Wow. It's so quiet at my blog, I can almost hear crickets!
Dang, my blogging must have really gone down the tubes when Derrillynn doesn't even comment!!
And I know yawl have been reading this too. I.P.'s and statistics and stuff told me so. I.P. tracking is an absolute blast! Wow, that's really geeky sounding, but I'm a geek and proud of it!
I'm so geeky, that I was going to get a watch with 512 megs of integrated USB storage from ThinkGeek.com. That would have been extremely useful, but for 200 dollars, I don't think it's on my list of priorities.
But anyway, on to more important things. After much consideration, I've come to the conclusion that my brother Jordan and Amy Psalter must somehow meet.
I'm only kidding a little bit. Of course, if he doesn't like her, I have a whole long line of backup options that consists of.... *checks list* four people.
Can't tell ya who they are, because gossip chains are a nasty thing. In fact, a gossip chain is about like red bull. Absolutely disgusting.
Soooo..... In other news, I have a treat for you. An opening. An opening, for a story, which may eventually become a movie.
The story will unfold, slowly, since we'll be busy, but you can help it unfold.
Here's your job: After reading what I've written, comment on it. Tell me what you think is going to happen, what you WANT to happen, if it keeps you entertained or if you have to force your way through it, etc.
Basically, share your thoughts and feelings about what you read. I thank you in advance, noble readers!
And now, Enjoy the Story! (By the way, the formatting was all screwed up when I copied and pasted, so if the paragraphs are all wacky, it ain't my fault. Just remember that.)
Early morning sunlight beamed down through the trees, highlighting streaks of steam that had risen from the light rain on hot asphalt. The trees were grown together at the top, creating a romantic atmosphere of natural protection over the little county road. The only sounds that could be heard were the drip-drops of the rain falling from the trees, and the pit pat of a dogs feet, as he trotted along the road.
He was a medium sized dog with golden fur, tinted by black streaks here and there, as well as a black tipped tail. He held his head and tail high in the air as he walked, and he walked at a strange, almost cocky angle, as if he considered himself the king of canines. He continued like this for a hundred yards or so, but then stopped suddenly, and looked backward over his shoulder. He smelled something unusual in the trees behind him. Slowly walking toward the smell, he wasn't sure if it was time to run, or time to follow his curiosity. He chose the latter, but hunched down as if waiting for a tiger to attack. Instead of a Tiger, he found a teenage boy who appeared to be sleeping.
Moving slowly, the dog crept closer, all the time ready to run, and sniffing at the still form. After satisfying himself that there wasn't a major threat, the dog began licking the boys face. The boy opened his eyes and looked around frantically, but his vision was too distorted. As things gradually came into focus, he saw the dog in front of him. He jumped backward quickly, but hit a tree with his head, knocking small droplets of water down from the leaves above.
The dog simply sat staring. Staring, at a fifteen to sixteen year old boy, with a relatively fresh scar on his forehead, and damp, clean-cut brown hair. Though probably handsome when cleaned up, this boy was frightened, uncertain, and untrusting. The dog barked as if demonstrating his peacefulness. The boy slowly let his head fall into his hands. He sat this way for a moment, then he pulled his head up and attempted to rest it on the tree behind him. Upon contact however, he instantly pulled away, then reached up and touched the painful bruise that was now steadily throbbing. The boy once again looked toward the dog uncertainly. He started to speak, but his voice cracked from lack of use. He cleared his throat and began again.
“Who-- Who are you? Are you my dog?”
The dog stared back, without any apparent comprehension of what was said. The boy rose slowly, stiffly. He was probably six feet tall, maybe more. He hunched his shoulders slightly, sighed, then popped his neck. He took a step forward but his knee gave out a little and he cursed. He felt his knee which was evidently hurt, but after finding only a large sore spot, he continued on.
He subtly limped up onto the little road, and walked along the pavement, walking toward an unknown future.
Ok, now it's time for you, the reader, to comment. Was this interesting, or too boring? What do you think of the characters? What do you think will happen to them? What do you WANT to happen to them?
