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!
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.
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….
As the little ship plunged through the darkness still shaking from the chill of the ghost, a thump and a growl was heard. Clicking paws the wolf leaped into the center of the chill. His jaws snapped shut and the ghost misted free to fly over the mast, away into the depths of the sea.
Satisfied the wolf curled up in a fluffy ball on the deck and slipped into a guarded sleep, as the little ship sailed on.
Soon there came a cry “land ho!” and from the top of the mast came a leaping dragon. Wee and small he was but full of energy. The perfect one to set out and look afar over the waves for a safe port.
Sand colored walls with a turret grew large and grand as the little ship sailed closer. They were safe at last. A port that was guarded by a castle.
And to everyone’s surprise the little ship grew up; she proudly flew her sails to flutter in the warm salty air of the sea. Her journey for now was over; but she was happy and looked forward to a little rest.
A whistle was heard along with the cry of “All Aboard” as a shiny engine pulled into view. Another adventure was about to start.
And now the tale of the little ship has to close but she wishes you all good cheer and most of all good luck to all that you will achieve your dreams and goals.
The ship soared over the waves through the plumes of water playing. She was sea bound but in another life time she was kin to the earth and soil. She played with the butterflies darting in and round the fields of flowers.
Abruptly the ship awoke, her galley was in a state of unrest. A spot of cleaning was due. A whisk and a flip of the mop and broom soon shined the the brass adorning her mast.
Everyone has a mother and the little ship has one too. She was created in a dream and she was an idea in the mind of her Mother. She became a ship that soared and danced on top of the waves of the sea.
The wind started blowing again, and with it came the stomping of 8 sets of hooves and a sleigh. Santa landed on the desk of the ship bringing greens, reds and a bit of holly which was wrapped around the rails and the mast of the little ship.
And Christmas was halted by a transparent image sneaking its frigid path through the planks and walls of the little ship. It howled and froze all who stepped in its way. Terrified the little ship plowed its way though the dark waves.
What will happen next??? Will the little ship make it ?????
A new year a new plan and where is that going to take me?
I have revived one of my passions in the place of another . Last year I gobbled books. I couldn’t stop reading and my good reads challenge list grew enormous; and I burnt myself out on reading for the moment. I have not read or finished a book in a couple of months. My kindle sits idle and when I do turn it on the your battery is low please charge message appears in the middle of the screen.
My new passion: well, it is not new but rather like the reading something that has resurfaced. It appeared last year and the little line soared. HONEST he is almost done! I just have to finish his story! But any way something new appeared.
Meet Frederick the Literate. He is a Dimensions kit that has been hanging around in my stash for a few years. I have changed the fabric from black 14 count aida to an antique white 28 count MCG Textiles. BUT as I started to stitch I began to think this is smaller than 28 count. I pulled out another wip that I have on 28 count MCG textiles and the stitches were SMALLER! So I think that means I have another new out of the box adventure for me. SMALLER COUNT!
Do you want to see the beginning? Do you want to see more? I do have a finish idea for the little line but that means I have to get it out of the ufo rut that it has been placed into. I promise I will.
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
He woke up to soar among the clouds and stars again!