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The last of Mossfollow Wood

If you are wondering what happened to the characters of Mossfollow Wood go here.  Orion-mk3 did a wonderful job of pulling all of our loose threads together, while allowing the reader to imagine what was really going on. Who knows, maybe it was all in our heads.

Here is a list of all the particpants for December’s Chain.



Ralph Pines


Absolute Write – December Blog Chain – Part 13

Into Mossfallow Wood, pt. 13 – Absolute Write Blog Chain 

This month’s Absolute Write‘s blog chain is actually a blog-O-phone. Everyone writes 250 words of a story and the next person continues it on. We’re currently up to part thirteen, so you may want to start at the beginning to get the full effect.

Part 01 – orion_mk3 (link to post)
Part 02 – Ralph Pines (link to post)
Part 03 – ishtar’sgate (link to post)
Part 04 – Angyl78 (link to post)
Part 05 – MsLaylaCakes (link to post)
Part 06 – meowzbark (link to post)
Part 07 – orion_mk3 (link to post)
Part 08 – ishtar’sgate (link to post)
Part 09 – Angyl78 (link to post)
Part 10 – MsLaylaCakes (link to post)
Part 11- meowzbark (link to post)

Part 12 – BBBurke (link to post)


Claire, Alan and Cal watched as the snowmobile careened past the tree and went off in the direction of the house.

“Was that…”

Claire hung her head in shame and disbelief. Leave it to those two to get things absolutely wrong. “Yes, that was Kyle and Chris.”

“Are they going to be okay?”

“As long as we don’t hear an explosion…”



Claire looked at Alan in disbelief. She wasn’t sure where to go now. Help the idiot Cal back to the house, or go after her friends. Then she looked down at the bottom of the tree where the ginormous dog lay whining. This was not a good day. Except for the injured trespassers, her grandpa was not going to like his insurance bill.

“You go find your friends. I’ll help him to the house.”

Slowly they made their way down out of the tree, Cal collapsing in the snow. Claire looked at Allen who nodded towards the smoke they could see rising above the trees.

“Go. I’ll see you later.”

Claire ran, well more like sludged through the snow. Praying that she would find her friends alive she crested the hill and saw the doom of everything.

That tree she had told Allen about? Well, yeah… From the looks of things Kyle and Chris had managed to bail before the snowmobile met the tree. Oh, this was not going to go well.

December Absolute Write Blog Chain: Part 9

Okay here is the continuation of the December Blog Chain, phone-a-thon:

Additional Posts to follow the story line:
Part 01 – orion_mk3 (link to post)
Part 02 – Ralph Pines (link to post)
Part 03 – ishtar’sgate (link to post)
Part 04 – Angyl78 (link to post)
Part 05 – MsLaylaCakes (link to post)
Part 06 – meowzbark (link to post)
Part 07 – orion_mk3 (link to post)

Part 08 – Ishtar’s gate (link to post)


Into Mossfollow Wood: Trapped

Claire looked at Beth down in the snow. Served her right for sitting on that branch; it was broken. She climbed down out of the tree and offered Beth a hand up.

“Think Grandpa will catch them?”

“Oh, I think your grandpa will be chasing those two for a while. I heard you offer Cal a tree?”

Claire looked at Beth, “Yeah, I did. But I guess he doesn’t want it. I have to wait for Kyle and Chris to get here.”

They stood there looking at each other when they heard a yell and followed by a lot of barking and snarling. Beth took of running and Claire scrambled to get back up in the tree.

Alan came running by first and clambered up into the tree, Cal wasn’t too far behind him and just made it up into the lower branches when the largest dog Claire had seen came snapping and growling at his heels.

“Who’s dog is that?”

“You know, I don’t have a clue.”

Alan looked up at Claire, “Do you have anything that will scare him off.”

“Uh, no. I think we’ll be stuck. I wonder if Grandpa knows whose it is?”

Claire moved down to sit on the branch above Cal, “Where is my grandpa?”

Alan and Cal looked at each other and then her. “I don’t know. We’d just split and he was right behind me before I ran into that.”


December Blog Chain (This time it is…)

This post is part of the December 2013 Blog Chain at Absolute Write. This month’s prompt is “250-Word Story Chain, or, The Blog-O-Phone.”

Orion_Mk3, Ralph Pines and ishtar’sgate come before me with the beginning three sections of the story.

 Mossfollow Wood (pt. 4)

Claire Wiggins stopped her slide as she watched the two grown men head off in two separate directions. They had both dropped their axes. She started to laugh knowing it would carry through the woods. She didn’t laugh in public ’cause now matter how she tried, she still sounded like a cackling witch.

She wondered how much longer it would take for the other contenders to come for this tree. Sliding all the way down, she dropped into the snow. Looking at the tree,  she realized that the axe hadn’t cut that deep despite how hard Ostafinski had swung. For such a large man that sure was a crappy swing.

Claire listened to the woods. She figured she’d best remove the axes and wipe away some of the foot prints before someone else came. Climbing back up to the upper branches, she peered out trying to see where everyone else was. Grandpa had told her this was the tree to hold on to. It was supposed to be the one that they were running lights out to. He said that after the initial rush, she could run the lights out in the afternoon.  Kyle and Chris were currently making their way from grandpa’s barn to this tree running the lights up the other trees along the way.

Claire looked and saw Ms. McHugh headed her way. Oh this should be fun. She looked at her array of supplies and wondered what she should dropp. She saw the red dye…

Check out this month’s other bloggers, all of whom have posted or will post their own responses:


Ralph Pines






Absolute Write – November Blog Chain

Unicorn Droppings

This is this month’s prompt. For November?

Frances stood on the knoll looking down at the large group of workers down in the valley. He stood there and watched them dumbfounded. “Hey Kylee!!!” Frances waited until Kylee walked up, “Look at this they’re picking up after us. Kinda gross huh?”

Kylee laughed. “Oh boy! I wonder what they’re doing with it this time. I think last time some monkey-man was trying to sell it melted down for headaches.”

“Who’s going to go ask?”

“You both can.” Their mother walked up to them, “Just change. I think if you went as you are they would loose their minds.”

Frances headed towards the grove and shifted form. He grabbed his clothes out of his bag from where he had left it and quickly put them on. He wondered who had sent the workers out and from which village they came from. The herd had skirted three or four villages in the last few days as they moved north to the cooler climates for the summer. He thought maybe he would cross over the channel and stay in Ireland for the time. It would be nice to get out on his own, but for now he needed to go down with Kylee to see what was what.

“Maybe we should walk around the hill and come from the other side. Just to keep them away from the herd?”

They walked back away from the herd, out of site of the workers until the sun was shadowed by the hill. The trek around the hill was long and sweaty leaving the two men thirsty by the time the workers were in site.

The men were in site and then the wind shifted no longer blowing from them but to them, leopards.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” A large man stood up from the tree he had been leaning against just as more ‘workers’ surrounded them.

Crap, no Ireland this summer.

For other Absolute Write Blog writers click on the following:

Participants and posts:
ishtar’sgate – (link to post)
orion_mk3 – (link to post)
sweetwheat – (link to post)
skunkmelons – (link to post)
BBBurke – (link to post)
Sudo_One – (link to post)
julzperri – (link to post)


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