Come on!! Tell me!!
And I know yawl have been reading this too. I.P.'s and statistics and stuff told me so. I.P. tracking is an absolute blast! Wow, that's really geeky sounding, but I'm a geek and proud of it!
I'm so geeky, that I was going to get a watch with 512 megs of integrated USB storage from ThinkGeek.com. That would have been extremely useful, but for 200 dollars, I don't think it's on my list of priorities.
But anyway, on to more important things. After much consideration, I've come to the conclusion that my brother Jordan and Amy Psalter must somehow meet.
I'm only kidding a little bit. Of course, if he doesn't like her, I have a whole long line of backup options that consists of.... *checks list* four people.
Can't tell ya who they are, because gossip chains are a nasty thing. In fact, a gossip chain is about like red bull. Absolutely disgusting.
Soooo..... In other news, I have a treat for you. An opening. An opening, for a story, which may eventually become a movie.
The story will unfold, slowly, since we'll be busy, but you can help it unfold.
Here's your job: After reading what I've written, comment on it. Tell me what you think is going to happen, what you WANT to happen, if it keeps you entertained or if you have to force your way through it, etc.
Basically, share your thoughts and feelings about what you read. I thank you in advance, noble readers!
And now, Enjoy the Story! (By the way, the formatting was all screwed up when I copied and pasted, so if the paragraphs are all wacky, it ain't my fault. Just remember that.)
Early morning sunlight beamed down through the trees, highlighting streaks of steam that had risen from the light rain on hot asphalt. The trees were grown together at the top, creating a romantic atmosphere of natural protection over the little county road. The only sounds that could be heard were the drip-drops of the rain falling from the trees, and the pit pat of a dogs feet, as he trotted along the road.
He was a medium sized dog with golden fur, tinted by black streaks here and there, as well as a black tipped tail. He held his head and tail high in the air as he walked, and he walked at a strange, almost cocky angle, as if he considered himself the king of canines. He continued like this for a hundred yards or so, but then stopped suddenly, and looked backward over his shoulder. He smelled something unusual in the trees behind him. Slowly walking toward the smell, he wasn't sure if it was time to run, or time to follow his curiosity. He chose the latter, but hunched down as if waiting for a tiger to attack. Instead of a Tiger, he found a teenage boy who appeared to be sleeping.
Moving slowly, the dog crept closer, all the time ready to run, and sniffing at the still form. After satisfying himself that there wasn't a major threat, the dog began licking the boys face. The boy opened his eyes and looked around frantically, but his vision was too distorted. As things gradually came into focus, he saw the dog in front of him. He jumped backward quickly, but hit a tree with his head, knocking small droplets of water down from the leaves above.
The dog simply sat staring. Staring, at a fifteen to sixteen year old boy, with a relatively fresh scar on his forehead, and damp, clean-cut brown hair. Though probably handsome when cleaned up, this boy was frightened, uncertain, and untrusting. The dog barked as if demonstrating his peacefulness. The boy slowly let his head fall into his hands. He sat this way for a moment, then he pulled his head up and attempted to rest it on the tree behind him. Upon contact however, he instantly pulled away, then reached up and touched the painful bruise that was now steadily throbbing. The boy once again looked toward the dog uncertainly. He started to speak, but his voice cracked from lack of use. He cleared his throat and began again.
“Who-- Who are you? Are you my dog?”
The dog stared back, without any apparent comprehension of what was said. The boy rose slowly, stiffly. He was probably six feet tall, maybe more. He hunched his shoulders slightly, sighed, then popped his neck. He took a step forward but his knee gave out a little and he cursed. He felt his knee which was evidently hurt, but after finding only a large sore spot, he continued on.
He subtly limped up onto the little road, and walked along the pavement, walking toward an unknown future.
Ok, now it's time for you, the reader, to comment. Was this interesting, or too boring? What do you think of the characters? What do you think will happen to them? What do you WANT to happen to them?
Come on!! Tell me!!
posted at
6:05 PM
