Fraggle Rock fanfic: Everything Seems To Sing

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Dear Diary,
I had forgotten how hard traveling on the road is when you only....
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Her feet hurt.

Her feet hurt, she was all alone.

Her feet hurt, she was alone, the flower was pretty.

She was alone…the flower was pretty.

The flower was pretty…

Mokey sighed as she turned the pink spotted lily stem over and over in her hands, lost in thought.

Had what Boober asked really just been to keep her from leaving?

Mokey's thoughts were so far back in the cozy memories of her home in the lower rock for the last eighteen years, that she seemed to have all but forgotten the group walking single file in front of her.

Cantus walked before them all, his magic pipe held within easy playing distance.

The large form of Brool came next, so near to his leader that he seemed to be inches away from stepping on his cloak, stopping now and then to sniff the air.

Murray followed, doing his own check every few steps to grab hold of the hand or tail of Brio, who was looking back in concern at the tall lilac fraggle walking dead last.

Balsam, the only one not in line, had taken to his own path beside them, zipping from brush to stone with a quick cricket like clicking sound.

Brio sighed as she was dragged from the sight of the saddened Mokey again by Murray's almost annoyed pulling on her hand, and fixed him with an unseen look.

"Aw no, not this again…" Murray said with his own sigh as music started all around, backed up by Balsam's, and the rest of the insects of the road to Wonder Mountain's, clicking.

Both Mokey and Cantus seemed to not notice the songs forlorn beat.

"If the mist is on the trail long, you will know where I have gone....

You can hear the water flow.... a hundred miles…"

Murray reluctantly joined in with his guitar, to accompany Brio's slightly accented alto, as Brool's ears pricked.

"A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles…

You can hear the water flow a hundred miles…"

Brool sniffed, joining in with Brio and Murray as the whole line began to cross the invisible bridge, Balsam flying over the gap before them with his usually hidden grasshopper like wings.

" Oh moon, I am one, Moon I am two, Moon I am three, Moon I am four, Oh Moon…

I am five hundred miles from my home…"

Balsam landed on Brool's large back as they finished crossing, adding his bongo beat to the three's singing.

"Five hundred miles, five hundred miles, five hundred miles, five hundred miles,

Oh Great Moon, I am five hundred miles from my home…"

As they passed the hole that had once been the home of the feared Avalanche Monster and edged around a cavern of what looked like dancing cacti in the distance, low, sad notes from the magic pipe joined in.

" Not a shirt on my back, not a pebble to my name…

Moon, I can not go home this way…

This way, this way, this way, this way..

Oh Moon, I can not go home this way…"

Mokey finally looked up from her flower at Lanford's soft purr near her ear as the last lines of the song drifted away quietly.

"If the mist is on the trail long, you will know where I am gone…

You can hear... the water flow…a hundred... miles…"

Brio ended her song, burying her muzzle in back of Murray's coat and crying.

"Hey, hey, it's okay…" He whispered with a smile.

"My…" Mokey breathed in concern, the line going back to moving in itself normal music-less fashion...

Normal, except that Murray had fallen back to walk beside her, licking his hand and then grooming his ear in a matter of fact way as his voice went up to a just barely overhear-able whisper.

"I know you don't mean no harm by it Mokey, but if this drag of a mood gets much bigger it'll start kick'n up so much dust we won't be able to see the road."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know…" Mokey said, rubbing her eyes as she started to put her flower from Boober away, only to have Murray stop her, grabbing the lily and handing it back.

"Don't feel sorry, it's okay, we just pick up things real easy on the down low." He said, winking.

"We are travelers of the spirit of the songs." Cantus' distant voice interjected, surprisely loudly for being so far away from earshot.

Murray rolled his eyes a bit in Mokey's direction with such a overblown flare that she couldn't help but laugh.

"There, see? Nice 'n easy. I wouldn't be bugging you to smile so quickly if it was just us 'n the boss, but Brio's 'traveler's spirit' is better at gettn' homesick than most…"

My brother loves to joke that I'm the same way.

The whole world could come to an end around me and I'd be all like "Ooh, butterfly!"

The interaction between Mokey & the minstrels is brillant! More please?

