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F09T Book 1 Chapter One  -  Larissa Of Foxwood

      As the first soft gray wave of pre-dawn light filtered in through the open bedroom window, there was the slightest movement beneath the blankets.  He detected it of course immediately, his peaked ears twitching and rotating like tiny radar stations, his ever-vigilant amber eyes flashing fully open.  Yes, she was stirring.  Soon she would be awake.  His guardian duties were done for another night.  He carefully raised himself from where he had lain curled up at the foot of the bed and alighted with a little jump from the bed to the floor. His four black-stockinged paws made no sound as he padded across the hardwood floor.  Then came the short hop to the dresser top beneath the open window.  There he hesitated to turn and regard his sleeping charge for a moment before departing. He wondered how such a seemingly vulnerable creature as this petite girl on the cusp of young womanhood, just turned twelve years old, could possibly be prepared for the adventure she was about to embark upon.  The thought of it made the rust-red hairs of his fluffy tail stand on end, the twitching of his white tail-tip betraying his deep anxiety for her safety and well-being.

     Larissa Lennox would soon, he knew, be making the Dream Journey, crossing over fully into the Dreaming World.  It might very well happen this coming night.  He knew the signs of imminent departure.

     From his dresser top perch, Larissa’s loyal guardian for these last several weeks surveyed the bedroom he thought he might not be seeing again.  He wanted a last look at some of the many sketches and paintings that were propped on easels or tacked to the walls or spilling over from the stack on her desk into an untidy pile on the floor.  Larissa’s art works were all centered on one obsessional subject matter: her beloved foxes.  Some of her foxes were drawn as one would normally think of foxes, much like those one would see in photographs or might catch a brief glimpse of while walking in the woods.  But there were also her very special foxes.  These foxes walked upright just like people one would see in normal everyday life.  These foxes wore fanciful velveteen pants and blouses and even walked in leather high-heeled boots.  Some wore buccaneer-style hats with enormous ostrich plumes affixed to their brims.  Some of the foxes seemed to be slightly more fox than human.  Some of the foxes seemed to be slightly more human than fox.  Some seemed to be as equally fox as human.

     Some of the vividly-imagined fox characters were sketched in bold action scenes, riding horses or dancing like Lords and Ladies in grand ballrooms.  But some of the fox characters were very formally posed, singularly or in couples, as if Larissa had been commissioned to paint their actual portraits.  It was as if her imaginary fox friends were living, breathing beings in her secret, private world.
     The vulpine guardian, his survey complete, turned to focus his keen eyes on his favorite painting, the one hanging just by the open window, the open window through which he entered each evening and exited each morning.  This painting was of a “proper” fox, without a fancy hat or boots, looking in fact very much like himself, he thought.  He wondered if it might actually be his own portrait.  Did she somehow “know” him, know him well enough to paint him, know that he was there at the foot of her bed each night, watching over her, as her dreams prepared her for the Journey?  He liked to think so.  But then again, he thought, he was probably only flattering himself.  He couldn’t possibly be as beautiful as the majestic fleet beast captured in her painting.

      A bit lost in his reverie, he almost didn’t hear the footsteps in the hallway, or the gentle turning of the doorknob.  Larissa’s mother!  One last look at Larissa, and then he vaulted from the windowsill to the dew-covered backyard lawn below.  He crossed the yard in a flash as the first sunrays of the breaking dawn heralded the new day.  There was only the neighbor’s yard to cross before disappearing into the safety of the edge of the woods, and deep within that woods, the sanctuary of his own burrow.  As usual, the neighbor’s watchdog was sound asleep on the job.  And so it was that the quick red fox jumped over the lazy brown dog, and then hurried on home, snickering to himself, as he did each morning, at his own private joke.

     “Good morning, sleepy-head. Today’s your big day.”  Larissa’s mom sat on the edge of the bed, gently coaxing her daughter awake in the pleasant manner she seemed always capable of, no matter the worrisome circumstance.  
     “I’m awake, I’m awake already,” said Larissa, with her eyes still closed tight. “And I know what day it is.  Stop worrying about it.  It’s no big deal.  Just some doctor poking around in my head.”
     “Yes, dear, but that’s my ‘Mom Job’ – to worry whenever there’s some doctor going to be poking around in your head.  Now let’s get up and get ready.  You still have a full day at school before we go to the clinic this evening.  I want you to eat a good breakfast.”  
     “All right then,” said Larissa, yawning and pulling the blankets back over her head.
     “All right then,” said Larissa’s mom, pulling the blankets back down off Larissa’s head.

