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The Shed 16

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posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 12:36 PM

Troll Builds His Own Shed

It was a cold damp morning.
The torrential rain that poured down all night had finally stopped.
A small stream under a stone bridge had become a deep fast moving river.

Beneath the bridge, laying in cold water and several feet of oozing muck and debris,
was Troll the troll.
It had been a wet and cold night under the bridge.
Various slimey creatures ran over the sleeping troll.
Filth of all kinds had washed through the stream and through the hairy body of Troll.
He awoke pleased to have had such a pleasant night under his old bridge.

Troll stood and shook off layers of slime and muck.
He stretched and walked out from under the bridge onto the bank of the stream.

His attention was suddenly captured by a loud squealing sound.
Troll looked to see a large wild boar with its hind leg caught in a forked branch of a thick bush by the road.

Troll walked up to the trapped and angry boar.
“Nice pig.” said Troll.

Troll reached down and grabbed the boar's leg and lifted it out from the forked branch.
Troll then swung the boar like a baseball bat into a large nearby tree.
“Breakfast.” said Troll.

After a few minutes Troll had finished eating the entire boar.
As he sat on the bank of the stream he thought about his friends at The Shed.
It had been some time since he had seen them.
But The Shed was over a day's walk away.

“Shed too far from Troll’s bridge.” thought Troll.
Suddenly Troll lept to his feet.
“Troll know!” said Troll out loud. “Troll build own Shed. Then stupid friends come to Troll!”

Troll ran to a spot next to the road.
“This good place for Shed.” said Troll.
Troll began to break down trees and stack and form them into a large lean-to

After several hours Troll had made what looked like a large Native American Teepee.
Troll looked in through the door he had made from the trunk of a large tree.
“Not bigger on inside.” said Troll. “Troll need find magic.”

Troll walked through the forest for a while until he came to a large moss covered boulder.
Tilting the massive stone up with one hand he reached under it and fished out of a hole a filthy garden gnome.

“Troll!” said the scared gnome. “Don’t hit me Troll. I’ve stayed away from your bridge. I haven’t tried to grow flowers or green grass or anything pleasant around your place!”

“Troll no come to hit stupid gnome thing.” said Troll “Troll need gnome thing to use magic for Troll.”
“Oh”. said the gnome. “Alright. Show me what you need.”

Troll and the gnome walked back through the forest until they came to the tower of tree trunks that Troll had built.
“What is this?” asked the gnome.
“Troll make Shed like Shed stupid elves and things go to.” Said Troll. “Now they come here to Troll shed.”
“Right.” said the gnome nervously. “So what do you want me to do?”
“Make Troll Shed bigger on inside.” said Troll.

“What??!!” said the gnome. “I don’t have that kind of magic! I’m a garden gnome! I can grow a bush or some flowers!”
“You make inside Shed big or Troll pound you small.” said Troll.
“I’ll try.” said the gnome. “But for a job this size I need help.”
“Troll get help.” said Troll. “You start magic.”

Troll left the nervous gnome and walked into the forest.
After a while he came to a large tree with a knot hole in its trunk.
Troll reached inside the hole a pulled out a half drunk fairy.

“Wash the big ideash.” said the fairy.
“You stop drinking funny juice for now and help Troll.” said Troll.
“Help howsh?” asked the fairy.
“Troll show stupid flitty thing.” said Troll.

Troll stuffed the fairy into his shirt and walked back to his shed.
“Troll bring help.” said Troll to the gnome.
Troll reached into his shirt and pulled out the fairy and threw it into the shed with the gnome.
“Troll go get stuff for shed.” said Troll. “You make shed bigger on inside.”
Troll walked into the forest leaving the gnome and fairy sitting inside the ramshackle shed looking at each other.

“What do wesh do now?” said the slowly sobering fairy to the gnome.
“I’ve been thinking about that.” said the gnome. “And I think I know how I can use magic to help us make this place bigger on the inside.”
“How?” asked the fairy.
“Like this.” said the gnome.
The gnome snapped his fingers and by magic there suddenly appeared two garden shovels.
“We dig.” said the gnome.

To be continued...

edit on 2-6-2017 by Errollorre because: (no reason given)

posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 01:08 PM
a reply to: Errollorre

Hi Tom,
Welcome home. (You had me worried!)


posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 02:28 PM
Lord of the Rings Theme - Epic Metal Rendition

Saying hello to everyone. Thunderstorms all day so I won't be here much until it's over.

posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 03:05 PM
*waves good morning to the Shedizens*
*shuffles infront of the fireplace and warms her fingertips*

I am shocked that discombobulated is an unknown word in these parts!

It's such a fun word!

I've just awoken from a lot of broken sleep and weird dreams, so excuse me for a moment while I go acquire coffee and continue to hog the comfy chair before of the fireplace.

posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 03:30 PM
Journey through the storm

I have my purpose, my passion, my love
These things are every thing to me
But I am my own worst enemy
My mind takes me away from my own soul
I am left weak, crying on the ground
Even still, even from you
How can this be?
Don't think it doesn't mean the world to me
To be magical, to be free
To make a smile, and to be
Everything have hoped for

But I know why, I have to fight,
So, I know why I must endure.
Because I will make it through
I burn a path through darkness
And if my pain, my suffering
Can help just one person to see
To breathe
Then that is enough.
Today I choose my heart.
Today I choose you.
I will sit through the pain
In sackcloth and ashes
I might not be able to fight today
But I will see it through
Because I know at the end, is you
Is me too.