*lol* It's so true...As the story goes on I think I am switching more from 3rd person objective to 3rd person limited as it gets farer into being just Mokey's travels...

Don't worry there will be :3

Can't wait!

That was great, I really enjoyed it. Looking forward to the next part...because why would I look backwards for the next part? that doesn't make sense. XD

Okay, dokay..it should be ready ether today or tomorrow

Certainly not.

This is really good, but it is a little short. That's just my take from reading one posting. I kept hoping to get a little bit more. Perhaps because this reads so very well, and I had been anticipating the next part when I left town last week.

Your dialogues are really good, and I like how you write Cantus, very mysterious.

Funny thing here and tiny bit off topic, but yesterday, I saw a train with the name Cantus on it, and through about all the stories I have read here with him as a character. Funny, but very true.

Hope to read more soon.

And so you shall, for Becky doesn't leave things incomplete mostly.

*lol* Mostly?

But I post my chapters in two halfs...You are lucky you were not here when I was was first posting Midnight Place, I think I had a gap of two months?

I'd like to see the place that is named after him on the coast...

Thank you ^.^. The reason I am slow sometimes is I don't really plan my stories because that kills the idea for me. I just sort of listen to the characters. And Cantus was telling me a very good story that I couldn't tear myself away from...

Don't worry, Becky. When you're ready, we'll be here.

I'm like that too. When I write, I seriously cannot plan a story. I did that once and it ended up coming off a bit dry. It was definitely not one of my favorite stories. It was also only 70 pages. Today my fan fiction tends to max close to 100 pages. Currently, I am posting one that has 250 pages and another has over 400 pages (and that's not even done yet). Neither of these are outlined. Perhaps outlines do work for some, but I have found for me, they do not work at all.

I'm not good at writing long stories actually, the most I've ever been able to write is fifty pages so far..I've found that it starts to fall apart if I try to force it to be anything so I'm not quite sure when I will ever write a hundred pages (But then, you are 12 years older than me, so maybe I will learn with time to. I mean just lately I have been learning to actually finish stories I start, I use to never be able to do that ). Someday maybe...But then, there are a lot of just fine published short story authors in the world..and to focus on page count over the story may be as bad for things as outlining... to me, at least.

I may have a small notepad file with dates or descriptions and stuff, but I don't use outlines either. By the time I post something, I've usually been daydreaming about it over and over again for months (or at least weeks), exploring every scene, every bit of dialogue until it "feels" right.

Maybe. I had trouble getting up to even a 100 pages when I was younger.

But there's nothing wrong with short stories. It's pointless to draw something out to 100 pages if you can get the gist across in 20. It largely depends on an author's focus. For a story with only one major plot, few if any subplots, etc ... a short story is just fine. It's only when you try to describe basically half the universe (LOL) that it becomes necessary to add a little length.

Or if there's multiple subplots going on at the same time.

My stories tend to be very involved with a main plot, but a lot of subplots going on. I have a Fraggle story in mind, which I have started scribbling notations for, but right now I am trying to polish up another story. Someone said that it is slow, but I do not like to rush stories and most of the stories in that particular grouping are rushed. If I can get the story done in 20 pages, then great. My first story (posted when I was 23) was 15 pages long. and today most of my one shots are about 3-8 pages in length. I guess it just depends on the story idea, the plot device, and how far it moves along.

But, maybe this bit belongs in another thread...who knows? I don't want to bog down your story with meanderings like this. Oh and I do agree with redpiggy about this, short stories are fine. I do write them, if I feel motivated to, but generally I have about 4 stories going at once, so maybe that's just me.

To each their own. And speaking of own, I cannot wait to own some more of this story. That said, more please, Becky.

I guess it depends on the author to...By nature, when I just let myself write like I do in my fraggle stories here, I am not a description heavy author.
However I belong to other fandoms were the only 'good' writing liked there is overblown with description of every little thing. To them, I am a good writer because I can do this style, but it is so out of character for me that I have been working on the same story for five years now, and am lucky to write a chapter a year

It's okay, I like talking about writing^.^. Subplots can add length of course, but mine are usually so small that they are like mini- plots..or I dunno if they could even be called that, more like mini happenings between lunch and dinner...

*goes back to writing*

And each and every bit of writing would be artistic genius on your part.