Typing with Style/Bedazzling Keyboarding

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Spring Forcast

She could hear the dogs yapping as sled crested a low ridge, fat flakes of snow fell in swirls blurring visibility. The wind cutting through the back of her parka felt like sharp knives. Not enough time to head for the treeline and hide. He was following her snowshoe tracks. The baby strapped at her breast whimpered, awakened by her quickening heartbeat and the smell of fear.

"Aho Mady. You need a ride to town?" His voice smooth and thick, like the oil in big metal pipeline she was following.

"My milk is drying up, I need to get some formula for the baby."

Her heart raced and she could feel cold beads of sweat run down her arm pits.

"You should have let me know Mady, I would have saved you the trip." Taking off a heavy leather mitten, his callused hand swiped at the wet ice that hung in trailing crystals from his mustache and beard. "Mady, it's dangerous to leave the cabin this time of year. Grizzles are coming out of hibernation, you should know that? Why didn't you take a rifle?"

"I wanted to travel fast and be back before nightfall. I was going to ask someone in town to give me a ride back to the cabin." Her lower jaw quivering as she spoke. Trying to keep her voice under control, she smiled not looking into the mans eyes. The dogs now snapping at each other and barking loudly, they jerked in their harness causing the sled to lunge several feet forward.

"Hold!" he yelled loudly.

The underlying quality of emotion in his voice sent uncontrollable shivers through the young woman. The baby's crying muffled inside the heavy down parka increased as she knelt to remove her snowshoes and climb carefully into the dog sled.

The snow had stop by the time the sled team reached the outskirts of the village. Someone was cussing, pulling on a snowmobile's starter cord for the umpteenth time. Idling smoothly, a small single engine plane sat on short newly plowed airstrip. Two uniform men with rifles began walking toward the quonset hut where the dog sled had just stopped. Patting the woman's shoulder roughly, the man leaned forward and ask, "Did you know the mail plane was coming in today?"

Mady shaking her head no, smiled in relief.

The Arrow of Washeshu

With her arms crossed tightly across her chest, Ualaxy shivered in a sudden rush of goose bumps. Her hair tingling, she said. "Something is coming this way."

"What is it you are feeling? You look as if..." The Loup Garou looking at the girl with is head tilted, twitched his nose, his big ears rotated as if listening intensely.

Whoosh... thump! Something had just slammed into the small cabins door. A quivering twanging sound, a vibration sending the Loup Garou to jump from his chair and rush to the door."

"Ohooo!" he said, and looked over his shoulder to see Ualaxy's reaction.

Ualaxy rocked back-and-forth slowly with her eyes closed.

"You are more important than I realised." said the shaking wolf.

Outside the cabin the singing of many wolfs filled the air.

"Okey dokey. We both must be brave hearted. Are you afraid?" he ask?

Ualaxy nodded her head answering yes.

"Are you brave enough to continue?"

Ualaxy nodded her head yes."

"Brave girl, I will call you, 'Brave Girl of My People." The wolfs eyes glowed in the lamp light and many tears filled his eyes. He smiled, looking at the girl with new respect.

"Are you just going to stand looking like a woozie, or are you going to open the door?"

The Loup Garou wolf took a deep breath, his nose sniffing the door up-and-down, and from side-to-side. Ualaxy heard him whisper something under his breath as he opened the door.

"Ahwooo!" he said. "It is a message sent from the high desert clan of the Washoe-Washeshu. Ahhh, from the lake of Ku-ya-pa. On your travels to this cabin, did you once stop by a strange lake?"

Ualaxy nodded her head yes.

"Umm. It seems you have a message from the Mothers of the Lake." With a shaking paw, the wolf carefully removed a strange arrow from the cabin's door. "Big medicine, this message." and walked to the small round table. He slowly placed the arrow on the table. His large tale twitched in excitement.

"Message? I see no message." said Ualaxy looking at the arrow on the table. "It just looks like an arrow to me. Where is the message?"

"I can see my job of teaching you is not going to be as easy as I first thought."

"Easy! You want easy?"

"All right now listen to me. We must read the arrow together." said the wolf, his voice now calm with a hint of kindness that only wolves possess. "There is a plant that grows in the southwest region of the western desert. The people of the Blackpool Kapern have destroyed much of the land where it grows wild." The Loup Garou's eyes searched the cabin as he stood close to the young girl. "Did you find a leather pouch here in the cabin?"