     Lakewood Elementary School was a nice enough school in a nice enough suburb of a nice enough small town.  It was filled with nice enough teachers and even nice enough kids.  There were very few incidents of fighting or bullying.  This was probably because most of the kids had nice enough parents, making for nice enough happy homes.  But, still, most of Larissa’s seventh grade classmates were in agreement that she was a little “weird,” though maybe not necessarily in a “bad” way.  She just always seemed to be off in her own world all the time, endlessly daydreaming.  At lunchtime or during recess she only wanted to sketch and sketch and sketch in her sketchpads.  Sometimes she had more sketchpads than textbooks in her school backpack.  So the other kids mostly left her alone to pursue her daydreaming and her drawings, though some of her more thoughtful classmates did secretly tell the school counselor that they thought her “lone wolf” routine was getting progressively worse, maybe even to the extent of becoming a “bad” thing after all.  

     But Larissa had one true champion to defend her against all nay-sayers.
     “She’s an artist.  What don’t you guys get about that?  She’s going to be famous someday – in comic books or doing CGI in movies, or maybe even with serious art stuff in museums.”
     “What we all get is that you’re totally in love with her.”
     “Yeah, right.  We’re just friends.  And I just happen to be able to appreciate her talent, that’s all.  Have you ever even looked at her drawings?  They’re only totally awesome.”
     Timothy Gardner was, as usual, having a difficult time trying to sound convincing in his oft-stated stance of being solely a friendly fan of Larissa’s artistic skills, and harboring absolutely no romantic interest in her whatsoever.  He justified this only half-true “political” position by reasoning that he was genuinely knocked out by her talent and not just singing her praises to get her to like him, and … the fact that he also thought she was the most awesome and amazing girl in the whole world was really none of the other kids’ business, anyway.  They didn’t even “get” her art!
     Billy Washington was having none of it.   
     “So explain to me how this friendship you have with her works, OK?  I see you following her around all the time, talking to her.  I see you sitting next to her all the time, talking to her, OK?”
     “Yeah, so?  We’re friends,” said Timothy.
     “So here’s the deal,” said Billy.  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her saying anything back to you.  I mean, does she even know you’re there?”
     Timothy’s face turned to stone.  Billy tried to soften the blow of what he had just said with a little laugh.  “I mean, I’m only saying, she just seems to be on another planet and…”
     Timothy, his face contorted in anger and humiliation, abruptly turned his back to Billy and walked away quickly, almost running.
     Billy looked miserable, having hurt Timothy’s feelings. “Oh, man,” he mumbled to himself, “I didn’t mean your secret girlfriend doesn’t know you exist…”
     In third period History, Larissa sat at her usual desk, the one in the far corner away from the teacher.  Timothy sat at his usual desk, just across the aisle from her.  Whatever it was that the teacher was going on about having to do with General Grant and General Lee at Appomattox wasn’t at all as interesting as what was happening on Larissa’s sketchpad.  Timothy sat transfixed, watching the deft motions of her pale tapered fingers, first bold and then delicate, as she created one of her “Foxes Ballroom Dancing” scenes.  He had trouble keeping his focus, his eyes constantly drawn from the thing of beauty being created on the sketchpad to the other, living, thing of beauty, so magically lost in the process of her creation.  Suddenly, Larissa was done, and seemed to return to Earth for a moment.  She nervously glanced at the teacher to see if she had been caught
“doodling” again.  But the coast was clear.  She smiled at Timothy and tilted her pad up for him to get a better look.  He nodded enthusiastically and approvingly.     
     This was the moment Timothy had waited for.  He didn’t have the nerve to actually draw in class, like Larissa.  But he was in the habit of bringing his own drawings that he did at home into the classroom, so he could get Larissa’s always brutal but honest critique. (He also worried that if Larissa actually saw him drawing, saw how long it took him, saw how hard it was for him, she might laugh  at his efforts.  He wished he could draw like her, draw like the wind.)  Timothy carefully slid his secretly stashed artwork from his backpack and tilted it for Larissa to get a good look.  
     Instead of drawing foxes, Timothy drew wolves.  He thought creating mighty wolf characters a more properly masculine activity for a boy.  And he also thought his wolves would make for a nice artistic complement to Larissa’s fox characters.  So there he sat, anxiously displaying his latest wolf portrait for Larissa’s approval, desperately hoping the teacher wouldn’t notice the private “art appreciation” session going on in the far corner of the classroom.
     The wolf character was drawn, like all of Timothy’s drawings, as if in homage to Larissa’s fox characters.  He shamelessly aped her style, though he was obviously lacking of her in-born talents.  His leather-clad motorcycle gang-looking wolf character looked mean and tough enough, but in a sort of simple and cartoonish manner.  Larissa stared intently at the sketch, saying nothing.  Then she thrust out her hand, startling Timothy.  He gave her the drawing.  He then watched as she put her pencils to his masterwork, savagely stroking and shading the paper.  She finished quickly and thrust the drawing back across to him.  He gasped at what she had transformed his cartoon wolf into.  The wolf on the sketch paper was now a terrifying monster, looking like something that could only have been drawn by Goya – or Frank Frazetta!  Timothy shook as if he had a fever.  He felt dizzy.  Not a sick flu-ishy kind of dizzy, but a happy sort of rollercoastery funhouse dizzy.
     “Just think,” he thought, “Our first collaboration!”

