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posted on Sep, 14 2017 @ 03:08 PM
Greetings Sheddites and lurkers far and wide!

I am here with thoughts, prayers, good vibes, love and magic. No matter where you are or what you are doing, carry the magic of the Shed with you. It is where you may find release from the chaos and the mundane of the real world. It is where you may roam the enchanted, sacred lands and brings stories to life with creativity and words. It is where your Shed family/friends live. It is where you may share your days, good or bad, find laughter, joy and peace.

posted on Sep, 14 2017 @ 06:51 PM

Troll ran ahead of Gordi, Pudge the dwarf and Mixie the pixie.
As he reached the edge of the clearing that was near the Shed he could see the swirling purple mist and the shadowy outlines of strange creatures within it.

Troll could feel the presence of hatred and evil.
He knew a battle to the death was inevitable with these malevolent beings.
Troll smiled.
"It is good." Thought Troll.

Suddenly Troll stopped in place.
He raised his head and sniffed.
He wanted to retch because of the aroma.
"It smell like soaps and flowers." Troll said to Gordi as he approached.
"Troll think smell from Night Elf. Why elfs always smell sickening sweet. They already ugly."

Troll saw Gordi look around for Night Star.
"Troll smell ugly elf go that way." said Troll pointing towards the forest.

The swirling mist and angry beasts within drew ever closer.
"What do?" Troll asked Gordi.
"Have fun smashing monster things.
Or chase ugly elf?
Make sure safe.
Not bathing in flower juice."

posted on Sep, 14 2017 @ 07:07 PM
a reply to: Errollorre

OMG Tom, I loved this so much! I came in here to see if anyone posted and found your story entry. It is good!
Give my love and a big hug to Gail for me!

posted on Sep, 14 2017 @ 07:20 PM
a reply to: Errollorre

Night thanked the old gnarled tree for the temporary reprieve from the beasts. She stopped to catch her breath when suddenly she could feel the presence of something good. She turned to Lucid. "I can sense...our friends are near. I couldn't communicate telepathically earlier, I tried but something was blocking me from connecting. She hugged the young warrior then released him. She looked at him and he at her with a knowing grin. They could battle again and this time they would not be alone.
edit on 14-9-2017 by Night Star because: (no reason given)

posted on Sep, 14 2017 @ 07:45 PM
a reply to: Finspiracy

Thank you for your kind wishes while I heal from one thing in anticipation of another.

posted on Sep, 14 2017 @ 07:47 PM
a reply to: Sheye

Thank you so much for your well wishes. Yes I have all my needed medication and I am taking everything as easy as I can.

posted on Sep, 14 2017 @ 07:48 PM
a reply to: LucidWarrior

Thank you for sharing this with me. Nice to read your new stories as well.

posted on Sep, 14 2017 @ 07:51 PM
a reply to: Night Star

Hi NIght Star, no uncle in the works as of yet. If that happens it will most likely be in a few months or so. Dad has been warned by my sister to be nice to me which has worked for the most part. He just can't clean up after himself or the cats like he has in the past but that is his embarrassment, not mine.

posted on Sep, 14 2017 @ 07:51 PM
a reply to: LookingForABetterLife

Hello dear Blue! I have been thinking of you. Oh look, I rhymed. LOL

Think of being in an Angel's arms with her wings wrapped around you in protection. I have a mantra that may sound strange to some, but when I am highly stressed or frightened, I repeat the words 'Angel wings'. It brings up the image of being held by an Angel and somehow it I find that comforting.

posted on Sep, 14 2017 @ 07:53 PM
a reply to: LightSpeedDriver

NIce words Driver, thanks a lot. Per my heart health, I see a heart surgeon on Monday morning to discuss replacing a leaking heart valve. I understand that as each day goes by it just gets worse and worse.

posted on Sep, 14 2017 @ 07:58 PM
a reply to: Night Star

Yes the Angels wings sounds like a nice mantra to remember.