I am strong today because I survived the storm. Even if my smile is far from me still. I am enough... There is no need to be a hero.its okay to be broken just so long as we set in our hearts our true desire and keep our eyes on it as much as we can.all we can do is fight and breathe and listen and look.

posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 03:53 PM
jacy slammed the kitchen window shut behind her, after climbing in once again. She wasn't ready to face the questioning looks on Night Star or anyone else right now...for now she needed to pontificate about her current conundrum.
She knew that while Sir Errollorre had gone to the city on business, Troll had run away and become lost (as far as she knew). Eyes filling with tears, she worried that poor sweet Troll was all alone and likely now far away from anyone who would help him.
She did smile quickly afterwards though, remembering that kaelci had come home, and BugWhisperer had been stopping by for tea. Even Homer had come back to show everyone his new degree...and there were still lurkers popping in to say "hello". Marty could relax as her man-human was on the mend, though she really should have taken a pixie or two to help the time go faster.
The donut making machine was still running daily and some cool blue people had moved in (one even allowed the silly girl to call him "Blue Dude" to his face! WalkInSilence had unofficially joined the night crew, and Night Star was getting company once again.
She actually laughed thinking about the weird uncles and Idiots who licked the cookies knowing that they had been laced with very potent pixie dust. "They're all likely planting rose gardens about now" she mused - not being facetious - just aware that they had all ingested the 'flower power potion' and it was known to be quite...personality altering.
All in all, there was still much to celebrate so jacy grabbed a donut off the rack and headed down the hallway to her bedroom. "I might even put on a gown for dinner tonight, to show them all how much I spooking appreciate them!" she giggled.
Pausing at her bedroom doorway, she could hear the gentle strumming of guitars and what sounded like a one-string mandolin and either TrueBrit or Bassplyer (on bass of course). She listened for a moment and heard Gordi's voice start singing softly. LucidWarrior and swanne came running out of the dining hall together, chattering about jammies and parties. They waved quickly as they went by and left the confused girl staring after them.
Shrugging, she walked into her room just in time to see Macy coughing up a hairball in her shoe closet. Wondering how zazzafrazz would deal with this, she clapped her hands and called for fairy back-up. Then she collapsed onto her bed and closed her eyes to nap before everyone came home for dinner.

posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 04:11 PM
a reply to: jacygirl

As the music came to an end Blue Dude, who was sitting by the fireplace enjoying a good book, noticed a blubbering sound that kept him from being able to read. Stretching a bit after sitting all afternoon Blue Dude stood up to search the Shed for the source of the noise he heard. The noise was not coming from the great dinning hall or the kitchen where the pixies were busy creating the great donut feast for dinner. Upon quietly creeping down the long hallway he noticed the sound kept getting louder and louder. Suddenly he came upon the source of the noise. It was coming from Jacy as she slept. Blue Dude tapped on Jacy's door waking her up just a little bit. He asked her to turn over so that she would quit snoring and she did. Now happy, Blue Dude ventured back to the kitchen to grab one of the fresh donuts and some eleven beer to enjoy the rest of the afternoon with.

posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 04:17 PM
a reply to: LookingForABetterLife


I do NOT snore, I'll have you know!! I drool.

Well geez, look at us writing Shed stories! I think Errollorre left some magic behind for us, whaddya think?

Now we just need to fix up LucidWarrior because I'm sensing a need for *super squishy hugs* and lots of donuts. Maybe some music?

I'm sorry if I left anybody out (which I surely must have)...but I didn't plan on writing a story. I totally blame Errollorre, for moving Troll into his own Shed. "It is NOT good!"
Thank you Sir Errollorre, for inspiring a little Shed spirit in me and apparently Blue dude too!


posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 04:19 PM

originally posted by: jacygirl
I do NOT snore, I'll have you know!! I drool.

You actually do both.

I mean, uh, I have no idea what you do, really.

posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 04:22 PM

originally posted by: AugustusMasonicus

originally posted by: jacygirl
I do NOT snore, I'll have you know!! I drool.

You actually do both.

I mean, uh, I have no idea what you do, really.


I just read elsewhere that TAT is your #1 people on this site!!!

posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 04:28 PM

Shep saunters down the hallway, hoping for a mug of a fine oatmeal stout on a beautiful but windy Friday afternoon. He sees Blue Dude ducking into the parlor happily carrying an immense stein of elven beer.

Masonicus slips out of a bedroom door, blushing and avoiding Shep's eyes.

"Hiya, Mason!" Shep says cheerfully.

Masonicus makes a noncommittal sound and hurries past. Shep gives him a quizzical look, then keeps going down the hallway.

