(A small background on this story. Briana challenged me to write a poem or a short story with either the phrase "hand in hand, to the edge of the sand, but up to the ground beyond" or "his nose cried louder and louder." I asked her if I got anything if I completely the challenge and she said that she'd do a load of my laundry. Here's the result ( Read more... )

The group continued walking and soon reached the little area where the horses were tied. They looked out at the water which had calmed substantially from the last time Quentin had seen it. It even looked crystal blue and inviting. Small waves lapped upon the shore.
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The three of them approached the woman who had nodded. There was not a polite way to describe her except big in every way. No matter how Quentin, Xarthen, or Zebedee viewed her, the part of her body that they espied was big. When they were within talking distance, Quentin stretched his neck and looked up at her, stuttering in a hoarse voice, “I- ( Read more... )

All three of them slept until afternoon. When Zebedee awoke, he realized that it was very late, so he shook Xarthen and Quentin shouting, “Wake, wake, please wake! I need to get to class. Luke will be furious with me!”
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Everybody looked up when Luke's voice bellowed, “Okay, does everybody know what they should have said?” They all nodded their heads and in response to this, Luke grumbled, “What?” The tent filled with tons of voices, all of them speaking in that odd charismatic evangelist tone. Yet, not a single one was in unison with the other. They were all ( Read more... )

Through the echoing of “I say - ad,” Xarthen and Quentin heard rustling in the leaves. They each stood by the horses and suddenly a man about five feet tall emerged from the plants. He had dark skin and rock hard muscles. He was dressed in pants, a dress shirt, a tie, and a vest that were all made from leaves. In his vest, he wore a bright blue ( Read more... )

Quentin stared at Xarthen and then growled, “You mean I have to eat all of this! All of it?!?!”
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“Oh,” Quentin shrugged his shoulders. Not a single word passed between the two of them as they packed the baskets and prepared the horses for the journey. The sun was starting to set and Quentin felt the need to leave the area. Xarthen did not want to let Quentin know he felt the same way. He tried his best to put on a facade of completely ( Read more... )

Quentin reached over and shook Xarthen. Xarthen's body heaved and he half snored and half grumbled, sounding quite like whatever those animals in the forest that easily spooked the horses. Quentin jumped back and watched to make sure that the horses were not completely spooked. Both Bolster and Bobbin were whinnying loudly.
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It was still raining, but Xarthen and Quentin were so hot from all the digging, that they did not mind the feel of the cold rain in the cold weather. They did not seem to mind the wet cotton sticking to their skin. Instead, they just sat in the rain while Xarthen explained how horseshoes were either nailed or glued to a horse's feet. Quentin ( Read more... )