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The Shed 6

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posted on May, 21 2016 @ 04:24 AM
a reply to: Gordi The Drummer

Sporky had finished his roast trout breakfast and was just settling down for a nap, by the banks of the pool where Gordi was bathing, when he suddenly jerked his head back up and turned to face the North.

Poor fella!

He didn't even get his nap in!

posted on May, 21 2016 @ 04:40 AM
a reply to: Night Star


Raine, I am speechless!

So true 'life's not fair'.

I wonder (musing to myself) if when someone meets another person that they are so drawn to and familiar with if
perhaps they were intimately related in another life? Not necessarily romantically...just connected deeply. Emotions that seem stronger than lust or love.
And then I wonder if they cannot be together in this lifetime (separated by physical space or cursed timing) maybe in the next?

Could all just be a vicious cycle with reward every cycle or two and the only memory of that person is that jolt of recognition when you meet again...

Okay rambling as usual!
Sorry guys!


Morning to whomever may be awake!

posted on May, 21 2016 @ 05:25 AM

originally posted by: TNMockingbird
a reply to: kaelci
There is a cave near me with a waterfall in front. The State has taken it over so we can't be there anymore.
It was a magical place.


When I was a kid, my dad and I went through a few natural-but-commercialised caves. Jenolan Caves and Abercrombie Caves. Abercrombie had cabins that you could stay in for a few days as you explored the area, I loved that place
and you could go panning in the creek and such.

And every now and then I get this urge to stare at rural properties... last week I saw one available not far from me, 30 acres, natural caves on it. If only I had 50k at that very moment! I would be sooo happy. Build a wooden shack to live in and go spelunking

posted on May, 21 2016 @ 05:33 AM
a reply to: kaelci

Oh my gosh what a life that would be!

My dream is on the ocean. My temporary home IS beautiful with the woods, rock outcroppings, caves, beautiful colors and magic in the air.

But, the ocean is my home.

I hope you can find your spot for the shack one day!

Maybe when it's absolutely will happen!

posted on May, 21 2016 @ 06:31 AM
Ahhh have dream homes...yes I will be on a beach. I want to move to Edisto Island, SC. It has to be the closest thing to untouched I have ever seen. It's part of the Ace Basin beaches and Live Oaks with Spanish Moss. I will post some pics Monday when I get my desktop.

Oh good morning everyone! Lol
Sorry when I start talking beaches....

posted on May, 21 2016 @ 06:34 AM
a reply to: Martin75

Oh good morning everyone! Lol
Sorry when I start talking beaches....


Morning Cutie Pie!

Talk beaches with ME any day of the week that ends in 'Y' only!

I looked back through the thread because I am sure that you had a chapter written.

Why oh why can't I find it?

Am I crazy?

Okay, don't answer that! But where is the chapter?!

posted on May, 21 2016 @ 06:36 AM
Good morning! It's Saturday story time.
The continuing saga of Aria and Errollorre.
My last chapter was not that long ago and yet it was back in Shed 5!

It can be found here:
Chapter 2 page 244

And now the tale continues.

Chapter 3

Errollorre and Troll walked the long path that led to the Dark Lands of Accassia.
The forest trees in this part of Accasia had black shiny leaves,
thus giving the land its name.

After walking for many hours they at last gazed upon the castle of Princess Aria in the distance.
They could see even from where they where that the castle was encased in wooden scaffolding, as workers labored to repair the castle from the great war.

“Tell me again why we go see ugly elf woman” said Troll.
“We’re going because we’re her friends. We’re going because she may need help rebuilding and helping everyone in the Dark Lands. We’re going because I love her and miss her.” said Errollorre.
“But ugly elf don’t remember you.” said Troll.
“I will help her remember me.” said Errollorre. “I’ll also help her remember that we were going to be married.”
“Troll didn’t know we were going to stay forever.” said Troll.
Errollorre just gave Troll a look.

As Errollorre and Troll approached the entrance to the castle they noticed several dozen green uniformed soldiers.
Some stood guard near the castle entrance. Some were unloading wagons of food and handing it to grateful and hungry Dark Lands citizens.
“Who they?” asked Troll as the entered the castle.
“I don’t know Troll” said Errollorre. “ I’ve never seen that uniform before.”

Errollorre and Troll walked through the castle and approached the great throne room.
Just a month earlier it was occupied by the evil Witch Queen.
Now Princess Aria had reclaimed her family's throne.

“What is in box you carry?” asked Troll.
“You can’t visit royalty empty handed.” said Errollorre. “I brought Aria a gift she will love.”
“What you bring?” asked Troll.
“Donuts from The Shed” said Errollorre.
“Donut box looked cleaner when we left.” said Troll.

