Is that a Native American name? I think it is really cool. I just finished reading your poem, "Buffalo Spirits," and you were able to tell so much from just a few words. I remember reading that when the railroad plowed through the plains, a heard of buffalo would last for three days. The red necks (back then) made a sport of shooting them to watch them crumble.
I have a special love for buffalo. I raised a buffalo calf when I worked at the Charles Towne Landing Animal Forest. I would love for you to give it a quick read. It was the first story I wrote when I joined WDC.
Your Friend,
Lesley
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I just finished reading your funny short story, "This and That." I didn't realize we were allowed to use the F word. I don't use it much, anyway. I used to and my parrot said in front of my mother, "What the F...?" I never used that kind of lanuage again and he has stopped it too.
I especially liked the part of your story, "You're holding my dick and you're telling me I'm the one making it awkward?" Such a prize sentence. I haven't entered this contest yet, but even if I do, I can't beat your cool story.
Hello,
I love your story about feeding rocks. I have quite a collection. But now, I took some strong back megs to take my back. It only helpted some. I feel like I can do some dressing..
Hi, Tina,
You are one of my favorite authors. Didn't you join the Power Reviewers for a while and checked the stories in the ports to write reviews? Or was that another Tina? We are so bad about last names, here.
I am looking forward to becoming a part of the DisABILITY WRITERS BOOK. I think I have a lot to share about the problems caused by my disabilities and the good stories I write. I mostly write about animals, since my whole life has revovled around them. I raised baby animals at the Charles Towne Landing Animal Forest, animal control officer, dental assistant, office manager, caregiver for exotic animals, kennel cleaning, dog bathing and of course, a veterinary technician. I use experiences from those few vocations. I will try to send you a story or two if I can.
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Your lovely poem, "A New Year is Upon Us." I see some of it in myself, as I try hard to stay motivated and see the best of anything. I am looking forward to the New Year as much as I can. The StoryMistress banned me from certain sites a couple of years ago. Now, she's gone further and I can't access the contests I was able to get into. So I am fighting depression and anger. All I did was send her too many emails and goofed up on a review and I am being punished for two years now. I paid for the access to everything an Upgraded member is entitled to but I can't access but a few. I want to let them know how I feel and ask them to reinstall my privileges. Do you know who I can contact that is not involved? It seems like nobody wants to get on her bad side, so they don't speak up in my behalf.
I liked the last of your poem, "Moving Forward Into the foreseeable future. Good work!
Yours,
Lesley Ann
I really enyored your profound poem, "21st. Raffle Ticket. I dearly love the part about the leaves begining to drift away from the tree that was once their safe haven. Have you noticed that you, or we don't, find any honey bees around here? I sometimes see a few drones, but not the honey bees. I wonder what that will bring. Who will pollunate my vegetitables? They are experientic with "Genetocoly Alternet genetic" vegetables, meant to keep insects away. What will it do to our food suppy? We need some inscects. The growth of our planet depends on polination plan. It is the way God creatied out earty to thrive.
Again, I love you poem. I may later would like to use some phrases in later work. Is that okay. I will give you the cedit.
Your poem about the leaves falling to the ground brought back some old memories of Felix Salton's book, "The Forest." It centers around two leaves talking on the tree, wondering who will fall first. In about a day, the weather grew colder and the smaller leaf fell first.
He spiraled and landed on the soft, lichen covered root. "It isn't so bad,' he hollered to his friend. It is like a different world down here. Nobody will eat us because we are not green. That story has been in my mind since sixth grade. At first, it was sad, but I remembered how the stray leaves mulch and nature our grass.
I particually liked the last part of the poem: "Precariously the leaf angled on attached limply to though the crooked branch, Defiant, the leaf cluched on not lamenting its roots, but showing the strong colours of its origins in a hopefulness of all."I found that phrase to be touching and will never forget it again.
