WV short story conclusion

I didn't know how long I'd been sleeping when I heard the quiet whispers. So many soft voices seemed to be hovering in the air above me, altho I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. I looked to my left side to see if Allekie was awake, but she wasn't there. She was several yards away dancing in the tall surtermis grass and singing in the Wildpoi's native language of Ressol. It was a joyful sight. I began to play along on my rinjan. We danced and played for hours under the moon in this faraway land with our new found friends.

There we were all alone, two small children far from home, yet we felt no fear. We knew that we were dancing under the same moon that shines down in our own backyards. We knew we were experiencing all the joy, beauty and wonder of the same creator. We both knew that there was no way that we could trap a Wildpoi and take it from it's beautiful home. We also knew that the elders back in Nonabi would never believe what we had seen and heard without some sort of proof, but that was okay.

Allekie and I made a pact that night. We made a promise to protect that valley. I've never told another soul about the journey we took nearly 75 years ago. The only proof I have is my own failing memory and a faded old sketch made many years ago by a wide-eyed eight year old with enough imagination to fill a hundred lifetimes.




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WV short story part 3

By late morning the sun was making great strides in overpowering the cloud cover. Every so often, we could see the brilliant flicker from the Island of Prete
as the sun's rays danced across the phydre covered hills. We were nearly to the inner gratinac of it's beach and we couldn't help but to squeel with excitement.

We tied the conse to a large Istion branch, grabbed our gear and made our way up the Afeduplu Mountain. It was the tallest point on the island and we knew that once we were at the top we would have a clear view of the valley below. Afeduplu Mountain was breath taking, altho the phydre crystals made it difficult to climb. More than once we lost our footing and skinned our hands & knees. I was grateful that we had bandages and paingu.

We made it to the highest peak just before sundown & we were exhausted. Allekie and I nibbled on dried butfulat and drank sparingly from our jug of swerige. As we sat there quiet and still waiting to catch a glimpse of the elusive Wildpoi below, the long journey seemed to catch up with us and we both dozed off.

WV short story part 2

Allekie and I were well prepared for our adventure. Our travels began just before daybreak on the banks of the Midvein River, where we borrowed a sturdy conse from a local fisherman. He made us promise that we'd return it by night fall so that he could fill his nets with codpio for the fresh market the following morning, and we had every intention of doing just that.

We secured our chantsues with the spare oars as a primitive shelter to keep the rain off of our heads. We had our course set. Allekie offered to take the first turn rowing the conse while I settled back and began to play a tune on my rinjan. My intention had been to cheer us with the music but the melody was somehow haunting.

Perhaps we were naive to think that we could quietly slip in and out of the Wildpoi Valley without harm. We thought we were prepared for most anything. We had a perconk that could be used to bribe the Coutioni Tribe for safe passage. We had plenty of fresh water and we had brought along a hearty lunch of butfulat and turamici.

WV short story part 1

I awoke to the sound of distant thunder. It wasn't startling like you might imagine but actually more of a soothing deep roambil whisper calling to me from a far off place. The sky had been pouring rain all week and I so wished that it would greet me on this Saturday morning with cheerful rays of warmth, but alas, It did NOT.

I pulled the quilt up tight around my neck and began to mentally make a list of the inside chores that I could get done today, altho, I wasn't in the mood for chores.

I wanted to get out and stretch my limbs and explore my yard. I wanted to work the soil and start preparing the ground for my keplish. I wanted to prune the lifeless branches from the chodifie trees and begin the process of tucking Winter quietly away and welcoming Spring to my little corner of Nonabi.

AHH Spring! A time when all things can become new again. The arnica plants come to life, the birds begin to sing their melodies and all creatures great and small come out of hibernation to relish this beautiful creation we call Home.

As I laid there all snug as a larvous bug in a rug I began to recall a day in my childhood that began much like this one. I was eight years old and into everything. I was born with an adventurous heart, and when I over heard the elders in the Chollolee shop one day whispering about the legendary Wildpoi Valley, I began to devise a plan to find the Island of Prete.

I enlisted the help of my best friend Allekie. She was a full year older than I, but she was far less brave. I had to promise Allekie that if we did indeed capture a Wildpoi, I would let her keep it as her very own treasure.

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Word Verification

I will apologize for this random post ahead of time, but I really cant help myself. Im just so very curious. Does anyone else wonder about the definitions of those crazy words in the "word verification" box? You know the ones. When you try to post a comment, you have to retype the random word to make sure you are a human and not a computer droid wrecking internet havoc by posting unwanted comments to the unsuspecting masses. Can anyone tell me what a CHODIFIE looks like?? ha ha ha
Id also really like to know if a WILDPOI is an animal, vegetable or mineral. Just for the fun of it, Im going to keep a list of them for a while and try to incorporate them into a short story. So, to everyone reading this..... have a sedrupar night! ha ha ha That is all...........

It's Baaacccckkkkk

I knew it was coming, it couldnt stay away any longer. I heard it begin a few minutes ago and now I hear it gently trickle down my window. I cant say that Ive missed it at all. We have had the most glorious week of sunshine. A promise of good things to come. Last week we were able to enjoy BBQ's, walks on the beach, picnics and fishing. The Lord knew we needed a little sunshine and I am grateful. We now begin the countdown to Spring.

How can you doubt it?

It is completely beyond me how anyone can look at this vast ocean or gaze in to this incredible sunset and not see the hand of God. This is His marvelous creation and it is a gift.

letter to no one.....

Yesterday, I sat down at my computer to send you an email like I do nearly every week. It wasnt until I clicked on your name in my address book, that I realized you would never read my message. It slipped my mind somehow that you arent there anymore. I really miss you. "My Mayberry" just wont ever be the same.

The winds of change are a blowin'

It's been a while since my last blog. Its hard to put thoughts into words when your heart is broken. When Im hurt, I get very quiet and turn inward. I do feel God working on me though. I know I'll come out of this newest phase of my life a better person. Real change is never easy or comfortable, but I welcome it.

Something happened to me in Minnesota last month. As I was standing there in that beautiful church filled with people that loved my mother-in-law......I realized that I was a part of something huge. I am a part of a very large family legacy began by Jeannette and Arnie 55 years ago this month. It made me proud and it made we want to be a better person. It made me want to live up to feeling worthy of all the blessings God has poured down on our family over the years. I know I will never really be worthy of His blessings and sacrifice, but that's what Grace is all about.

Random thought over. Have a Blessed Day.