Miss. Moo Cow

This is a little project I had to do for Creative writing, It had to be about a real event in my childhood, I'm still not done with it but I'll give you the unfinished version for now. Tell me what you think?

Miss. Moo Cow

Awareness ,of any and all kinds, is often found when it is most unexpected. It jumps out at you and smacks you square in the face, covering you with its sticky, gooey reality, when most unwanted. You can stagger back, and claw at the surface or stand there stunned while the sappy mess invades the pure innocents of your mind. Sometimes its harmless, other times it can rock the very foundations of what you were taught. The only thing you can really do, Is accept it. Maybe even explore it.

When I was six, living in sunny Clearwater Florida. I would often have friends over, just like any other kid, and I spend most my time outside. I was adventurous, always making up stories in my head to spice up my all too boring six year old life. My favorite past time though, was make forts out of anything I could get my grubby little hands on.

And this time me and my friend Jamie, a full year older then me, and therefore; much wiser, were underground cave dwellers. orphans cave dwellers (the very best kind, who needs adults?). And everybody knows that cave dwellers need a cave. Naturally, Jamie and I wasted no time in gathering the tools necessary for such an act. We set to work with a plastic spoon and my mother’s garden trowel in hand.

First, we would have to map out a spot, for not just any spot would do for our secret underground lair, It had to be perfect. Said spot had to within walking distance of the house (So we could sneak in and steal drinks and food that were so carelessly left in plain view and easy reach by the residents)and be well hidden so that no one would stumble upon it and take us back to the dreaded orphanage.

And then alas, after an exhausting five minutes, we had found the perfect spot! Just behind my mother’s ferns, the plants would give excellent coverage for the entrance to our hideout. With excited smiles we dug into the earth, eager to be done so that we could brag to our friends that we had the only underground fort in the neighborhood.

And then, when we were a good foot into the ground I saw something smooth from under the dirt, and with soiled fingers I brushed it off, only to find it was flat and rounded down into the ground. Excitement from this new find fueled me to dig deeper, digging around the strange object. Maybe it was some long lost treasure dropped by distant travelers long ago! Or some clue to unlock a secret door hidden further below the surface. Thoughts swarmed my head as I unearthed the strange ivory object.

There were cracks and holes in it and I turned the oddly shaped treasure around in my grimy hands. ‘Ohs’ and ‘aws’ were heard from my friend as I inspected our new discovery with wide eyes. And then, as Jamie traced the two identical, oval like holes towards what seemed to be the top of the bizarre find, my body froze, I could feel my eyes get larger as I stared at it. Recognition flickered in my mind, back to the family cabin, Where I stood in front of a big black and white spotted dairy cow, petting the scruff atop its head and looking into its big, round brown eyes . . .

I dropped the cow skull and darted for the confines of my room, shouts from my mother rebounded off the walls in protest to my filthy body and the carpet. But I ignored her. With tears streaming down my face I flung myself onto my bed and scrambled over to my stuffed cow I had fondly named Miss. Moo Cow and pulled her into my arms, tears mixed with the dirt and matted into her fur as I rubbed my face back in forth against her. I couldn't believe it, the fact that a cute little cow (that could have very well been related to Miss. Moo Cow) had died in my backyard was too much for me to handle.

After a few minutes of crying it out my friend came in with my mother and I told them all about it. Jamie though, took a different reaction to the realization that what we had found was a skull of a cow. She went on and on about how cool it was and wanted to go back to the yard and start digging for the rest of its bones. I couldn't fathom the reason why she thought it was cool that we had found the bones of a cow in my backyard! What tragedies had befallen the poor, gentle giant?

Thats it for now, I'll be working on it a little each day ^.^

Life (The Saddest Thing I've Ever Read)

Okay, I know I haven't posted in a while. Though thats because I got a virus on my dad's Laptop by watching so much Anime (Yeah, Yeah I know -.- HaHa)So now I can only write on my crappy computer that still doesn't have word Document.

Anywhoo, I read this post on a site I was on and it was being used as someone signature. It depressed me for a while, so thats just a warning before I post this:

LIFE.

Your close friends become strangers. Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn the unimaginable ones. Homework goes in the trash. Soda becomes vodka, kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mom was our hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. The only drug you knew was cough medicine. Wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The only thing that hurt you were skinned knees and 'goodbye' only meant until tomorrow?
AND WE JUST COULDN’T WAIT TO GROW UP!

Depressing right? This is what some people see when they look at our world today. I really think its sad that someone would think this way and have made those choices, it makes me want to find all those people and try to change that. I want to speak to more people about Christ and all that he has to offer! He can take all that away and give you a new start. At first this just got me down, but when I really thought about it, it just got me fired up.

Now, What Am I Suppose To Be Doing?

So, I just started this blog and I really want to write something. I’ve been thinking about it and trying to figure out how to work this blog thingy-ma-gig. Though all I have been doing is roleplaying and watching Anime, I really should get started soon -.- Maybe I’ll start will one of my short stories? Hmmm, I’m really not sure. *Shrugs* I’ll figure it out sometime, Its not like anyone if following my blog on the first day and is constantly checking if I’ve posted anything new or not, so there really is no pressure at the moment ^.^
I know I won’t post anything by today (Because its 11:27 at night) but I might tomorrow if I have everything set up right, Wish meh luck! *starts watching anime again*

In To The Unknown

So, this is my first post (le gasp!) and I thought I would just dive on in and start ranting. Sound good? Right. Okay, so one of the reasons I started this Blog was because my brother (Dale Jr.) decided that our home computer wasn't working right and one day wipes it clean... Let me just tell you I have had that computer for around seven years so there is a butt load (Hee Hee, I love saying that) of stuff on there, all of my story ideas, my half finished stories, millions of pictures and all this other stuff from years past. Its gone. Erased. Poof. So now I am going to try to rewrite what was lost or even worth salvaging. Its going to be a very slow process, but I’ll try to make it.
Sigh.
Wish me luck, The first story I might start on is called “Underground” That is subject to change seeing as I created it when I was around fourteen and wasn’t nearly as creative as I am now. *Puffs up with pride* :D
I’m also going to try to act professional about this, though anyone who knows me will see that something like that won’t last longer then around half a minuet, See, I’m already feeling it slipping away, No wait don’t go! I Can’t finish with out you! I should go before this gets any more embarrassing.