"Yes." said the girl.

"Please, will you bring it to me?"

Ualaxy stood up and walked into the small cabins other room where she slept. Under her bed of many skins, she reached for a small leather bag she had found along with the lamp and book. The bag was covered with many small beautiful glass beads that had been sewn into the leather. She returned to the living room and placed the pouch on the table in front of the wolf.

"Thank you." said the wolf. "Hump... big medicine, Please sit down and we will began."

Ualaxy gracefully sat down. Her hand slightly shaking.

"Little Brave Girl, you show big courage. The clans of my people have made a good choice in giving you such gifts. " And again the wolves eyes filled with tears.

"Ya ya, so now what do we do now?"

"We prepare ourselves to read the message of the arrow."

Sitting on a small table next to the cabin's window was a shell from Queen's Bay of the great sea to the west of Blue Bird River.

"Please, hand me that sea shell."

Ualaxy reached from her chair to the small table and handed the sea shell to the the Loup Garou. Carefully opening the leather pouch, he removed several dried leaves from the desert plant, and placed them in the sea shell.

"How did you know what was in the pouch?" ask the young girl.

"We call it intuition in your language, it too is a gift from the spirit world." said the wolf with a big smile showing his many white teeth. From the wood stove he removed glowing ember and placed in in the shell from the great mother sea. Ribbons of white smoke curled up from the shell as he placed it on the table. "Now only truth will be spoken between us. The Witches of Wüstland, the People of Washoe-Washeshu, and many clans will hear our words. We must choose our words wisely."

"I'm afraid." said Ualaxy. The air in the cabin now smelled clean with the odor of the white smoke that curled around them.

The wolf smiled. "Apparently you have been adopted by many clans because of your bravery. The Queen of Little Thunder Sea has tested you and knows your spirit guides to be very brave and yet full of fun. She will help you over come your fear. Excitement and fearful emotions feel very similar. Relax and have faith you are protected. Now, shall we read the messages of the arrow?"

Remember Paris

It was in April when I first met you. True love never dies. I remember the way you smiled as I sat down for a coffee in that little cafe in Paris. The night sky sparkling as bright as the street lamps along the boulevard, but it was your eye's that captured my heart. You were drinking an apéritif with your coffee, a Tia Maria wasn't it?

Remember our waiter, Alejandro Fernández, the foreign exchange student from Guadalajara?

He said, "Where I came from such nights are made for love." and he waved his hand in an arch across the starry sky and made me sit at your table, introducing us to one another as if he had always known someday we would meet. You were reading a book of my short stories, and when I reached in my breast pocket for my ink pen and wrote my name in your book, you looked shocked. We sat up all night talking, Alejandro supplying us with coffee and Tia Maria's. I still have that herringbone jacket, the pen I keep in a cigar box on my desk.

Whenever the night sky is aglow in starlight, and a sudden breeze kisses your cheek, remember, my love will always be with you.

Yo, Ray, Hand Me a Flashlight

Ya gotta love your job.

If you can't get in the front door, try the back door.

The more you look for shit, the more you find it.

Can you spell COLONIC Therapist?
Hello! Is anybody in there?



And a quoit from Jack Kerouac, "There is universal substance which is divine substance because where else can it be?"

The Army of the Darkness

The army of the Blackpool Kapern marched toward the polar arctic regions of Fangrala. The rank and file of each devil soldier being determond by its ability to distroy the native enviroment.

"We will rule the world of Fangrala and subjagate the barbaran animal tribes." Standing on a platform of ice, General Rex Gluteus Maximus dressed in black satanic satin and animal skins shouted to his army. His speech was clearly ment to invoke the passions of greed in his many demon warrors. Standing only five-foot-two, the Generals ghostly white fingers and long nails gripped the podium, is voice was loud and clear, and his drooling troops oggled him in the wonder of this magnificance. Lifting the rifle of Konyaku high in the air, General Rex Gluteus ended his speech with, "We will fight until all that free belongs to us, and all that is not free, we will steal." Roars of acceptance to the Generals speech echoed from the ice mountains that surrounded the demon army.