     “I don’t know.  It sounds kind of dangerous to me.”  The more Larissa told Timothy about her impending evening’s activities, the more upset he was getting.  “What if lightning hits the building and there’s a power surge and the machine goes haywire and fries your brain – and you can’t draw anymore?”
     Larissa laughed her little laugh (that usually delighted Timothy, but not today) and continued penciling in her sketchbook.  “The machine can’t do anything to my brain.  It’s just a monitor.  Like a movie camera.  It’s just going to record what’s going on in my head when I’m sleeping.”
     Timothy wasn’t convinced.  He fidgeted nervously on the bench of the picnic table that was his and her “reserved” seating each day during lunch recess.
     “I just think,” said Timothy, “that this whole thing seems really unnecessary and your mom and dad shouldn’t be making you do it.”
     Larissa’s eyes continued to be focused on her artwork, and she continued her part in the conversation in her typically detached, matter-of-fact manner.  “Mom and Dad are getting worried about how I’ve been sleeping ten or twelve hours almost every night.  And then Dr. Osgood really freaked them out by telling them about some condition I might have that lots of girls my age get.  Sometimes the girls even die.  But it’s totally under-reported and Dr. Osgood is one of the few experts.  Mom and Dad just want to help me be able to concentrate on my school work again so I can get a job some day and not starve.  It’s not like they’re being evil to me or anything.”
     “Maybe,” said Timothy, “you’ll marry some guy with a good job and you’ll be free to draw all day.”
     “Yeah, right,” snorted Larissa. “That’s a sensible plan.”
     Timothy hoped Larissa didn’t see the twinge on his face when she so instantly dismissed his suggestion as preposterous.
     Larissa finally set her pencil down and looked up at Timothy.  “Seriously, it’s no big whoop.  Just some wires stuck to my forehead and some numbers coming out of a computer to see where I fit in on the freak scale.  And then I’ll be seeing you on Monday.”
     The school bell rang its ring.  Larissa stood and gathered her pencils and pads.  She sighed as she looked at the boy across the picnic table with his face knotted up in a quiet panic.  “I shouldn’t even have told you about tonight.  You take everything so seriously!  I don’t need you to be my knight in shining armor, Timothy. Those olden days you like to play in your video games are totally over… C’mon, they’re going to shut the door!”
     Larissa wondered if she was going to be able to fall asleep with all the little wire contact rubber discs glued all over her face and shoulders.  She was glad Dr. Osgood let her wear her favorite pajamas for the procedure instead of the ugly Sleep Clinic gown, but the wires were just impossible.  She laid her head back on the pillow, careful not to knock loose any of Dr. Osgood’s painstaking work.
     “Don’t worry, Larissa, they won’t come loose.  Try to make yourself as comfortable as you can.”  Dr. Osgood had a nice bedside manner, always smiling and speaking authoritatively but soothingly to her “patient.”  Larissa wondered if she were technically a patient or more like a lab rat?  She tried to remember if she had ever drawn a rat.  She wondered if she could draw a really good rat.  Then she thought that she was getting really sleepy after all.  She tried to pay attention to what the doctor was saying.  “The sedative should be kicking in right about now,” was what the doctor was saying.  “I think we’re all set for the night.”
     Alice and John, Larissa’s mom and dad, were standing across the bed from Dr. Osgood.  They looked to the doctor, trading their worried looks for her reassuring smiles and nods.  “Remember,” said Mom, “that we’re going to be sleeping in a bedroom just down the hall all night, baby, so there’s nothing to worry about.”
     Larissa pointed an unsteady finger at the flashing monitor of the impressive computer set up next to her bed.  “What if the lightning makes the computer melt my brain?”
     “What?!” exclaimed Larissa’s dad.  
     Dr. Osgood just laughed.  “The sedative’s definitely working.  I think it’s time for you guys to say your goodnight’s.”
     Larissa’s mom and dad took turns giving their daughter her goodnight hugs and kisses, and then slowly made their way out of the room, still exchanging winks and smiles and hopeful looks with Dr. Osgood all the while.      
     Larissa felt herself slipping off into sleep.  
     “Dr. Gwen?  Dr. Gwen?”
     “Yes, dear?”
     “Where’s your bed?”
     “No sleeping for me,” said the doctor.  “I’m going to be awake in this chair by your bed all night, watching the data popping up on this screen and making sure you’re OK.  I’ve even got my own special headset, see?  Check it out.”  
     In her last waking moments, Larissa watched Dr. Osgood pulling on a sci-fi movie-looking Velcro headband with its own wires running into the computer’s big “brain box.”
     “Ta-dah!” said the doctor, quietly.
     “Cool,” said Larissa, and then she was asleep.   
     It was hours later, Larissa was sleeping peacefully, but by the puzzled expression on Dr. Osgood’s face, the numbers appearing on the computer monitor were not making much sense.  She kept shaking her head and consulting the several open manuals she had piled in her lap.  She punched in new coordinates on the keyboard.  Only to sit and stare and shake her head some more.
     It was then that two big yellow eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness just beside the computer monitor.
     “Minx!” shouted Dr. Osgood, but in a hushed voice to not wake Larissa.  “You know you’re not allowed in here!  Especially tonight!  Now shoo!  Shoo!”
     The doctor’s commands were ignored by the enormous black cat.  She only hopped across to the bed and sat down right next to Larissa’s sleeping form, staring back in the darkness at the doctor as if to mock her.
     “Not tonight, Minxie,” whispered the doctor.  “None of your games tonight!”
     A look of determination on her face, Dr. Osgood began to rise to shoo the meddlesome feline, but she suddenly sat back in her chair, appearing a bit faint.  She shook her head and rubbed her eyes.  Then she slowly opened her eyes and peered over at the imperious cat once again.   
     The doctor and the cat locked eyes in the darkened room, only the quiet beeps and other rustlings of the computer breaking the silence.  After a few moments, Dr. Osgood’s head slumped to her chest.  She was sound asleep.  The cat waited a few moments before hopping over into the doctor’s lap and sniffing at her face, as if checking to make sure she was really out cold.
     Then Minx the big black cat stretched her back slowly in a luxurious arch, as if in a gesture of victory, and began to purr a deep, satisfied purr.

