Bravery and Fear

The shadows begin to dance. A black shape stretches forth from the dim nothingness. It awakens a fear which only it can. It fills you with cold terror and emptiness. Then suddenly flames begin to dance in front of your blurry eyes. They drive away the black terror and dancing shadows. They light your eyes and dance up your arms. Their warmth fills you and surrounds you like a blanket. Then they slip away before you can call them back, and the dark terror returns, filling you again with cold bleakness.

The feeling of real fear and true bravery.

A Mustang Story

A Mustang Story

Winds blowing across a frozen lake,
Galloping, galloping, galloping.
Rain beating against rough sand,
Hoof beats sounding, seeming to sing.

Brown hooves and grey stone,
Clashing together.
Never to be caught,
Never a tether.

Mane all tangled and windblown,
Tail streaming out behind in a feathery banner.
Burrs in you coat, tickling your back,
Bucking in a crazy manner.

Sing to the wind,
Your sweet song.
Beautiful and loving,
Not too short, or too long.

Rain slowing down,
And stopping.
Clouds fly away, sun peaks out,
No more water, leaving you sopping.

Finish your song,
Bask in the sun.
Night falls upon you,
Day is done.

Night

Silent as an owl during day,
Dark as pitch,
As dawn approaches, turning grey,
Towing day along behind.

Never escaping the rays of the sun,
Cold as death's icy fingers.
Day is the mother, you are the son,
The stars are your sisters.

A Flower For Every Month

Roses bloom in January,
Daisies are for February,
Lilies are beautiful in March,
Violets open their petals in April,
And Bluebells ring during May.
Tulips blossom for June,
July's flower is Sweet Pea.
August clings to Daffodils,
While September's flower is Geraniums.
Morning Glories bloom in October,
And Alyssums blossom in November.
Lastly comes December with Zinnias.

Trouble With Words

For centuries, our world has grown on words. The minds of the greatest authors are proof of this. Civilization clings to words like glue to your finger. The most obvious point that I see is that we need words to survive. Without words, we would have no way to express our joys and sorrows. Words are emotions. They help us bring forth new feelings and ideas we never knew we had. They can impose upon us the need to use them. Words are a gift that everyone has within their grasp, and it is up to us to snatch them while the opportunity lasts.

The trouble with words as I see it, is chat. Our scientific minds have turned to cotton balls and yarn with this new "development". It breeds stupidity and lack of knowledge. With chat, words become crude and harsh under the fingers of their creators. A beautiful sentence such as this, "I have to leave now." can be shortened into a ugly strings of letters like this "G2G".

Are you a lover of literature? Do you lament the fact that the majority of civilization has gone down the tubes with chat? If you are, you can do something about this injustice to life. It is up to us lovers of literature to strengthen the words in our life. We can use them more and more to express ourselves. In this way, we can help the greater population of people to adopt words into their lives again, like a sickly plant stretches to the sun after weeks in the shadows.

Note: This article was inspired by the Words Matter Week.

"The Mysterious Benedict Society" Book Review

Are you ready to read about some mind-bending tests? Reynie, Sticky, Kate, and Constance race the clock to discover the answers to these tests before their time runs out. But their reward is something very different than they expected. Their love of truth that they all share is something that twists the plot of this story into unimaginable problems that will keep the readers on the edge of their seats.

Dreamriver Valley Acres

Hello All,

Welcome to the Dreamriver Valley Acres blog post. I customize models with acrylic paints as well as soft pastels. Sometimes I collaborate with both types of mediums on a custom. So far, my bodies have been Breyer, Stone and Schleich. I started my herd many years ago and it hasn't stopped growing yet!

I am starting to do commissions, so check out the models I've already customized and also look at my prices. Enjoy yourself while looking at my site. Any problems or something you think you'd like to see? There's a contact page on this site, so don't worry.

Please check out my Live Show page to see my Eureka Live winnings. I'm so proud of them!

New things are being added to Dreamriver Valley Acres. Please check back often to see new and exciting things pop up on Dreamriver Valley Acres! Thank you for visiting us!

Regards,
~♥Dreamriver Valley Acres♥~

A Letter

Dear Readers,
Yesterday I went to the park. What a time I had! Feeding the ducks was so fun, especially when they nibble the ends of your fingers with their rubbery beaks. Have you ever felt duck down? To touch it is so soft! No wonder the mothers never break their eggs keeping them warm.
I find that going to the park is one of my favorite pastimes. You can always smell the daisies during springtime, especially after it has rained. And when the wind blows your hair back, creating loud ripples in the water, you can shut your eyes and pretend you’re sailing in a storm.
Yesterday it rained in the morning, so the grass was damp when I went to the park. The ducks seem to enjoy the rainy weather; I can’t imagine why. One of the mother ducks hatched her eggs while I was there. It is so funny to see them so young. They look like little dandelions floating in the pond.
After I fed them the last of the bread, it began to rain again. My umbrella was left at home, so I had to use the bread wrapper as a shield against the cold drops. Needless to say Mother was not happy when I came back home, sopping and muddy.
So as you can see, I had so much fun. I’m looking forwards to my next trip tomorrow. Mother wouldn’t let me go today, seeing as it was pouring this morning. She says that I’ll catch a chill in this weather, but I think she just doesn’t like me spending so much time with my duck friends.
Write back soon. I look forwards to hearing about your eventful days.
Warmly,
The Author

(Please note that this letter was constructed by me, using my imagination only. I did not actually do the things in this letter.)

Can You Guess?

I am warm, snugly, and I like to stay close to you.
My styles can vary, but my purpose is always the same.
I never have short sleeves, but always long.
Everybody loves me during the cold days of winter.
I am usually casual, but can be made dressier for special occasions.

What am I?

A Bunch Of Laughs

Random Profile Questions

Here are some random questions that my profile has given me. I hope you find some of them as witty as I do.

Question: Your people want to make a statue in your honor. What will it be made out of and what victory will it commemorate?
My Answer: I would have it made of marshmallows, and it would stand for my victory over carbohydrates.

Question: The first time you had your shoes taken off - how surprised were you to see that you still had toes?
My Answer: Very. At first I thought they were just big blisters.

Question: You've rented a sky-writer to propose to your significant other, but it's completely overcast. What will you do?
My Answer: Dye the sky-writer.

Question: The love potion you made tastes terrible. How will you drink it?
My Answer: Who said anything about me drinking it? I made it for the neighbor's watch dog.

Question: What spells can you cast with magic markers?
My Answer: I'd tell you if I hadn't erased my book of spells with the magic eraser that went with them.

Question: You've been entered in a shadow puppet contest. What's your best pose?
My Answer: I have stage fright and I have goosebumps, so my friend suggested I try a chicken.

Question: Why does the color blue mean raspberry-flavored?
My Answer: I've often wondered that myself...

Question: You're in the grocery store with a broken cart. How will you ever be that hungry?
My Answer: When I'm on a diet.

Question: You've got to make contact with the alien leader. How will you tell when the conversation is finished?
My Answer: When he hangs up on me.