The Apple Tree is a story of opression, hatred and rejection by society. Although the first chapter is quite slow and uneventful (also badly written :xd , the story will get better as it progresses...hopefully.
BTW- if you'd like a place in the story, simply PM me and i'll try to fit you in.
Forms should be as follows;
Name:
Age:
Clothing:
Personality:
Side:
Story timeframe: (How long you want your character to be in the story. Long term/short term)
(The main character of the story and the idea of a tree are based on the popular flash game "Apples in the tree". You can find it here).
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For now the sun had risen and cast its heavenly light across the land of Maline. The flowers had opened their buds, and birds were singing and dancing gracefully in the air. There was a cool breeze passing. It gave a refreshing boost on this warm summer's day.
The trees swayed slightly, and brushed against eachother, as if to shake hands. On this day, all was fine. There was not a single cloud in the marine blue sky.
Maline had always been a peaceful place, free of predjudice, hatred and anger. But that was before Dolly arrived.
One stormy day, three years ago, on the northern shore, washed up a girl, no older than 13.
Her face was pale and she had long flowing burgandy hair. Her eyes were a brilliant green, and she was clothed in a ragged, knee long dress, with patches scattered across it where holes had formed.
She had a peculiar look on her face. One of sadness and lonliness. Her only posession was the stuffed bear that she clutched tightly to her chest. The bear was just like her.
Ragged, dirty and damaged. Its left eye was replaced by a round black button, and patches of its fur were missing.
She lay on the beach alone for hours in an almost trance like state. The locals watched from a distance, as if they would die if they dared approach her.
Dolly snapped out of the trance when a small girl approached her and reached out her arm, signalling that she was there to help. Dolly climbed up, still clutching to the bear, and grabbed hold of the girl's hand.
The girl and Dolly from that point on became best friends. The girl was Dolly's only friend. No-one else would even think to approach her. Only the girl would be her friend or even pass a glance at her.
A peculiar thing about Dolly was that she never spoke a word. She simply nodded, shook her head or let out faint smiles in response to her friend's statements. Maybe that's why they were such good friends. Dolly wanted someone to be friends with, and
the girl wanted someone to listen to her.
Each day after the girl came home from school (Dolly was not allowed to go to school, as no-one would accept her), Dolly and the girl would meet on the bridge, just above
the river Lycrona. There, the girl would give Dolly some food, a drink, and then the two would go to the park together. The locals would stare in discontempt as the two played. It was obvious that they hated Dolly. But seemingly for no reason at all.
Dolly didn't care. She just kept on playing.
"But where did she stay?".
Dolly stayed in the girl's playhouse. Although it was not very big, it was comfortable. And as long as Dolly had a roof over her head, and a blanket to keep her warm, she was happy.
But, all was not to be.
One day, Dolly waited on the bridge for her friend, as she always would. But, her friend did not turn up.
She waited...and waited...and waited...and waited, until it was almost sunset. But her friend did not turn up. Dolly was growing hungry now. The only thing she could eat were some berries on a nearby bush. Dolly did not want to leave, just in case her friend turned up.
Eventually, hours turned to days, and Dolly kept waiting. When she went back to the girl's house, the playhouse was still there. The house was still there, and so was the furniture. But, there seemed to be no-one inside. Dolly stared through the window each day, just to see if anything had moved or changed.
Deep down inside, Dolly knew her friend was gone. But she did
not want this thought to become the horrible reality.
Maybe if she kept waiting, her friend would come back...
BTW- if you'd like a place in the story, simply PM me and i'll try to fit you in.
Forms should be as follows;
Name:
Age:
Clothing:
Personality:
Side:
Story timeframe: (How long you want your character to be in the story. Long term/short term)
(The main character of the story and the idea of a tree are based on the popular flash game "Apples in the tree". You can find it here).
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-The Apple Tree-
Chapter 1-
For now the sun had risen and cast its heavenly light across the land of Maline. The flowers had opened their buds, and birds were singing and dancing gracefully in the air. There was a cool breeze passing. It gave a refreshing boost on this warm summer's day.
The trees swayed slightly, and brushed against eachother, as if to shake hands. On this day, all was fine. There was not a single cloud in the marine blue sky.
Maline had always been a peaceful place, free of predjudice, hatred and anger. But that was before Dolly arrived.
One stormy day, three years ago, on the northern shore, washed up a girl, no older than 13.
Her face was pale and she had long flowing burgandy hair. Her eyes were a brilliant green, and she was clothed in a ragged, knee long dress, with patches scattered across it where holes had formed.
She had a peculiar look on her face. One of sadness and lonliness. Her only posession was the stuffed bear that she clutched tightly to her chest. The bear was just like her.
Ragged, dirty and damaged. Its left eye was replaced by a round black button, and patches of its fur were missing.
She lay on the beach alone for hours in an almost trance like state. The locals watched from a distance, as if they would die if they dared approach her.
Dolly snapped out of the trance when a small girl approached her and reached out her arm, signalling that she was there to help. Dolly climbed up, still clutching to the bear, and grabbed hold of the girl's hand.
The girl and Dolly from that point on became best friends. The girl was Dolly's only friend. No-one else would even think to approach her. Only the girl would be her friend or even pass a glance at her.
A peculiar thing about Dolly was that she never spoke a word. She simply nodded, shook her head or let out faint smiles in response to her friend's statements. Maybe that's why they were such good friends. Dolly wanted someone to be friends with, and
the girl wanted someone to listen to her.
Each day after the girl came home from school (Dolly was not allowed to go to school, as no-one would accept her), Dolly and the girl would meet on the bridge, just above
the river Lycrona. There, the girl would give Dolly some food, a drink, and then the two would go to the park together. The locals would stare in discontempt as the two played. It was obvious that they hated Dolly. But seemingly for no reason at all.
Dolly didn't care. She just kept on playing.
"But where did she stay?".
Dolly stayed in the girl's playhouse. Although it was not very big, it was comfortable. And as long as Dolly had a roof over her head, and a blanket to keep her warm, she was happy.
But, all was not to be.
One day, Dolly waited on the bridge for her friend, as she always would. But, her friend did not turn up.
She waited...and waited...and waited...and waited, until it was almost sunset. But her friend did not turn up. Dolly was growing hungry now. The only thing she could eat were some berries on a nearby bush. Dolly did not want to leave, just in case her friend turned up.
Eventually, hours turned to days, and Dolly kept waiting. When she went back to the girl's house, the playhouse was still there. The house was still there, and so was the furniture. But, there seemed to be no-one inside. Dolly stared through the window each day, just to see if anything had moved or changed.
Deep down inside, Dolly knew her friend was gone. But she did
not want this thought to become the horrible reality.
Maybe if she kept waiting, her friend would come back...