This week’s photo prompt is provided by ©pricelessjoy.
Unbelievable! How can people do a thing like this to me and my project?
I am a volunteer.
I have five horses.
I take unprivileged children on bush trips using my horses.
These kids have nothing in life to look forward to, only weekends when they come to me and have lots of fun. I teach them how to look after the horses. They ride on them when we go out for lessons on nature. These kids love the animals. They also love to be out in nature.
This morning when the kids were all here we wanted to saddle the horses to go for our ride.
Alas! No bridles, no saddles, nothing.
How can people do a thing like this, not only to me but the kids too?
Please those who took the gear, please bring it back. I need it to make these kids happy!
This is a follow up of my story from
This week, thanks go out to Eric Wickland of Momusnews who came up with the opening line to go with this week’s photo!
Finish the story begins with: “At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.”
The boys dad opened the parcel. In awe they stared at it.
Joe the big boy thought: We crossed the railway lines safely. Dad waited in the alley and quickly shoved us in at the secret door. Now this strange object!
The father took the object in both his hands. Closing it in his hands he blew on the marble through his thumbs.
“Daddy, Daddy the dogs are coming” the younger boy whispered.
The dad opened his hands.
The marble has grown! It slowly opened in segments like a honeycomb. In each segment was a tiny moving object. It wriggled and started growing bigger and bigger. “Wow,” Joe said: “real dragons!”
The dogs were at the door. The father opened the door and commanded: “Blow them away!”
Alfonso, the 92 year old sculptor sat outside on a bench. His watery blue eyes had extra tears flowing down his cheeks.
He sat, staring at a small sculpture not bigger than one of his old hands. This sculpture took his memories way back to when he was only 28. It was summer. He was in a nostalgic mood. He had met this dainty young woman. She was breathtaking beautiful. Alfonso could see her as his model for a sculpture.
They decided to meet in his small studio. He made some drawings of her. They started talking and had a wonderful time. He sculpting away, she telling him about her past. She also had the most wonderful voice and would sing while he was working.
After Alfonso finished the small sculpture she just disappeared. He never saw her again.
Now after many lonely years he still missed her. Alfonso only had this lovely artwork and his memories left. Very sad….
The prompt for this week is:
… as time passes…
“Impossible,” Mable thought.
“I can’t believe this. The old woman in the pawn shop said last week: Look out for the mark on your face because it will change…. as time passes… you will see the difference!”
I hate the woman because now I have this mark of the devil on my face. I can’t wash or scrub it off. It grows bigger and bigger!
Mable got so angry she grabbed a knife to carve it away. Then she remembered the words again:” ….as time passes… you will heal again”
The Secret Meeting
We have to move on and very fast too! The danger of slowing down is going to give the dogs a chance to catch up with us!
Two hours ago my little brother and I were walking home from school. Suddenly the stranger stepped up to me from behind a thick tree trunk. Finger on his lips, hushing me to keep quiet. I stood very still, my brother in my arms.
The stranger told me to hurry to the clock tower at the other side of the railway station. My father asked that we had to meet him there in secret. I also had to bring the parcel, the stranger gave me, to him. The stranger also warned me to hurry up because there are people with hunting dogs following him and the dogs might catch up with my brother and me.
Just for crossing the lines now…
Eight happy looking young campers! As you can see they look very content. Not for long!
These teenagers went out on a bush camp with their tutor.They played a bad trick on the tutor this morning.
A rescue helicopter had to pick the tutor up and took him to the nearby hospital. He had broken both his legs and was in a lot of pain. This does not look and sound good.
One of the rescue team guided the boys back to base camp.
They were happily joking about the situation and what happened this morning. I wonder how they will react when the local police interview them one by one!
What is going to happen to them? Are they going to be locked up?
The boys were supposed to return to base camp after a week of camping. They are all alone and on their own now.
the prompt this week
… please let me sleep…
What a night Pam thought.
After going to bed last night she heard something moving around her flat. Out of bed, into nightgown. Only a cat! Back to bed.
Twelve o’clock, the fire alarm went off. Out of bed, into nightgown, outdoors. Nothing! Back to bed. Fall asleep.
Three o’clock, rocks landing on the roof. Out of bed, into nightgown, outside. Nobody! Back to bed. Try to sleep. None!
Six o’clock, wake up get dressed, breakfast, off to work!
Nooooo………. please let me sleep….
Finish the story begins with: “What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.”
The assignment said:
Collect fresh spider webs. Wind them around a piece of soft cardboard. Bring as much as you can.
The children went out into the woods. Prepared to collect lots of spider webs. They did not think about the dangers of going into the woods on their own.They even brought a picnic basket with them.
After walking for more than an hour they had to stop and have a drink. They sat down on a large root of one of the trees. Suddenly they stared in awe at this enormous spider web hanging from the branches. The threads were as thick as their little fingers. This was very scary. They could be caught and tied up with those threads.
They sat hypnotized, looking at the colossal ugly spider in the middle. It was smiling at them and winking them to come nearer….
“Grandma! Look at all the benches!” Little Sally shouted in excitement, jumping up and down, pulling at her grandmother’s dress.
“Why are they all in one row? Why are there so many? Why….”
“Sally, calm down my dear! Stop asking all those questions. I’ll to tell you why they are here. They are very special to me!” Grandma sat down on the first bench and told Sally to come and sit next to her.
“You know my dear girl, 30 years ago whales would visit our bay. Many people waited on the shore to see them. Grandpa and I were watching all these people milling around one day. ‘Benches’ Grandpa thought. He proudly made each one of them by hand. The council put a little plaque with his name and date on it. Look at the middle one!” Sally ran off. “If Grandpa could only be here once more to see his grandchild and the benches!”
“If only I had hands to write down all my memories” the church thought.
“ Does not matter. I can still remember many happy and sad events.
People planned to build me higher up on the hill but they did not have the transport and manpower to move it up the hill. I am happy to be here!
I remember the last event that took place last Saturday. It was this awesome wedding. The bride and groom were looking perfect in their garments. The sermon was so beautiful. Then the sad thing happened. The bride’s father stood up to thank everybody for attending. He just sank to the ground and passed away. The stress and excitement was too much for his heart.
The bride and groom thanked everybody and told them to go to the reception to have something to eat and then depart..
Very sad! Such is life for human beings.” The church gave a sigh and was thankful that it survived many hardships and thriving years.