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The Shed 12

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posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 02:09 PM
Page 5 (Shed 12) - The First Round (includes a link to all previous episodes)
Page 28 - Scars
Page 53 - Sparring
Page 56 - Blood
Page 57 - Char
Page 63 - Like Angels Singing
Page 68 - Hauerdred
Page 110 - Queen of the Jamael, part 1
Page 114 - Queen of the Jamael, part 2
Page 118 - Elder Poliara

Today's episode: Attending the Elder

Indeed, Siere was stirring. Her eyes opened, unfocused at first, but quickly regained their usual sharpness as the elder Seeress departed the coach’s cabin.

“Seeress, let me assist you.”

He took her hand and helped her sit with support behind her shoulders. She looked out the window, taking in the Gerat Kuhjinoe, and the departing form of the grey-haired Seeress. She began to stand.

Gaalen quickly exited the coach ahead of her to stand at the bottom of the steps and offer his hand to Siere as she descended.

“Lord Captain Braeghe, please escort Seeress Meron. Let us retire to my study,” Commanded the elder Seeress. Siere grimaced.

Gaalen offered her his arm, and with only a slight hesitation she took hold of it, leaning on him as they proceeded slowly up the steps.

“Lord Braeghe, what happened?” she asked him quietly.

“I’m not certain. You began speaking in another language, and you…” he stopped.

“What is it?” she demanded after a pause.

“You drew your knife. At me.”

She studied him.

“Then you collapsed. We got you into the coach and brought you here.”

“What has Elder Poliara said?”

“Is that who that was? She said nothing of consequence. Just asked our names, called us boys, and told us to bring you.”

“She’s very abrupt,” piped Uwen from behind them.

“That she is, Master Uwen. Listen to me, both of you. Let me do the talking, and do not speak unless spoken to.” Control, always more bloody control, Gaalen thought with annoyance.

“Come,” came the perfunctory voice from the other side of the entrance. The gray-haired Seeress sat at a nondescript table, attended by the two Bearers from before. One was writing furiously in a book, the other holding a silver pitcher of something cold, Gaalen judged by the condensation.

“Elder Poliara,” Siere murmured upon entering the room.

“Seeress Meron, Lord Braeghe. Ah, and Master Uwen.”

“Seeress,” said Gaalen.

“What happened, Seeress?” Poliara asked.

“I’m not entirely certain, Elder. I was discussing translations of ancient languages into the Graytongue with Master Uwen and Lord Braeghe. I remember feeling a bit flushed, and then…” she shrugged. “The next thing I remember is waking up in the coach.”

“Which language?”

“Jamael, your Grace,” Uwen blurted. “The legend of Queen Saelevea. It’s a fascinating…” he trailed off at a withering look from Siere.

“Jamael? Not many examples of ancient Jamael exist, do they? Versions of Idraelaanit and the epic poem Fresyanatara Kidaalenamara. I believe Markuus’s history also has one or two reproductions of documents she claimed possession of, yes?” She looked past Siere, directly at Uwen.

“You are well-versed in ancient literature, Seeress Poliara,” Uwen bowed deeply.

She considered the three of them briefly, and Gaalen had the disturbing feeling she knew much that she did not let on.
“Seeress Meron, Master Uwen, would you excuse us?”

Uwen turned to go, but Siere looked thunderstruck. Her mouth was open slightly, eyes wide. It only lasted a moment, though, and she snapped back into the cool mask she normally wore. Spinning smartly, she departed the room, lips pursed in a thin line, leaving Gaalen alone with Elder Poliara and the two Bearers.

posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 02:10 PM
hello all...i hope you are all having a great day..i am starting to get a eye ache and it hurts..its always the left eye that does eyes will never be the same after i had eye surgery back in 2001..syx can tell you all what happen to my wished i could find the picture he took of how bad my eyes were...

i might set up my coca~cola tree today or set out other christmas stuff in the living one time when we lived on our house we 5 christmas room,bathroom,kitchen,out side and my coca~cola one set up in my miss doing this every thing had a place in my house and i knew where it was going all the time...but now i have lots the smaller trees we had in the kitchen and i might have to get new ones..i have gotten rid of 3 christmas totes just over a few days going through the stuff..syx needs to get busy on working on our village and soon...SYX get you a$$ busy NOW..LOL..he so loves doing this...we havent had it up since 2011...but now it the time to get it all over the years that we didnt have it up we was buying more things for it...

well hope again you all have a great day...


posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 02:14 PM
a reply to: Night Star

i so so love this one..i had used this one a few years back and so forgot about it..but i hope you dont care but i am using it again...again so love this one...

posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 02:15 PM
a reply to: PrairieShepherd

Hey Shep!! I have been Loving Your Tale entries!!

Hi everyone else too.

