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Post by Tricia on Sept 17, 2004 21:53:11 GMT -5
Barrie, I love the boots! Now we can knock 'em... and speaking of knock... Those knockers are enough to get my vote
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Post by Tricia on Sept 17, 2004 22:13:28 GMT -5
TW1
The Little Goat Boy
The young boy stood on the mountainside watching as the baby goat hobbled towards him. He set his basket on the ground and walked towards the animal. It appeared as if his leg was broken. The boy was overwhelmed with sympathy for the small creature. He was just a baby.
At this time of year the mountains were always covered in snow. This made it difficult for the smaller goats as they worked their way around the rocks and boulders strewn about the mountainside. He had attempted several times to address this issue with the old woman who owned the farm, but her response was to scowl down at him as she pulled on the string of pearls wrapped tightly around her thick neck.
She wore her pearls everyday. They were a constant reminder to her neighbors that her late husband had been an important man… and not just in their village. People had come from all of the surrounding villages to attend his funeral.
If the boy told her about the injured animal, she would stand there scowling at him, pulling on those pearls, and finally, she would tell him to go to the shed and put the goat down. Then she would use his meat to make a stew.
She would offer the boy a bowl of the stew, thinking she was being generous. He, of course, would decline the steaming bowl of goat stew.
His stomach turned at the thought of eating the sweet-faced, little creature that he had helped to deliver to the world and had carried around in his basket. He had carried it everywhere when it was too small to climb the snowcapped mountain.
In the old woman’s view the goats were just mindless creatures to be bought and sold.
They were like family to his twelve-year-old mind. They gave him milk and kept him company. There was something special about each and every one of them.
For three years he had taken care of them. He had nursed them through illness. He had delivered their babies right there on the cold, rocky mountain.
He had gone to work for the old woman when his mother died and now he stayed because this was the only family he had left. No matter how poorly he felt or how cold the wind outside blew, he would rise from his bed of straw in the hayloft and gather his family to take them out to graze on the frosty grass.
He did what he could to protect them from the old woman and her butcher.
He reached out and picked up the little animal as it was creeping it’s way along the mountainside. It nuzzled it’s small face against his chest with complete trust. He removed the orange bandana from around his neck and used it to tie a stick to the animal’s leg, and then he gently set him inside the basket.
He would carry the baby in his basket everyday until his leg was healed and hide him from the old woman.
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Post by Tricia on Sept 17, 2004 22:17:47 GMT -5
Due to the fact that there is a time zone difference Jenn will be starting the voting tonight.
She is still feeding her kid's dinner and it is after 11 here. I refuse to stay up and wait for her slow ass.
She said she will put up her story and shut this mother down.
Can't wait to vote!
Barrie? Barrie? Can you hear me? You still have time. bzzzzt!
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Post by barrie on Sept 17, 2004 22:40:07 GMT -5
Tricia I lovelovelove my new ass-kicking boots, thank you sooo much! Unfortunately the only ass getting kicked today is mine. Your story was amazing, everyone's stories are awesome! You all rock. I just got nothin' I've tried writing 3 different things and blech Next time I'll do some kicking though
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Post by jenn on Sept 17, 2004 23:14:33 GMT -5
Nancy slipped the sweater over her great grandmother’s fragile frame; despite the tempature being well above 80 degrees in her room, Nelly PEARL was still cold. She was approaching her hundredth birthday; her body was old and BROKEN, but she was not a MINDLESS old woman. Nelly still had all her wits about her, regardless of her tired old carcass.
“Dear would you mind pushing me just a bit closer to the window? I do so love to VIEW of the fresh SNOW.”<br> Nancy moved her forward; pulled the heavy drape open as wide as they would go and sat down in the big ORANGE chair next to Nelly. She hated that she had to leave Nelly in this place. Nursing homes were for feeble-minded people, but after the fall that broke her hip the doctor suggested to Nelly that she take some time off. What they really meant is that she had to stay in this place until her hip healed. Nancy knew it really was for the best really, but she still did not like it. Nelly was stubborn as GOAT, and if she were left unattended for long, she would be up HOBBLEING around in a matter of days, weather she was completely healed or not.
Nelly had been 12 when she moved in with her great grandmother, and Nelly had been 70. Nancy’s mother and grandmother were killed in a horrible car accident. Nancy had stayed behind to help Nelly with the housework, and because she enjoyed spending time with her great grandmother. She loved the stories from the past that Nelly told her, even after all these years together Nancy never tired of the stories.
The two of them sat staring out the window for a very long time without speaking. They would often sit at home on the front porch the same way; making small talk about nothing and everything.
“Tomorrow I think the kids are going to come out, Nina.” Nancy had always called Nelly Nina.
“Oh that will be lovely. I miss them so much. It is hard to believe they are all grown up and living away from us.”<br> “It is.” Was all Nancy could manage. It was difficult to watch your children leave home, but she had always known the day would come.
“Is Barb still dating that CREEP?” Nelly sneered. The two women did not care for Nancy’s youngest daughter’s boyfriend what so ever.