Errollorre and Troll waited at the closed doors to the throne room for several minutes while a throne door protocol guard went inside to announce to the princess those awaiting her audience.
Finally the large doors swung open and a voice announced,
“Presenting Errollorre of the Palindromes and Troll the troll!”

Errollorre and Troll walked into the throne room.
It was different from when they had battled the witch there several weeks earlier.
The black marble statues and walls were gone.
Bright light filled the room.
Scaffolding rose up from all corners of the room covering the ceiling as it was being repaired from the damage caused by the bombardment the castle had received during the great battle.
The hideous throne of skulls had been removed.
In its place now stood a majestic and elegant throne of gold and red velvet.
Princess Aria sat in the throne, but to Errollorre’s surprise a second throne was set on the raised pedestal to her left.
There was a tall muscular man with flowing blonde hair sitting in the second throne.
Between the two thrones a table was set with a wide variety of exotic and delicious looking foods.
Aria and the handsome man were turned towards each other eating and laughing.
“Is that god of thunder?” asked Troll.
“No” said Errollorre. “The god of thunder has a beard.”

edit on 21-5-2016 by Errollorre because: (no reason given)

posted on May, 21 2016 @ 06:38 AM
a reply to: Errollorre


“Oh Errollorre!” said Aria. “So good to see you. Please come forward.
Allow me to introduce to you an old childhood friend. This is Prince Seapaul of the Isle of Grandeur.
The prince was kind enough to bring food and clothing for the poor residents of the Dark Lands."

“Very pleased to meet you!” Prince Seapaul said to Errollorre. “I have heard much about you.”
“How do you do you highness.” Said Errollorre. “Forgive my ignorance but this is the first I ever heard of you.”
“Ha ha” laughed Prince Seapaul. Then he turned towards Troll.
“And this mighty specimen must be the legendary Troll” said the prince.
“I have heard much about you. Truly you are most brave. You feats of strength, your self sacrifice and wonderful exploits on the battlefield is now and for all time, something that will spoken of with admiration for generations to come.”
“If evil witch or wizard’ said Troll, “make spell and turn Troll into ugly man, I hope they turn me into you.”

Errollorre looked at Troll and then turned to Prince Seapaul.
“I don’t recall seeing you or your troops in the recent battles.” Said Errollorre.
“Yes, you’re quite right.” Said Seapaul. “I do apologize. I truly desired to be here in the conflict.
My troops and I were delayed when we discovered The Witch Queen had sent a large force to kill everyone in the sanctuary towns near the coasts.
We had to protect the wives and children of the soldiers fighting in the war.
Then we intercepted a larger force that was coming behind the Accasian forces.
Apparently the witch had a surprise attack planned that would have decimated the attacking forces.
We fought a long bloody battle but we were able to defeat them and protect your forces in conquering the witch.”

“Everyone did their part and brought their best to defeat the witch” said Aria.
“Speaking of “bringing their best””, said Seapaul. “I almost forgot. I brought something to help the Dark Lands recover from the scars of this war.
In addition to the food we brought today, I have brought thirty wagons of medical supplies. There is an additional one hundred wagons of food and other necessitates being unloaded as we speak at the Accasian ports. Furthermore my troops at this moment are unloading one hundred tons of gold for you to use any way you see fit. Perhaps you could use some of it to have the castle roof repaired faster.”
Aria looked gratefully at Prince Seapaul.

“Errollorre bring ugly princess something too” said Troll.
“Oh?” said a smiling Aria. “What have you brought Errollorre?”
“Ah” said Errollorre looking embarrassed. “I brought you a box of donuts.”
Errollorre held up a battered and dirty donut box.
“Oh I love Shed donuts!” said Aria.

Before Aria could take a donut the side of the box collapsed and its contents spilled to the floor.
Just then a castle servant entered the throne room and spoke with Aria.
“ Excuse me a moment gentlemen” said Aria “ I have to greet some children outside who came to see me.”
Price Seapaul, Errollorre and Troll bowed as Princess Aria left the room.

“I’m glad I have a moment to speak with you alone Errollorre” said Prince Seapaul.
“Aria seems to respect you so I wonder if you could help me.”
“How so?” asked Errollorre.
“Well” said Seapual. “As I have told Aria. My father the king is very old. Although I do not look forward to it I expect I will be king before the year is out.
I’ve always felt the merger of the Dark Lands and the Isle of Grandeur would be of a great benefit for both our kingdoms.
Our isle has an endless supply of seafood and gold. It also is a vacation destination for many of the Accasians.
The Dark Lands have these wonderful trees with fine black leaves and smooth wood.
It is highly prized throughout the world.
Aria could use help ruling the Dark Lands.
I need Aria.
That is why we are going to get married.
“You’re going to marry Aria?” asked Errollorre.
“That is my intention.” said the prince. “I was hoping you could speak with her and help convince her of the wisdom in marrying me.”
“I think elf look ugly but you look like same good ugly like her.” said Troll. “Your uglies look like they belong together.”
Errollorre looked at the donuts on the floor.

edit on 21-5-2016 by Errollorre because: (no reason given)

posted on May, 21 2016 @ 06:49 AM
a reply to: Errollorre

*falls on floor giggling with delight*


They're getting married!!??

