woooo, cool, can't wait to read ya.

Here's the begining of my story, ill post the rest when i can, i dnt have a name for it yet, but any way here it is, hope you like it.



       As a child, I would frequent the old growth forest around my birth home. On the outside, the forest went for 20 acres, but on the inside it seemed to go on for miles. Trees of all sizes stood, as soldiers, against the changing world.Some trees, well over 300 years old, seemed to be alive, filled with the wisdom and the knowledge of centuries gone by. One such tree, which i affectionatly called grandfather, was 450 years old and  exuded an aura of wisdom so powerful that the world around him seemed to bend and twist to his will.  Animals of all kinds where everywhere, deer, birds, frogs, toads, coyotes, foxes, rabbits, all filled the forest with more life, bringing it alive.
   I always felt welcome in the forests green embrace, but at night i could feel the forest call to me and hear it call my name in its ghostly voice "Marin.....Marin.....Marin....."
Its voiced beckend me, pulling at my soul, drawing me closer and closer with each passing full moon.
       At times i would wander the forest under the full moon, listening to the frogs and crickets, howling with the coyotes, and filling my body with the moons tender light. Oh how i loved the forest so, but alas, the universe turned upon me and forced me from my true home, the only one i had ever known, and into a new forest, one of steel, glass, concrete, and noise, the forest called, the city..........

To be continued......

waaahoooo, ya that is off de hook.

How about writing a complete outline (point form) of the story's main points just to give you a general idea of where to take it?