Here is a bit of a story I’m working on, At least, kind of a story. It is about my character. Hope you enjoy!
Hello. I am Tipper Turnfield and this is my story. It started fifteen years ago on a sunny day in the town of Erabos. I was big, for a Halfling at least, as I am Half-Human. I have brown hair, brown eyes, and pretty much brown everything else. Ever since I was young I liked to run, and I was pretty good at it too. I tried doing a lot of things like: magic, (I failed), blacksmithing, (BORING) and sword-fighting. (alright) I have always preferred a short sword to a long one, and I am downright lousy at archery. I hate hot, hate cold, like just right. I love reading.
My childhood was frankly very uneventful. I ate, I slept, I played with the downright mentally incorrect neighbors kids, I built things, (Some kind of worked, the rest exploded) and I went to the castle. My family and I went to the castle every year to import the food. I liked the place. I climbed about every tree in it and there I met Naren. I first found her in a dark alleyway. Something about her drew me in. Probably the cake she had in her hands, eating. “Where did you get that?” I asked. “Stole it” she bluntly replied. “From who?” “Tourists” “Am I a tourist?” “yes” “are you going to steal from me?” ” ‘pends ” “On what?” “What you ‘ave” I emptied my pockets. “Nothin’ really. Just some walnuts I got from a tree” ” Can I have some?” “Sure, can I have some of your cake?” “yup” and so our conversation went. She, unbeknownst to me, followed me home, and preceded to wake me up in the middle of the night. “Where are you taking me?” I asked. “Stop asking questions” she whispered back. We approached a large building. ” ‘ats where Tibeon Thullson lives. Everyone thinks he is going to be the next captain of the guards.” “Oh, do you think he’ll be a good one?” “No, he’s a jerk.” “Oh” I said again. I had never heard that word before. “Why are you so short?” she rudely asked. “Oh-uh-I’m a Hobbit.” “Oh you’re one of the small things that bring in the food, right? I’ve never seen one before. The guards clear all the “rapscallions” so the Hobbits see a clean, nice city.” “Oh….Ah…yes. I’m seven.” “Good to meet you. I’m eleven and my name’s Naren. What’s yours?” ” ‘Mines Tipper” “Bye Tipper” she said as she scampered off into the moonlight. “Great.” I thought “Now how do I get home?” It was a long night.
Thanks for reading. There will be more in the future but this won’t be a book of any sort. So long!