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posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 01:43 AM
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originally posted by: Night Star
a reply to: muzzleflash

Of course you are savable. Life can suck sometimes, but we must be warriors and fight our way through. At the very least, we can hold onto hope and each other here in the shed or wherever.



I don't know what you're talking about.

I spent my whole life wasting away in the light for nothing.
I was nice to everyone, went out of my way to help, was kind compassionate and courteous, for what?
For nothing.
God didn't care either.
No good deed goes unpunished.

Yeah well I'm done with all that.

I'm going to the Dark side.
I'm not sorry.

My whole life I was sorry for everything.
For once I'm not anymore.




posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 01:50 AM
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a reply to: muzzleflash

The dark side sucks. There's no light there. You might miss something while losing yourself in the darkness. I used to say that I had been through too much for too long and in some ways that changes a person. It doesn't mean you have lost the light. You have plenty of love and light to share in this world. It's still there somewhere inside you, it's just buried for now. Hold on and don't give up or give in.



posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 02:10 AM
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posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 02:13 AM
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a reply to: JinMI

Peek a boo my little Jiminy cricket! Nice to see you! How are things?



posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 02:14 AM
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a reply to: Night Star

Workin and lurkin! How are you!?



posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 02:17 AM
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a reply to: JinMI

I am well. Trying to get sleepy enough to actually sleep. Hey, I yawned. That's a good sign right?



posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 02:25 AM
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a reply to: Night Star

That is certainly a step in the right direction.

Whenever I need to sleep i think about doing house chores. It's amazing how tired I can become!




posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 02:28 AM
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a reply to: JinMI

Bahahaha! I'm listening to music, maybe that will help.



posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 06:19 AM
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a reply to: SyxPak

Anyplace is fine, it is time that is of the greater concern-time and money for the trip. Summer sounds like a good time, if the one coming anytime time from late May to early August is my relative free time, though I'll need to see the schedule for those few months.

That does sound awesome and I agree. After going to Europe I'm not sure I'd like to go back
Love it there.

Sorry to hear you have such a "friend" as $1400 isn't a small sum of money. Depending on relations with this person perhaps acting strict could work. Hope you get back what is rightfully yours.



posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 10:12 AM
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"Hey there, Sheddy world..."
Any Donuts?

Well, as luck and fate would have it... after deciding to have a quiet day today (in preparation for mum's funeral tomorrow) I received a big order for decals that had to be finished before the weekend... as in... Today!
So, I've just had my busiest work day since before Christmas, on top of waking up at 2am and not getting back to sleep last night. Needless to say, I'm a wee bit tired now!

However, I did find a copy of the song I wrote a while back for the local Primary School, and that brought a wee smile to my face!
(When I chaired the School's Parent Council, one of my fundraising ideas was to write a new School Song and release it on CD for sale to parents, families and friends of the School)... I'll attach a wee linky if anyone wants to hear it?

LINK to Gordi's School Song

Anyway, that's me finished work for the day, and just deciding what to do for dinner.

I LOVED Tom's time-travelling, sneaking into the past shed etc and Jacy's interaction with that!!
Messing about with time-loops etc was always something that I remember enjoying in the early shed stories!



G



posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 11:01 AM
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a reply to: Gordi The Drummer

Hi Gordi


I just saw your post and I missed that in the past pages.

My heart is with you and your family with the passing of your Mum.




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posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 11:07 AM
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Good mornin Sheddites!



posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 12:50 PM
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a reply to: crappiekat

Aww Thanks kat!
Much appreciated.

How's you?


@NightStar - You have PM!

Gx



posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 01:18 PM
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a reply to: Night Star

Hi Night! I realize this post i'm replying to is 3 days old. My apologies - I've been sick - was laid up with a nasty fever for 3 days. But I have rejoined the living!

Working on the conclusion of the Accasia battle from PrairieShepherd's POV, and of course I've always got more to post of my main story about Gaalen & Siere. I guess I kind of left everyone hanging one whether our heroine lives or dies! Oops!

Just catching up a few more pages then I will be more present!



posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 01:20 PM
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a reply to: PrairieShepherd

OK shep.... BigG's putting the home-made chicken soup on the stove for you!
Extra Pepper?

G



posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 01:36 PM
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a reply to: Gordi The Drummer

You know, I did golden milk while I was sick. Added generous amounts of ginger, clove, and nutmeg, then added a bit of cayenne. It was awesome and my head & sinuses felt so much better afterward.

But - fever broke a couple days ago. I'm just tired now.

I'll still take some chicken soup, though.



posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 01:48 PM
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a reply to: PrairieShepherd

Hey It's great to see You ! Sorry though that You were put down by one of the Nasty Bugs....

It has always amazed Me that something that is so Microscopic can put US down for the count, lay us out, in such the negative way that it does.

