it's summer... thus no school.if you're sponsored and you have an offer of a uni/college place, actually visa's aren't expensive. also, Rhyder and Caleb have had a sort of agreement about the horses. plus, it's not like he won't be earning money at rodeos.
Rhydian drove up to the college with trepidation. Sam had allowed him the wheel of the truck now he wasn’t wearing his sling, Caleb and Bryce were in the back so he wouldn’t get distracted, and Rhydian had tried to think of anything other than the growing, nagging, gnawing feeling this was just all some massive and colossal joke. They were going to get there and Hunter Morris would laugh him off the campus. There was no way he of all people, could be this lucky.
The campus was only about ten mi
it's 10am on a sunday. i should be up, about and at the farm. however, i drank mead last night, and therefore i am still in bed and not leaving until the laptop battery runs out.
i never revised and edited the one i wrote in 2008. *shrug* and i've only just started to read the one i wrote last year which i have never actually read. come and join us anyway
If not now KC, when?
Ladies, gentlemen, and those of you who are yet to make up your minds,
there is less than a month left before NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). a bunch of authors all around the globe dive right in to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days or less. it's fun, it's scary, and it's awesome.
So, who else is thinking that they might NaNo this year?
it is three minutes past one in the morning and my husband is inviting me to come to bed.
.....why the hell am i still here talking to you people? *runs*
Well, she sold her/their horse without telling him and she's moved away to uni, their not what you would call that close. he used to follow her around, purely for lack of anything better to do. now he has a life of his own.and that conversation is supposed to be a bit rushed, you'll see why later.
The steer was not happy, that much was obvious. There was no time to shout, though Rhydian realised the strangled yell issued as he fell on his back was indeed his. One of the steer’s horns scraped along his front, his shirt snapped open and the cloth caught and ripped, then hooves were landing on his ribs. When the steer snorted and vanished from his vision he was surprised to find Jase wrestling it away from him.
He tried to breath.
Breath.
Breath.
It wouldn’t come, there was no air. Shura