MISSING

I leave behind the usual clutter
Of unfinished business,
Regrets, and roads not taken in life

I also leave my heart poured out on paper
Undiscovered glimpses of my life
To be enjoyed by any who find them good

Or perhaps to be ridiculed,
As being to soft and light for the modern world

Whatever the fate of my work,
It seems petty, in the face of the poetry
Of my true and final resting place

I say now to those who might care for me
“Do not look for me in the harsh lights of the city
Nor in the cool foothills of the mountains
I have gone home to stay”

I had a weird dream about working on a series of kid's books. They were illustrated and I wish I could draw like that. Some of it looked a lot like Brad Guigar's art on Evil, Inc.

One of the books was about a young owl discovering things. It was called, "Nobody Really Likes Liver."

A Very Eventful Summer
Chapter 11
by Freya
They survived everything so far so how hard can a little rock climbing be?

They are out at last but surviving mother nature can be the hardest test of all.

Everyone ready for the Challenge of Air? Will they get to go free after this?
Read and Find out!

A Psalm of Dorothy

Maria winced, "I'm sorry."

Rick interrupted, "No apologies are necessary." He continued, "Are you ready for you ride milady? Your chaffeur awaits you?"

She nodded and he lifted her into his arms and carried her through the door.

This came to me after reading these blog posts:

http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/blog/20438/my-purpose-joining-big-closet

http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/blog/20454/could-i-be-loved-be-considered-beautiful

© 2010

In the Break Room between challenges, but can any room designed by these lunatics truly be relaxing?

Out of the Frying pan...

The End of the tunnel is in sight but that light they are seeing isn't sunshine.

START THE RAIN

FLASHBACK

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
WHEN I HAVE CLOSED MY EYES
SUDDENLY IT HAPPENS

Storms: an angry night

John has lost everything. He is lost in his sorrow and is grasping at straws. Is hunting really the best idea?

GRANNY’S SONG

When I was a young girl, my granny held me on her knee
She used to tell me stories about our great country

Stories about the riggin’ men and the cowboys true
About the winters so cold, turn your fingers blue

She taught me right from wrong, to be good to everyone
And to never leave a chore alone, until it has been done

Sometimes I could ride a horse, or go in a pickup truck
I thought that nobody else had ever had such luck

She would sing of the river red, and how she would long
For the range, and her man, my granddaddy, who was so strong

Falling

Dawn entered her apartment. It was sparse, little more than the size of a hotel suite. It had a tiny kitchen, a bedroom, and a small dining room. She went into the bedroom, sat down at the computer, wiped away a tear, and started to type.

Dawn’s Story:

“I should have seen that coming. I bet everyone has said that at least once. Well, sometimes, you are better off not knowing. Take me for example.

STRIP CLUB

The room is dark
The music loud
The audience is tense
A woman appears
Takes small steps

GARDEN OF LOVE/ SCORCHED EARTH

I pass by a garden of love
Once planted and tended by a pair of friends
Now reduced to a tinder
Bare and black with ash

In a field, there was an oak at one end, and a willow-tree at the other.

Whenever a wind moved through the field, the willow swayed in the wind, while the oak remained unmoved.

When this happened, the willow said to itself, “I wish I was as strong as the Oak, instead of bending over with every breeze“ then one day a large windstorm whipped through the field.

A Typical

Day

The second in a trilogy by three different authors, that chronicle the problems and a possible resolution when a wife pours out her anguish to her husband.

SCARS

Covered over
But not removed

Torn

The first of a trilogy by three different authors, chronicling the problems and a possible resolution when a wife pours out her anguish to her husband.

The story will be continued in:
"A Typical Day" By Chagrined and finished in "Resolution" By Patty Marie

WINTER BLUES

The sky is ash
The trees are bare
The silence stark
No life anywhere

Andrew finds his Father in the midst of organizing several builders who, with some assistance from several hundred warriors, are in the process of felling trees for use in building as well as clearing the tree stumps and leveling portions of the land in preparation of building. There is a gentle slope to the land which will assist greatly in the drainage of the area should there be a hard rain, which always seems to happen when one least expects it, and the entire area appears to be quite adequate for the buildings and creation of a grassy field for use as a training ground. While the entire scene viewed from afar appears to be a ‘mad-house’, upon closer inspection everything may be determined to be well orchestrated with many logs being brought to the mill and kilns which have been hastily erected within the initial clearing.

WHY DADDY WHY

What made you fear
So you couldn’t be here
Why daddy why daddy why

(Sketches by Terry Volkirch)

Kayla and Alice continue to provide more healings after supper has ended. Andrew, Alexandra and Rachel provide energy to assist permitting many more of the minor healings to be completed quickly with all touched by either Kayla or Alice. Now inquiries are made as to unmentioned injuries which may be examined tomorrow and possibly healed or, at least, reduced in severity.

Missii and Kayla situate the Felines they just hired, introducing them to the previous four Feline hires and the ten human warriors. This gives the house a combat force of 34, plus Missii and Kayla, with the weight heavily on the Feline side.

Andrew waits outside the room. After ten minutes or so Alice emerges telling him that Rachel is sleeping, "Mother is going to watch her for a while. Could you come and help me bring my things from my old room?"