Proud to be a Cowgirl.

Riding across pastures through lush green grass.

Listening to the squeak of your saddle as you ride back, tired from a day of hard work moving cattle.

Humming a song as you canter to the rhythm.

Moving cattle down the alleyway to work them in the chute.

Capturing the beauty of a horse and rider silhouette.

Watching the dogs do their work of herding the cattle.

Letting your horse bite the cattle when they won’t move.

Hosing off your horse after a long days work.

Sliding off your boots and hat so you can go inside to sleep…. Or just go back out to do the chores.

It may not always be easy, but in the end it’s worth it.

I’m proud to wear my spurs.

I’m proud to wear my hat.

I’m proud of each one of those spots of manure on my jeans.

I’m proud to be a cowgirl.

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The Ferocious Loosh- I mean, Eash.

Sinker burst into the pups’ pen and everyone surrounded him immediately.

He shook with excitment. “Oh…oh g-g-g-GUYYYYYS!!! IT was… s-s-sooooooo s-sca-SCARY!!!! The- the the THING tried to… to.. KILL MEEE!!!” He flopped over in dramatic affect.

Vik hovered over him and raised an eyebrow. “Wow… that was dramatic.” He said straight faced. Bobber would usually be quick to comfort the suffering pups, but when it came to sinker and his dramatizing… ehh..

“It.. it closed around my NECK, and it pulled me into it’s precisive domains of dreariness!!!” He shuddered at the thought and took a quick sip of water.

Vik paused, one paw still in the air. “Wait a second… ” He looked at Sinker and sniffed his neck. “Yep, yes, I know it is. I’m sure of it.” He raised his chin in the air and smiled. “You’ve been wearing the Loosh.” Everyone stopped and stared at Vik.

“The… Loosh?” Bobber asked, staring at Vik, confused. Zag snorted, “Hogwash! There’s no such word. Or .. thing. It was called an Eash.” Bobber’s gaze pivoted over to Zag. “An… Eash? What is this Looeash you guys are talking about?” Sinker looked equally confused.

Sinker raised his head in the air, “All I know, is it’s one deadly machine. And she’s usin’ it for her powers.” Bobber licked Sinker, “Master wouldn’t do that. She’s not like that. She’s nice! And I don’t think she has … powers.”

Vik jumped in, “Oh yes she does! She has a LOT of power. She’s AWESOME!!” Bobber stared at Vik. “Now who’s being dramatic?” Bobber mumbled.

Zag just watched them all. “You guys know, she’s actually just… well.. she’s using it for her secret plans to capture all of us some day. I hate to agree with HIM,” He shoved Vik in the shoulder, “but… she does have powers. And she’s gonna turn against us!”

“No no NO.” Vik said, pushing Zag back. “She’s NICE… N-O-O-S-E! Or .. something like that. .. The Loosh-”


“is used for GOOD purposes! She TOLD me so.. ” Vik smiled.

Sinker looked at him doubtfully. “She didn’t even tell ME what it was. All I know is that the Loosh is scary.”

“It’s an EASH.” Zag cut in. No one was listening, so he walked over to the corner to go to sleep.

“So Vik, tell us your adventure!!” Bobber asked, jumping around excitedly. Vik took a deep breath and Zag rolled his eyes.

“Well.. Master came and opened the gate. THEN, she let me out, and I ran STRAIGHT to her. Then we tore across the yard, and ran with her, the wind blowing my hair around.”

“This is boring.” Sinker added in, “I want an adventure.” Vik gave him a glare, and continued. “As we made it down to the field, I saw something. It was GIANT, and GREEN! BUT I KNEW I could out power it.” He flexed his muscles. “I stood my ground and protected Master. It would have scared you to death, Sinker.” He added quickly. Sinker opened his mouth, but Vik continued. “As we neared it, It turned, and I saw a figure inside. It was pretty scary… but not for ME. I protected Master til we got back and then she told me how good of a boy I was, and put me away.” He finished triumphantly, and climbed off the pile of dirt. “see, it’s not scary, Sinker’s just a wimp.”

