Man! This place is dead! Why is no one posting-anything? I think the crickets moved they were so board. Maybe I should go search through the drafts, is someone hiding something there-hm?
 Is no one writing this summer? Come on, I mean we have a WHOLE three months of FREEDOM!!! We should spend most of it writing :D ANYONE? I can hear my voice echoing in here it is so empty.
 Anyhow, here is my controbution to the Attack-does RK through us in the dungeon for cliff hangers?

Striker studied the cloud, it was not moving, just hanging in the sky; and it was all alone, all around it the sky was blue. “How could it have just appeared like that?” he asked no one in particular.

Callan shook his head. “Well, it can't do us any harm since it is in the sky, we should keep walking.”

They followed this plan, but the cloud had sobered them a great deal. All that day they could think about nothing else but that huge black cloud, and as they walked it seemed to follow them. It might not have been too bad had it, in blocking out the sun, lessened the heat; but if anything it only made things worse. Now the air was heavy and it was hard to breath, stuffy.

“We need to stop,” Trystan was the one who first said it. The others were more then ready to agree by then, and they sank down to the sand; without a word they all opened their water flasks and took drinks.

“We have to get out from under that cloud,” Striker looked up at it again; it seemed to him as if it was lowering in the sky, he rubbed his eyes.

“And how are we going to do that?” Ben-Argon asked, he fought back a yawn. It struck him how tried he was, he wondered what was causing it. “I think I could sleep for a whole week,” he said over a yawn.

Trystan stared at him. “Are you feeling well Ben-Argon?” he asked quickly.

“Yes,” Ben-Argon nodded his head, annoyance in his voice, “you don't have to worry about me all the time, I am not fail just because I am blind!”

Callan leaped to his feet suddenly. “What is that?” he demanded, he stepped on something.

“What?” Striker looked up at him.

Callan pulled his foot up and everyone but Ben-Argon looked down. Trystan's face went as white as a sheet and he leaped to his feet; Callan saw the look of horror on his face and jumped up as well. Striker took a step backwards and Ben-Argon stood as well, though he had no clue as to what was going on.

“What is it?” he asked.

“One of the Scorpions!” Trystan said in a tight voice.

Ben-Argon took a step backwards, his face went as white as Trystan's.

Striker knelt down by the dead bug while Trystan looked at the cloud again. “What is so bad about one scorpion?” he asked, he had heard about them of course, but this one was dead now; no harm there.

“We have to get out of here,” Trystan suddenly said.

Striker looked up. “Why?” he asked, “what is going on here?”

Ben-Argon fixed his blind eyes on Striker. “Scorpions do not travel alone,” he said, “they travel in packs, and they fly. That is no cloud, it is a swarm of scorpions, very deadly scorpions!”

 Jack here, oh DeKker, you have to make your own catigory, like I did. If you can't figure it out you can tell me what you want the category to say and I'll do it.
 Anyhow, now I post my story. This is the dog fight from Misadventure on the Mountain. Its long, if it is too long let me know and I will post it in parts.

Jessie flew back to the town where everything was in mayhem. The Red Baron was now shooting at the houses, and the people had fled to the street to find another safe hiding place. Fear spurred Jessie on; she had to stop that man before someone was hurt, or killed!

The Red Baron was unaware she was there until she flew up beside him; then passed him. He was almost struck immovable when he saw the other plane, but he soon recovered and flew after it. He recognized the plane, but he also knew neither Aaron nor Rick knew how to fly.

Jessie led the Red Baron away from the town; at first he was too stunned to do anything other then follow her, however, that soon changed. They were flying low over the trees when he opened fire on her.

Ra-tat-tat! Jessie rocked the plane from side to side, trying to avoid the bullets that threatened to rip the wings apart. Rat-tat-tat-tat. The Red Baron managed to stay on Jessie’s tail, following her every move, and proving himself to be an expert flier.

Bullets flew past the biplane, some were striking dangerously close; Jessie knew she could not keep the Red Baron off for long unless she did something, and fast; she decided to try one of Nate's tricks, never for a moment stopping to think that it might not work.

Jessie increased the biplane's speed. It rushed past the trees, but wasn't fast enough to get far ahead of the Red Baron; that was when Jessie realized there was no way she could get far enough a head of him to pull the trick off off, unless she...Jessie suddenly jerked back on the throttle; this was so unexpected it caught the Red Baron off guard and he yanked back on his own throttle, slowing his plane. Then, before the Red Baron had time to react, Jessie rammed the throttle forward and sped off again.

Jessie clenched the pilot's stick, she was sure she was going to leave figure marks in it; she struggled to keep from trembling. The Red Baron was gaining on her once more; it was now or never. Yanking down and back on the stick, Jessie nearly yelled when the plane slowed down so fast it could have given her whiplash, but it worked. The biplane dropped, almost crashing into the trees as it fell and slowed speed.

The Red Baron, completely caught off guard, flew right over the biplane; then, before he had time to circle around, Jessie stepped on the throttle and pulled the stick back. The plane soared upward; it rushed on as though it intended to touch the sky. Jessie knew the Red Baron's plane could go higher then the biplane; the good thing was that he knew it too. She did not slow her speed as she mounted higher and higher; the Red Baron clung to her tail and continued his non-stop shooting. One bullet hit the biplane's wing, then another. They tore the canvas away from the wing and caused the biplane to rock wildly.