Standing on the ice stage to the left of the General's ontourage of bodyguards, stood the spy Ursus Wissenwert in demon disguise. She made mental notes of all that she heard and had seen. Showing little emotion at the General's forthright speech. She stood in the shadows, mind melding with the High Council of Vulpes. Her dangerous mission was to gather as much information as possible and return to northern regions of Fangrala.
"The threatening invasion of the demon army on the free migratory inhabitants of my planet must not succeed." she said through clenched teeth. She watched closely as the General and his body guards walk to several quonset huts made of rotting whale bones. The largest quonset hut used by Rex Gluteus Maximus as a command center and residence steamed with pitrid ordors. Maggots crawled over the remaining strips of rotting flesh that hung from the rib hut. Most foul of all was the hanging carcass of Ursus Wissenwert's friend, Ribbon Phobos. His mulilated body hung outside the hut as a trophy, a testament to Kapern Blackpool skill at killing innocence for the glory of riches. Ursus Wissenwert turned away from the crowd of demon soldiers and walked slowly away from the scene. The mind-link of the High Council of vulpes assuring her that the murder of Ribbon Phobos would not go unpunished.

Buffalo Chip Art

Tech's have been known to make the strangest things. When feeling creative, they even acid-etch minature art work on computer chips. I'll bet you a nickel, collectors are buying and selling buffalo chips.

A Slice in Time

“There are many evil forces at work in the Roux Ga Roux Forest that you know nothing about. This is the land of UFOs and Time Travelers.

I wasn’t always a werewolf you know.” The Loup Garou’s eyes, yellow wolf eyes, sparkled and glowed brightly in the light of the lamp.
“Please, I don’t want to get involved with what is going on outside. I’ve been through enough as it is. You have no idea of what I have seen, or what I’ve been through before finding this cabin.” The young girl bemoaned as she began cutting thin slices from a whole oven roast chicken that sat on the clean kitchen counter top. The faint sweet smell of rosemary and thyme mingled with yeasty odors of several fresh baked loafs of bread that also sat on the kitchen counter.

"My dear", said the wolf, "you are under the protection of many brave Fangrala warriors."

While in the process of preparing her unexpected visitor a rather large chicken sandwich. Ualaxy instinctively glanced at the mirror like reflection in the large kitchen knife she was using to slice the bread. When she held the knife at just the right angle, she could see over her shoulder. There, standing right behind her was a good-looking dark haired man. Lycanthrope! Ualaxy smiled now knowing the truth of it.
She turned quickly and walked into the living room. The wolf followed. Placing the carefully prepared sandwich on a small round table, she then poured two cups of apple cider from the crock pot sitting on the wood stove.
“Please sit down and enjoy your meal.”
“You don’t mind if I... wolf it down do you? Just kidding, I want to savor the flavors. Do you cook like this all the time?”

Showing a pearly rack of snow-white fangs, the Loup Garou grinned and went-to-town enjoying his carefully prepared food. He stopped several times to sip his cup of perfectly brewed hot cider. When finished, he smacked his lips in satisfaction and belched loudly. “So sorry.” he said, “I forgot myself there for a moment.”
Ualaxy laugh out loud. “No problem. I do the same thing when I’m alone.”
“Now shall we get started on translating that book you found?” he said.
“By all means.”

Placing the book on the table in front of the wolf, the girl then sat down.
“Ahem, this is a very ancient and valuable book of the Fangrala people. It is a book of exotic magic.”
“I could have told you that,” replied the girl.
The wolf raised one corner of his lip at the girl’s innocent, but stinging remark. He took a deep breath and continued. “This book must have come from the Pearl Mountains on the other side of the Blue Bird River. In those mountain are located many escape portals to different worlds.” The Loup Garou tapped a claw on the book. “I have seen many books of Fangrala, but never one of this value and quality. This book looks to be from the Royal Witches of the Wüstland Desert.”
“So what you’re saying is…” With her elbows planted firmly on the table while cradling her head in her hands, she sat pondering for several moments. “Ahem, the Royal Witches of Wüstland? Are they good royal witches, or bad royal witches?”
Again the wolf smiled. “A Royal Witch is a witch that has climbed to the highest summit in the Mountains, suffered the cruelest of evil’s hardships, looked death in the face, and survived the ordeal by spitting in the eye of Keres. They call it the Schmöker School of Life and Death, it's a very evil and secret society.”

