Free Write - 1-28-2013

"I'll be fine, I always am," I said, gave her a quick hug, grabbed my game bag and left the house and went towards the woods. I always entered in the same place and there was a well worn path for the first fifteen yards or so and then that is when the normalcy ceases. As the years have progressed the animals sense me coming and have fled deeper and deeper into the woods so my trek becomes longer and longer.
Moving as silent as death itself I moved deeper into the woods, I began to hear the sounds of squirrels above me and I drew an arrow, looking up I waited making the soft chattering noise in my throat that the squirrels make themselves. Soon I saw two squirrels coming, I shot them both and they fell, I easily caught both and put them in my game bag. If my luck kept, I would have plenty of squirrel by the days end.
It was then that I heard the footsteps, they were so quiet that I barely heard them, but they were there, they were the footsteps of someone who was not used to being heard the footsteps of a hunter.
I began to walk forward now, listening for the footsteps, I heard them for only a second before the hunter's footsteps began to match my own. My heart began to quicken, what if it was one of the King's men? Only the high born women were allowed to shoot. 

The Lesson Synopsis

24 January 2013 Short Synopsis “The Lesson” This short story is about a group of kids that are forced to hang out with an older woman whose parents force them to hang out with an older woman whom they don’t like who has gone to college. The woman a Miss Morre, teaches the kids a lesson about money. The kids don’t like the lesson very much. Honestly I found this story hard to read and hard to understand, the language was improper and was hard for me to understand.

The Story of an Hour Synopsis

23 January 2013 Story Synopsis “The Story of an Hour” This story is about a woman named Mrs. Mallard who learns of her husband’s death in a train accident, surrounded by friends they tried to break it to her softly because she has heart problems. They tell her and she goes to her room, where she sits crying in her chair, she sees a vision of herself throughout the years and feels something coming to her though she does not know what and she is afraid then she sees death and she is happy. Her sister is trying to get in and she goes out to her and they go downstairs, at that moment she her husband named Brently Mallard comes in the room and she dies at that moment. It turns out that her husband was not dead at all and was far away from the accident. In a cruel twist of faith they got the bodies mixed up, and Brently Mallard had to watch his wife die

My father and brother were coming home from the village with fresh goods when they were attacked and killed by a wargal raid. Wargals are vicious demons that look like a bear, but have a dogs snout and walk on two legs like a human, they have no need to carry weapons as they use their massive paws and powerful jaws to kill and maim. I vowed the day we buried them that I would learn to fend for my self and kill if need be and if ever I ran into a Wargal I would kill it as easily as I kill the squirrels for food.

Turning from the window I pulled on a pair of my brothers old breeches and tucked them into my boots and pulled on a tunic and wool vest to guard from the early morning chill. Grabbing my bow and quiver as I left the room, climbing down the ladder from the loft I found my mother already stoking the fire in the stove to cook some breakfast.
"Don't worry about cooking breakfast, I'll be gone till dusk," I said, walking over and tearing off a hunk of bread and grabbing some cheese to eat on my way.
"Be careful dear the raiding season isn't quite over yet," said mother.

I looked at her and smiled, my mother had grown older over the years and was begining to show it, the gray at her temple was begining to move outwards and the lines in her face becoming more pronounced, but she was still very beautiful and could stop any man in their tracks, and even more strong than she is beautiful. I am proud of my mother, proud that after my father and brother's death, she still managed to survive and thrive out here on the edge of the woods with just herself and I.

I am From

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Free write 1-16-2013

Short Story Beginning: I woke before the first rays of the sun pushed up over the mountains, and the first crow of the rooster was heard. Rolling out of bed I went to the window and pulled back the oil cloth curtain and felt the fresh air blast me in the face. The Spine a range of imposing mountains that stretched across the western end of the Kingdom from the North to the South, soared above me so that the sun reached my little farm last. The Spine was so tall that there was always snow on tops of the mountains, and no one ever journeyed there because of the many dangers of ravines, dropping cliffs, and many wild animals that seem to grow larger in the Spine. This is my favorite type of day, everything is still right at the edge of dawn, the dew still clings to the grass and tree branches, and the night time animals are creeping back to their nests before the big folk, and the day animals stir. Everything is still at peace, and nothing seems disturbed. For only a few short minutes, and then, there it was the first roosters crow. I pulled on my over dress, and boots and grabbed my quiver full of fresh arrows and my bow. I go hunting every day now, winter is fast approaching and my mother and I are storing up on goods before the first snows set in. It is just my mother and I on our small farm at the base of the Spine. We only have a milking cow, a small handful of chickens, and a plow horse to plow our fields, but every year we seem able to make it through the year. My mother Grace is skilled at making the last bit of corn meal or dried squirrel to last. We get help from the town folk as well, they always make sure that we have enough grain or warm blankets, though my mother doesn't like to accept charity, unwilling to let the other townswomen to think her weak. Though it is hard for two women to make it by themselves in this fief, were the taxes are so high and where the people have so little. I can remember when the Ranger Will brought my father and younger brother to us in a wagon murdered by Wargals, who had come down for a early raid on the Kingdom. My father and brother had been coming home from the village

Sarah Jackson - Intro

Hello Everyone! As you know is my name is Sarah, I was born in Illinois and I lived there for two years before moving to Missouri. My parents are from southern Missouri and that is why we moved back. I also have two brothers, Cole who is sixteen years old, and Samuel who is twelve years old. They are also free if anyone wants to take one!!  My parents are still together after twenty-one years and have we have all had are ups and downs but we are a pretty close knit family.  Right now I am in my second semester of college, and I am working on a getting my general eds. to become a teacher, my preferred field is Elementary or upper High School. I love teaching a child something and seeing them understand it and at the end they can remember what I have taught them and apply it. I used to teach Swimming Lessons to people of all ages, and it was an amazing feeling seeing what each kid could accomplish after only a few short weeks, and I still work with children every day in my local YMCA childcare; I also work in the indoor pool as a lifeguard part time as well. I have also found the love of my life last year, though we have only been going out a short amount of time, we love each other very much and have decided to take things slow while we are still in school! And I know what you guys are all thinking, pshh they are to young! and It'll never last, but you know what? Anything can happen and I am willing to take that bet.

This is my family!! 

This is my boyfriend Garrett!!