A Rose Re-Born
Another life made better from being part of SLA Cappella.
Storytelling - Chase Public Feed
Horses
There once lived three special horses atop a very high cliff in Northern California. But these were not your run-of-the-mill-carriage-pulling-neigh-neigh-whinny-snicker-clippity-clop horses. No, these horses were so much more. These horses... had a destiny.
The first horse was named Job. Job was an admittedly clumsy horse, always tangling his hooves and inhaling flies (yes, this was due to clumsiness). In fact, Job was more than clumsy; he was out of his mind. Like how I made that jump? Yep, Job was sick in the head. Off his rocker. Not all there. Nuts. Bamboozled. On crack. Well, maybe not on crack. Job tried every day to impress the ladyhorses, but he would inevitably trip over a crack in the ground or inhale a fly and scare them away forever.
The second horse was named Buster. (Yes, I know what you're thinking. Just like Arthur's cheeky rabbit friend.) Buster was a gentleman if there ever was one. He would always clack his hooves politely at horses he passed in the street, and he would always be seen with a shiny mane and, of course, his trusty monocle. Buster owned and managed several successful businesses and, unofficially, one night club.
I never did catch the third horse's real name. I knew him only as Colonel Tom. When I tell you that this horse had a mustache, I mean this horse had a mustache. I mean, seriously. This horse had a mustache! Right above his nose. It was possibly the most amazing thing I have ever seen in my entire life. I never did catch how he managed to grow that mustache. Huh. Anyway, Colonel Tom never talked much. When he did, it was usually in the form of strung-together profanities aimed at someone named "Annabelle." Probably his sister. Horses are largely familial creatures.
The first horse was named Job. Job was an admittedly clumsy horse, always tangling his hooves and inhaling flies (yes, this was due to clumsiness). In fact, Job was more than clumsy; he was out of his mind. Like how I made that jump? Yep, Job was sick in the head. Off his rocker. Not all there. Nuts. Bamboozled. On crack. Well, maybe not on crack. Job tried every day to impress the ladyhorses, but he would inevitably trip over a crack in the ground or inhale a fly and scare them away forever.
The second horse was named Buster. (Yes, I know what you're thinking. Just like Arthur's cheeky rabbit friend.) Buster was a gentleman if there ever was one. He would always clack his hooves politely at horses he passed in the street, and he would always be seen with a shiny mane and, of course, his trusty monocle. Buster owned and managed several successful businesses and, unofficially, one night club.
I never did catch the third horse's real name. I knew him only as Colonel Tom. When I tell you that this horse had a mustache, I mean this horse had a mustache. I mean, seriously. This horse had a mustache! Right above his nose. It was possibly the most amazing thing I have ever seen in my entire life. I never did catch how he managed to grow that mustache. Huh. Anyway, Colonel Tom never talked much. When he did, it was usually in the form of strung-together profanities aimed at someone named "Annabelle." Probably his sister. Horses are largely familial creatures.
6 Word Stories
Repent now-- avoid the Doomsday rush.
Short skirt, tall drink, fun night.
Dancer seeking employment; significant serving experience
He parts the sea of wine.
Dead hooker. Bloody sheets. Burn everything.
Underwater wedding, no suits. You're invited.
Short skirt, tall drink, fun night.
Dancer seeking employment; significant serving experience
He parts the sea of wine.
Dead hooker. Bloody sheets. Burn everything.
Underwater wedding, no suits. You're invited.
Story #11
Don't touch, didn't listen, now hand-less.
Six word story one of three
Write down nothing, but overthink everything.
Six Word Story #1: Abuse
Anger builds, child shields. Too late.
6 word Story
Home alone, or so she thinks...
A Common Mistake
Perfection, a misconception – ends in rejection.
Ouch
Screams fade from girl ; open manhole.
True Blood
I was always curious about what this show was about. So, I'm scrolling through the on DEMAND at my fathers house and I see the 2nd and 3rd season on there so I decided to check it out. I was watching True Blood for the next two weeks. I would walk downstairs and my dad would try to talk to me and I'd just start screaming. I was literally traumatized from the 2nd season. It was like watching a horror flick and mixed with the nudity of American Pie. In my head, I'm thinking, Narcissa you are crazy for looking at this, what were you thinking. My mind was so messed up, that i couldn't sleep with out having a picture of the monsters and blood that went on in the show. I had to stop looking at the show for about 3 month before I got the strength to look at any horror flick.
