The Shed 18

a reply to: Night Star

I actually guffawed at that Raine !!

🤣😅😁😆😎😉

a reply to: Timely

LOL! Hello dear Dave! I was just about to go to dreamland, but wanted to stop in here first. Good to see you! Wish we could chat, but very late or rather early in the morning and I need my sleep. Guess you'll have to wait for the next shift.

Would you look after my horse while I'm away?

a reply to: Night Star

Grew up with horses.

My pleasure ! ... looks like a nice Arab ! 😎

Very much like my first horse ... 15hh gelding soft canter but could turn on a dime.

Soft mouth which means less sawing at the bit.

Knees and body language is the trick. 😎

RIP Khaza ...

a reply to: Timely

I remembered that you grew up with horses which is why I posted that pic.

I'm a city girl and rarely ever get to see these beautiful creatures!

Spirit card reading for today.

Nature

Meet Leaf. Each day he slips outside to meander between the ferns and flowers. He visits his secret spot where the sun filters down through the leaves in ever changing shards of light that dance on his fur and warm his soul. No matter the weather, take a moment to step outside and find a spot in nature, whether it's a vast wilderness or a riny patio. Breathe in the fresh, wild air. Feel the great expanse of the sky overhead and the firmness of the earth beneath you. You are part of the intricate web of life. Allow nature to noursih you, support you and set you free.

~~~Nicole Piar~~~

My day out today with my friend to run errands and get groceries. Will be leaving in maybe a half an hour to an hour.

Have a beautiful day/night!

We've got an Easter Charity Forest School Event for our local Primary School at the weekend, and I got roped into helping to make some Easter-Chick themed Pinatas for the kids!

3 decorated Papier-Mache balloons filled with chocolate candies later...



Too Cute to beat to a pulp with sticks???
Nah - There's chocolate involved.... Bring Me my BIG Stick!



G

a reply to: Gordi The Drummer

You certainly are a man of many talents. They do look too good to beat to a pulp but then again, I remember what I was like as a 5 year old safe in the knowledge that chocolate was contained within. Nice work!

Hi Gordi!

Hi Light!

Gordi, those are soooo cute! Too cute to be beaten with a stick!

Gotta run! I won't be home until tonight. Love you all!

a reply to: Gordi The Drummer

Good job mate !

You need a large sling shot to fire the angry bird pinata's
at school buildings ! Lol.

a reply to: Timely

hmmm..... Today The School! Tomorrow..... The Jail!!!
I LIKE IT!

Hello everyone.
I have returned and I bring you another chapter in my characters side of the grand adventure occurring in Accasia.
For those who are interested my previous chapters can be found here.
Chapter 1 page 79

Chapter 2 page 119

Now for...


Chapter 3

Troll the troll walked through the Black Forest.
The Black Forest was the reason the territory he was entering was called the “Black Lands.”
The large unusual trees in this forest had wide black shining leaves.

Troll was heading to the Castle of princess Aria who was now the ruler of the Black Lands.
It had been awhile since Troll had been with Aria and Errollorre.
Troll had learned there was always a possibility of danger when he went adventuring with them.
Troll liked the danger.
It usually meant he was able to hit and smash things.

Troll had made it to the halfway point in the deep and wide forest when a strange smell caught his attention.
It was a smell most foul.
Usually such a smell would make Troll’s mouth water with anticipation.
But this smell disturbed him.
“Monkey things.” grumbled Troll.

Troll walked as quietly as he could through the forest until he came to the edge of a clearing in the forest next to a rapid running stream.
There camped next to the stream and gathered around a small fire were a dozen Armagors!
Troll gritted his teeth and frowned.
“Troll hate monkey things.” muttered Troll.

Troll didn’t remember it had been ages since Armagors walked in Accasia.
Not did he wonder where these creatures had come from.
He just was filled with an instinctive rage.

As Troll stared at the Armagors by the stream he did not notice two large Armagors sneaking up behind him.
The Armagors leap onto Troll’s back and began to stab and slash their razor sharp claws into Troll’s body.
At least that’s what they tried to do.

As big as the Armagor’s were, they were dwarfed by the massive troll.
Their claws dug down through several layers of hair and fur before reaching Troll’s body.
Only to fail to pierce the hard leathery flesh of the troll.

Troll could feel the Armagor’s claws scratching his skin.
For a moment Troll was tempted to ask them to scratch a little lower.
There was a spot that was itchy on Troll’s back that he had difficulty reaching.

But Troll had the opportunity to do something far more satisfying that relieving an itch.
Troll could hit.

