Moving On With The Story

 

Feel free to check out the previous installments of the story Here, here,   here  , here. and right here.

 

This story continued, full of feelings that were new. A dizzying rush, as time spent together grew.

They were seen together often, and word soon got round. Soon the princess got questions from the people up town Some made her happy, while others were cruel, but she tried to ignore the as a general rule.

You could almost guarantee, on Sunday afternoon where she'd be. Riding shotgun in a tractor, or feed truck, with glee.

The dog must have been jealous, he'd try so hard to sit between them, but soon he was waiting for her as eagerly as the gentlemen.

Work got dull when his internship ended, but she'd take lunch at his house and that was just splendid. He couldn't cook at all, she was sure he had help.

He took her to meet his family and hit a turkey on the way, they mostly ditched the people though and took the puppy out to play.

She would play she had secrets and he'd threaten to tickle her till she'd tell.

"No you won't." She grinned.

He stopped the tractor and, well....

They sat by each other in church, he'd share her Bible to sit close. They would try not to giggle at the tractor grease on his clothes.

They went bowling with their church. The princess won every round. The gentlemen's bowling landed him on the ground.

"I'll film you next time. I didn't know you'd fall down"

Camera out, of course he got a strike the next round.

Then he came over to shoot as some clays. He decided she shot best by the end of the day.

When she would take him home he wouldn't let her go. He'd lay on her hood, or lean on the door. When she'd say to get off, he'd grin even more. He wanted to kiss her, so she'd wait around, but his courage never quite seemed to abound.

Whenever he came over, he didn't want to leave. Till two in the morning, when sleep was a need. Finally he'd go, but crack his pipes one last time.

"When is your birthday?"

"Two months down the road."

He'd tap her nose and smile. "That Saturday is booked. Just tell them you have to go."

She didn't need makeup, and he liked her hair down, and he was in love with how her mouth would twist round. He memorized her quirks, without her knowing. He knew exactly when her emotions were showing.

He'd call in the night, and beg her awake to stay, then promptly fall asleep, then they'd laugh the next day.

They are going to go to a picnic Sunday, but this story is in past tense, so I'll keep it that way.

 

 

 

Beautiful Parents

So this month of Beautiful People is awesome and rather challenging as it features our favorite characters' parents. Those elusive creatures that lurk in the background of our stories, sometimes the bad guys, or the suppliers of ditzy humor, or the hole that eats away in our poor tormented babies' hearts.

My characters are about fifty/fifty with having parents around or not.

I've been making an effort to make them not so mean or dumb. I don't know why they like to turn out that way. My parents are neither. Don't know how I got that cliché stuck in my head.

But oh well.

I'm going to use Reeve and Creed for this round. I'm trying to get back into both stories, and I feel like this might help. Possibly...Maybe...Not making any promises.

Who shall I torture first...

Creed.

1. Do they know both their biological parents? Why/why not?

I do know them, or should I say I did know them, but that is a very long story. My Uncle Urijah and Master Adekin have been more parents to me than either of them, so I think we will just leave it at that.

Come now Creed, be reasonable. Give them some information.

Information makes me vulnerable.

You already are.

Fine. I knew my father for about ten years. Technically I knew my mother, but I don't remember her as well. She left when I was five or so.

 
2. Have they inherited any physical resemblances from their parents?

I have two legs, just like my father.

I also have ten fingers, a trait I'm told I get from my mother.

3. What's their parental figure(s) dress style? Add pictures if you like!

My father dressed like most of the men do. Usually some kind of traveling clothes that he could ride in. I remember him wearing armor a lot too, or at least partial armor most of the time.

I don't remember as much about what my mother wore...bright colors. Beads.

4. Do they share any personality traits with their parental figures? And which do they take after most?

As I said, I don't remember my mother well enough to tell you how much I take after her. I do know that I share my father's personality...I'm told I'm very much like him, or at least, I'm expected to be. He had an uncanny ability to sniff out trouble, and my uncle always goes on about his 'head for battle'. I seem to have inherited those traits, unfortunately.

5. Do they get on with their parental figure(s) or do they clash?

My mother abandoned me when I was five. Apparently we clashed.

6. If they had to describe their parental figure(s) in one word, what would it be?

........I.....I think....gone. Gone will suffice.

7. How has their parental figure(s) helped them most in their life?

Um....They've helped me to know that I can get by fine on my own...

8. What was their biggest fight with their parental figure(s)?

I'd rather not talk about it.

