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If anyone has any questions, comments, or ideas for stories, please let me know by posting in this topic. And don't think I've disappeared from the face of the earth. I'm busy writing and typing up a fanfic called 'Aniu's Tale'. It's about Aniu's past, how she met Balto's dad, how she became a spirit, etc. I'll tell you what I'm writing by posting in this topic every once in awhile, but ideas for fanfics and comments/questions are welcomed!

Arhh no more Spiritual stuff !!

lål.

Anyway thought entered in my mind. There is rare of some good actional stories ect: war, and so on

My suggest is to write a story of an newcommer. Of course a guest that no one will count on. That causes that dog/wolf what ever will be kicked on the tail a lot in the area.

Then small sled race. Yep adding the loyalty and trustful. Adding the dog in and as the leader something evil kind (like always bad guy is needed )
Also add the dog in. More cool could be that add someone from Balto's litter in the run. After all only suggestion that could be fun to read

Typing errors blame MSDF
Over and out

Hmmm. Interesting. I'll think about it. A sled run with a bad guy as the lead dog, one of Balto's pups and/or brother and sister, and a dog that 'no one will count on' (I'm not exactly sure what you mean by that). Very interesting. Just to let everyone know, I have started on Dusty's story for the 'A Second Chance' series. After that, there will be a finale, and then the whole series will be OVER!
Your friend who has a cramped hand from all her writing-
redwolf03-BP

yeah like that I meant

That one dog who is just like worthless for others. Of course not good sled dog either but somehow choosen into team where is one Balto's pup.
Then one dog who is full of himself or herself. That always blames this 'worthless dog' and so does everyone else. When he example trips off everyone blames him. This loner is like plague that everyone avoids.

Better example by MSDF
Kick it

I have used that idea in one of my stories, though I've had to change it a little to make it work. But I'll copyright the idea to you all the same, Pirkka. For now, here's a sneak peek at my newest fanfic 'Aniu's Tale'...


Aniu’s Tale

I am the white wolf. I am the alpha female of the Anvil Creek pack. I am a mother, a grandmother, a spirit. But above all, I am a mystery.
For as long as I can remember I have worn this cloak of hidden secrets around my shoulders, encasing myself to become the mystical spirit my family and others have come to know me as. But now I have decided to reveal all and tell the story of my past, my present, and possibly my future. Throwing off this shroud of darkness has taken much courage, so listen well. I promise you your time and patience will not be in vain.
Here is my story, my tale.
My earliest memory is of my father, Wildfire, looking down upon me as I lay next to my mother when my eyes opened for the first time. He was a tower of dark fur with cream flames licking his chest and throat, and yet I hardly felt any fear of him. I smiled up at him and whimpered happily, but his withering look of uncertainty was not the reply I expected.
“She’s too weak. She’ll never survive.”
My beautiful white mother, Silver Snow, seemed not to hear his remark. “We’ll call her Aniu,” she murmured, rubbing her nose against my fluffy fur. I licked that big, black, cold nose with such innocence of my uncertain future that it caused my parents to laugh grimly. It would be the last laughter I would hear in a long time.
I was not born of noble birth. Indeed, I and my litter were not supposed to be born at all. We were an ‘accident.’ The alpha male of the pack, Kalim, chose my mother as his alpha female. Alas, Silver Snow loved Wildfire, and her new title could not freeze her feelings for him. My siblings and I were the result, and the ultimate disgrace.
As soon as I could walk my parents made sure I knew what a delicate situation my family was in. We should have been banished to wander the tundra alone, but my mother begged and pleaded for her family, if not herself, to be spared. Kalim’s heart was softened by my mother’s beauty and courage, but even with his mercy that day, the lives of myself and my littermates would always be in danger.

Comments, questions, things you wanna say are welcomed and appreciated!

What an awesome idea! I never would have thought of having Aniu tell her own story, but in a way it makes me think that it's the best way for it to be told; as you said, she is a mystery. Anyway, this looks really good. Can't wait to read more!

