[samhass]

Ronda, we can collaborate!! But from the looks of your avatar, gf you have to do something with that hair before we take NY by storm. 1rnfl 1rnfl

Originally Posted by Rokinronda

Maybe I can be the illustrator? :dontknow:

[Rokinronda]

Originally Posted by barb1191

Sam...Let your fingers do the walking; you're doing great. Keep it up and get all that talent out for us to enjoy.

We have two different types of authors here:

Sam.... who does extensive research and builds a terrific story; and

Rhonda... with a hilarious quick, dry wit and wild imagination that is so enjoyable.

Both are so very talented. May I suggest that you both write stories of your very own for us to enjoy? What say, think you both need to use your own techniques, yes?

Suggest that Sam write the mystery and Rhonda writes the comedy.

barb

PS: And.....if my suggestion goes over like a wet balloon, I don't know either one of you!! Kapeesh? :dontknow: crap wav

OK, kapeesh wav

[samhass]

Poco continued.....

Poco walked a short distance from the circle. She saw a dozen plants of black cohosh in full bloom. Their delicate flowers appealed to her. They decorated the woods. Spring flowers of the woods had long faded. The flowers of summer now held court. She thought about showing the plant treasures to Tawktwon, but thought better of it. She found small
ginseng plants and marveled that the white tailed deer had not found them first. As she walked farther into the woods, she saw where rare showy orchids had bloomed in tiny patches just weeks earlier. She would definitely tell none of the drummers about this.

[samhass]

She walked further into the woods and came upon more black cohosh. In the tribes early days, they used the plant to heal snakebites, treat menstrual problems, and to induce visions. The early white settlers thought it was an herb of witchcraft. A woman caught with the herb could be put to death for possessing an instrument of witchcraft. She dreamily walked on..touching the lovely white and violet tops of hesperis that bloomed freely in this section of the woods.

[samhass]

She startled three deer that were grazing on the forest floor. Her ancestral tribe would kill a deer and no part of it was wasted. Small bones were turned into awls and needles. The jawbone would be used to scrape the hide to ready it for curing. Now she just admired their beauty and chuckled to think of them eating all the flowers planted by the suburban families.

[Just Susan]

Originally Posted by Rokinronda

I thought this was the serious story!! The never ending story, was staying the funny one, that one can't be stopped and the beginning is still there. LOL As BOOMER said......................PLEASE Carry on!! ....Just let us know which is which??!! 1rnfl SUSAN, HELP!

I can't help Ronda, I am too busy reading.
So Sam what next?

[samhass]

Beats me!! It's my birthday and I'm heading to KBs for breakfast, going to an afternoon party and then an evening party. Elastic waistband..here I come. I need to be on a long woods hike with Poco instead of in TV eating my way through the day.

[Just Susan]

Have a great day and hurry back. You write the kind of stories I like to read.

[samhass]

I don't know, Susan. Poco is being all serious about nature and her ancestors. I'm about to change all that.

Poco had a mood swing. She quickly left the woods, jumped into her Lotus and drove down to Philadelphia International airport. She had a wild urge to visit her dear cousin Fall/Spring.
She landed at MCO, caught the shuttle to TV, and alit at LSL only to find....

[Rokinronda]

Sam?

[samhass]

Poco found Sam????

[Rokinronda]

No SAMHASS, you SMARTHASS! 1rnfl

[samhass]

1rnfl 1rnfl 1rnfl 1rnfl
What are you talking about???? Poco has gone to TV to hook up with Fall for a bit.

[Rokinronda]

carry on...

[Just Susan]

I agree with Ronda, Sam. I want to read your story and I don't really want anybody else to help write it. I think you should write it like serialized story published everyday in the newspaper. They used to do that when we were young.
Do it Sam. I love to read what you write.