I dropped in a Story entry for the writing contest.
A Christmas Carol Poem [SCC2016]

posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 02:16 PM
a reply to: WalkInSilence

i think she keeps following me..and snaps a picture when we are not

i so love this one so so much...

edit on 1-12-2016 by ccbears because: (no reason given)

posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 02:19 PM
a reply to: ccbears

Ok Peeps. This is what CC is talking about. I posted it yesterday with the question, "What is this?" Ya all must have missed it or are ignoring Me...

posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 02:22 PM

originally posted by: kaelci

*waves to Gordi*
Greetings, Sir Gordi!
I was JUST thinking about short story contests the other day. So pleased to see one!
I need to get my brain working. I struggle when writing anything not fantasy and magic. Haha. Need to explore outside my little box.

A Magical Magister Christmas feat. Scary Christmas Carols?

I reckon SCARY CHRISTMAS CAROLS is Right up your street B!
What could be scarier than (Black?) Magic ruining the holidays??

posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 02:24 PM

originally posted by: SyxPak
a reply to: ccbears

Ok Peeps. This is what CC is talking about. I posted it yesterday with the question, "What is this?" Ya all must have missed it or are ignoring Me...

Doesn't it just keep your 'Tache out of the drink when you're supping?

posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 02:25 PM
OK, I had to do it.... it was the voices in my head...

My Short Story Contest Entry

posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 02:26 PM
a reply to: Gordi The Drummer

We have a WINNER!! Yep Gordi, it's called a Mustache Cup!!

posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 02:35 PM
a reply to: TNMockingbird
You're pretty special yourself.

BTW, your current avatar is utterly gorgeous. I could probably create an entire story around that one image.

posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 02:36 PM
a reply to: Gordi The Drummer

Oh. Commented on Your contest entry! Loved That one Man!!!

edit on 1-12-2016 by SyxPak because: (no reason given)

posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 02:39 PM
a reply to: SyxPak
(Sorry, folks, I'm trying to catch up so my replies are a bit random...)

Syx, I just love this! Is that wall-mounted dragon actually a wood carving? (I'm guessing it is, but just would like to be sure.) And where on Earth did you get it?

posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 02:41 PM
a reply to: JustMike

Hey Mike! Not wood, it's actually cold cast resin plastic, but pretty heavy!! I got it years ago at a mall here, I think?. I have seen them online too so... Hugs for Dada, and Your kind self too!!

posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 02:42 PM
a reply to: JustMike

Right? Absolutely second this motion.

How are ya JustMike?

posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 02:55 PM
a reply to: PrairieShepherd
Shep, you have a talent for writing. For telling a story. This goes beyond little details like fixing typos and line-editing technicalities: I am speaking of the essence of story-telling.

Little technical glitches can be fixed, but first, there must be the story, and you have a way to tell it that works. Don't ever take notice of anyone who tells you that you need to change your style. That's like trying to "improve" a castle by digging up its foundations and re-laying them. Your style is your foundations, your characters are your walls, your story is your turrets and towers.

Keep writing! You can write books -- and you'll get readers. How many? Who knows? When J K Rowling began, she never dreamed of millions of readers. She was hoping that she'd have at least a few. All writers who are even faintly realists know the way these things work, and that is all they hope for. I'm the same, and I feel blessed to know that some people like my work.

This is what writing is about: reaching into people's hearts and minds and making contact with them. Making them want to turn the page, making them wonder what comes next in your story when they have to put it aside for a while. What we write can add a little something into people's lives, and I've seen what that can do. I've seen it even here, on ATS and most recently, especially in the Shed threads.

In the past, story tellers were treasured as very special and valued members of their community. Today, with Hollywood and its mirrors world-wide, it seems to be more about the actors or the directors. But without the story tellers, they have nothing.

Keep writing, Shep. You, and all the others here who write: keep writing! Keep telling your tales. You never know who you are reaching. But I assure you all this: you are doing something good, something special.


posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 02:59 PM
a reply to: JustMike

Well said Mike!
And Welcome home buddy!

posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 03:20 PM
a reply to: SyxPak
Cold cast resin? So, someone carved the original (most likely in wood or maybe plaster) and then they took molds so they could make copies. Darn... I'd love to see the original they worked from.

All the same, it looks magnificent. Gives me some ideas for re-decorating the interior of our cottage, when the time comes.

posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 03:31 PM
a reply to: JustMike

Funny - after reading this, Mike, I now find myself without words.

[Shep bows his head on his shepherd's staff]

Thank you.
edit on 12-1-2016 by PrairieShepherd because: (no reason given)

posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 03:32 PM
a reply to: PrairieShepherd
We're not doing too bad. Heading off to our cottage tomorrow with some packed boxes of books and maybe a few other items. Slowly moving things from here to there. Still have about 1,000 books to pack and various other things, but we'll get there.

My wife is about as well as I can hope for at this time. She's still holding on (medically & especially mentally) and is sometimes able to follow what is going on. She also enjoys playing the keyboard each day, so that's a good thing. Just hoping that she can either remain stable for longer or even improve a little more.

I'm hoping we can get through winter with her holding steady, at least. Once spring comes, it will help her immensely.

a reply to: Gordi The Drummer
Always good to be able to drop by, Gordi.

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