Ancient Flight

The Rope is Fraying!

 

The horse thrashed around along the side of the barn, the hitching post that he was hooked to had broken and fallen in front of him. Every time he would swing his head or back up the whole thing would follow him, would start to panic.

            “Gina how are we going to get to him?” The young girl’s wide fearful blue eyes looked into her friend’s dark brown.

            “I am not sure Liz.”

Both of them jumped back and stood in horror as the horse and the pole it was tied to, start another battle. The horse had already started to sweat for the exertions, and every single time the battle happened both girls teased and tried to think with upset minds.

            “That’s it! Liz I am going in,” Gina gulped and headed toward the horse. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She loved that horse to much to watch him hurt himself without her trying.

            “Gina!!”

            Liz watched as her friend started to talk to her horse, her words were very shaky at first, but there was calmness in there that seemed a little soothing. Just as her friend got up to him, he began to fight again. Liz sucked in another breath worried now about both of them. Both could be injured or killed. The horse’s head seem to just miss Gina, as she stepped to the side or jumped back. It looked like some macabre kind of dance that seemed out of reality in slow motion.

            Liz could see that Gina was doing the best she could, she had pulled her pocketknife from her pocket, but that worried her friend more. There was more danger with something like that. Liz’s heart raced faster with each step Gina took toward her goal. When the horse lurched backward yet again, and bumped into the arena fence, she watched as her friend was almost taken out by the pole it’s self as it flipped side ways into the arena posts. Gina started to fall but caught her self in time to take a quick few steps back. Liz’s heart was in her stomach, she wasn’t sure if she could watch this anymore. She covered her eyes, but then uncovered them again. She didn’t want to see yet at the same time she did.

            Gina began to walk toward the horse and pole facing them at the front. Maybe this angle would be safer. That is when Liz heard Gina announce, “the rope is fraying!” There was delight and happiness is the words. Although there was still the challenge of getting this little drama over and done with, each step brought Gina closer and closer to her goal. The knife felt like an extension of her hand, as she reached out to touch it to the rope in front of her. Just as both of the girls thought that she would get the chance to cut the rope, the horse would fight once again.

Liz was getting dangerously close to the animal’s hindquarters now. But only Gina could see that. This sent Gina’s heart racing. “Just one swipe,” she kept mumbling to her self over and over again. Each moment that pasted was getting closer and closer to both of them possibly needing medical attention. Both girls worried about each other, had forgotten to keep an eye on the their own safety.

Fate had not though, just as Gina went to yell at Liz to move, the rope that had trapped the poor frightened equine, snapped. Releasing all the prisoners from a horrible destiny.

Flamingos!

Exotic bird:)

My fortune

Beautiful wings.

The Car

“This the place that those kids saw that thing.” The young woman said excitedly as she began glancing around the area in question.

            The man and woman had parked in-between too streetlights at the end of a street which was still being developed. There was construction fence and heavy equipment around the left side of the street, while the other side had homes that were landscaped and ready to move in. “Are you going to be able to wait Jess?” The man looked to the woman that was almost breaking her neck to look around the area in the car.

            “Yes Paul, I will could sit here all night,” she smiled. Pulling from a plastic bag two five-hour energy shooters and a large bag of Doritos.

            Paul chuckled, “You look like you are loaded for bear.”

            “I am ready for anything.” Jess smiled.

           

            About three hours into the little stake out, Jess was eating her Doritos while Paul was using some scanner to check out the area. Jess glanced around the area again, nothing was there, and she was beginning to think that those kids had sent them on a wild goose chase. Did they have the technology to make the photo they showed a fake one? That was the question that rolled around her brain, until the corner of her eye caught movement.

            “Paul! Something moved right there!” Jess pointed in the direction of the construction yard.

            “Nothing was on the monitor,” Paul glanced one more time to make sure. Then he looked out the window and at first only saw an empty yard. Then he noticed, a shadow flickering from spot to spot. Again he looked at his monitor, nothing what kind of supernatural could not show up on this radar. He had to find out. Grabbing a couple tools he looked at Jess, “Alright you stay here and watch the monitor, I am going to go in and check it out.”

