Category: Writers Block
Wow Connie. I honestly think you should gather up all these bits and throw them together and make a novella of it all. Awesomeness!
hehehehehee. My dear Connie... You are too much. I *L*O*V*E* it!
More, more, more! I want to read more! *SMILE*
Bbrrrr! Thot Maiden as she shivered back into jeans and a turtle neck then making quickly up her bed. This cabin room was the most lovely, so dim the lighting and somber the feel with the textures lavish making for a perfect place to cocoon away into while she always maintaining its beauty that had first greeted her upon arrival. Again she reached out and touched lovingly the quilt of such quality that she kept over the rocking chair. The stitches sewn perfectly and so even, not a flaw. She thot of the patience that went into the making of this type of a pieced quilt that is as a master piece work of art and as she did it took her some time to realize that she had started to hum some seasonal music of the holidays, only changing the words as she keep returning in memory to her summer on the sandy shore. The words to the tune of The Twelve Days of Christmas only with these words instead there of, “On the twelfth day by the Water’s edge came upon twelve sandy seashells, eleven twinkling stars shinning bright in sky of midnight, ten maids a swimming, nine fishermen fishing, eight children laughing, seven ships a sailing, six geese a laying, five precious friends, four quacking ducks, three hours till setting sun, two seagulls soaring and a smooth polished stone.”
The Twins grabbing each hold of Gregoras with The Captain and The Maiden Fair just reaching the broken hole as Gregoras was with his free hand reaching into the icy bitterly cold water to grab hold onto The Lad…and…and…and… finally pulling him up and out. Cook came trudging behind, having grabbed onto the heirloom quilt. “Here, quick wrap up The Lad.” He said while The Captain Brave and True asked, “Is he breathing?” Gregoras noting in the faint light that shone on The Lad from the bit of light of the moon that now shone on him…he is so cold and deathly blue. The Maiden fair reaching for The Lad as The Captain placed his head on the Lad’s chest and felt for a pulse… The moments though few seemed to be hours, when all of a sudden the Lad coughed up water and started a snorting type of sound. Gregoras sitting The Lad up and patting his back. The quilt wrapped about him with The Captain removing the soaked scarf off of the Lad and then taking his own coat off and throwing it over the Lad’s dripping wet with ice forming in his hair, the cold was that bitter. “Twins, called The Captain, bring the life boat here, quick, we’ve no time to loose. Seems there is a cabin or shack of some sort on The Isle. We must get this Child under protected cover!” The Twins threw the few remaining sections of wood out of the boat and broke open one of the bales of hay, spreading it loosely as a bed and The Lad placed within it, grabbed the ropes and took off, going at the fastest pace possible. The Captain having already reached this small cabin was all readied to break down the door to enter when he noted that when touching the handle of it, the door swung open. Cook entering and noting a fireplace so large that it seemed to line one entire wall of the cabin. The Maiden Fair entering last with armfuls of the wood thrown out of the boat took them over to the fireplace. Gregoras taking a match from his pocket and thankfully there was a bit of kindling present….
They gathered all their belongings and finding a broom in one corner they swept the cabin clean, leaving it tidy. They gathered a supply of wood and made ready in the fireplace the logs so that who ever venturing in after they would have all in place readied to get a blaze a going. Cook found an empty tin can with a lid in one of the cupboards and taking the measure of about a couple of pouns of the kernels of corn from the burlap bag, poured them into the can and leaving a brief note explaining they were travelers in need of shelter and used of some of the logs in the shed, that the unpopped corn was a way in part to give Thanks. There was yet maybe close to a dozen pounds of kernels of corn in that burlap bag. The Captain Brave and True pulling the door closed behind him as he had found it and away they started to walk to a distant glow that beckoned them forward. The Twins grabbing hold of the ropes to the life boat with the Woolies once again between The Lad and the boat, so as not to be given to blow away. They each with their scarves that Gregoras had given them in the earliest hours of that Christmas eve morning wrapped about each their necks and faces, giving them to face the breezes yet wild with flecks of ice, protected from the blast of Wintery Bbrrrr cold.
<B>In all fairness to those who may have been reading this Story of The Zephyr Splendour, The Ship at High Seas. Well, The Captain Brave and True, The Maiden Fair, The Lad and Trusty Crew have reached The Harbour Port… The Story continues but now with a bit of a notice given… Just so that any one reading at this point and desires not be be confronted with a story that presents itself in a manner Religious/Christian then this may be the place where you may choose to allow for the story to end.
At that as the music on the piano and organ began to play a thundering rushing noise filled The Maiden fair’s ears and she just about went into shock, well looking back one could say that she did, well, briefly anyhow. She was not quite knowing if she were dreaming or what as the room started to spin. It was almost as gasping for last breaths and not until she felt a nudge of the Captain did she realize she was in church and the song that so oft filled her dreams causing them to turn to nightmares was being sung. The Captain bending over to her and quietly talking in her ear, “You ok. Maiden?” and she in a shock simply giving a nod and trying desperately to gather her thots. The Lady in the pew ahead of them turning around and handing The Maiden Fair and the Captain Brave and True an opened to the page of the song that was being sung songbook. She somehow sensed something was troubling The Maiden and gave her a gentle encouraging smile. The Maiden Fair simply staring at the page with no words could she manage to sing forth. Her throat was as dry as anything and cold chills for a moment raced through her. But then as the music continued to play and she read those first words, “Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee;” a new and abiding warmth began to hold her secure. The twisted words of her nightmares were at long last recognized. Why she thot, “This is not my final hour rather a hiding place I have been in search of found, …safe, …rescued am I.”
A Personal Note of Appreciation to Wraith/Kai for allowing his writing titled: “Elasticast(TM) Popcorn Ball 2006! Order one for yourself today!” To be used within this Story of The Continuation of The Zephyr Splendour.
<pAnticipating a Springtime when waters unfrozen and the Ship is given to set sail again… As Life Flows on, Connie
A Personal Note of Appreciation to Wraith/Kai for allowing his writing titled: “Elasticast(TM) Popcorn Ball 2006! Order one for yourself today!” To be used within this Story of The Continuation of The Zephyr Splendour.
it's a good story.v don't stop now
More, Connie! What happens next?
The Maiden Fair awakens early, just an hour or so before dawn a new comes into its own. She folds the heirloom quilt that The Lad had retrieved from the life boat the night before for her as well as her basket. In a bathroom she brushes her hair and gives thot to all the moments that have passed that have lead up to this particular moment in time. She then venture outdoors and surprisingly for a few minutes she feels a rush of warmth, of newness of life, for if she didn’t know better she would have thot that Springtime had arrived. This was only to be fleeting passing moments for too soon a bitter cold breeze blew in off the frozen Waters Great but not before she had a few moments to simply give thot…
Final Note: in the coming into decision of what is Fact, Fiction, Fantasy within this Story....