I knew I would like your writng so far. Your offbeaf stories are addictive. "One book of you're deturaled books, "The book of survival of those who believe. I would like to be considered. If not, I will work extra hard to turn the place into a better enviorment.Maybe our ideas could help the greatest problem, Canned Hunting." This type of hunting is deporable. The exotic animals will stand peacefully and become bewilderd and shocked that those who have bottle fed them and transfered them for lazy hunters. Many, including a formar Vice President spends hundreds of dollars a year to keep this practice popular. Write to your reputrasentacle person and also, to everyone you can work on that these animals are not free to roam, but free to hunt.
I am glad I read your story about how to be successful. The ending was a small surprise. Usually when people have depression or Bipolar, like I have, I say, "I think they need to be on meds." My psychitrist gave me some meds that have even gotten me back to writing again after giving it up for a number of years. I am one of you.
Yours,
Lesley
Hi, I've been here for almost six years and thinking someone would have to sponsor my work. I write short stories about my experience with wildlife and exotic animals. I've had a lot of fun and learned from experience. I have one about a buffalo I used to ride, called, "My Favorite Bison," and I've written about handling large gators when I was an animal control officer. So if anyone wants to sponsor me for, "Quills Awards," I would like to show ya'll what I can do. I wrote six good stories this weekend.
Yours,
Lesley Scott
I honestly think your story and presenting it will lead to more quality care for the poor animals tied out in a spare spot, thinking he or she will eat the grass that is sprouting. We've had a good bit of rain these past three or four days. I spent all of yesterday afternoon trying to change the stories. I always enjoy reading your emails and lucky to be able to sign the petition.
Keep an eye out for the pictures I send. I tend to write non-fiction stories about rescuing animals that have been mistreated and/or it is time to correct my mistakes. I am glad you took the time to read some of my rescue stories. I am flattered that you are so kind about my writing. My next project will be on writing, and I will try to use the information related to your contest, "
I just finished reading your winning story for the "Have I Got A Story For You." I really did like the way it was written. The tense was refreshing to me, since I usually write in the past tense. It was a great read and I loved the way you ended the story. Well Done!
Ah Ha! I just read your cool short story, "Tears for two." I was hooked at the first pararaph. It was a an easy read, but presented your information in a personal way. At first, I thought you were talking about an old couple that you had known that had suddenly died. The ending is priceless. You have such an imagination! I wish you could share it with me. I have been trying to write a fiction story just for a change.
I need to go to Walmart right now, But I'll be back!
L.
I just finished reading, "Hesitation," and it is a very emotional piece of poetry. The description of falling on the ground made my poor old battered knees hurt. That is certainly someone the poet loved dearly and they are going to separate. I hope it doesn't get more violent in a sequel!
I can tell from reading your story and poem that you are very intense when you feel something is important. It takes that sort of courage and extroverted personality that will keep you writing more and more. I even pull all nighters when I am really into one of my campaignes or issues with wildlife. I will find out how to turn you on to the site you can access so you can see what is going on. There's a LOT!
I remember you now. I once reviewed your Story about Underdog. That was was so cool. I like to smile and laugh even though I am serious about my enviornmental, or animal cruely essays. I think I may have read three of your stories. I am bad about remembering what I've read or written without the text in front of my eyes. In my story I wrote when I joined WDC, It's about all of the discouragement I had to deal with. It's not so easy, even if you do love to write.I remember stuffing a pillow under the crack in my door so my mother wouldn't see my light was still on. I used that time to read and write. I even pulled a number of all-nighters. I'd like to think, as do you, that the best writer is the best reader. I read too many serious books on history, studies on Violence, The Tao Te Ching and other such books. I just bought the new Stephen King book, so "The Anatomy of Violence" goes on the back burner.
Try out, "What is the USDA doing to our earth?" I also wrote a short essay about: "The Non-believers." I had only one person send me a review. It was a decent review, and the man is a serious religious person. I knew he's take the bite. It's not Us against Them, but I got in a few licks.
I look forward to reading more of your stories. Boy! You must really read a lot!
I especially enjoyed seeing your cool donkey image. I raised, trained, showed, sold and bought donkeys, mules, and horses. My donkeys were all ADMS Registered and I was making enough money to keep up the farm. Your donkey reminds me of Yo-Yo. He had something wrong with his neck and couldn't hold his head high. He is now 35 years old and lives with his daughter, Lolita.
