Teaser pleaser.
My party was excellent, I got a very nice size bottle of Gibson's which I will be drinking more socially. It is to be drank on the rocks or in water so I may one day try it as such. As with almost all alcohol, I can not drink straight without some odd faces and a very peeved stomach, which is why I mix it with pop or something. So we will see how fast that bottle goes when I am only allowed to add mix to it if no other way. I got a Simpson's gift card (a noisy one) from Brenna and found it was hilarious.
So.. I have been contemplating what next to blog about and have decided to start writing more. I am debating on sectioned long stories, or short stories I am not quite sure. So... we'll keep that in mind. Here is a teaser for one I was thinking of in the shower... (not that silly lol)
-"He strode with a lazy gait from the stables back to his castle. Not as tall and elegent as some, more functional then dressed up as others were. But it was home, his home. He was in no real hurry, it was at least a half an hour before the dinner bell would chime. The sun was just dipping below the earth to the west. He paused a moment to watch it set. There were few clouds in the sky and no wind. The day had been a hot one, but not uncomfortably so. Dragging a dist covered sleeve to his brow he wiped the persperation that never seemed to end. With a soft sigh and a ruffle of his honey dipped locks to get rid of some of the accumulated dust, he continued on his way. Miss Bethany would have his head on a pike by evening if he showed up to dinner as filthy as he was. Once at the castle he avoided the servants lest they fuss over him.
Quick as a rabit he was down the hall and skittered to a halt as he neared the kitchen area and Great Hall. He could hear Miss Bethany barking at the younger serving girls and boys who weren't quite getting things right in the kitchen. With a small disty grin he crept on his tippy toes as best he could past the kitchen. He was almost home free when he heard a "harumph" from behind him. Like a deer caught out in the open he froze immediately and waited for the storm to come, and come it did. "WELL! Look what the dogs drug in. Some filthy, mangy, half starved runt!" Grimmicing he turned to face the old coot of a woman with a sheepish smile that said, "Who me?"
"You best be getting cleaned up or I'll hang you by first light!" she said with a growl. He simply nodded and off he went. Glancing back briefly to see her face turn from a scowl to a small grin while shaking her head before she returned to her duties. Much to the kitchen help's dismay.-
Who is he? you'll find out soon enough I am sure! thats it for now!
So.. I have been contemplating what next to blog about and have decided to start writing more. I am debating on sectioned long stories, or short stories I am not quite sure. So... we'll keep that in mind. Here is a teaser for one I was thinking of in the shower... (not that silly lol)
-"He strode with a lazy gait from the stables back to his castle. Not as tall and elegent as some, more functional then dressed up as others were. But it was home, his home. He was in no real hurry, it was at least a half an hour before the dinner bell would chime. The sun was just dipping below the earth to the west. He paused a moment to watch it set. There were few clouds in the sky and no wind. The day had been a hot one, but not uncomfortably so. Dragging a dist covered sleeve to his brow he wiped the persperation that never seemed to end. With a soft sigh and a ruffle of his honey dipped locks to get rid of some of the accumulated dust, he continued on his way. Miss Bethany would have his head on a pike by evening if he showed up to dinner as filthy as he was. Once at the castle he avoided the servants lest they fuss over him.
Quick as a rabit he was down the hall and skittered to a halt as he neared the kitchen area and Great Hall. He could hear Miss Bethany barking at the younger serving girls and boys who weren't quite getting things right in the kitchen. With a small disty grin he crept on his tippy toes as best he could past the kitchen. He was almost home free when he heard a "harumph" from behind him. Like a deer caught out in the open he froze immediately and waited for the storm to come, and come it did. "WELL! Look what the dogs drug in. Some filthy, mangy, half starved runt!" Grimmicing he turned to face the old coot of a woman with a sheepish smile that said, "Who me?"
"You best be getting cleaned up or I'll hang you by first light!" she said with a growl. He simply nodded and off he went. Glancing back briefly to see her face turn from a scowl to a small grin while shaking her head before she returned to her duties. Much to the kitchen help's dismay.-
Who is he? you'll find out soon enough I am sure! thats it for now!
posted by K at 3:18 PM
2 Comments:
I never heard of anyone drinking Gibson's on the rocks or with water. Scotch yes (like Glendelfilch or however that is spelled), but not Gibson's rye.
Sorry to say, but I did not like your story. Did nothing for me. Just being honest.
Well its only a start.. and not everyone likes my writing, but its my writing nonetheless.
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