lynnspotter

Thanks for your story mouse! I used to LOVE horseback riding! I had already passed the torch to Doug for the next ThinkWrite, so be sure & write again in that thread!!

mouse

I'm new to this so please bear with me if I mess up-- My humble narrative :

The young man stood as if possessed by her startling beauty. She was an amazing thoroughbred. He had on many occasions observed enduring qualities as she ran free as the wind in the open field.
Now, the moment had come when he would slip his foot into the stirrup. His knees shaking in anticipation as he sat in the saddle and wondered if he was worthy to ride such an elegant beast. He knew he must take up the yoke of courage and conquer his fear. He gently eased his heels into her side ,and with a gasp of air, both rider and stead where off on an adventure.

Doug

Thanks Lynspotter! It is quite an honor to be the torchbearer and on my birthday to boot! Its off to the "war zone" for me (work) in a few minutes. I'll get started on the next list in the morning. Thanks again!

lynnspotter

Thanks for your entries KM, Dragon, & Doug! REALLY enjoyed them! KM, I'd be one to save the sow-I used to try to catch baby pigs when a girl- scared many people with my antics! Dragon, ain't that just like life!? Ingenious using ALL the word lists + homonyms BOTH ways!!!! Doug , I could say you won on shear volume, ALL your writing is great, but the OVB tale made me howl with laughter!! SO, on to ThinkWrite XVIV or XIX or what ever 19 is in Romanese!!! Congrats Doug!!! Wright ON!!!!

kmkagle

HE LOVES LUCY

The soldier was proud to lead his troops through the field. The farmer was looking over the barnyard, proud of his hard work. The old sow, Lucy, was ready to tear through the wooden gate at the entrance of the sty. She had a nasty wound received from an attack by the bull brought in two days ago and nothing could console her. The poor thing, was so badly hurt there was no comfort for her.

The troops looked hungrily around the farm, eyeing Lucy and imagining the feast they could have. Farmer Jones ambled up to the soldier who seemed to head the group, “best not get any ideas about my girl Lucy.” Don’t worry farmer, we ain’t got any intention of touching your pig.” Just want to make sure you know my feelings soldier. I can provide you with some vitals. At that, he made a bow with his head and walked away. The farmer began with the first row of corn and began filling the bag. Sitting under the trees, the troops watched as Farmer Jones gathered the food for their meal. They would have a feast that fit for a king.