Sheep

"Well how are you this morning?" David asked as he stopped to talk with a friend. "I think it is a beautiful day, really. The sun is hidden behind some soft clouds that remind me of...well, you!" he laughed heartily as he patted the sheep on the head and lay down on the field. "Today is going to be a good day." he said again to the sheep. He found them remarkable conversationalists. "I don't know why, but I can feel it."

"Hey! Boy!" a neighboring shepherd yelled over the fence.

David sighed and pulled himself up, leaning heavily on his staff. He really wanted it to be a lazy sort of day, but maybe that wasn't going to happen. "What's going on friend?" he asked pleasently.

"Your sheep were grazing on my field." he said harshly. "I chased them off but it didn't look like they headed back to your property." David checked his annoyance and refrained from saying anything harsh. "You always seem to respect our boundries boy and I didn't want your master to beat you for losing a half a dozen sheep. They went south towards the canyon."

David nodded his thanks and began walking the direction that was indicated. He saw a few of his sheep following him and began a conversation to pass the time. "Odd, don't you think, that while I've been tending father's sheep for years now our neighbor still doesn't realize that I'm his son? Ah well, shepherds are usually quiet and keep to themselves anyways; I know I've never had a conversation with the man myself so I suppose I can't say anything about his not knowing me. Regardless, why would he chase off your brothers like that? He could have just talked to our sheperds last night and informed them of the issue, he didn't need to run them off the field like that."

Soon David found himself leaving the grassy hillside and walking down a path strewn with rocks and pitfalls. He called to his sheep and they bleated their response but sounded far away and difficult to get to. With a deep sigh he began his descent, listening to the echoing bleats of his sheep, wishing he could get back to his hilltop and lyre.

Well we've been slackers....

SO! Let's try to get the ball rolling again shall we? Today's prompt is.........


Sheep.

Yes. Sheep.

<3

Pleading Eyes

It was stupid. Stupid girl with her stupid doe-eyes looking all irresistable. Ridiculous even! How did she get him to do these ridiculous things day after day? It was like she held some insane power over him and she abused it. Evil. That was a very apt word for her- completely, totally, irrevocably evil. Matt stormed down the stairs of the building, too upset to wait for the slow elevator. The cute girl at the desk smiled winningly at him but faultered when she saw the dark cloud over his brow. He was in no mood to flirt today, he had enough issues with one woman, no need to add another to the mix.

Out on the street he looked back and forth for a cab. It was New York City- there had to be an available cab somewhere! After whistling, waving, punching the air, and jumping like a lunatic he decided to walk. Cutting through the park was nice and the cool breeze almost cleared his head completely. He even began enjoying himself for a minute. Only one. Then the clouds broke. Matt glowered at the dark rain clouds that had formed so quickly and they almost looked ashamed of themselves.

Sally looked out at the city as the cleansing rain washed away the pollution and smog, as well as her worries. She loved the rain- it reminded her of home. In the past on days like today she would have sat back on her wrap-around porch and revel in the downpour with a book in one hand, a glass of wine on the table, and warm, delicious Barbara's Brownies on her lap. But sadly, Barbara was not a chain but a person and did not live in New York City. Breaking from her reverie she looked at the clock on her desk and realized that Matt had been gone for well over an hour. She had only sent him to get coffee and there was a Starbucks on every corner- where had he disappeared to?

As if being summoned, Sally's office door slammed open and Matt stormed in, dripping water all over the floor. He dropped a soggy box on her desk and stormed out again, mumbling something unintelligable under his breath. "Hey!" she called. He turned, a dark look on his face. She refrained from grinning- she enjoyed so much ordering him around. "Where's my coffee?" He growled and turned away, storming off towards the locker room. Chuckling to herself she opened the package. A small gasp escaped her lips as she found her favorite wine, book, and a package of brownies.

Just So You Know...

I just wanted to let you guys know that I probably won't be writing much this week because I've got a lot of wedding planning stuff to do. (bleck!) I might have time on Thurs/Fri.
happy trails!

Prompt

It's late for me, but I will try to post tomorrow---

Today's post is Roll of the Dice

Late Prompt

Today's been busy but the prompt is:

pleading eyes

Prompt: Fools

I managed to write something else! It's a second priority for me so I'm not forcing myself to get everyday done (although I should!)

"FOOLS! All of you are FOOLS, I say!"

I pace in my room back and forth as I ponder my dilemma, "They think they can outwit me! I'll show them. I'll show them!"

They think they can overthrow me. ME. The king. I have ruled this country for years through the good times and bad. I defended it against greedy invaders seeking our wealth and people. I sought retribution for others claiming our land and our goods. I reformed the corrupt agencies of the government and the church. I did not fear for my own safety as I challenged my own corrupt men because I feared for the safety of my people and subjects. I pace back and forth; back and forth. Up and down my sleeping quarters I pace; I think about my many triumphs and my many defeats and failures. Any wrong or mistake I made cannot outweigh the greatness I achieved for my country. I turn my head as a knock at the door alerts me that I am not alone.