“Am NOT.” Sinker retorted. “I was just trying to tell you the TRUTH of it, so that Bobber didn’t get nearly KILLED by it, like me! Here, I’ll tell you MY story.” He cleared his throat. “Master got me out on this thing, and called me. Of COURSE I didn’t want to come, I’d rather bark all night at Auntie and Cousin Flare! But NOOO…so she pulled me to that GATE, and out. I jumped around, but she never let go! I thought for SURE I could out power her, but NO, she’s got POWERS, I tell you-POOOOWERS!!!! And then-”

Zag walked out of his corner and growled at Sinker, making him back off the ‘stage’ and fall in the water pan. Zag smirked, and walked onto the dirt pile. Bobber helped Sinker out of the water pan and scowled at Zag. “I believe you need to hear MY story. Sinker’s is just lame.. It’s pretty much the same as Vik’s…but I was MUCH better than that little…. thing.” He glared at the large hero, much more handsome than his scrawny self. “When I got back, master told me a story, and told me how amazing I was at lying down, and at walking. She was SOOO happy with me. She barely even told Vik that he was GOOD. Then she let me off the Eash.”

“Loosh! It’s a -”

“And put me back in the pen. And I come to her every SINGLE NIGHT. See, she LIKES ME.”

“YEAH RIGHT! You won’t EVER come to her, and she chased you around forever and EVER tonight!” Sinker added in.
“Yeah!” Vik said. Bobber just backed away, sensing an argument on the way. He decided it was time to get some sleep..and he hoped that whenever the Loosh- or Eash- came to get him, that he could face it as Vik did. Although Vik was more courageous than him.

Written by ‘Master’.

Writing Practice.

She leaned close to the mare, breathing in the wonderful scent of horse. That was the one animal smell she had always loved. She weaved her fingers into it’s mane, and scratched the soft fur underneath. As she rubbed her soft cheek on the horses, she felt her heart melt in adore. She felt the horse’s head wrap around her body and couldn’t help but lay her head against it and throw her arms around it’s neck.


She breathed in rugged gasps as she tore through the woods. She tripped over a root and barely caught herself, for she was looking back so often. The wind make her hair whirl wildly in her face and she could barely see where she was going in the dark of night. She heard the noises from behind her though and knew they were still following her. She grabbed a tree and swung herself behind it, trying to calm her racing heart. Listening closely, she heard the footsteps and clung to the tree, it’s rough bark digging into her palm. She closed her eyes, hoping that whoever it was wouldn’t see her. She hoped that her dark cloak and clothes would help her blend in. Her heart froze in place when she felt a hand upon her shoulder and a wicked laugh.


She felt the pain course through her body as she opened her eyes. Where am I?ย  she wondered in disbelief. Nothing around her looked familiar. She had never felt so utterly confused. For, as hard as she searched, she didn’t know where she was at, or even- who she was. She knew nothing at all. She stood up and nearly lost her balance as she became lightheaded. A young man came into sight and sat her back down again. She wanted to ask all the questions filling up her mind, but she felt like she was about to vomit, so she simply stayed sitting until she felt good enough to talk. Worry filled the young man’s eyes. He looked about 18, but she couldn’t be sure. “Wh- who are you?” She asked, finding her voice.

“Jo…don’t you…don’t you remember me?” He asked, his eyes filled with pain.



“Yeah right….” he hesitated “ME OH MY IT IS A DRAGON… RUUUUN!!!!”


She walked down the quiet street, her footsteps puffing dust everywhere. She brushed it off of her mini-shorts and huffed. She didn’t want to be dirty. She looked up at the dark sky and felt as if she was walking through an old western. She got to the corner where the thrift store.. wait a minute. The thrift store was supposed to be right there! She glanced around. All of the buildings were old and worn out. She walked another step and jumped to the side when she stepped on something. She glanced down at the ground to see a gun laying there! She picked it up with big eyes. What was going on? Right as she was about to set it down again, she heard a deep voice from behind her.
“Now what do you think you’re doin’ with that gun, little lady?”


Sadness filled her heart as they walked back to the truck. She knew there was nothing she could do to change it, but she wanted to so badly.She heard them drive off, but couldn’t see it in the blur of her tears. Just those few army men, and it changed so much. That one decision. This one consequence. That one choice. This one heartache. But this heartache- this consequence, is going to last so much longer than the choice did.

Final TIWC-True Love

Character prompt.:
I just want to say I absolutely LOVE LOVE this prompt. BTW, this is Jaylee.



-A heartbreak

-True love

-Something accomplished/found/won (what she accomplished was that she found the true love and her friendship)

-A betrayal

A Pencil

True Love.

Friendship. This word means a relationship between friends. I don’t have that. I probably never will. The last ‘friendship’ I had didn’t work. It broke. Betrayal. That’s what I call it. An act of deliberate disloyalty. That’s what it means. True friends don’t betray. Friendship is something not many people truly have. I’m one who doesn’t have it- probably never will. No one really likes me. Last time I had a ‘friendship’, the person told me that they didn’t like me. I was too unusual. Too ‘weird’.