Bravo on the chapter(s)

Troll and his 'ugly elf women'...cracks me up!

posted on May, 21 2016 @ 06:52 AM
a reply to: Errollorre

You brought her Shed donuts!!?
And now this other dude thinks he's going to marry her??

I hope your ugly elf woman comes to her senses! (and I adore Troll)

Good morning! I'm not waking up well, so have been just reading...the stories are SO good!
I just finished kaelci's story too...loved the line "wearing the shrouded robes she was yet to understand"...

A lot of talent here, y'all continue to impress me.
Ugh, waiting for the coffee to brew...will return shortly...

posted on May, 21 2016 @ 07:04 AM

originally posted by: kaelci
.....he enjoys all of your stories too
I read a few out loud to him, and, I would just like you all to know that he finds it absolutely ~hysterical~ when I try to speak as the big Scotsman


Puleeeeeease? Pwetty Puleeeeeeeeeease??

Thank you.

I am trying to catch up.... but the Scottish Cup Final is just about to start.... It's LIVE on TV, and my team (Glasgow Rangers) are there! BBL

posted on May, 21 2016 @ 07:18 AM
I found this quite funny.

Oh, random question. Anyone here younger than 25?
edit on 21/5/2016 by Eilasvaleleyn because: Reasons

posted on May, 21 2016 @ 07:22 AM
a reply to: Eilasvaleleyn

In my head yes

Hi guys

Unfortunately my body is body is knocking on the door of 50


posted on May, 21 2016 @ 08:07 AM
a reply to: Eilasvaleleyn

Not I I turn 41 this year..but I started counting backwards

posted on May, 21 2016 @ 08:09 AM
a reply to: Martin75

Good morning, I don't have breakfast yet. How is the run?

posted on May, 21 2016 @ 09:22 AM
Very quiet here at the minute.

/me tiptoes back out silently
edit on 21-5-2016 by 1984hasarrived because: tpyo fixed

posted on May, 21 2016 @ 09:29 AM
a reply to: Quantum12

We the and rainy but fun. I'm trying to get my pictures to upload..grrrrrr

posted on May, 21 2016 @ 09:35 AM
Hm, well, here's something, I suppose.

~~~Red is for Agony~~~

Drip... Drip...

Somewhere, water struck stone, endlessly.
On and on it went.
Without pause, without hurry.

Drip... Drip...

Every impact sent a dull throb through my head.
The sound of wet drops on black rocks rippled through the darkness.
I could almost imagine distortions in the space around me, though I couldn't see a thing.

Drip... Drip...

Trying to move, to stand, nothing happened.
Like a puppet with its strings cut, there I helplessly lay, propped up with something hard against my back.
In the distance I heard movement.
Something approaching.

The sound of its steps formed a staccato in time with the water.
A beautiful symphony of impending demise.
The thought of a rescue never even crossed my mind.

Nearer, nearer, nearer, with ever passing second.
Close now.
Not much longer until the end. I could feel its hot breath by my face.
Something ticklish dragged across my face.
Something sharp across my chest...

A pause that stretched towards infinity.

Drip... Drip...

Then it started.

Ripping and tearing and sawing and gnawing.
Breaking and crunching, grinding bones.




A sound almost like breaking twigs.
And with it, pain. So much pain. Staying conscious was almost impossible.
Like a knife slowly driven into my heart.
Red light.
Red red red RED RED, and black, and white.

In the end, I was enveloped by a strangely warm and peaceful sensation.

And then there was nothing.

He bolted upright in his bed. The same dream again.
He wasn't sure he wanted to know what it meant, but felt that whatever it foretold was approaching fast.


Entries after this one should be colored like is normally the case here.
edit on 21/5/2016 by Eilasvaleleyn because: Reasons

edit on 21/5/2016 by Eilasvaleleyn because: Reasons

posted on May, 21 2016 @ 09:40 AM
a reply to: Eilasvaleleyn

Eilasvaleleyn that was wonderful. I can't wait for your next....

posted on May, 21 2016 @ 09:49 AM
a reply to: Martin75

Haha, I'm not exactly known for my consistency, so a new entry could occur anywhere between three days and "never". XD

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