"You didn't answer my question." she said rather sheepishly.

The wolf narrowed his eyes, twiched his long ears, wrinkled his nose and said, "Clever girl."

Outside, the wind began to blow and the snow shifted directions.

"Ahwooo... ahwooo... ahwooo..."

Ualaxy shivered at the mornful crys.

"My brothers and sisters are singing prayers for you." The wolf stood up quickly. "We must leave tonight."

"Are you nuts? leave for where? Why?"

"Magic is a foot. We must cross the Bluebird River and be on the otherside of the Pearl Mountains before midnight."

"Forgive me for sounding rude, but you must be crazy. How do you purpose we get there, fly?" Ualaxy sat back in her chair with her arms folded across her chest.

"Of course we're going to fly," said the wolf pointing to the old Oriental carpet on the cabin floor. "What do you think that's for?"

Blockhead Hans and a Pocket Full of Mud

How it works.
You Turkeys!
Sounds like, "Gobble-gobble, gobble-gobble-gobble.
Looks like, "Gobble-gobble, gobble-gobble-gobble.
Step outside and read the signs, you have "no" choice. He/she/it.
Are you listening to z radio?
Iz z TV turned on?
Are you feeling Browzy?
Chain, chain, chain...anchor.
Don't think.
Don't comment.

Magic Good Luck Charms

The photo shows some of the lovely Good Luck Fairy bracelets and earrings made by my friend Donna (Willo) who lives in Seattle.

Today I plan to take a few photos of the wonderful heart earrings Willo gifted to me, and maybe a few of my own Native and Fantasyland bracelets.

My friend Joanne is also creating some Delightful and Fun (necklaces) that I want to photograph.

I am very blessed to have such creative friends who are willing to share their knowledge of designing and making beautiful jewelery.

Happy Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine's Day!

May your days be filled with the joy of love,

Warm bear hugs and sweet kisses.

The Dragon's Stone of Fangrala

The Story Book is in the making.

The Land of Fangrula

Haven't been drawing much in the past couple of years, so my technique of coming up with an acceptable map to go along with my story is kinda rough.

Paper bags, and old envelopes work well for paper. Wish I had a decent ink pin to work with...oh well, I'm grateful for the one I have. Sorry the scan didn't come out nice and crisp with detail. To apply water colours to some portions of the map, I used a flared wooden match for a paint brush. Of course the story and map is just a first draft. I know there are many mistakes, but that's the magic of blogging, wysiwyg.
Most of all, I had fun making the map, and hope to draw several more of better quality.
Here is a list of several places listed on the map...
Brave Heart Bay
Elbow Point
Queen's Bay
Ruby Shoe
Two Heart River
Blue Bird River
Running Horse Mountains
Little Thunder Sea
Pearl Mountains
The Pit of Hellos
The Forest of Roux-Ga-Roux
Olson Caribou, and Longhorn of the North.
Now all I have to do is continue on with the story.

The Magic Book

The golden lock on the magic book looked simple enough. Ualaxy had ask, in a polite way, if the lamp would please shine, so she could study the mysterious writings in the book she held on her lap. "There must be a way for me to understand what is written here." she said as she opened the book.

It had taken her several days to figure out how to open the lock that protects the ancient manuscript. She had tried for hours, and was just about to give up, when she closed her eyes and ran her hand over the strange metal medallion in the shape of a dragon. The dragon's eyes began to glow in a ruby red light. Click! "Oh!" she said, "It opens by touch."

Outside the brightly lit cabin, snow fell in quiet flakes of soft white. Inside, the cabin was warm and cozy. Ualaxy opened the small wood stove door to put another log on the fire. "Maybe this is a book of fun and adventure." she said, "How will I ever learn to read it. I'm not smart like the others. If only I had a friend, a teacher to help me." Sitting cross-legged by the fire with the book in her lap and the lamp by her side, Ualaxy hung her head in her hands with her elbows on her knees. She pouted looking very forlorn and depressed.