When Jessie knew she could go no higher she shoved the pilot’s stick forward; the plane began hurdling toward the ground. The Red Baron felt sure the bullets had done fatal damage to the wing, and that the biplane was now carrying Jessie to her death; he smiled in satisfaction.

However, Jessie wasn't through yet. Yanking back on the stick she just avoided hitting the trees; even so, as she passed inches over the trees the wings of the plane touched some of the tree tops. Jessie started wide eyed as the trees passed under the plane; that had been a little too close even for her! She knew she would have to be more careful; she hadn't done many stunts before, and one false move now could result with her planted in the ground.

Jessie quickly turned the plane and, before the Red Baron could recover from the shock of seeing her pull the plane out of downward spiral, she was behind him. Now it was his turn to try and shake her. Determined to get behind the biplane once more the Red Baron began to circle; Jessie did the same.

Around and around they went, the circle grew tighter, the planes came closer together. Bullets filled the air; the Red Baron could not aim in the tight the circle, but that did not stop some of the bullets from striking biplane. Slowly it began to loose power, and Jessie knew an engine had been hit. Black smoke filled the air, making it never to impossible to see. This did not stop the Red Baron from shooting. It was during the fry that Jessie was shot in the arm.

Fiery hot pain tore through her body, she tried to fight it off and kept a firm grip on the stick. However, it no longer mattered. The biplane was sputtering, the engine was cutting out, and now Jessie could see flames in the black smoke; the engine had caught fire. Before Jessie had time to think of what she should do, the biplane lost power and went hurtling toward the ground. This time Jessie knew she could not pull out of it; she was going to crash.

“Faither help me!” she prayed as she yanked back on the stick and slowed the plane. There was no way to avoid the crash, but at least she could try and make it less painful.

Jessie's arm hurt so bad she could not use it. Her vision was blurred and her head was spinning; she could barely think straight, let alone stop the plane, which had started spinning in its downward spiral. Jessie did her best to stop the spinning, always aware of the fact that the ground was coming closer with each passing moment.

It took all her strength, but Jessie finally steadied the plane and pulled out of the spin. Below her Jessie could now see a meadow; directed the plane toward it thinking that would be the safest place to crash land.

However, now that the plane was slowing down, the smoke drifted back into Jessie's face and clouded her vision; her eyes began to water and she blinked several times, trying to see. She had a feeling the Red Baron was still on her tail, she highly doubted he was going to let her land, unless he planned to finish her off on the ground.

She kept a sharp look out for the triplane, she even dared a glance over her shoulder, yet she did not see him. Did he think she was done for and so gave up? Had he returned to the village to finish what he had started? The engine belched more smoke just then and reminded Jessie of the problem at hand. She turned her attention back to the meadow, she had to land before the plane lost power all together and implanted her in the ground.

The plane entered the meadow hard and fast, the wheels touched the rocky ground and the plane bounced back up again. Jessie set her teeth and held on, through her mind flashed stories of planes crashing into balls of flames in which no one survived.

The plane was going to fast for Jessie to land it on the first pass over the meadow, it touched the ground two more times before Jessie had to pull up and turn before she crashed into the trees. The wheels touched down once more, then three more times. Jessie stepped on the brake as the trees rushed out to meet them, at that moment she knew there was no escaping the trees. Turning the plane, Jessie miscalculated, and one of the wings was caught in the tree line; the wing came off, and in doing so whipped the plane around, embedding its nose into the trees.

Jessie was thrown forward in her seat and momentarily stunned. Thick black smoke billowed around her, covering her with a snuffling blanket. Though breathing became difficult she could not move, her body throbbed with pain, and she seemed unable to think. Flames continued to lap at the engine, growing brighter with each passing moment.

It was at that moment that Jessie heard a noise that sent her heart to hammering. The silence of the meadow was suddenly broken by the sound of another plane landing, the Red Baron! Jessie scrambled out of the plane, the flames were now spreading and blocking her exit; she turned and climbed out of the other side. The moment her feet hit the ground her knees buckled and she was sent tumbling to the ground, she quickly picked herself up and turned to run into the woods. She was not fast enough.

A pair of powerful arms closed over her, holding her tightly. A hand, as hard as iron, closed over her wounded arm and sent pain ripping through her body. Jessie cried out in pain and fought back the growing blackness that was threatening to take her.

“At last!” the Red Baron turned her around and glared darkly out her. “I have you in my grasp!”

All of Jessie's pluck fled and she looked up at the man. She saw the bitterness in his eyes and knew she was done for, she may have survived the crash but she was not going to survive this man.

“You are a nuisance,” the Red Baron was saying as he hauled her back from the plane. “It is a wonder that man put up with you for so long.”

Jessie closed her eyes against the man and groaned, “He had little say in the matter.”

The Red Baron scowled and opened his mouth to saw something when the the flames found the gas tank. Eagerly they ate up the gas, and very soon the biplane was nothing more then a ball of flame, small explosions sounded from it.

The Red Baron hurried away from the ball of fire, pulling Jessie with him. It was only when he was a safe distance away that he stopped to look, and it was then that Jessie tried to make her escape.

 Jack here, I am testing this out to see if my template worked. Welcome to the Inklings Attic, I am the ghost around here, long story, well not really. Anyhow, I wanted to welcome you and well, just have a look around and enjoy your stay, should have some stories up soon for you to read.
 Jack Baillot's Ghost