"My liege," the servant says, "I have your dinner." He bows over the plate as he sets it near the door. I dismiss him with an imperious nod of my royal ordained head. Baptized and anointed by God to rule this fine country. I smile to myself as I eat my dinner and plot my escape into glory.

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The guard watches through the bars as the old dirty man digs into his plate of mushy roast and potatoes with his hands.

The guard on patrol walks up to him and looks through the bars as well, "This guy was king?"

The first guard chuckles, "Nah, he's just a crazy old bastard who lives in someone else's past."

Pass....?

So, I'm going to try to write on Monday, but whatever idea I had for this kinda flew out of my head, so imma call it a week. Love you, talk to you laters :)

Prompt: Fools

I literally had no vision of this one, and it formed itself. Yay!

“I don’t really care much for April Fools.” Jimmy leaned back in his chair, tipping in it, leaning his feet up on the table to keep him properly balanced. His friend was basically ignoring him, typing away at his computer.

“Hm?”

“I said, I don’t like April Fool’s Day.” Jimmy repeated, cocking an eyebrow at his overly busy friend. “You need a vacation man.”

“Yeah, I know. So why don’t you like April Fool’s Day?”

“All these ass hats walking around trying to play shitty jokes on each other… You wouldn’t let them get away with that bullshit any other day of the week, why the hell does the first day in April get such special treatment?”

“I don’t know man, I also don’t care. I forget about this shit until some dick does something stupid.”

“Well, that’s it then.” Jimmy bumped his foot on the table, much to the distaste of his friend, Eric.

“What’s it? What are you going to honestly do about it? You’re going to tell people to stop pranking you? They’re going to think that is a prank! You’re a constant joker you know. A fool among fools.”

“Yeah well you’re a work-a-holic and you don’t hear me complaining.”

“Are you kidding? You’re always complaining, you were just complaining.”

“Not about you working too much!”

“Yeah, you do. All the time whining. Why do you think we’re here right now? I have a big proposal on Monday at the office and instead of sitting at home and working on my presentation, I’m here in this shit shop hoping my battery lasts long enough on my laptop to get it done.” Eric stuck his tongue out at him.

“Wow, look who’s talking. All you talk about is work! Work, work, work!” Jimmy puffed out his chest and furrowed his brow in his best impression of his serious friend. “I’ve got to stay late and work eighty hours a week and forget I have a life outside of the corporate office.” Eric stared at him for a moment then resumed working on his computer.

“Just shut up and drink your coffee.”

“You call me a prankster? A fool among fools? At least I don’t forget to have some fun every once in awhile.” Jimmy picked up his coffee and stood from his seat. “Call me when you’re done working. I’m going to go do something that doesn’t make me want to throw your computer into the wall.” He took a dignified sip of his coffee then stopped and made a face of disgust. He spit the coffee all over the floor, gagged and choked on it. Eric kept typing away at his computer.

“What the fuck is wrong with my coffee? Fucking tastes like they poured a whole shit ton of salt in here!” Eric didn’t look up at him, just grabbed the sugar container he’d given to Jimmy earlier and shoved it at him. Jimmy looked at his friend in realization.

“April fools. Dick.”

Prompt

In honor of the day today's prompt is


Fools

Dodge A Bullet

That shady guy in the fedora was behind him again- it was painfully obvious that he was following him. What other person would have to go to the library, the laundr-o-mat, the comic book store, the book store, and a paint shop? Besides him of course. He always had odd errands to run; it was part of working for Sally. The archeologist had a wide range of hobbies and was well known in the burro and she made sure that Matt trekked the whole thing before making it back to the office. She liked to annoy him like that. But this guy was still there. He was sure he would have lost him in the comics, but no, even as he chilled for a few minutes in a Lay-Z-Boy, there he was. He was obviously not very good at following people, or he wanted to make it obvious to make Matt approach him. Well, if the latter was true, then he was going to get his wish. There was no way that Matt would let this guy follow him to Sally's place without knowing who he was first.

"Name, rank, and serial number." Matt said from behind the fedora. The hat lifted and revealed a beautiful, young woman with utter confusion written all over her rather adorible face. It wasn't often that Matt was taken aback by the look of someone, but he had rarely seen a beauty such as hers. "Uh...sorry ma'am, I thought you were someone else." he stuttered.

She smiled mischevously and took his hand. "I could be." she said mysteriously. Without realizing it was happening, the woman led him out a side door to an alley. When he realized what happened he pulled from her grasp. "What's going on lady?" he demanded, no longer hypnotized by her looks.

In a moment she had a knife to his throat and her once playful eyes were hard and cold. "A message to your boss- stay out of Israel."

When Matt awoke he was lying in the same alley with a small crowd of people around him. They were concerned for him, asking after him, wanting to call for help, offering him food, water, peramedics. He thanked them and left as quickly as he could. He felt as if he had dodged a bullet...but had he really?