The Armagor’s by the stream heard the commotion behind them and turned and rushed towards Troll.
They also carried spears and clubs.
Troll reached behind himself and grabbed an Armagor and threw it hard into the trunk of a large tree.
Troll looked at the fast approaching group of angry Armagor’s and thought he could use a weapon.

Fortunately Troll had at hand one of his favorite things to use in a fight.
And that was the body of one of his enemies.
Troll reached behind to his back and grabbed the other Armagor.
He held it by the throat in front of himself and head butted it.
The Armagor went unconscious and limp.

Troll then reached down and with a massive hand grabbed the Armagor by the ankles.
Troll then charged the approaching Armagors using the unconscious Armagor like a club.

Armorgors flew left and right with each swing that Troll took.
One Armagor managed to get close enough to smash a large wooden club onto Troll’s head.
The result was a broken club and a smiling Troll.

Troll kicked the Armagor with the broken club into the group of Armagors still standing.
Then Troll tossed aside the unconscious Armagor and leapt upon the remaining still alive Armagors.

Troll forgot himself in the heat of battle.
These Armagors would not walk among the living again.

Troll stood over the fallen bodies of the vanquished Armagors and thought.
“Troll wonder if monkey things have food.”

Troll began searching the belongings of the defeated foes.
He open sacks and boxes.
Then Troll heard something.
It was a small muffled sound.
Troll caught the scent of something that smelled sweet.
He followed the smell to a group of small barrels.
The muffled sound came from inside one of the barrels.

Troll figured out which barrel contained the sound and tore off the lid.
He looked inside and was surprised to see..
a bound and gagged pixie!

originally posted by: Gordi The Drummer
a reply to: Timely

hmmm..... Today The School! Tomorrow..... The Jail!!!
I LIKE IT!

Children in prison eh? Maybe it's for the best, it'll be nice and quiet at least.

"Here kiddies...chocolate!"

a reply to: Errollorre

Great addition Errollorre ! Now that’s a real Troll 😏.

My troll is a wimp who’s lost his heart to a little girl that pulled a thorn out of his foot 😆.

Oh well.. different strokes for different trolls 😉

originally posted by: auroraaus
... decent hot indian curries ...

Uhhh a curry enthusiast. . I have embarked on making my own spice blend, either a paste or dry just to be creative, but haven't found the perfect blend yet.
Do you have a secret personal mixture that you would care to share? Just between us, I will keep it secret

Oh shame on me, HELLO Aurora. Can I use the derivative or do you prefer the complete name?

a reply to: WalkInSilence

alas I have no decent blend, usually I go with what floats my boat at the time - I never write anything down! Just taste and add

and Aurora is fine.

* munches on her hot cross bun ration *

a reply to: Errollorre

Excellent addition!

Well done Sir!



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Gordi,
those pinatas are adorable!
It is a Shame to bust them up, but as long as the kids are having fun and smiling, that's all that really matters at the end of the day.

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Blue,
If you have fresh garlic cloves and can handle it , try eating some ..it always helps my colds..


or maybe I'm just a masochist..



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Aurourous,
Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you! Please feel free to call me meathead , meat, or if those terms make you uncomfortable just plain ole Joe..

Your avatar pic looks a lot like a poster I haven't seen in a while Hotbakedtater,I was hoping that is you, I really enjoyed that posters writings. They had an entire little world of there own fleshed out with different stories..

Anyway, if that's not you , again, it's a pleasure meeting you!

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Night,
Glad you dodged that storm too.. we are actually finally losing some snowpack up here..down to 2 feet of standing snow..

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/Slowmo-Robocop-bunnyhop-ontheporch-heartsourced-cybertronicplatonic-redcarpet-Hugs for all sheddites big and small!
from the Bush lurkers to the Grand hall!

Going to hop in the shower so if I don't reply right away you all know why.



Respectfully,
~ meathead

Wow...

I must really needed that shower..

Everybody ran out of here with a quickness..

"Gang, come back I opened up the Windows and aired the place out !
I'm squeaky clean now!"


/sniffs armpit..

"Gang?!?"



Respectfully,
~ meathead

a reply to: Mike Stivic

😆😆... you smell fine Joe.

a reply to: Errollorre

Yay! I was hoping someone would post an entry today. Loved it!

Hello to whoever I didn't get a chance to talk to today! Pain level is high tonight and I'm tired. I came, threw stars and now I will be all over the place like I am every day, but checking in.