   After taking a few moments to savor her downing of Dr. Gwen, Minx slinked across to the tabletop where the big computer monitor still glowed in the darkness, its screen a mad dance of flashing numbers and graphs.  The big black cat went round to the rear of the monitor and eyed the many plugs plugged in in a neat row.  “Now, for my next trick!” she thought to herself as she raised one paw…
     There was a sound at the window.  
     “What’s this?” thought Minx. “An intruder on such a night as tonight?”  The cat jumped to the floor and secreted herself in the shadows. Her watchful eyes held fast on the closed window, which was now being stealthily opened, raised up by some unknown someone outside in the dark.  A chill wind blew in to the room when the window was finally fully raised.  Minx watched as a sneakered foot, followed by a blue-jeaned leg, slowly pushed in across the windowsill.  Then there was a great crashing sound outside.
     “Oh, great!” exclaimed Timothy, but in a hushed tone, as the bicycle he had been balancing on clattered to the sidewalk below.  “Guess I’m fully committed now,” he thought to himself.
     Once inside, it took a few moments for Timothy’s eyes to adjust to the darkness.  And when he could see, he didn’t like what he saw: Larissa laid out on a hospital bed with a bunch of scary wires glued to her head.  It was all way too Bride of Frankenstein, he thought, a panicky sensation rising in his throat.  And then he could see Dr. Osgood asleep at her station!  “So no one’s in charge!” he thought.  Timothy stood by Larissa’s bed, quietly but nervously observing his sleeping schoolmate.  His plan had originally been to just check in on her, to make sure everything was “copacetic,” and then head back home.  But this – this! – was not acceptable.  How could he abandon Larissa amidst such obvious medical and scientific incompetence?!  What if the wires started burning into her head and no one was there to pull them off?!  He knew what he had to do.  He didn’t care if he got into trouble.
     Timothy slowly and delicately crawled into bed and arranged himself neatly beside Larissa.  He gently put one protective arm around her waist.  He vowed to stay awake no matter what for the entire night.  He would be there to save her, even at the cost of his own life, should there be the dreaded major meltdown after all.  He felt a little scared, but very determined.