*Bow* Glad to hear that you thought about using my idea. I'd make fanfic but in my English level it ain't so easy. Making it in Finnish? Awsome could it be but harder for others to understand.

Anyway thanks for concidering by using it. I like from sad stories that sometimes turns out to be good. *salutes*

wow thats really good, keep it up

'Aniu's Tale' is now posted in its entirety in my fanfiction section, so if you want to read the whole thing, you know where to find it! I'm still working on 'A Second Chance: Dusty' so I might put up the beginning of it here some time. Who knows if I'll get any writing done for awhile. My mom seems determined to drive around the whole Eastern United States to see relatives or go on vacation!
Till...some time in the future,
redwolf03-BP

Here is the next-to-last installment in the A Second Chance series, the series I've been working on for over a year. You all remember Kaila, Copper, and Chase? Well, their younger brother Dusty has a story to tell...
-redwolf03-BP

A Second Chance: Dusty

Dusty crept up to the starting line. He felt like a mouse trapped out in the open, with nowhere to go. His heart beat hard like the raven’s wing, and pumped fast like the river’s current. He looked up and saw in the crowd the 12-year-old face of his young owner, Julie. She was grinning wildly and hopping from foot to foot with impatience for the race to start.
For once, Dusty was certain of something. He didn’t want to do this. He knew Julie wanted him to be on the mail team, and they both knew he was fast…but was he fast enough?
“Marks!” shouted the man with the starting gun. Dusty jumped, and his paws shook as he worried the cold snow with his pads. There would be twelve dogs running this race. There would be seven winners, five losers. With his luck, he was fairly sure he would come in eighth or last.
“Set!” the man yelled, the glinting gun raised to the cerulean sky. Dusty suddenly caught sight of a familiar canine face in the crowd. His thumping heart beat at the inside of his chest so hard he thought it would burst out in a bloody mess. Chase. What was Chase doing here? She couldn’t run, not with her busted leg.
“Go!”
The gunshot rocketed through the air, and Dusty leapt forward out of pure reflex and instinct. Without the shot, he knew he would’ve never made it past the line.
Before he could recollect his senses he found himself pounding through the streets with dogs as fast and strong, probably even more so, than he. He could barely see the crowds on either side flashing by in a colorful blur, but before he could stop admiring the scenery, a dog pushed him from behind.
“Keep your eyes on the road or get out of the race!” the dog cried as Dusty stumbled. He accidentally crashed into a black and white female husky and knocked her to the ground. She yipped and whined as dozens of running paws rolled her back towards the start. Dusty cringed and started to go back to help her, but he was wheeled on by the oncoming wave of dogs.
The race was at its peak. Dusty knew he was stuck running it now, so he might as well run good. He ducked his slight body low to the ground and pretended his muzzle was an arrow that would guide him straight through the finish. He used his large paws to tug his weight forward, and soon he was passing the malamute ahead of him. The sled dog looked in surprise at how such a small dog as Dusty could be overtaking others, but Dusty saw the look only for a moment as he left behind an Akita on his left, a mutt on his right.
He could see the FINISH banner up ahead, its letters blood red and bright against the clean white of the cloth. He was going to make it. He would bound across that finish line, and all of this would be over. He doubted he would make the team, and he was kind of glad.

sounds so cool!

I've been working on Dusty's story for awhile now, and I've got most of the plot worked out. It might take a little longer than I thought, though. Thanks to all who read and enjoy (and comment, too) ( ) on my fanfics!

This is a very nice story so far, though I think I'll have to go back and read the other Second Chance fics first.
Silly me for starting at the end of a series.
Keep it up, and if you have the time, I'd appreciate anything you have to say about my new fic Seven Spanish Angels: The Ballad of Innocent Blood.

Write on!
-LWf

I'll read 'Seven Spanish Angels', don't worry about that! After you worked so long and hard on it, I'll definitely read it! You mean you haven't read ANY of my A Second Chance stories???!! Just kidding. If you're starting from the very beginning, though, it might take you awhile to get through all three of them, plus the introduction...Hope you enjoy!