The bridge.

Peering through the window, I saw the country side, the rolling hills and changing trees of northern Arkansas.  I was headed home for fall break from college, U of A to be exact.  I was tired and nauseous for the winding roads and the sinking sun behind the clouds.  My parents were expecting me to be there tomorrow evening, but I chose to leave early and surprise them.  That was my first mistake that night.  

     As the sun finally disappeared across the horizon, and the night began, I wanted to push on and make it home at least by morning.  I got onto a road, very narrow and had no lines.  The whole thing for nearly three miles was a narrow shaky bridge.  I am terrified of bridges, I always fear the worst, but if I wanna gut home fast, it's the best way to go.
    I'd gone this way many times before, including at night, but everything was different tonight.  There was a very thick eerie fog coating the bridge.  I was the only one there as well.  usually there is at least three other people in close range, but this night was completely silent, until, There was a slight ghostly howl.  I was mid way through the bridge when I saw a person, stripped to nothing, they didn't even have skin on their body.  
     She had been murdered, skinned and left for dead.  Only she wasn't dead yet.  Or was she?  I stopped my car in a panic not knowing what to do.  She moaned and groaned until she finally sputtered out of her blood dripped mouth,  "Help me, please" Her eyes began to pool with blood and she collapsed as someone from behind me blew several metallic holes into her chest.  I turned around to see a young man, my age, holding a 9 mm pistol. He was tall and beautiful, and staring me down.
      "Get in my car."
      "Bu-"
      "Now!"
      I ran to his car and screamed around to go back.  We sat for a moment and he didn't say a word.  I was frantic, and hyperventilating from the rush of fear in my body.  He pulled the car over on the end of the bridge and began to chant something, I don't even know what.  He bowed his head then yelled, and I felt myself be whisked from my body and into another. sadly for me...  It was the body of the dead skinless girl. Never trust anyone.  Regardless of their beauty or courage.  I was simply a skin puppet that came along at exactly the wrong time.  Now his girlfriend is safe, alive and in my body.
        For those of you who say the dead can't feel...  They can.

Only us Witches...

A touch of beet pulp and a tub of molasses... Wait let me start over I wasn't wearing my glasses...

When your heart feels cold and all light is dim, walk to the cauldron, and start to spin, a cup of toads heels, and eyes of mice, slices of lemon peel and water from only the deepest spring in the cave state.  Boil the mix over a carbon flame, let it stew till the mix is obviously not he same.  Once it's changed add some goat ears and love bird eggs.  Your mix should be growing to a florescent purple.Let it stew some more until it begins to steam.  You'll have one last ingredient,  some herbal rose tea.  The mix will reverse and turn green, the liquid will subdue and the steam and smoke will rise, reach your hand to the bottom and pull your surprise.  Ever wonder how magicians pull rabbits from their hats? Well, only us witches know that.

I was putting on my Halloween costume, when I heard something in my closet...  I froze for a moment then remembered, oh yeah, I'm a witch!  I'll just freeze time and see what it is.  I walked to my closet and saw a nasty little creature with its teeth barred and claws barred.  I jumped back and squealed.  What the heck was that thing? I ran and got a net, unfroze everything, then realized something.  It was the rabbit I just made... He was sneezing...

Emma in Reel Lyfe

1. My favorite movie is "The Fall."  Although it is not directed by my favorite director, Wes Anderson, it is a very similar style to his.  It has bright color schemes, and highly witty humor that leaves you thinking once you're done
2. I can't do horror movies.  Nope.
3.  For as far as viewing movies I prefer to watch with my dog, bunny and a large Imo's pizza.
4. I'm basically all about the art in movies
5. In my movie the only person to play me is me.

Gimme Future

1. To be quite honest.  I found very little of what he said interesting.  Though I find very little interesting that doesn't have to do with animals.  I did however find some of what he was saying helpful, though it was a far cry from interesting for me.
2. Which commentary group would be best for criticism on my novel?
3. I would like to make it to college, and through college, I want to spend time being me and living on my own with a bunch of animals. Then long down the road I want a family and four kids.

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Stalking the Pump

Crawling, creeping through the grass,

an orange tom cat's tail stays erect.

He's stalking his prey,

a wild shrew.

He leans forward on his belly,

ready to pounce,

Like a torpedo,

he launches from the grass

His prize is nowhere to be seen.

Only three red gas pumps

and a tall, slender man.

The cat was confused.

Where was his shrew? 

Possible the sent was masked by gasoline?

Possible.

The man looked at the confused creature

then knelt down.

"Here kitty, kitty."

His hands covered in black grease.