     As soon as Timothy’s fluttering eyelids closed long enough to indicate he was finally deeply asleep, Minx emerged from the shadows and leapt back up to the computer monitor.  
     “Now where was I?” she thought, as she raised her big paw and extended her long claws.  “Ah, yes…”  One by one and all in a row, she began whacking each important plug from its important input portal in the back of the monitor.  As the final plug hit the floor like a discarded catnip mouse cat toy, the monitor screen went all staticky, and an expression of profound self-satisfaction, such as only certain imperious felines are capable of, played across Minx’s furry face.   

     Alice and John, Larissa’s mom and dad, stood by the bedside of Larissa’s empty bed, their arms around each other, desperately trying to comfort each other.  The morning sunlight streamed in through the open window as clinic workers in their green “scrubs” uniforms dashed frantically in and out of the room.  They whispered bits of updated information into the ear of the man whose badge read “Head of Security.”
     “The bicycle outside belongs to a kid from your daughter’s school, a Timothy Gardner,” the Security man standing so stoically next to Alice and John was saying.
     “But Timothy is her best friend,” Alice said in a shaking voice. “He would never harm Larissa.”
     “No, ma’am,” said the Security man.  “There was no kidnapping.  We see the boy riding his bicycle onto the grounds, on our security camera videotapes, but he was the only person who entered this building last night.  The tapes also tell us that absolutely nobody left this building last night, including the boy.”
     “Then where are Larissa and Timothy?” asked John, his voice quavering slightly.
     “We’re still searching the building, sir,” said the Security man.  He looked away nervously, as if he himself was in a state of shocked disbelief.  How could all his men and all the clinic staff members not be able to find two kids in a building as small as this one?
     Alice couldn’t stop shaking her head, even as John tried to dry the tears falling down her cheeks with his handkerchief.
     “I just don’t understand, John, I just don’t understand…” the distraught mother kept repeating over and over.
     “Soon, soon we’ll know, very soon now” said John, trying to sound hopeful.
     “But this is crazy.  Where could Larissa and Timothy be?” asked Alice.  “And…” she continued, looking imploringly into her husband’s worried eyes.
     “And what, my dearest?” asked John.
     “And…  Dr. Osgood? … Dr. Osgood! … Where is Dr. Osgood?!”
     John could only shake his head.  
     The stricken parents looked over across the bed to where they last saw Dr. Gwen Osgood when they were speaking with her just the night before.  Dr. Gwen’s special “monitoring chair” was now deserted and empty –  save for her crumpled many-wired headband and … one peacefully sleeping big black cat.
     Minx, as if on cue, woke just long enough to yawn a big yawn, and wink one yellow-eyed wink of acknowledgement back to Alice and John.  Then the cat curled up a bit tighter and went back to sleep.  She had done good work, she thought to herself, and deserved a good rest.