She pulled the pencil away from the paper, feeling that there was nothing else to write. Jaylee didn’t have friends. She had finally decided that no one wanted to be her friend. That was fine with her. A tear leaked out and dripped onto the piece of paper, slowly darkening into it and smudging the blue lines. She half expected other tears to come, but none did. She had already lost most of the tears. Her loss of friends had broken her heart.ย Her heart had healed, but not straight. There was still a scar. Still a hurting spot. Jaylee knew that it wasn’t ever going to stop hurting. She looked up from where she was sitting in the sun on the dock and saw three girls in a canoe. One was standing up in it, the other two laughing.

Jaylee at once could sense that those kids had true friendship. If it had have been longer ago, she would have probably jumped into the water to swim over and introduce herself. But she simply looked away and pushed herself off the wood. She walked back past the cabins, glancing over at her house as she passed. She tossed her notebook onto the ground by her house as she walked by and then sat on the ground behind her house. She had no friends, no family- not any that counted at least. The only family she had was her mom- who didn’t even love her. Jaylee didn’t think she even knew what love meant. She’d have to look for it in the dictionary.

Jaylee’s heart ached for someone to tell her those three words that she longed so much to hear. For someone to actually love her. For someone to hug her tight and tell her everything would be alright, and help her move on. To get over losing her friends, her family’s love, her spirit, and most of all, her daddy. Just one look into her eyes and you could tell that they held no more hope, no spirit, no character. They were stained with sadness. They could never laugh again. They were so serious, so hurt. Her mouth always pressed in a tight line. Her lips didn’t feel like they could ever curve upwards again. Her tangled hair, in waves over her face. Her lips were chapped from nervously licking them. There wasn’t any reason for hope. Hope had dissolved. Nothing remained. There was no reason to live. No reason that she was even here. Jaylee’s face hardened as she glared at the innocent trees. But she didn’t want to be hard. She wanted for anything just to have someone to love her. To hug her as her daddy used to. She hung her head and squeezed her eyes shut. But the tears fell anyways. Her anger melted into sadness and her lip trembled as she sobbed. Her heart felt so empty. She couldn’t fill it with anything. She didn’t know how to fix it. There was no one left who could help.

“Excuse me? Are you alright?” She was interrupted as a girl peeked around the house, concern in her green eyes. Jaylee sniffed and looked up at the girl.

“I- I’m fine.” She snuffed. Jaylee was surprised when the girl sat down beside her and smiled politely.

“You might be wondering why I’m here… Well. I just felt like God wanted me to come to you and tell you about His love. Soo…”

And at that moment, whether she knew it or not, Jaylee had found her True Loveย that she was looking for. As well as her friendship.


Pretty bad… oh well! ๐Ÿ˜‰ Thanks for reading! OH! And I decided to do a different story for NaNo than I had said before.. I’m pretty excited about it though! ๐Ÿ™‚ My sister helped me form the idea SO much more! ๐Ÿ˜€ She’s also helping with names. She’s great! ๐Ÿ˜‰ ๐Ÿ˜› Haha!

What have you been up to lately?

Have you written any stories recently?

For God’s glory,


TIWC 5- Alone but Together part 4

Hello writers and bloggers alike! ๐Ÿ™‚ It’s been a long time since I wrote a part of Alone but Together! Soo… here are the first three parts:

Alone but together part three.

Alone but together part two.

ย Alone but together part one.

Here, hold on a sec while I read the past part so that I can write the next good! ๐Ÿ˜‰ Got it! ๐Ÿ˜‰ Wow…what a weird series.. ๐Ÿ˜› Haha! Here are the prompts:

Waiting: Daily Writing Prompt - Writers Write Creative Blog: PENCIL (that’s a prompt)

Alone but Together part 4:

Audrey’s jaw shook as she squeezed her eyes shut, the tears dripping out.

“Carson, please!” She pleaded, thinking that somehow he would just come to the realization that what he was doing was wrong. He clutched her shoulders again and his eyes narrowed. Audrey winced as his fingers squeezed tight on her. Suddenly she wished for the Carson that didn’t do anything. She pushed her hands out and felt them come into contact with his sweaty shirt. But then something gave way where she had pushed, and Carson crumpled to the ground, unconscious once more. Audrey’s curiosity overcame her and she knelt by him, making sure he was out. When she was sure he was, she tried to find where she had pushed again.ย Here…no..maybe here…she thought, pushing on the places where it had been before. It had felt like… a button almost. She retrieved the manual again, only taking her eyes off Carson enough to see where she was walking. Once she got the small book, she flipped to the page- number 43- and looked at what was there. It all looked the same, but there was one more thing written at the bottom in tiny lettering. It was so small that Audrey had to squint to read it.