The tom cat was unsure,

this man was unfamiliar,

he smelled chemical,

though he seemed friendly.

The cat approached with caution.

"There you go buddy"

The man said softly

The cat felt reassured.

The man slowly reached around to his pocket,

pulling out a couple strands of jerky.

He offered them to the cat.

Once again, the cat became confused.

"Here, bud. Hungry?"

The cat looked, smelled the meat

the seasoning over powered the gas,

He wanted it

He lunged forward

and took it in his paws,

The man chuckled,

as he watched the Tom cat disappear into the bushes.

Brizo & the Duel

Brizo

A Shepard's Dog.

A scruffy face and smiling eyes,

Gentle and loyal,

He's young, but looks so wise.

Quick to act and slow to anger

His ears are long

His nose is busy,

He'll love you till he's gone

Or till his face is grey

He may not be big,

Though his heart is,

He'll follow you forever.

To the ends of the earth,
Till the end of time,
He'll be by your side,

The Duel

The two studs went at it.

A duel for dominance.

The elder bay stallion,

he had been challenged.

The challenger,

a young grey stud,

played his cards smart and quick,

grasping the for leg of the elder stud.

Little does the grey know,

this is not the bay's first fight,

He jumps and latches onto the neck of the grey,

just at the base of the poll

Blood is falling from both stallions,

The crimson color of the blood flows

It blends simply into the rugged bay arabian,

Where as the grey, is defeated,  glowing with stains

Another battle won for the king.

Rosa Bonheur

Rosa Bonheur was born in 1822 and died in 1899.  She was born is Bordeaux, France to Raimond and Sophie Bonheur. When she was 11 her father left their family to live a reclusive live, not to soon after her mother died simply of working herself to death.  In her artist career she studied under an artist named, Léon Cognient.  She became most well known for her work with oils and little sculpting.  Her most famous works were called The Horse Fair and Ploughing in the Nivernais.  My personal favorites are Brizo, a Shepard's Dog, because the dog's portrait reminds me a lot of my dog, Summer.  A shaggy, scruffy dog with thoughtful eyes and a warm look to its face.  My second is The Duel, it;s a painting of a bay stallion and grey stallion fighting for dominance, the bay has a hold on the grey's neck, which reminds me of when my horse got into a fight with a stallion and took a large wound to the neck.  I'm very excited to write passed off her work.  Rosa Bonheur and I really could have been good friends with the fact we both have such a strong passion for animals.

Newspaper

Maltese Puppies For Sale:

When Stella first came up pregnant, I figured I could sell the puppies to get me out of economic gap.  Now here I am, one week from her due date. Homes already lined up for the four unborn puppies.  Though something in my gut just didn't feel right.I couldn't tell what it was. Stella is my favorite dog I've had in my adult life.  I was very content with her being my only dog.  All the pups were lined up for good homes, with well off families and kids to play with them.  Though, I just couldn't figure it out.  Something felt... Off.
The day finally came, and Stella's third litter finally came.  4 squeaking, whimpering puppies had entered the world.  Three boys and one excitable little girl.  These four were different from the other puppies I bred.

Don't quote me...

I have been blessed with getting to read the works of Sam, Jesse and Daniel.  All three are very talented writers and I look forward to seeing more of their work!

My first thing I read Sam, was her 6 word piece.

1. I can see where you are coming from when you say "looking for adventure, can be useless."  My interpretation of what you wrote is that you don't necessarily NEED to look for adventure, that it CAN indeed be useless looking for it, because more times than not, it will find you.  Just about a week ago, I was planning on going to the barn to see my horse, average Saturday for me, then there was a yellow lab running through the street no collar and no owner.  I pulled over and picked him up.  He ended up making my ordinary day, extraordinary.

Next I read her newspaper piece.

1.  I love the beautiful feeling this story presents.  If I close my eyes I can visualize being on the farm, I can smell the french toast and then I could feel the heart wrenching feeling of losing someone you care about.

Then I moved on to Jesse's work and began with his 6 words

1. I love you're comment "To understand is to do different."  That is very deep.  When I think about that I think of how, if you want to understand things, you need to try different paths.  Very cool line.

Then I looked at his "Don't Quote me on this"

1. I find this post very interesting.  I mean obviously you don't like this guy AT ALL.  Based upon the quotes a person share, tells me a lot about who that person is.

My final read, was on Daniel's Kermit the frog blog.

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6 words or 6000?

I can't eat ramen noodles elegantly.

No, this isn't my natural color.

I value animals more than myself.

Please don't interfere with my food.

Use Caution: I will bite you.

I am not a real Vampire

I am in fact a mermaid

Live life for those you love