F09T Book 1 Chapter 1 Larissa Of Foxwood
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Newdleztheunicorn Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2015  Hobbyist Artist
ehhhhhhhhhhh I love it!!
SketcherV Featured By Owner May 11, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
So long
SuperTwist Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
GyngerWombat Featured By Owner Nov 24, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I read the first paragraph and im like, omg, so detailed XD im sure you are better than most authors i know :P
timmyshanti Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2014  Professional Writer
how do i does such a cutie beauty book? i have good texts to fill it with :3
BunnysteeleStephanie Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Satsumaage Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2013
Hmm, can't with all honesty say its my type of book but the sheer range of words and the writing style itself is nothing short of amazing, it inspires me in a way I cannot explain and so I tip my hat to you good sir. 
Satsumaage Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2013
Oh and the including of a pangram made my day :D
littletigerdrawer Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Wow! You're an amazing author, that was incredible.
DallellesLaul Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2013
The name Larissa is so hot!  I wanted to add this to #HumanFirstNames but the name is only in the intro...
riverotter7 Featured By Owner Oct 31, 2013  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
It looked so nice I just have to read it!!
Pikle11 Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2013  Student Digital Artist
My name is Larissa
DallellesLaul Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2013
Lovely name!  I clicked on this post for this reason!
Pikle11 Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2013  Student Digital Artist
Oh, no one ever said that! Thank you!
DallellesLaul Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2013
This name is so hot.
KatKage Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2013  Student General Artist

I just want to say that This is AwesomeAmazingEpic :3


and: Squee!!!!! XD


I was just derping around your page and I saw your 'Click here to start reading!' and noticed the fox person. I was like ' . . . I like foxes ' and clicked it.


I'm really, really glad I did :3


I normally don't read writings here on DA (Not sure why. . . just cause, I guess Afraid I'll com across something less than satisfactory? (I've read many, many books, and my taste is so refined that if a book isn't good enough in the beginning, I toss it aside and move to the next '''' I've gotten slightly ruthless when it comes to taking out book from my library, more prone to rereading than to like a new book ''''''' (What? I've read almost all the good ones!! ''''''''''''''')))


Anywho!! Yeah, I don't read much here on DA but I decided to give this a whirl and I'm really really really happy I did :3


It got me from the beginning and kept me going. I'm not used to this exact structure, but in this case atleast that isn't really a bad thing :3 *Tis Interesting o3o*


And this plot? Holy damn, how I am L-O-V-I-N-G THIS! o3o


Interesting from the beginning, throwing out some useful info for later as we go along, making it so we can see/guess a little of what's coming but ofcourse there's that major surprise or two thrown in to keep everything awesomeamazing fresh. Intro to the characters nice and interesting with back histories nicely implied/set in and very believable. Comedic elements thrown in to keep good pace/control the tension. A nice dash of little romantic sub-plot beginnings which always bring a smile to the face :3


(^ Wow, since when did I write it out like that? ''' I don't mean to sound text-book-ish (Which I hate o3o *Kicks textbook which thinks writing/art can be taught like science or math O3O*) Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable!!! ''''''' I seriously just wanted to point out your awesomeamazing writing here :3 Don't see this much, ya know? < u>'')


You can see that this is going somewhere really good, and that there will be a lot of great things in store for this story and the characters in it :3


Ofcourse the way all this is naturally flowing makes this even more AWESOME-FREAKING-AMAZING O3O


I guarantee that I shall continue reading! I haven't read a good Fantasy/Adventure/'Real-life/Fantasy-life' mix/Adorable Little Romance/Awesome Plot/and more in a long while, and can't wait to see where this goes :3

LiteratureBOMB Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I did the same thing...just 'derping' around I guess and it stuck out. 
KatKage Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2013  Student General Artist

Gah!! My derp faces turned into underlines < u>''''''''


Where ever you see random ''''', just imagine a derp face there < u>''


Sorry!! < u>'''''