Well done. The rest is up to you. ~Timothy.

Well that’s helpful. Audrey thought, glancing back at Carson again. She was curious who Timothy was…but that was a mystery for a different time. She walked back over and pictured herself where she had been before with Carson, then shoved her hands forward in the same manner. She felt the same thing give this time, and opened her eyes hastily, not wanting to lose this opportunity to find where the points were. Sure enough, there were two little spots that pushed in. It must have been on the metal plate that the book talked about. So there really was a way to over power him. She sat back on her toes, astonished. Carson blinked and then opened his eyes slowly. Audrey backed up a couple steps and her eyes got big. Surely the same thing wouldn’t happen again. Carson looked confused for a moment, then sat up.

“Au-Audrey?” He stuttered, looking shocked. Audrey let out a sigh and sunk to the ground, exhausted- and relieved that he had recognized her. Carson slowly stood up and walked over to her. She couldn’t help but scoot a little further away when he sat down next to her, afraid that he might still not be himself. His eyebrows pinched together and a look of hurt entered his eyes when she looked away from him.

“Audrey? What happened?” Audrey didn’t know how to tell him, so she went over to where she had left the book…- the book! Where was the book!? I know I left it right there! she thought anxiously. But the book wasn’t on the log where she had laid it, neither was it on the ground next to the log. “Magic book.” She muttered to herself, walking back over to where Carson was.

“It’s.. it’s a long story.” She said uneasily. Right as she was about to plunge into it, he held up a hand, stopping her.

“Wait. Audrey… I… I know what happened. I remember it now.. it’s just… I don’t want to think about it.” He looked away and took a deep breath. “But… it was like I didn’t know you, you were the enemy. I… I had to fight you. So.. I did. But then you… you touched something that made me black out. The only possible way to over power me- and you did it the first time. I don’t know exactly what happened to me, Audrey. But.. I don’t want to. All I know is that I don’t want to be what I was a few minutes ago.”

Audrey nodded, unable to find any words, and Carson continued, “After it happened, when I was still asleep…they had taken me over. They said I would be come a traitor. Maybe I would have. But I just did what it made me do. I didn’t have a choice. I was evil, so that made me want to do it. They said I had a choice…but they lied. I’m not that. I’m not some evil guy.” He paused, looking around. “Where are we anyways? This place doesn’t look anything like New England.”

Audrey had to let out a quiet chuckle at that. “I don’t think this is New England. I don’t rightly know where it is…” It definitely wasn’t their home- New England. When Audrey was younger, she would watch her dad sail away from them on his journeys. She would sit in the grass until the sun went down, then skip back to the house. She had loved to go to that place to play. To go. But then that awful day… when Audrey’s dad hadn’t come back. She saw the ship come and ran to it… But no one got off. No one was steering. Just an eerie, empty boat.ย  Audrey sighed at the memory and walked over to her previous pile of wood to put some on the now-gone-out fire. Carson pulled a stick out from under the log and started sketching, absentmindedly, in the dirt. “‘Wish I had a pencil.” He muttered. It felt so weird to be here- away from the few friends they had, home, familiar settings, and with Carson all wacko. Audrey set her chin in her hands, not wanting to fix the fire up anymore. They were Together- but still alone.


This wasn’t a very good part…and I know it’s late. But I’m hoping it will still count? I was going to do it yesterday, but we had a sleepover, and I didn’t have any time to. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ ๐Ÿ˜ฅ Sorry Team Pencil!!!! I still did this though!!!

Inspiration for Writing.

Hello! Needing ways to find inspiration?


Today in church we sung the song ‘Moment by Moment’. There aren’t very many songs that give me inspiration for writing…but somehow that was one of them. ๐Ÿ™‚ It was good… Songs can be good inspiration.

A few that have inspired me to write are Fight Song, Good fight (unspoken), and Tomorrow. You should check them out. But there are other kinds of inspiration as well… ๐Ÿ™‚

Other books:

I get Inspiration from others’ books as well. It sounds pretty bad, but a lot of the time, I’ll read a pretty oddly written book, and make it my goal to write one better than that! Haha! But books can be a good inspiration! The story itself, a certain part in it..etc!