            “I am not sure about this,” Jess shuttered. What else could she say; he had already grabbed some gear and was crossing the street to check it out. She rolled down the window, and placed the monitor in her lap. Jess kept an eye on both the monitor and Paul. She could see Paul weaving his way through the work site, but could not see what she had seen earlier. Suddenly without warning she watched as her friend was taken with a scream from him. She looked at the monitor to see that his heat signature was fading. She screamed. Throwing the monitor into the back seat, she went to slide over to the driver seat. But, she heard an unearthly growl, looking up at the window she seen, and huge teeth in an open maw, and glowing golden eyes.  Screaming again the thing reached her leg and pulling without caution there was a snap loud enough it echoed in the street. Then, nothing but silence, just a car sitting in the along the side of the street between streetlights.

           

Ever wonder...

I thought my health would be with me...now I just don't get it..,going in for testing..found out some of it could be genetic...that sucks!

First Rosebud of spring

Happy spring Grandpa! Miss u!

Rescuers: Woman and Wolf

The cold snapped at her face as she looked up torward the setting sun. The hike today had been a long one,  placing her foot on top of the snow she heard the audiable crunch of the snow beneth the wieght of her frozen foot. Her muscles were sore from fighting the cold, all afternoon , making her utterly chilled to the bone. This hike: to find a lost sled racer had been a bust. She knew that she would have to go out again tomorrow to look but the warmth and comfort of home beckoned.  The aches and pains of the day were starting to wear on her. Looking to her companion, a leggy  double coated wolf dog with thick fur didn’t seem to be sharing her discomfort. She was a little irrated by this, crossing her arms she looked out at the campsites below.  Lights glowed in that valley signeling, warmth and home coming to her. The four-legged wolf dog, glanced out into the woods.  Both were thinking of the very same thing just a little differently.  The hybrid canine wanted to look for a rabbit or  even left overs of someone elses meal.

            The woman on the other hand was on a completely different page.  She longed for a bacon, lettce and tomato sandwhich with just a hint of mayo. Her mouth watered just thinking about it. Glancing down at her friend,  she smiled he was looking out to the woods again.

“Hunting again tonight?”  The woman asked, the dog knowing she was talking  to him looked back at her with a doggy grin. The air in front of his muzzle was like mist billowing out of his mouth, showing just how cold it was. 

            The hybrid, looked out into the distance toward the cache of trees well away from his human and her pack. He could hear the rabbit making it’s way through the forest to it’s den. Glancing back at his two-legged companion he whined.

            “Go on, I will be fine from here.” She watched him leap forward into action. The snow barely hindering his movement,  or his grace in the run.  Suddenly he stopped and looked back at her, “go on friend, but be back before it gets to late.” The woman waved her hand in the motion you would use to tell a child to go back and play .  Again the wolf dog effortlessly went into action again, long gentle strides toward the forest ahead.

            “Have fun friend,” she whispered after him.  Her eyes caught that her breath was even frezzing.  In that case she better get herself inside too.

            Hiking down the well used path that lead to the bunk houses used by the rescue crew, she felt her gait get stiffer and stiffer.  She smiled and nodded to the people she seen, all of them felt the same way, the sledder had been missing for three days now.  Sighing, when she got to her cabin door, she pulled the latch and walked into the darkened one room building. Flipping on the light next to the door, she  took her pack off, landing to the ground with a “thump”. Layer after layer she began to remove her jacket, the softer jacket underneth and so forth. Once down to just her T-shirt and the jeans that had been under her snow pants she relxed even more. Walking to the stove she got out a frying pan, placing the pan on the burner she turned it on. Grabbing the bacon out of the fridge she unwrapped the white paper until she got to the slick, soft and wiggley uncooked pork. Throwing 6 slices on the skillet she re-wrapped the package of bacon up and placed it back in the fridge.  Pulling the toaster out of the corner on her counter, she reached next to it get the to slices of wheat bread out of the bread box.  Dropping them into the slits above the toaster you could hear the bounce of it’s springs below.  Pushing the lever down she watched the bread disappear, going back to the refridgerator she got a zip lock bag of lettuce and a ripe tomato that she held like gold. Up here in the north it was rare to get veggies that lasted long or made the trip well.  Placing them on the counter, she pulled the drawer open and go the knife.  Going to another drawer she retervied her cutting board.  The best thing about the cermaic knife was that she could do both tasks with this one blade.  The lettce didn’t take long to get a few good pieces to place on the up coming sandwhich. Getting the tomato she was amazed yet again at how the cermaic knife slid easily through the delicate skin of the tomato. The juice slid along the sides, making her mouth water for what was to come.  She made a few more cuts with her little wonder blade and turned her attention to the bacon that was popping away in the frying pan.

