ONCE upon a time....

When I was a little girl. Especially in winter, when the house was chilly. All us kids would pile into my parent's bed and turn off the lights. In the darkness, we would pile upon one another to have our version of stories before bed. My father would start, and open a tale of wonder that would be a few minutes long. Then my sister would take over, and around the group it would go. The tale taking many twists and turns and flips that it was never how my father would imagine it in the beginning. 


I would like to try that here with our friends and teammates. I would start a story, and in the comments, you each would take a turn writing three or so sentences. no more than five. Anything goes in your turn, from adding people, killing off others, or being absolutely creative. One you have had a turn at writing, you cannot add more until three others have written. Are you up for it? How long can we get the story?  Here we go!


The sounds of war were fading into the setting sun. The settling dust coating the blood soaked bodies of the dead, their glazed eyes left ever staring into the heavens. Moans, a sad wail, pleas to a far-off lover broke the silence, but eventually all was quiet.

Fog seeped through the bloody grasses to envelop the bodies in a damp shroud. The flit of many wings grew louder as the ravens came to perform their duties to their Gods, to carry the deeds of these warriors to the heavens. As the flock landed amongst the dead and dying, a figure stepped out from her hiding spot.

your turn!