I'm impressed by seeing some new members here at the shed since I've been out. Nice to meet each and every one of you.
I'll try to get caught up on all the writtings when I can. One good thing to come out of the long wait in the ER is that I created a character to use in my stories of dreams I've had of my wife shortly after her passing.

Tomorrow my nurse comes to visit. For now I must rest once again.

Peace and love to all.

posted on Sep, 14 2017 @ 08:05 PM
a reply to: LookingForABetterLife

Rest well my friend. We will be thinking of you. Hugs!

posted on Sep, 14 2017 @ 08:09 PM
a reply to: LookingForABetterLife

I still think of you as Blue!

I'm sorry to read of your health problems. I Hope you are getting everything you need to heal. I'm sending you a big healing hug!

Still can't post pic Night! I reposted on the problem thread, but still no response. They are so dang cute right now. They are getting so big, and starting to get adult feathers, and brown most of the time, from playing in the mud.

Hi everyone! I have bright blessings for everyone here! Happiness for all!

edit on 14-9-2017 by chiefsmom because: spelling as usual

posted on Sep, 14 2017 @ 08:31 PM
a reply to: chiefsmom

Hi Sweetie! Try contacted a mod directly about the pictures and see what happens. I bet they are adorable as hell!

posted on Sep, 14 2017 @ 10:00 PM
Loved this adventure!

posted on Sep, 15 2017 @ 12:33 AM
a reply to: Night Star

After the first 10 minutes I was hooked. IMDB have been very unfair to this movie. It has a 4.4 rating right now which means bad and this movie is not bad, it's great! (Perhaps my inner child is rebelling...)


posted on Sep, 15 2017 @ 01:06 AM
a reply to: Night Star

Lucid paid no thought to concern, instead focusing himself all out into the fight. He sliced through one,severing it's spine, caught another on his shield (which, with a pulse of Ink black thorns, dealt damage to Lucid in return for destroying the creature) and kicked another, ducked underneath and then noticed the protective spell she cast as he stopped one and almost the other one it's jaws snapping shut on his leg as if on steel. He grinned at her and made to resume fighting, determined to push through these enemies and find out who was making or sending them.

When she called him he turned to her seemingly heedlessly, as he finished the stroke. Two were upon him, but he easily took their weight and her spell was strong. He was trying to process not what she said, but why. He loped after her, though, and shot the remaining ones with globes of ink, though each of these hurt him as well. As a result, his breathing was heavy and he had a light almost layer of lacerations. Still trying to find out why she wanted to run, as his heart sung with battle-fury. It was something he needed to do, to fight. So it was that as she went to enter the trees protection, Lucid hung back, outside. Headed to enter behind her, but instead closed the tree behind her, and paused for but a moment, head bent, hand still on the tree. Asking it to keep her safe; asking it to keep her from stopping him, when he couldn't find his voice and wouldn't be able to explain if he had, not without a moment to write to her. But there were only moments left before they arrived. A caption popped the silent moment of time: Duty.

He gripped his weapons and turned, planting himself lightly, with knees slightly bent, body turned slightly, shield out and with sword at the ready. Woe may be to the warrior who becomes attached to battle, but there is a reason one becomes a warrior, rather than a teacher or a lawyer. Sometimes, our acts get decided by what we need to manifest, what we need to experience. Like rituals to do magic, actions make real their metaphorical counterpart. And the young warrior needed to fight these beings of darkness, both because they were darkness and because he could not otherwise strike a direct blow against his own. So when they came, he found his voice ripped forth in a song, strong and clear.

Rush forth, and fight,
Oh ye who must.
But do so with a heavy heart
And the firm resolve of steel.
Forge in the heart of battle,
Your shield against onslought.
For he who raises the blade,
To lay to rest the corrupt and faded
Acts in defense of all.
Whisper of Mercy, earnestly,
Even as your blade sings retribution.
For one shadow's fall, the next one will topple.
So etch with your sword the names of your own sin
And let your shield be writ with Mercy for each foe.