            Fliping the bacon to it’s other side she watched as the meat began to get browner and browner. The click of the toaster told her that the bread was done. Reaching to her right she got a paper plate and placed a couple paper towels on top, getting her spatula she flipped them couple more times for good measure. The scooping up all six pieces at once she placed them on a plate. Turning off the stove she realized that she for got to turn on the coffee pot, “idiot” she mumbled as she pressed the button. The smell of the bacon already had her excited for her first bite.  Gathering another paper plate she placed the toast on it, getting the remains of the lettuce and half the tomato she headed back to the fridge one last time.  When she came back out she had the mayo, stopping by the silver ware drawer she got a butterknife. Opening the top of the mayo she scooped out the contents with the flat dull silver blade, spreading just a thin film on the sides of the toast she place the knife down and closed the lid to the mayo. Using the crazy angled slices of lettuce she placed them on the filmy toast, to slices of the tomato went on next.  Followed by three and a half broken bits of bacon. Taking the other side of toast she finished it off on top. Lookng back at the coffee she seen it was almost done.  Reaching up to the cupboard her hand met her favorite mug, smooth and fimilar she poured herself a cup of jo.  Scooping up her plate and heading to her chair next to the fireplace, she placed them on the end table. Sitting down she felt as if her bones and muscles were melting into the chair. Turning on the radio she listened to the soft sounds of the evening news. Picking up her perfect dinner she smiled as she sank her teeth into it.

Full and satisfied she melted even farther into the chair. Until she heard the scratching at the door, she smiled. Her friend was home now to, getting up with all the effort she had left she opened the door to see him slip past her to the hearth of the fireplace, there he curled up into a ball showing her it was well past both of their bedtimes.  Taking the hint she headed straight to the warmest and softest part of her house. Her bed.

Friends

Friends are people who you can talk to, not who you worry about and then watch as they spout stuff they know about you.

Siren's Song

Ageless Love Story

Side Note

Hi everyone! Just wanted to let you know that I am writing for Examiner . So if you guys want to save some money on your dog and cat grooming go to the link and check out what is there. Hope everyone has a great day! I will be dropping in more Valentines poems soon!:)

Dance of Flame

Sheltered warmth

Dancing in the night

Eating..

Snapping...

Burning..

Heat..

Wishing for 

Eternal life of light

Fighting against 

the darkness

In an 

age old 

battle

of 

flickering

MIGHT.

Love's Embrace

A Tiger's Kiss

Mornings

Early morning drag
Sleep pushing against awakeness
A cold rush of wind



Copyright 2012 Marion Merrill

Morning Hunt

Warm breath turns to a fine mist,

Moist earth hits your nose

Thoughts of the chase,

Race across your mind

Will this be the morning?

Are the hounds gonna sing today?

Gearing up,

hounds whimper with excitement.

Ready to go,

you open the door

hounds burst out

The chase has begun.

Mist swirls as the hounds

break it's barrier

This is what a houndsman lives for

watching his work and time

use it's nose to find the goal.

Living the life of adventure

one scent at a time.

Headache Haiku

Pounding throbbing ache
It hurts behind your eyeballs
Fix it medicine





Copyright 2012 Marion Merrill

Drama why?

Why do people fight
Drama is stress of the soul
Not a healthy thing


*just a thought while work is in the midst of drama*


copyright 2012 Marion Merrill

My book :)

So my book was published and the title of it is Notes of an Everyday Cowgirl. You can buy it through the publisher at lulu.com or Amazon.com. You can also buy it as an ebook if you would like. Thanks for reading! -Marion

Ancient Flight