9. Tracing back the family tree, what nationalities are in their ancestry?

I was born in Nequaf, but if you trace back my father's line it goes straight back to Irlepo, which is across the Magproc Ocean. Mother was mostly Irlepolan as well, but she did have a bit of Nicc and Fluret in her as well. Master Adekin tells me I'm bound to be some kind of descendant of Parcad. He's a human elf mixed blood that introduced magic to humans. I haven't any idea if he is correct or not though.

                        10. What’s their favorite memory with their parental figure(s)?

I don't have any.

Alright Reeve it's your turn to be tortured.

I think I'll pass. Watching him was plenty.

Get over here.

1. Do they know both their biological parents? Why/why not?

Sure do. Both of them. I thought you said this was going to be tormenting?

2. Have they inherited any physical resemblances from their parents?

Well, you know, that's a point to be debated apparently. My mom thinks I look like her and dad says I look like him. I'm like my dad. He's kind of long and stretched out. My eyes are blue though like my moms.

3. What's their parental figure(s) dress style? Add pictures if you like!
Depends where they are going. They dress very professional for work, but at home they look like regular people. Jeans, tshirts, whatever.

4. Do they share any personality traits with their parental figures? And which do they take after most?
I...I really don't think I have much in common with them personality wise. They're perfect. Very professional and serious. I have a very hard time being serious.

5. Do they get on with their parental figure(s) or do they clash?
No, we get along alright. I mean, they're parents. They get on me to clean my room, answer my phone, come home, and stuff. But its not bad. They're really not home much, so I don't usually have a chance to clash with them.

6. If they had to describe their parental figure(s) in one word, what would it be?

Perfect. Like, they're the couple everyone wants to be. Great job, happy marriage, decent kid, nice house.

7. How has their parental figure(s) helped them most in their life?
Well....Um, financially I suppose. They're always ready to fork over cash if I need it.

8. What was their biggest fight with their parental figure(s)?
It's really hard to fight with my parents. I'll just be starting to say something and their boss will call or something. I can't really think of any big blow ups.

9. Tracing back the family tree, what nationalities are in their ancestry?
Dad's got some German in his family. I don't know of any others.

10. What’s their favorite memory with their parental figure(s)?
One time when I was little we went to spend the weekend with my grandparents, and I convinced my dad to set up a tent in the yard instead of sleeping in the spare room. We camped out at night, and we played in the river. Mom had sand in her hair and Dad was laughing and it was great.

Waiting

Waiting

Monday morning, I'm waiting for noon. The minute hand moves, I'll be seeing you soon

Jump in the car, ten minutes more. Sipping a soft drink when you walk in the door.

After our lunch break, the works just begun. Waiting for five, so the work day is done.

It's five forty-two, when your first text comes through.

Waited for internet all day, to see the snaps sent my way.

In Ord I find myself waiting to be in the small town, when I get to Loup City it's the other way around.

Tuesday I'm in a meeting, while you are still sleeping.

Tuesday's go faster, come ten I'm waiting till a quarter after.

When your texts come in fast and the conversations last.

Then I'm waiting for midnight, when sleep is in sight.

In the morning I'm waiting for seven fifteen, when you text me to tell me I was part of your dream.

I'm dreading the time you get to work at eight, cause then your texts stop, and I have to wait.

Wednesday I wait, my dinner break comes late.

Thursdays, I hate them, all I do is wait, For Friday when the waits not so great.

You text through the noon hour, I talk to you and Grandma with my multitasking power.

Throw off my career, cause finally I'm done waiting, the weekend is here.

We text all Saturday, and stay up too late, I don't care, we have futures to debate.

Sunday morning I'm waiting to know if I'll see you and then, Tomorrow is Monday, I'll start waiting again.

Screams

Screams

My life in spirals, a plummet to earth

Come time for landing, I'll be beyond hurt

I've lost my way somehow, But I'm trying to find my way to you again somehow

Hear these screams of my soul

Wanting to run, wanting to run,

To or away, thoughts come undone

Screaming it out, can't understand

Letting it go and hoping you can

Shattered, in turmoil, and faith wearing thin

Hearts in rebellion, and chasing a whim

I'm losing my self out here, trying to find me, please come and find me

Hear these screams of my soul

Wanting to run, wanting to run,

To or away, thoughts come undone

Screaming it out, can't understand

Letting it go and hoping you can

In my self-made grave, I dream that I'm safe

Curled up in darkness, groping, pushing at light

I start to see that now, choking on ash, I'm dying under ground

Hear these screams of my soul

Hear these screams tearing out my lungs

I can't breathe and the battles just begun

Come please save me, my dreams they suffocate me

These screams overtake me

Can you take these screams from my soul?