Nice that You are on the mend!!!


Oh as for the Story. I hope I left it 'open' enough that You can use it still. I had no idea what had happened to You and thought You may never return?....



posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 02:10 PM
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To my wonderful friends...



Shep, sorry to hear you've been sick Hun! I'm looking forward to your story line entries!

Hi Moon!

Hiya Gordi! I will be with you and the family tomorrow in spirit! Awesome that you are continuing with your signs/decals! Your childrens song was adorable.


Hi Kitty Kat! Beautiful roses!!!!!

Hi Syx! Clean your room! LOL

Lots to do so I will be popping in and out.

Why is there a bobcat sitting at the kitchen table? He looks hungry. Why is he staring at me?




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posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 03:27 PM
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a reply to: SyxPak

Yup, you left it plenty open. It's all good. Having fun writing out the conclusion of Shepherd's episode.
As for my return, y'all can't get rid of me that easy.


a reply to: Night Star

Good to be back - work has been busy so I haven't had as much spare time for posting. But, here & there I will be around.



posted on Jan, 19 2017 @ 04:33 PM
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...continued from a page way back that I can't find and no longer remember...

PrairieShepherd surveyed the battlefield. A wise old sage, gone now, who went by many names once said, "The only thing sadder than a battle won is a battle lost." Blood soaked the dirt, dried grasses, and snow. The dragons breath had scorched trees and ground. Among the demon horde had been creatures of fire and sulphur, whose very footsteps still smoldered. The great hounds of shadow had left their marks - great paw prints on bare rock and drops of acid from their saliva corroding holes in the armor of fallen heroes. The wails of the wounded, and the cries of those mourning loss echoed over the battlefield.

Shepherd bowed his head in silent grief. Aecian, the great sheepdog, and his companion for nearly a century and a half, lay still on the cold ground. It was Aecian who had rescued him in his darkest hour, Aecian who had protected him time and again, Aecian who held the Flock together with unconditional loyalty. Aecian had saved Shepherd's life more times than he could count. Why do the innocent get taken, when those with such black marks on their souls like me linger? Is this how I am doomed to live? To watch everyone I love die while I go on? He could not even shed tears anymore. All he had left was the rage, and Aecian's death had robbed him of even that now.

The Flock was subdued. Once Shepherd had conveyed his role, they had accepted him, even came to trust him. Shepherd had felt that trust and admiration, and he could feel their grief now. They knew, and they mourned with him.

A delicate weight touched his shoulder, and he looked askance at the shining form of a pixie. She looked at him with compassion, and reached her tiny hand up to his cheek, the silvery threads of her green dress sparkling in the sunlight. Her touch was like the brush of butterfly wings on his rough face.

"Can you tell me where to find a shovel?"

In answer, she just pointed. There, not two paces away, a pristine shovel leaned up against a massive oak tree. Its blade was gleaming silver, and its handle was of polished maple heartwood. He thanked the pixie, and stood up to retrieve it. She stayed on his shoulder, sitting down as if riding a horse side-saddle. He set his staff against the oak and picked up the shovel. It had no discernible weight.

"Under the oak. Yes, they would have liked that." The pixie looked at him sadly and nodded.

He began to dig. One large grave, one small. The pixie flitted off his shoulder to perch on one of the roots of the oak tree. The shovel cut through the dirt as if it was water, with almost no effort. Even lifting full loads of dirt, the shovel only weighed a fraction of what it should have. He dug, and dug, up to his shoulders. All the time, the beautiful little pixie watched him with that same tender expression.

He leaned on the shovel to catch a breath. Sitting at the edge of the grave was a tankard of dark ale. He looked over at the pixie and she gave him a fleeting, sheepish smile, then busied herself inspecting her miniscule fingernails. He was hot, having shed his heavy wool cloak some time ago, and drank deeply.

"Thank you," he told her gruffly. He wasn't much for pleasantries, never had been a man of many words. The pixie's care touched him, though.

He buried Aecian first. He could not even budge the giant sheepdog's body. It was an ugly, all-too-practical problem he did not want to face. He knelt by the dog's side. "Now what do I do?" he muttered under his breath.

Abruptly, the pixie flew off. Shepherd watched her go, wondering if he had done something to frighten her.

Suddenly she returned, a crowd of her sisters in tow. They surrounded the body of the great sheepdog, and slowly, gently, Aecian floated a few inches off the ground, over to the grave, and lowered down. Then they stood in a silent ring around Aecian's grave. The green pixie fluttered up to his shoulder again as he stood to walk over toward his friend's body.

"Thank you," he said, gazing at each one in turn, finishing with the tiny figure on his shoulder. He grabbed a handful of the soil of Accasia and tossed it into the grave. "Goodbye, my friend. Run free in green fields until I see you again." He began to cover Aecian.
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