The Queen and her kingdom

Dressed in a gown of blacks  and greens; she was a queen of ravens and dragons.

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Her castle shimmered and glistened in the sun.  It stood and guarded the entry into her kingdom.  She turned and walked along the wall looking down to the sand.

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The beach was empty except for a shell or two.   The dragon had flown off.  But the Queen did not worry; for she knew he would be back to play.

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And then a flicker caught the corner of her eye.  She frowned and her brow wrinkled for there was the dragon.  He was protecting her kingdom from the undead!!

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He flamed the drooling bloody march of the dead as they arose from their graves.  For now the castle was safe again…

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17 and Stitch

High above the white waves that crashed upon the shores a shimmering speck came closer and closer.   It was a curious sight to the people on the wall of the castle.  They wondered and watched.  What was up there and why was it getting closer?

And then a flip of a wing, a snort of fire.  It was a friend who hadn’t  been seen in these waters in a very long time.  In fact he had flown away to go play in the clouds!

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Little Stitch Joan Elliott

Little Stitch was a bit blue he was chilly and cold all from his adventures among the stars.   He dove into the pink white sands that blanketed the castle.   He rolled and played. Little puffs of sand and smoke filled the air.

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And as he played; he discovered something…It was a secret and as a dragon he was great with secrets.  It was a new start; a second one for July 17.  But as dragons are he wanted to keep it all for himself. So he tucked it under his wing.

Little Stitch snorted and winked he loved secrets….

Mom (note this is very rough but enjoy)

She was careworn and sad.  Her dark hair flowed around her face, hiding secrets that were not revealed to the unknowing eye.  Jake saw them but somehow he always knew that they were there,  but he kept those secrets to himself.   He himself didn’t know why he never mentioned them to his brothers or father.  He also never told his mother either that he knew what she was hiding under her hair.

Maybe it was because he himself knew that there was something different about him as well; and to reveal his mother would also reveal that he wasn’t the same. But at the same time, there was that comment that he made last night at the dinner table that halted everything for the rest of the night.   And it was strange;  his brothers were both looking at him in a different light; that  maybe there was something that he himself was hiding from them.

He sighed and shoved the pitch fork harder into the dirty bedding of the cow barn.  The silence last night had continued into the morning with no answer to the question that he had asked.  Instead he felt that it had opened up a gaping hole between him, his mother and the rest of the family.  And the one that the silence hurt him the most was the sad look from her.

“Jake”.  he whirled around flinging the soiled straw through out the stall; and there she was his mother standing behind him.   Today she was wearing a light green blouse with a skirt that flowed around her form.   Jake saw what drew the others towards his mother; she was slight and almost as if she didn’t quite belong in this world.   Everyone always wanted to protect her and it got so bad at times that his mother didn’t go into town often anymore.   She stayed on the farm and the others took the lists of what she needed and got them  for her.

And now the flowing slight framed picture that was his mother was speckled with bits of straw and manure.   “Mom!” he dropped the pitch fork and ran the two steps to try and brush off the straw and sticky manure.

She brushed away his hands,  “Jake it is ok,  I startled you.”

And somehow he blinked and she was clean again, almost as if the manure and straw had never flown across the stall. But yet as he turned his head the pitch fork was still vibrating in the straw from where he had dropped it.

“Mom uh.”  He started to say,  he wasn’t much taller than she was but yet he felt like a giant beside her.  Maybe it was because of the constant chores that were required to run the farm or else it was something different, and somehow that felt like it was the better reason.  But…There were too many buts already.

“No Jake,  you need to know and last night that was a valid question, and I have been expecting it but not way.”  She put her hand on his arm,  “Come I will show you.”

 

Camp

Hello

I joined again

In hopes that the muse will come back.

I miss you.   Jake, Dillon, Kerra, and a few others.

The line,  Mery and  more.  The  bike

that sits in the

forest.

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In

dreams there

are places to visit sights

to be seen. Adventures to be found.

I watch, I write I follow these friends, a box to

be opened.  Do I dare? Do I creep behind?

I do! For a rainbow leads the way;

To a goal a treasure

somewhere

new.

Who are you? “snippet”

Jake whispered as he looked down at his plate.  “Mom where did you come from?”

The silence was complete, everything came to a sudden halt as the little family stared at Jake.  His brother paused in mid chew, the muscles of his cheek bulging with mashed potatoes, and his other brother just simply stared, too startled to say anything.

His mother looked at him, though he didn’t see her looking as he was staring at the little pile of green beans that finally gave him the courage to ask the question.  But he could feel the stare, it was almost grinding into his head,  and maybe he should let it in so that she could see what he was thinking, the fear that he would never find a place in this world,  who was his father, after all it wasn’t the man that shared a room with his mother.

His two brothers,  Both of them had been toddlers when his “father” took in a woman who stumbled half dead into the milk house with him large inside.  They had their father’s dark brown hair with differences.  Peter the older one had curls that were tamed only by the base ball hat he wore all the time.  And John’s hair was straight like his father.

S is for Story

sis  for STORY   . My STORY is a journey into my imagination and through many lands and places.   I dream of flying and playing among the stars with my dragon . I want to tell my version of my STORY as it weaves and travels through me.   

Jake is my STORY I am starting to realize.   The STORY of how he snuck in to become the center of my attention caught me by surprise,   and it started with a long dirt road on a farm and green forest. 

Jake whispered as he looked down at his plate.  “Mom where did you come from?”

The silence was complete, everything came to a sudden halt as the little family stared at Jake.  His brother paused in mid chew, the muscles of his cheek bulging with mashed potatoes, and his other brother just simply stared, too startled to say anything.

He didn’t  see his mother looking,  he felt her stare almost as if it was  boring a hole inside of his skull.   It didn’t hurt, it was more of a fear that he would never find a place in this world,  who was his father, and why  was he here?  And he looked up and met his mother’s gaze.  There was a fear of rejection within her eyes.

That STORY has not finished.  The road is long and uncertain and I am sure that there are more pot holes that I still will get stuck in. But the STORY will continue into the forest and beyond.

 

Dreams and Clouds

Once upon a time there was a little line that grew and soared among the clouds.  He grew and stretched his wings.  He danced with the stars, chased the raindrops over the hills and disappeared along the milky way.

He hid on the moon and etched out a bed, stars and clouds covered his slumbering form.  A finger of sunlight tickled his nose,  kissed his cheeks and

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He woke up to soar among the clouds and stars again!