Can you come and make me whole?

Somewhat Dastardly and Mildly Diabolical Liebster Awards

The ever amazing Skye has nominated me for the Liebster Award, so here I am, Liebing and awarding and answering questions and attempting to follow these dastardly rules....

The Dastardly Rules In Question:
1. Link back to the blogger who nominated you.

2. Answer the eleven new questions.

3. Create 11 new questions for the bloggers you nominated.

4. Notify the new nominees of their award.

 

Rule one...check!

Not so bad. So far so good. Moving on!

 

 

The Non-Dastardly Questions:

 

1.Why do you write?

Now that is somewhat dastardly, asking me such a question. Why do you breathe? I write because I have to get the stories out of my head. I love reading other peoples' stories and I want to be able to share mine with others. Writing lets me be someone besides me.

2. Favorite fictional character this month?

Hmmm, yet another mildly dastardly question. I don't know probably the same as it was six months ago. I haven't read. I'm just going to go with Jehu from the Boston Jane series. My sisters were reading that series out loud to each other just recently and hearing bits and pieces from the story rekindled my love for the perfect pirate that he is. (My sisters tell me that he is not a pirate, but if you take the time to read the series, you will find that Jane assesses his looks and comes to the conclusion that he resembles the perfect pirate. Therefore, I am right)

3. What summer songs are you listening too?

Hmmm. This one isn't so bad. Unfortunately I've basically listened to nothing but country music this month as that is all that plays at work. Some of the ones that I have taken a liking to include
Nothin' like you by Dan and Shay
I got a car by George Strait
Pretty good day by Lonestar.
However, the one I love most and hear the least is That was then, this is now by Josh Wilson.



4. Favorite book you've read this month?

Dastardly. Completely dastardly. I haven't read a bleeding thing for months. I started to read Prodigy by Marie Lu, which was swell, but I couldn't get through it fast enough and the library informed me that I have a fine piling up. Dastardly fiends.

5. What is a movie or T.V Show, you would recommend?

I always feel so dastardly when I try to recommend things for people to watch. Dastardly, which is a word which here means guilty. Um...try Grimm. That's the only one I've been keeping up with lately. But if you are a Netflix junkie who likes to watch multiple seasons from years gone by, go with Lost.

6. What is your favorite summer activity?

Not swimming. Begging the sun to turn me to a shade slightly darker than ghastly pale seems to happen to me a lot. The sun does not oblige. Um...I like fort building. I always do that in the summer. Not sure I'll get to this year.

7. What is something you admire about yourself?

Um...............................My incredible sense of sarcasm? I don't know. That's a hard question. Dastardly even. I have no idea guys. I kinda like my eyes.

8. Favorite Bible verse?

Hmmmm, my go to for this question is always
Philippians 1:6
Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ:

9. Do you play video games, if so favorite games?

I play the Wii sometimes. I don't think those count as video games? I used to play the old school video games with my cousins, but that has been years ago. Assuming Wii can be classified as a video game, I like Dangerous Hunts the best. And then I like Wii sports resort.

10. What is something your scared to do?

Now that's a dastardly thing to ask me. I'm scared to go off the high  board at the pool. It did not end well for me the first time I did it.

11. What is your goal this month?

Survive. Do something productive. Blog perhaps. Not do dastardly deeds to the people around me. Pass my review at work. That dastardly thing has been looming over me lately.

(by the way, I am using the secondary definition of dastardly. The underhanded treacherous one)

There! Step two, complete.

Now, for step three. Concoct my own diabolical questions.

1. Have you seen Insurgent yet, or do you plan to? (is that two questions?)
2. Have you had any diabolical tornadoes looming around lately?
3. When was the last time you held a baby?
4. How many texts do you send on an average day?
5. What is your opinion of t-ball? (I'm sorry. I'm mildly disturbed by the lack of winners and losers in the tiny tot realm of sports)
6. Would you ever move to Canada? (...Skye, don't you live in Canada? Should I move there?)
7. Does anyone have an embarrassing picture of you that you know about, and if so, does it bother you?
8. Are you going to read The Heir by Kiera Cass?
9. How much pop do you drink in a week?
10. I've just given you a puppy. She's a girl, all black, fluffy, and tries to eat greasy jeans and cell phones. What do you name her?
11. Could you tell these diabolical questions might have been taken from my life experiences lately?

Now...for the fourth and final rule..........FORGET IT! I am throwing off the diabolical chains of rules and regulations!
Anyone who wants to do this tag is officially tagged and awarded and nominated and what not and so forth. Go forth my minions. Embrace your destiny!