“Yes I do not understand that girl. Well Nina it is getting late. I will be so glad when you get home. It has been so lonely without you.” There was such sadness in her voice. She had never been without Nelly.
“Oh child I love you. Goodnight Nancy, you drive safely my dear.”<br> “I will Nina.” She leaned over and kissed Nelly on the cheek. “I love you too.”<br> Nancy slipped out of the overly warm room, and went to the parking lot, got into her car and cried. She regained her composure and drove home. She grabbed the mail out of the box on her way into the house; threw her keys into the BASKET by the door, and thumbed through the mail.
“Bills and more bills.” Nancy rolled her eyes, and then glaring up from the stack of was a letter ADDRESSED to her from Nelly. Fear took hold of her, this could not be good. Nancy methodically opened the letter.
My dearest Nancy, I know you do not realize just how sick I am. I know you think it is just a broken hip, but my body has been failing for a number of years now. What I am trying to tell you my dear child is that I love you, and I hate to leave you, but my time here is done. I cannot hold on any longer. I know it hurts you to hear this, but Nancy do not hold on to my memory as long as you held on to your mother and grandmothers. I had a long happy life, thanks to you. You have always been a great source of pride for me, more like one of my own daughters. You will be fine without me, you are stronger than you know. I am tired and must rest now. You go and life now, you have spent far to long tending to this old woman. I have left all the details with the lawyer and the doctors have been informed to tell you everything when I am gone.
Love you always and forever, Nina
The tears streamed down Nancy’s cheek, as she left the home tonight she had felt that Nelly was holding something back, and now she knew what the something was. She had so many questions she wanted to ask. She did not want the answers from some lawyer or doctor. She got up and walked toward the phone; reached out her had to pick it up, and it rang. She jumped back startled, knowing what was about to transpire.
“Hello” she timidly spoke.
“Nancy, we had some bad news.”<br>
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Post by jenn on Sept 17, 2004 23:15:22 GMT -5
OK I did it as quickly as I could manage, it sucks, but it is up!
So we are now officially closed!
Let the voting begin! Pick your 2 favorites kiddies. There were only 6 this time.
Oh and you have until sunday night to vote maybe longer who knows!
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Post by Tricia on Sept 17, 2004 23:22:43 GMT -5
*jumps up and down I LOVE VOTING! Whee
*does cartwheel
See Barrie I can do cartwheels in my booooo... oh shit!
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Post by Tricia on Sept 18, 2004 0:37:12 GMT -5
Hi Wench!
Do you have a story?
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ThatWickedWench
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Post by ThatWickedWench on Sept 18, 2004 0:43:17 GMT -5
Okay let me first start by saying HEY Y'ALL, I'm new so be gentle... ok I'm lying, whip me, beat me... HURT me! Now that I got THAT out of the way... all the stories submitted were SO creative that it was really hard to pick only 2, but here are my picks: 1. [glow=red,2,300]RD1[/glow]2. [glow=red,2,300]AD1[/glow]
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Post by RedneckDiva on Sept 18, 2004 7:20:58 GMT -5
It's 7:20am on Saturday and I've been up for an hour thanks to my psychotic, insomniac children. HOW do they exist on so little sleep? ?? Okay, here are my votes: 1. JS1 2. AD1 Fewer submissions this time sure didn't make voting any easier, sheesh. We are all SO talented! :-)
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Post by Chaos on Sept 19, 2004 16:28:20 GMT -5
Wow...everyone's stories are so great! My, we certainly ARE a talented bunch, aren't we? This was extremely difficult...I thought that by waiting until today to actually vote, it would be easier, but apparently I was lying to myself. So...with a deep breath and a quick final review of the stories...here's my vote: 1. Wench1 (cuz I loved the whimsy of it) 2. TW1 (cuz of the tearjerker-factor)
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Post by Tricia on Sept 19, 2004 20:57:04 GMT -5
Okay, my turn! My first vote goes to JK1... a poetic masterpiece considering the words... heather And I love the way you highlighted the words Yeah I speak geek! And Wench 1 Goat stories rule! And I also speak Goat heheh
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Post by jenn on Sept 19, 2004 21:04:56 GMT -5
ok down to the wire as usual!
AD1 and RD1
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Post by ThatWickedWench on Sept 19, 2004 21:22:31 GMT -5
Hey thanks, y'all are great! I loved it that I got votes my first time in and I wasn't expectin' any at all!! Goat stories DO rule.. especially talking goat stories! Thankees! Can't wait til the next one! ;D
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Post by Tricia on Sept 19, 2004 21:32:44 GMT -5
Okay guys... this round was tough! 11 words is a lot.
In round 4, our deserting leader Collin, dumped 33 words on us and gave us a week to work a story around them. That, my friends was tough.
Then Collin decided to start making everyone write in a theme... western. We began to plot to kill him.
So I will total up the points and post them tomorrow. Then we will begin the twelfth round. For round twelve we will use 8 words and I will choose a setting... heheh.
You down with it?
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