http://www.halflit.net/carousel Open Ended Community-Created Fiction Tue, 05 May 2009 06:46:39 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en I'm reviving this. http://www.halflit.net/carousel/?p=102 “Margarete, this is my sister Rowan, you can call her Tiny for short. Tiny, this is Margarete, the most awesome of women, yourself aside, to have ever graced my presence.” Rook spoke in his best announcer voice as Rowan walked into the foyer before him, and received a thump to ... http://www.halflit.net/carousel/?p=91 "You drive like a country bumpkin," Margarete admonished genially, her full cheeks dimpling slightly, as Rook drove his rusty old mini down the lane.  They'd been discussing the usual – progress on their collective studies, updates on friends and colleagues, that sort of thing.  Though Margarete was several years older ... http://www.halflit.net/carousel/?p=87 An hour and fifteen minutes later, Rook stood in the hotel lobby with his hands folded behind his back, eyes roaming the somewhat shabby décor detachedly. He focussed his attention on hearing the sharp report of Margarete's low heels come quickly down the hallway and around the corner. The German ... http://www.halflit.net/carousel/?p=81 returned to examining the evidence that they had indeed come down the right fork which clearly they did not go down the previous night. Except there were no signs in the mud of the left fork that there had been anything passing that way for a week or so, the ... http://www.halflit.net/carousel/?p=76 As if she didn't hear him, Rowen looked off after the family of foxes as they disappeared quickly into the underbrush. An unexpected shudder in his diaphragm caused Charlie to draw in a deep, abrupt breath which he held, cool and damp, in his lungs as he watched Rowen ... http://www.halflit.net/carousel/?p=66 Rowan and Charlie tracked through the muddy wet road, Rowan often getting ahead of Charlie, as he only had a vague idea on how to hike, and his boots would get stuck more often in the mud than hers.  He was a city boy after all. Rowan, on the other ... http://www.halflit.net/carousel/?p=60 "Tut-tut," Rook muttered with a feigned disapproval, "You're not really going outside like that are you?"  It had been less than an hour since breakfast, and Rowen was practically chomping at the bit. She rolled her eyes good naturedly at Rook's incredibly cliché onomatopoeia.  "Like you're one to talk," she answered ... http://www.halflit.net/carousel/?p=53 Rook was up early, definitely before his sister who had a habit of sleeping in regularly even when she didn’t fall asleep exhausted. Charlie had come downstairs about halfway through breakfast being prepared, the scent of waffles pulling him from sleep and dispelling any vestiges of sleep. Charlie looked like ... http://www.halflit.net/carousel/?p=43 After another half of an hour, the dishes were done and the trio had retired to the upper floor of the ramshackle house. Charlie bid them a short goodnight and vanished into his room, and Rowen leaned in the jamb of her door, smiling at her big brother. “I'm glad ... http://www.halflit.net/carousel/?p=36