As he sung, he swirled and slashed and ducked and weaved, feeling the tide of battle direct him beat by beat. He felt himself come alive, on the razors edge dance of blade and claw. And the bodies fell like rain away from the thunderstorm, from the lightning that almost seemed to crackle off of him.he stood, muddied, panting, bloodied. The door opened behind him even as the mist, which had followed, suddenly parted and disappeared into a garish figure.

Though Lucid got a feeling in his gut as if now really would be the time to back off into the safety of the tree, he couldn't help himself. He hurled a global of ink. Watched as it hit, stretched around the figure, and sunk into it. Flexing it's forearms and hands, as lucids heart sunk in something akin to horryfingly fascinating, it rose into the air, and threw its fists down torwards the ground. A pulse shot out, like if a spider threw out a bubble. Time slowed as it snapped back and then it was in-his-face. Lucid, who felt it coming and just Barely dodged, still caught the sheer force of it. Instead of resisting the force, though, he went with it, flowed into it, and allowed that momentum to throw him in a wrenchingly short circle, a flurry of sword and leg and shield, which threw a pulse of its own, sending the menacing figure back and twirling to his feet. It grinned, and seemed to pause, laughing. Lucid spat out blood, but readied himself once more, poised as if to rush the foe in a charge of his own.

edit on 15-9-2017 by LucidWarrior because: Teal

posted on Sep, 15 2017 @ 01:49 AM
Hello to everyone, from Finland where the September morning skies are grey as oatmeal and leaves are changing color and dropping off the trees

My yesterday was awesome!

I hang out with a 3 year old little girl and her father. It was great as usual, a bit of fun and games and then i usually try to give some advice every now and then. On an adult scale, i am not too clever, but yet i know that 2 + 2 = 4 and the third letter of the alphabet is C. Simple stuff like that. And she has great memory, she can remember things that happened over a year ago

Later in the evening i talked with the kid's mom and her man. I heard that the kid talks about me to them, when i am not even around, suddenly some random thing i did or said pops into her mind and she starts explaining about it. She trusts me.

And when you get trust from a small child, it is real, it is genuine, and it is pure. It is not like hanging out with a semi-friend and drink loads of beer and open up "yeaa i trust you you are so this and that..."

So yeah, i feel emotionally touched right now in a very positive way.

posted on Sep, 15 2017 @ 02:38 AM
a reply to: Finspiracy

Awesome!!! I too love very young children and have spent quite a lot of time recently entertaining them. (Because of my coloured hair they find me weird and slightly strange at first lol) Then they come and sit next to me and I give their parents a little break. The funniest one was a little German guy. I can't understand him and he can't understand me because we don't speak the same language and yet, we understand each other, and like you say, he always remembers me (I think it's my hair colour lol!) He calls me Massew because like the Dutch, Germans do not have the th in their vocabulary and therefore cannot pronounce it. It's all s's. Massew Smiss.... meh!

Language is a barrier but never body language. Little guy sits next to me and asks "What are you doing?" I don't understand the question (I thought he asked "What may you?") as I don't understand German so I answer (in Dutch!) "I can do whatever I want...." He doesn't understand me so starts playing with cars and trying to share his toys with me. Brilliant! Another little sweetie was a small Dutch/Suriname girl. She could barely talk but always wanted to sit next to me and babble away. I love kids but I couldn't eat a whole one....

It's a joke people!

ETA: Friday's song. (Anybody know these guys?)

edit on 15/9/17 by LightSpeedDriver because: ETA

posted on Sep, 15 2017 @ 03:06 AM
a reply to: LightSpeedDriver

I know steve'n seagulls. Not personally but they are Finnish so i have watched a couple of YT videos and so.

Nice kid stories! There has been hype about cat babies a.k.a. kittens lately here at The Shed, but not so much about little humans.

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