the deer through the broken branchs and the thorn bushes like the one befor I had killed the deer over a river where i striped it's stomach contents out into the stream startling some fish that darted away trying to avoid the guts from the dead deer as I got closer to home I spotted a faint misty haze telling me that the villege that I lived in was preparing for a cold winters night where the weather was alwas upredictable, wheather it was going to snow, rain, or even some sun that the farmers had treasured each moment of it I walked through into our little wooden hut on the outside of the college where I was meet by my old ragged dad called John who started cooking the deer. It was the first meal we had had in a few days and as soon as the fat touched my throat it felt the best thing I had had in well ever. End of first part
Learning the skills and fleeing a iwrite co presentation I moved painfully pulling myself out of a pile of thorns but it was worth it, my tattered pants and T-shirt provided no protected from the thorns. As I got up, I got up I had blood all over my body dripping down making smearing coming off on anything that I brushed against I followed with the most amout of care I could not to alert the deer tiniest bit that I was behind it. I had been tracking for one and a half days now and I was running low on food THUD! The bolt fired from my crossbow hit and hit the deer in it's leg forcing the animal to stumble in pain through the thick undergrowth of the forest making the wound tear Painfully open makings it bigger untill the deer colapsed on a big lump of grass. I had been learning and waiting for this moment all my life growing and learning my skills such as the rusty knife that I found, I also learnt to use a yew bow my dad made from the yew that colapsed last summer when a storm blew through out town making the wood able to b made into a bow but I never used it untill I turned seven From the turned 7 I was a little boy at that stage aiming a little yew bow into a tree and trying to hit a bird that was perched on the edge of the branch But this was different it was my first big kill that my poor family would trusting me to bring a good amout of meat back so we can survive the cold nights to come I pulled the deer through the broken branchs and the thorn bushes like the one befor I had killed the deer over a river where i striped it's stomach contents out into the stream startling some fish that darted away trying to avoid the guts from the dead deer as I got closer to home I spotted a faint misty haze telling me that the villege that I lived in was preparing for a cold winters night where the weather was alwas upredictable, wheather it was going to snow, rain, or even some sun that the farmers had treasured each moment of it I walked through into our little wooden hut on the outside of the college where I was meet by my old ragged dad called John who started cooking the deer. It was the first meal we had had in a few days and as soon as the fat touched my throat it felt the best thing I had had in well ever. End of first part
i got a really good story that i wanna post but im having trouble getting it onto a thread. it always says i cant post it. plz help!
Bast, you better keep doing operation storm, Its a great story and it's full of suspense. Also I want to know how the rest of the story turns out