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!

The little line grows

Well! The little line stretched his neck and he couldn’t quite believe himself.  Why he was starting to look quite handsome.  His eyes were blue and full of twinkles.   He tossed up his head and a small little grin appeared.

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He licked the line of purple and then he wondered what was that? And where was it going ?  And then he pouted and shook his head.  It wasn’t going fast enough, how could he speed up?  His curious nature was over flowing.  What was next. where was he going?