Mark Ponyboy Peters

And rest assured you will all find out how Ben and Sam are doing in the next story!

Yup! Congratulations @weinerdog!!! You win the Kewpie Doll! 😁

August 2003 - Tim - ‘Okay then, so does somebody here want to bring me up to speed and tell me what the hell happened and just how the hell I got here, ‘cause I’m feeling a bit left out of the loop at the moment? And you better start at the very beginning please . . . I mean, like, from school, seeing as some of us apparently go back that far,’ Ben demanded. We had all gathered in the visitors’ room just down the corridor from the ward they had moved Ben into after h

Thank you, @Ivor Slipper

Oh yes. It's a well-known fact that champion mares rarely produce their equals . . . however, their daughters and grand daughters often do. It's all a bit hit-and-miss though . . . and that's one of the reasons I like hearing stories similar to the one from this years Melbourne Cup. Bred just down the road from where I live (about 45 minutes away) and from a mare that only cost $1000. Just shows that anyone can strike it lucky with the Sport of Kings! You've got to be in it to win it!

Ahhh... yes ... those females I know well!

Flipper was stuck in Florida ... and as talented a macropod that Skippy might be, she only ever mastered the occasional dip in the Hawkesbury River. Deep sea diving just wasn't her go! 😛

August 2003 - Samantha - The Intensive Care ward of the Macquarie Harbour Hospital was much like I expected it to be. Sterile. Cold. Smelling of disinfectant. Lots of machines going 'beep . . . beep . . . beep . . .' Nurses and doctors were rushing here and there. Anxious family members fearful of what was happening with their loved ones. Then add to that the occasional sound of crying or wailing. When I first came here two weeks ago, following Ben's

A little magic, a touch of mystery, throw in the spark of a possible romance . . . then add a Dragon!!! Sounds like the makings of spell with which will come a whole lot of adventure and excitement, to me! Loving it!

August 2003 - Ben - Nothing. That's all there was. No sounds. No light. Just this huge, dark emptiness, as if I had fallen into an abyss, deep and unending. I felt like I had been away some place. Some place far away, but now I was slowly coming back, my senses and awareness gradually returning, although with still nothing there to actually feel or hear, just an awareness that I was . . . errr . . . here. Very scary. Then it happened. Somewhere in the dista

@Summerabbacat I had heard of "this thing" years ago ... but it has only been recently that I had discovered myself that it had a name! lol

July 2003 - Matt - It wasn’t long after Cye headed below decks, to make sure that Ben and Justin didn’t drink all of the coffee, that Ben joined me in the wheelhouse. The weather wasn’t getting any better, rain was lashing against the windows of the wheelhouse and the boat was rocking from side to side, but I seemed to be managing alright for my first stint as pilot. I was actually feeling pretty happy with myself, and I guess that Cye must have thought the same, see

If only I could give this a 🤣 and a ❤️ ... lol

July 2003 - Justin - With an easterly drizzle coming in, which only served to dampen both our clothes and our spirits, I waved goodbye to Scott from the deck of the Wanderer this morning, just like I did on most mornings after he had dropped me off at the wharves in the wee dark hours. It is now July and winter has finally arrived on the north coast, making up for its late start this year by keeping the skies constantly dark, our clothes constantly wet and the seas c

Thank you for this.