Rachelpkent Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Keep up with the amazing writing! :) The story has a really good start and pulls the audience in :) I do my own writing for own stories, but I do more comic writing in hope that a big comic company will want to publish it. Lol :) xo
TsukiButterflah Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
This story just caught my attention. I'll be reading it really soon. You're so talented! Keep it up, because you're a good writer and so, you share expressions by writing, feelings, and how the places are. I also feel that i transport into the story right away. Love it!
Mayo-Senpai Featured By Owner May 30, 2013
Love this story ! will be reading it for the next few days.
gooey-dog Featured By Owner May 2, 2013
this is so good! I can't wait to read more of it. it also helps that my name is Larissa (spelled the same way and everything). I adore it, and the name carries a lot of connotation.
xPopFloss Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
i really look forward to reading more! it's such an exciting story! You're very detailed and the storyline is amazing!
redscorpionninja Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2013
d world is so full of wisdomatic genious such is u
Astrikos Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
You are one amazing writer! :love:
The details are breath taking!
I love the way you pace and the complex characters.

Your dialogue style is also really smooth and well written! :love:
lunafastfireart Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
You're first chapter is amazing! I was hooked on the very first line. I hope to be as good as you someday, I'm working on my story writing skills! My first story is about about a young teenage girl named Vanessa, a wizeror...(sorcerer as the mother, wizard as the father), and she just barely found out about her identity as a wizeror at the hospital she was taken to after a little accident at home... You are brilliant!
shadow0071 Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2012
wow i love it!!!
where do i find chapter 2???
techgnotic Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2012
All of the chapters so far.  [link]
Kamikaze99 Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2012  Student Photographer
i enjoyed reading this chapter, gives me goosebumps!
Toxyk-Melodi Featured By Owner May 3, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
The suspense.
It kills me.
Damn cliff-hangers!
Oh wait, theres chapter too..yay <3
SevenSpiritsOfPatmos Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2012
i think this is too child-y but i guess in a good way. Still, will read chap2.
gttorres Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I like this a lot! I like to write myself but in no way is my writing as good as yours! I also like the concept of the story! It sounds interesting!!
koriecull Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2012  Professional Interface Designer
VERY NICE! your a very good writer haha, i just write in my spare time not very good but i think i have some stories in the old brain haha if you like dark fantasy adventure have a quick read at my latest i finally posted some in my journal :D
techgnotic Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2012
Thank you so much for the compliment and for taking the time to comment. This is by far my favorite project that I am working on. It is a collaboration with another writer that has been going on for five years. We have many more chapters on the way!
Phillipzu Featured By Owner Sep 15, 2012  Student Digital Artist
You're Awesome!
lizsjxkawaii Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2012
awsomee >W< and lol my name is larissa
heavenlytouch Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Epic ! :d Wonderful piece ! :)
Lukeeter Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2012
Very Good!!!
hellfire1093 Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
sooooooooooooooo cool
michelesato Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
lovely literature blood... i very much enjoyed reading this chapter.

hugs from a philosopher, crazy by art
IchigoNeko1997 Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2011
It's quite a fine story :) I like how you have a young girl who's personality is older in some areas, yet childish in others... And The animals! They seem very mysterious and I think I might keep reading.

You should get it published, because I would buy this story :D

Kalen-Bloodstone Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey Tech, do you mind telling me how you get the indents there on the left side? I can't find the code for the life of me.
rosetitanic Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2011  Student Artist
your story is good i think i will favourite it as my favourites so i can use the example and learn how to type stories better from all the bueatiful pharces you use
TheCrazyBleachFan Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2011  Hobbyist Artist
<3 omg! EPIC!
autospy Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2011
I'd try to leave a critique soon. Also, I like the preview image for this chapter. Could you share how you did it?
Kavahle22 Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2011  Student General Artist
PicturePerfect96 Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2011  Student Artist
Darn that cat, Minx! Hmm, I wonder what happened?!?!
I also write, and I've got to say, this is really, really good!
coralsky123 Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2011   Traditional Artist
My word! This is true talent! If i could only write as great as you. You have compleatly got me hooked on your story ;D i cant wait to read more and get lost in your story! Have you thought of getting this published? Because i would definitly buy this book and read it a million times over. Keep writing and posting your stories on here i would love to read them all ;D Good Job
LuckyLizardLover Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2011  Student Traditional Artist
wow :) really good, hey im writing a book too! its about art theifs =P hope im as good as you some time :)
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