Movies!? DEFINITELY! ๐Ÿ˜› I probably get the most of my inspiration from movies! :O ๐Ÿ™‚ Mainly superhero movies. It makes me really want to write! It’s good motivation! Marvel movies are the best. Haha! ๐Ÿ˜› Spiderman is good too.. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Football movies are usually good inspiration too! But superhero movies are a lot of fun! ๐Ÿ™‚


Also, other people that you see somewhere are often inspiration- for me at least. I may see someone standing next to me, and decide to use their attitude- or looks- or any other number of things, in my book! I often use peoples’ looks in my stories.

Sooo…really, anything can be inspiration! It may be inspiration for a totally different story idea, or for one you’re in the middle of writing, and gives you motivation to keep writing it! ๐Ÿ™‚ Fun, right? Anyhoo, I MAINLY get MY inspiration from…my life- myself.. stuff like that! ๐Ÿ™‚ From being with my awesome sisters. And my brain is constantly full of ideas anyways. I know it’s hard for some writers to get ideas and inspiration… but for me- I can’t STOP thinking of ideas usually! Haha! ๐Ÿ™‚ If you ever need an idea, you can ask me, and I’ll probably be able to give you something!

Writing is definitely one of my hobbies. It’s so much fun, and even if you don’t feel like writing, you can read, and get inspiration from that! ๐Ÿ™‚ For so long I didn’t really feel like writing, but once I read Misty’s amazing book (Shadows- it’s coming out in Oct, so BUY IT THEN!) I had SO much inspiration to write!

What is inspiration exactly? Well,ย  in MY vocab, it can be either something that makes you want to write, or something that gives you a specific idea of what to write!

According to the computer, it’s:

The process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, especially to do something creative.

Yeah… something like that..but I don’t know why the computer always has to sound so smart… *shakes head* Oh well, I gues- Oh dear! XD I forgot one of the BEST ways of motivation/inspiration!

Writing Prompts:

There are SO many on pinterest! And if you look at writing challenges, you can find so many ones on there as well that I don’t think anyone would have a problem with you using! ๐Ÿ™‚ They’re great!


National Novel Writing Month! It is where you go in November to start writing a story at the beginning of November, and see if you can get it done by the end of November! :O ๐Ÿ™‚ Fun, right?! Yes! ๐Ÿ˜‰ I’ve never done it before, but I am this year, and I’ve got a story that I think will be fun. ๐Ÿ™‚

Soo…feeling inspired? WELL!? GO WRITE!!! If you need something to just get a kickoff in writing again, then action is fun! And it doesn’t have to be a whole book! You can just write stories! Write something fun… like someone that’s trying to escape a bunch of killers chasing them in the woods..or someone in a car accident. Or a kid that’s trying to rescue his dog from a bunch of dog thieves… and figures out that his sister was kidnapped by the same people! It can be something WILD! But it’s better to write something that is really bad writing, then not write at all. You can only get better. By writing more, figuring out what person, tense, and genre you like to write, you can personalize your writing more for YOU! ๐Ÿ™‚ Just write! ๐Ÿ™‚ It’s fun- believe me. It might look awful at first, but it’ll get better. Practice makes perfect. But only perfect practice. Meaning that you still have to give it your BEST when you practice, or else you won’t get anywhere. BUT, like I said before, it doesn’t ALWAYS have to be your BEST. Editing is good…but you can always do that later. First drafts are great as well. ๐Ÿ™‚ My longest book I’ve ever written was 23,000 words long, and I started it when I was EIGHT! ๐Ÿ˜‰ It was pretty awful. It was about two German Shepherds that solved mysteries. Blackie and Peanut! I’ve always loved writing adventure stuff, as you can tell if you read that ‘book’. Haha! They got tons of broken bones, and had to track bad guys, and saved people from rattle snakes, their barn got burned down, one got chased by a bear. Yeah. Haha! ๐Ÿ™‚

So… write. Writing is a great tool. Or…at least- it can be.

When you write, keep in mind that God is the one who gave you your talent, there are a lot of you that really do have talent. REALLY. ๐Ÿ™‚ You need to use it to glorify God thought… even if it’s just that one of your characters is a Christian, and you mention how great God’s creation is…that’s good. But think about everything that God did for you!! The LEAST you could do is mention him in a BOOK. ๐Ÿ˜‰

So, are you going to go write? Sorry for the boring post! Haha! Hopefully I can write my TIWC challenge entry soon still..but I needed to post this!BYE! Have a great day! Or great rest of your day.. ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ™‚
~K.A~ 996 words.. oh, there’s 999… Bye! ๐Ÿ™‚