One of the pixies flits up and flicks Shep in the nose.

"Are you Shep?"

"Yes'm," Shep says, a bit warily.

"Well, I've got your oatmeal stout, but you need to drink fast. I hear your carriage will arrive in five minutes! Chop, chop, Shepherd! Bottoms up!"

Shep smiles and follows the little pixie as she flutters down the hall toward the parlor.

posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 04:32 PM
a reply to: PrairieShepherd

Oh no you did not!!!

Did you just write Augustus sneaking out room???

Are you guys ganging up on me today? Is it because it's National Donut Day?

Hahaha....hiya Shep! How cool are we all writing stories in our avi-matching colours today?
(So cool that Augustus came to check us out, eh?)


posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 04:37 PM
In the parlor the pixie then flies up to a newbie. You must be BlueJay she says. "Uh, sure, you can call me BlueJay, or you can can call me Blue, or you can call me Jay, just please don't call me Johnson" he says.

ok Johnson says the pixie with a wink and magically all strings returned to the Mandolin.

posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 04:37 PM
a reply to: jacygirl

Definitely cool. I wish I could stay but in RL my ride just arrived. Gotta head out.

And, Augustus's behavior was deliberately vague. Make of it what you will.


posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 04:37 PM
At this point Blue Dude is giggling as he didn't want to bring up the part about Jacy drooling into a half full bucket next to her bed. A bolt of lightning comes through the open window hitting him on the head. Blue Dude realizes that it's time to help Blue Mom with dinner so he uses that as an excuse to take leave of the Shed for the time being.
edit on 6 2 2017 by LookingForABetterLife because: (no reason given)

posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 04:38 PM
a reply to: kaelci on page 5


The Last Itty Bitty Bity
Angrily, she leapt up from the damp rock she had been seated upon. She had been on an important quest, she had been searching for her missing Darien, how dare those pixies interfere! As her feet found their footing she was surprised, and annoyed, to find herself out in the thick forests and miles away from the Shed.

Cursing the pixies beneath her breath, Kaelci gathered up the hem of her robes and began the trek back to her home, wondering just how long she had been out in the wilderness.

That pixie dust had been potent.

The New Itty Bitty Bit

A heavy mist began to creep in as Kaelci meandered through the forest, her sense of direction lost as the last remnants of pixie dust were slow to dissipate, her scattered thoughts in shambles, and the confusion that lay in her mind almost gleefully assisted the headache that formed within her temple. Soon the mist was so thick she could barely see a foot in front of her, and she constantly tripped and stumbled over various roots and undergrowth that remained hidden behind the fog.

She held no concept of time as she stumbled through the impossible forest; long hours seemed to pass, yet they could be minutes for all she knew! Her confused wandering throughout this forest felt as timeless as the void.

A light hum began to reverberate within her ears, thudding dully as she further wandered, increasing in pitch as she approached the source.

What source!? This is naught but a pixie curse!

She rubbed at her temple angrily and continued blundering through the mist, and suddenly stopped in amazement as her last step took her to an area completely devoid of fog. Her vision was clear once more, and what was this!?

Mouth agape, she simply stared dumbly at the unexpected approach of the pixies and their ethereal lights; her headache forgotten, her anger abandoned.

What was going on!?


edit on 2 6 2017 by kaelci because: woops, i crashed collaborative writing! *runs away monty python style*

posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 04:43 PM

originally posted by: bluesjr
In the parlor the pixie then flies up to a newbie. You must be BlueJay she says. "Uh, sure, you can call me BlueJay, or you can can call me Blue, or you can call me Jay, just please don't call me Johnson" he says.

ok Johnson says the pixie with a wink and magically all strings returned to the Mandolin.

Oh're already writing like a true Shed-head, lol. (Sheddite, Shedster, etc.)
Awesome possum, does this mean we might have a party with live music tonight??

Blue Dude...Okay hun, go back to real life for a while if you must...just remember to come back later when you can!
Shep...Same to you! Tend to your flock and we will keep the lights on for you.

Hmm...Night Star is still gone...why do I have an urge to "make it Raine" in here? hehe...

posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 04:47 PM

originally posted by: kaelci
a reply to: kaelci on page 5

What was going on!?

Nooo! Don't leave me hanging!! What is going on???

*swoops kaelci up in a big squishy*

I am SO happy to see you back here and writing again!
See what you and Errollorre did? You came back and brought us some magic!!!

posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 04:48 PM

originally posted by: jacygirl

Awesome possum, does this mean we might have a party with live music tonight??

If I can have a little of that Elven beer! Who am I kidding, I'm always willing to have a live music party.

posted on Jun, 2 2017 @ 04:56 PM
a reply to: bluesjr

Are you one of those lucky people who has live music in their life?
I definitely miss that. There is a distinct lack of live music around here (where I live) and I'm so jealous of others like Gordi who plays guitar and sings, and has musical get-togethers with others.

There are quite a few musicians in The Shed actually. Gordi and Errollorre have even collaborated and put videos up in previous Sheds. I think maybe we should try to get more of that going in here again if anyone is willing.


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