Good news ladies and gentlemen, and other...

Tomorrow is my last day at the Duncan House!! Not that every day was really bad... just most of them... yeah. I was offered a full time job with the landscaping company that I laid sod with earlier. He called me and wants me to come on full time, which is a good thing for sure. I dont have any updates to my storie... although it doesnt seem that anybody is reading it, or at least nobody is leaving coments. :(
Anyhow, stuff 2 do... (Ive got to watch 8 hours of vidios for my new job)
Adios
- posted by Enoch @ 6:21 PM

 
Greetings earthlings...

Not much has happened in the last few days, I did get some writing in though. Here is the next installment.

After a time, in the late afternoon, when even the buzzing flies had grown drowsy and the air was still. The forest had suddenly become very quiet, as if it were holding its breath. The rock, who had spent the day sleeping in the coll water to escape the flies was slowly rising to his feet when he froze. Across the river he saw a strange movement. He knew all the animals of the wood, and some of the people, so he knew that this was somthing new.
The figure stopped slowly out of the low bushes which grow only on the very borders of the woods. He was a tall straight backed man with keen eyes. He spent the night on the river bank under the brightly bruning stars. The rock quielty crept back under his willow and peered through the gently swaying branches at the stranger. He wathed with increasing intrest as the man gathered dry sticks and bark and build a small fire. When the stranger lay down and had been still for some time the rock slid quielty into the river and eased his way to the far bank. Careful not to make even the smallest nouse he crept to the edge of the circle of light cast by the diening embers. The sranger looked harmless enough, he only lay there and breathed slightly. Suddenly the man sat up and stared around him, the rock froze sitll and waited, ready to jum back into the river. The man looked around for what had awoken hi. Soft rustleling noises came from the nearby underbrush, but they stoped when he sat up. The man sank back down, but proped his head up so he could watch the ferns and bushes from which the sounds of movement had come. Presently a inquisitive nose, followed by a pair of masked, bright little eyes poked cautiously out from behind the large feathery fern leaf. The eyes were soon followed by a set of furry ears and a hunched body, and finaly a bushy black ringed tail.
"Why hello, friend racoon." said the man with a smile. The racoon stoped and sat back on its haunches and tilted its head as if trying to decipher what these strange sounds that he was hearing were. For, havingnever seen a human, much less heard one address him, he wasnt quite sure what to make of it. But, curiosity soon overcame surpirse and he pattered about the campsite in search of an evening snack. The man, however, was far too experienced a woodsman to leave any temping morsels out for passing scavengers, and the racoon soon left in disapointment. When the man had returned to his soft rhythmic breathing the rock quitely slopped back into the river and returned to his wollow.
The next morning the man awoke and surveyed his surroundings. The land sloped genlty upwards from the riverbank and was mostly clear for nearly a quarter of a mile, untill the ground began to riese more steeply toward the foothills of the distand mountains. With the execption of this small section of sparcly wooded medowland the whole aria was thickly forested with tall straight trees.
The man spent most of the day walkling to and fro in the medow and along the riverbank. Somtimes taking long overextended strides and then stoping and making marks on a small tablet. Other times he pulled out a string and put ti around an especialy large tree, then makeing more markes on his tablet. After a fre hours of this he took one last look around him and then swung his pack onto his back and headed back upriver, back the way he had come.

And thats all for now folks...

Please be kind, this is a first draft, lol...
- posted by Enoch @ 2:39 PM

 
As I dont have much time 2day, I will say that not much has happened, except that I have done some more writing on my story. So I will type what I have so far...
In the days when man had just begun to explore his world. When the woods and the many diverce people who lived in them ruled the world. In those days there was a small section of a small corner of the world where a broad river eased his peacful path. At a quite place where a smooth stately bend had created a penicula, very nearly an island, there grew a very large, very old willow. Her graceful arms spread wide over the soft mossy banks, her roots dug into the rich earth and drank deep draughts of the dimpled waters. Beneath her vaulted boughs in a green cavern walled by her leafy flowing hair and floored by the smooth banks of the river there lived a singular person.
This person was not at all like any man, nor was he like any animal. The best way to describe him would be to say that he looked like a great boulder. A great rock, such as you seen in a quiet forest, one which has lain such for many years. Moss and lichen grew in abundece on his skin. His skins was very rock like in both touch and apearence. His face, although impossible to see unless he wished it, was kind and gentle. A rather large nose, hardly distinguishable from a buldge on any large boulder all but covered his wide mouth. He lacked anything that could be called lips, what he had were more like ripples or folds in rock. But, what were the most strikeing of his features were his eyes. His eyes, which had seen the many long years slowly march by, the changing seasons, the death of great trees and the rise of seedling into great lords of the forest. He had paitently watched the mighty river as it had grown from a young, excitable ripids which lept playfuly around his toes and called him to leap in and dance with the flood, to the sleepy and powerful giant which glided soflty, dreamily. His eyes which were such a contrast to the rest of his rugged features were large and quiet, like great wells, soft and kind yet deep and strong. His eyes would serenely follow the passing days, then as the sun would ease his weary head down for the night, he would rouse himself and slip silently into the cool water. His arms unfolded to cup the clear water and let it run delicioulsly over his stony body. If he were to streatch to his full hight he would be far taller than a man. but, the way he walked was rather stooped, as if his ponderous weight was too much to carry. This however, was far from true, when need arose, he was very capable of moving quicky, and able to cover great distances with his lumbering stride. For the most part though, he was content to shuffle about at a leisurly pace. In the water though, this was quite a different matter. In the water he was very much unlike the stone whch he relembled. While under water he could glide about and swim as well as any fish. And, it was swimming whch brought about his first encounter with the world of men.
to be continued...

well.. what do u think? I'll write more as time permits... adois

oh yeah... dont mind about typos and misspelling, I know there are probly some... but then again this isnt being published this way...
- posted by Enoch @ 5:40 PM

 
Well, ladies and gentlemen... I have seen my first real live wild wolf!! he, or she, was trotting along the tidal flats like he owned them... and I supose he does more than anybody else, except perhaps the gulls, but I'm pretty sure they wont have much dispute with him about it. He was about a quarter of a mile away so I had to use binocs to see him, but he was really cool. Ive started writing a story. If you guys want to read it let me know and I'll put it up here as I work on it... input is always good.
- posted by Enoch @ 5:34 PM