Bam! Bam! Bam! The lamp flickered, and a rainbow pattern of colour began fill the small room. "Oh! What shall I do?" For a moment, fear sprang in to the young girl. Her mind raced thinking of all the horrored things she had seen while on the planet. Her heart pounded wildly, and she trembled not knowing what to do. "Do not fear. Fear cannot hurt you." she remembered her father saying, "You must face your fear in order to be strong, and achieve success."

"Who is there?" she said, struggled to regain her composure.

"Open the door child. It's cold out here, and I'm freezing." The voice sounded as if it were coming from high above the cabin.

"Who are you?" Ualaxy ask. She pushed her fear away and a feeling excitement began to take it's place.

"You'll never know unless you open the door" said the towering voice.

Placing the book on the beautiful Oriental carpet she had also found in the once abonaded cabin, the young girl rose to her feet. She ran a hand through her jet-black wavy locks, and opened the door. There on the door step stood a huge wolf in a long shaggy coat.

"Are you a talking werewolf ?" she ask.

"Why yes I am. Are you afraid of the Loup Garou people? I can change my appearance to something more suitable if it will make you more comfortable. Perhaps you would prefer a snow leopard, a panther, or a tiger?"

"Are you a good wolf, or a bad wolf?"

"My dear, that is a question that has been ask much to often, and to answer it would take hours, perhaps days. The wolf shook the snow from it's long coat as if he were a rotating fifty-five barrel drum. "I'm hungry and thirsty, and you did ask for a friend and teacher didn't you?"

"Oh! So you have come in answer to my query about the book?"

"No sweetheart, I was just in the neighbor hood, thought I would drop by and introduce myself."

Ualaxy smiled, and the wolf smiled too.

"Then by all means, please wipe those hairy big feet of yours and come in."

"Thank you."said the wolf and he stepped into the cabin's living room. He stood by the stove, his coat dripping from the remaining melting snow that he hadn't manged to shake off.

"May I offer you something to drink? What do werewolves like to drink?"

Again the wolf smiled, showing his large white teeth. "My, my, my, you really do have a lot to learn don't you? You know nothing of the "skinwalkers" that live in the Northern Regions?"

"Skinwalkers? No. I can't say that I've ever heard of a Skinwalker? I saw a Skywalker once in the history files. Of course, that was aboard the spaceship before it crash landed on this planet."

"Surely you're pulling my tail." said the werewolf.

"Why I wouldn't think of doing such a think." she said putting her hands on her hips and arching a brow. That wouldn't be a nice thing to do now would it?"

Outside, and not far up the hill in the thick forest howls erupted. "Ahwooo, Ahwooo." A coral of howls arose in various forms of harmony, a rather wild and scary, "Ahwooo." trailed off into the night.

"Pay no attention to that dog-faced pack of rabbit chasers." said the Loup Garou. "They're looking for a free meal. Have you been throwing table scraps out the window?"

Ualaxy sheepishly nodded her head yes and smiled. "I couldn't let the poor things starve."

"You are not afraid of the Roux-Ga-Roux Voodo Hoodoost Queens?" ask the shaggy wolf.

Ualaxy shook her head. "Of course not. What a silly question. Why? Where I come from, we put collars around their necks and keep them as pets. Haven't you ever heard of the Iditarod wolf sled races of the Arctic regions on Earth?" Franky Naidanac and the Akaslan teams are the fastest and the bravest of them all."

The wolfs yellow eyes became very wide at the thought. His lips snarled, showing all his big white fangs.

On the back of the stove sat a crock pot of spiced cider that made the room smell of apples and cinnamon. Ualaxy had found the ingredients in the cabins kitchen cabinets. The cabinets were stocked with many things she had never see before. She had been use to eating and drinking the prepackaged food in tubes of tasteless nourishment while on board the ship. Now she enjoyed preparing real food an drinks that appeared by some kind magic.

"Do wolves here drink mulled hot apple cider?'

"A cup of spiced apple cider sounds good to warm my bones. Thank you."

"I can make you a chicken sandwich if you like."

"Ahem, apple cider and a chicken sandwich?

"Ahwooos" continued outside in the snowy night.

"Make sure you never throw any chicken to that bunch," the wolf twitched his long ears and nodded his head sideways towards the window that looked on the forest, "or they'll be hanging around day-and-night looking for more."

Ualaxy picked up the lamp and went into the small kitchen to fix a chicken sandwich. The werewolf wagging its tail was right behind her.