Grrr.... Sundays. I love weekends, really I do. But Sundays aways are in the middle for me. Because really there just isn't enough time in the day to do what needs doing. First, you wake up (or at least you do if you're a teenager) REALLY late because you stayed up all Saturday night then it takes about an hour for you to gather up you senses enough to change into new clothes and shove food into your mouth. And I always have to go to bed really early, lay in bed for an hour trying to sleep, get up and stall it, wait some more, THEN go to bed. And in the end, I go to bed round about the same time I do Saturday nights, only it isn't a content murmuring, blissful sleep. Nope. Not Sunday nights. Sunday nights I stress and worry about going back to school until I finally collapse in exhaustion.
ANYWAY, the next half of the story later. I've been thinking about the cow story a little bit this week and I think the simple stormy Wisconsin story is going to turn into something great. So, as it turns out there might be a third, even forth, part to the story. Kay, I'll finish the story later. But just not today. I'm too sleepy today. Or at least that's my excuse.
One more thing, Does anyone care to leave a comment? A compliment or something? A correction even? A sassy one-liner, anyone? Sigh.
My eyes are dropping. Bye bye.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Horror Stories
The wind whispered warnings in my ear but I didn't pay it any attention. I had a job to do I couldn't just let the cows go to the mercy of the storm. Dark ominous clouds thrashed and shuddered as lightning snapped down, eliminating the countryside.
I toke a deep breath and kept struggling to find the lost herd. I listened carefully for the deep penetrating moo and watched for the flash of brown and splattered black but my eyes and ears couldn't make out anything besides the roaring thunder and the lashing rain. I felt desperation swirl deep in my chest, but I shuffled on determinedly. I stepped tentatively because I didn't want to fall and break my ankle because knew no one would hear my cries. No one would come looking either, because Papa was gone with my siblings and Mama having a migraine and couldn't be disturbed. I doubted Papa knew how bad the storm would be when he left for my cousin's wedding, but he gave me a smile and told me he was confident that I, being the oldest and most responsible, would be fine. And that the farm had seen worse storms. He had been wrong. No one predicted the strength of the storm but now it hit in it's fullest fury.
I stumbled along, wondering if I should turn back and give it up. Just as I was ready to turn around a sound drifted around the storms howls. Possibly the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. Mooing.
I turned and stumbled towards the sound. I turned around in circles, expecting to see big brown eyes and a sweet, plump face. No where. I was being to think I imagined the sound, until again it came.
I twisted, following the sound.
The ground slipped away under my feet so suddenly that all that came out of my mouth was a strangled yelp. For a moment I hung suspended in the air then the reality and ground hit me with a bone shattering crunch. This time a actual scream escaped my throat. It was drown out by the thunder that shook the ground. I wondered how long it would be until help came. If I was going to have to wait the night. I closed my eyes as the pain flushed.
And THAT is the first part of my Cow Horror Story. Was it suspenseful? The beginning was, I think. The end of that half of the story sort of died down a little bit. Oh, well. Can't be perfect ALL the time right? You know, it's funny, one time we had a guest author come in to talk to us. It was amazingly cool, it was the author of the books Red Glass, and Starlight. Mostly it was just cool that we got to meet a author, face to face. I talked to her and when I told her I wanted to be an author, and she smiled and said, "Cool, what type?" And I said "I want to write some horror stories and stuff." And she was like, "What??!! You seemed so bubbly and stuff. I'm so surprised!" That's seriously what she said. It was pretty random. Do I seem bubbly to you??? I hope not. That's not really the mode I was trying to portray, y'know?
Okay, anyway, I'll give you the second half of it later. Gotta go now. Later!
I toke a deep breath and kept struggling to find the lost herd. I listened carefully for the deep penetrating moo and watched for the flash of brown and splattered black but my eyes and ears couldn't make out anything besides the roaring thunder and the lashing rain. I felt desperation swirl deep in my chest, but I shuffled on determinedly. I stepped tentatively because I didn't want to fall and break my ankle because knew no one would hear my cries. No one would come looking either, because Papa was gone with my siblings and Mama having a migraine and couldn't be disturbed. I doubted Papa knew how bad the storm would be when he left for my cousin's wedding, but he gave me a smile and told me he was confident that I, being the oldest and most responsible, would be fine. And that the farm had seen worse storms. He had been wrong. No one predicted the strength of the storm but now it hit in it's fullest fury.
I stumbled along, wondering if I should turn back and give it up. Just as I was ready to turn around a sound drifted around the storms howls. Possibly the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. Mooing.
I turned and stumbled towards the sound. I turned around in circles, expecting to see big brown eyes and a sweet, plump face. No where. I was being to think I imagined the sound, until again it came.
I twisted, following the sound.
The ground slipped away under my feet so suddenly that all that came out of my mouth was a strangled yelp. For a moment I hung suspended in the air then the reality and ground hit me with a bone shattering crunch. This time a actual scream escaped my throat. It was drown out by the thunder that shook the ground. I wondered how long it would be until help came. If I was going to have to wait the night. I closed my eyes as the pain flushed.
And THAT is the first part of my Cow Horror Story. Was it suspenseful? The beginning was, I think. The end of that half of the story sort of died down a little bit. Oh, well. Can't be perfect ALL the time right? You know, it's funny, one time we had a guest author come in to talk to us. It was amazingly cool, it was the author of the books Red Glass, and Starlight. Mostly it was just cool that we got to meet a author, face to face. I talked to her and when I told her I wanted to be an author, and she smiled and said, "Cool, what type?" And I said "I want to write some horror stories and stuff." And she was like, "What??!! You seemed so bubbly and stuff. I'm so surprised!" That's seriously what she said. It was pretty random. Do I seem bubbly to you??? I hope not. That's not really the mode I was trying to portray, y'know?
Okay, anyway, I'll give you the second half of it later. Gotta go now. Later!
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