Send me some of your animal clipart. I can't get my jpgs down to the proper style, no matter what I do!
Wow! I loved that one! I read a lot of books about murderers and serial killers. I want to write true crime stories like Ann Rule. She worked with Ted Bundy on a suicide hotline and said he was very nice and fun to be around. I guess she wasn't his type. He wrote her a letter every single day until he went to the electric chair. Maybe that is why she wrote such an excellent book about him.
I stil haven't found the story with Angus. I'll try later.
Love,
L.
Thank you for sharing your story, "My Dead Room," A satiricl monologue about claustrophobia, seclusion. I can just picture you, on your bed staring at the ceiling waiting for your depression to end. I always tell myself, "It will be better tomorrow." I also have trouble sleeping. Even with Ambien, I have to listen to "talk TV," to doze off. Your words brought back a lot of memories.
Lesley
It's three am and I just happened across your story before I shut down. Your story grabbed my interest and I had to read it until the very surprising end. At first, I just thought Samuel was going to live in the basement like my husband did in Canada. He lived in a crawl space surrounded by books.
Then, I figured Samuel was buried beyond saving. It really blew my mind when he came out to speak to the Congress about the existence of God.
It was an unusual story with a spiritual ending. I am glad to have read it.
I have enjoyed reading your work in the past and I still do. Your winning entry for "Words With Wings," called, "A Bicycle Renaissance," brought back my childhood memories of owning my first bike and personalizing it with tassles and wicker basket. I learned to ride on someone else's bike.
I have a bike now with those gears and handle bars so low, I can't ride it. The grips hurt my hands because my arms are so short and I would much rather ride my first bike! I have been looking for one, but can't find anything yet. I always fall off of the bike I have now. I am actually afraid to ride it now. I do better riding horses and mules, anyway.
I just finished reading your story, "Love's Adventure." It made me stop and think of all of my blessings and how God has kept me safe and loved. I am Bipolar and prone to clinical depression. A very high percentage of BP sufferers committ suicide. At one time, I had written a note in my head. Then I told myself that God will see me through this rough patch and things always change, mostly for the better.
That was almost a year ago. Now, I feel better on new meds and I read a lot of books about how the human brain functions, Carl Sagan's books, the Tao Te Ching, written 3,000 years ago, and do not read my personal Bible daily, but refer to it when get that certain feeling that I need guidance. Reading the Bible not only answers questions, but poses them, as well.
Your story sort of paralleled my life when you wrote about your depression. If someone else, like a Pastor can be depressed, then I don't feel so ashamed. Thank you for your help!
Hello,
I just finidshed your short story entry, "Sing Me A Story." I found it to be an interesting story, for lack of better words. I was so cool, the way the author had such a relationship with Mary Ann in the mirror. I was beginning to think that she was in need of seeing a shrink. The ending was erie and spooking. Good Job, and good luck with the contest.
Hello,
I always enjoy your writing. It's been a while, though. I thought your Halloween story, "Slaugherhouse" very original and easy to read. I guess you know your way around a slaughterhouse, all right. The ending was really cool when Harley was bleeding to death, he was thinking of a song by the "Rolling Stones."
Yours,
Lesley
ps I have seen documentaries on how most staughterhouses operate and I am a vegetarian. But I understand that the kind of person who sees the carnage so much is bound to either snap or become a hardened abuser of the animals that are waiting to die. But we are working towards more humane methods of slaughterhouse operations, though the USDA doesn't do anything positive or anything at all, in my opinion.
L.
I just finished reading your short story, "Compassion." I agree that we need to put blinders on when it comes to those things that trip us up or incapaciate us. I know also what it feels like to realize something that I want so badly be to good at, I actually suck. Just like the author, I can't sing, either. I loved the ending when the author became a doctor and had to take care of Mr. Spark.
I love reading your poetry, but I am always afraid to review them. I am not a poet and don't feel qualified. I just finished reading your poem, "Pulling Puzzles Apart." To me, it seemed like you have written about life and love. You feel the frustration yet for the love of your dear wife, you hold yourself together with advice to the reader, "As always, it'd just the start..."
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