The Shed 7

a reply to: Night Star

Good morning, I might go back to bed too.

Tried drawing a skull. Not a particularly anatomically correct one. God the teeth were a bastard, and I still didn't get them anywhere near right.

a reply to: Night Star
Some of my dreams are weird as well. There was one dream that progressed. It occurred three times and each time I'd start at the same point of the dream, but each time I'd get further. Everything was identical, except for getting further into it. I feel there was something I had to see or learn of myself, but as I opened the door a crack a dog or some other beast made charge at it in attempt to kill or wound me so I could not continue past.

a reply to: Eilasvaleleyn

Wow that looks cool, the teeth are great. I like way you drew the top of the head.

hello all...i like to say one thing..HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO ALL THE GUYS HERE AT THE SHED...HOPE YOUR DAY IS FULL OF FUN..AS WE WOULDNT BE HERE IF IT WASNT FOR OUR DAD'S...

a reply to: ccbears

Tell Syx happy Father's Day!

Good Morning. Thanx for the Happy Fathers Day wishes...

Eilas, that skull is cool!

Hello, Moon, Quantum, CC and Syx!

Happy Father's Day to our Father's in here!

I'm really dragging butt today and might take off soon to go watch a movie and just be lazy. LOL

a reply to: Night Star

He skull is cool, good after noon and have fun watching your movie.

a reply to: Night Star

Which movie?

Hello everyone. I'm back from hiatus. (Hiatus is a small island off the coast of Halitosis.)
Anyway I come bearing gifts. Or maybe I'm just overbearing depending on your point of view.

A new story entry.
My last chapter was back here in Shed 6:

Chapter 3 page 57 Shed 6

Here is what I have currently.


Chapter 4

Errollore stood beneath the castle of Princess Aria.
Standing in a garden in the cool night air he gazed up at a lighted window that he knew belonged to the room of the princess.

He had spoken to her earlier about many things.
But despite his recalling many times they had shared together, Aria had no memory of them or Errollorre.
It looked as though the once promising marriage between them was a lost cause.

Looking at her silhouette in the window above Errollorre touched the amulet he wore around his neck.
Music began to play and he began to sing.


(Errollorre Sings Again)






When he finished singing Aria called down from the window above.
“Errollorre wait there for me!” said Aria.

In a few moments Princess Aria came running into the garden where Errollorre stood.
“Oh Errollorre! I remember! I remember everything! My love! My husband to be!
Errollorre and Aria embraced and leaned towards each other for a long awaited kiss.

“Wake up you idiot! Said a loud voice.
“Get up you fool! What are you doing?”

Errollorre opened his eyes and saw a white bearded man in a fuzzy bathrobe with a colander on his head. It was the wizard Carl.
“Get up, get up!” said the wizard as his pulled Errollorre up from the mud and scum that he had been sleeping in.
There was a loud snorting sound and Errollorre looked over to see Troll the troll sleeping half submerged in muck and covered in lizards.
He remembered now that he had been staying with Troll under his bridge.
“Why are you sleeping under a disgusting bridge with a troll?” asked the wizard.

“Well,” said Errollorre, “I was so upset about Aria being impressed by Mr. Perfect, Prince Seapal, that I couldn’t face anyone. I think she is going to marry him instead of me. I belong under a bridge with a troll.”

“Did I mention you’re an idiot?” asked the wizard. “Look it’s taken me weeks to find you. If you want to have a chance to win her back then you’ve got to move fast.
There is a royal ball being thrown by Aria tonight. I managed to secure an invitation for you.”
The wizard Carl handed Errollorre an envelope containing the invitation.

Errollorre read the invitation that allowed him and his escort to attend the royal ball.
“Escort?” said Errollorre, “Where am I going to find someone to accompany me to the ball tonight?
I can’t ask a random villager, the implications of such a request might be misunderstood.
And I don’t know who might be in the Shed or even where they moved it to this week for that matter.”

“Don’t worry about it.” said the wizard. Dive into the stream and get cleaned up. Here are some clothes I brought for you. I have an idea about your escort. But we don’t have much time to get there.”
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As evening fell Errollorre stood in a long line of beings awaiting entry to the royal ballroom of Princess Aria’s castle.

“This is ridiculous.” said Errollorre to the wizard Carl. “This will never work.”
“Just act natural and make sure your escort doesn't remove the veil or gloves.” Said Carl. I’ve got to go. I’ll meet you inside.”

Errollorre watched the wizard Carl walk up to the ballroom entrance and receive immediate entrance.
Then Errollorre turned to look at his escort. In a beautiful white silk gown and standing over six and a half feet tall without heels, and wearing a long blonde wig, was Troll the troll.

“Troll really hate this.” said Troll in a deep husky voice.
The couple in front of Errollorre and Troll turned to see who or what just spoke with such force that the wind from its voice ruffled their clothes.
They looked up to see the tall gowned creature with its face covered in a veil and large white gloves covering its massive hands.
They could see dark thick masses of hair peeking out from behind the veil.

“Now dear, “ said Errollorre as he patted one of Troll’s gloved paws. “Don’t try to talk with that laryngitis you have.”
Errollorre turned to the starring couple. “I tried to have her stay home and take care of her throat, but she insisted on coming to the ball. I guess she couldn’t resist the rare chance to see a royal dance.”

The couple turned quickly forward and tried to ignore Errollorre and Troll, which was not easy to do after seeing the flaming anger in Troll’s eyes and hearing the constant roar from Troll’s stomach.
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Inside the ballroom at last, Errollorre and Troll tried to be as inconspicuous as possible.
A servant approached them carrying a large tray filled with a variety a rare and delicious h'orderves.
“Would either of you care for an appetizer?” asked the servant.
“Me hungry.” said Troll.

Troll grabbed the tray from the servant and lifted it to his mouth.
Troll gently and delicately raised the veil covering his face to slightly above his furry mouth.
Then with a large gloved hand he pushed and slid the entire contents of the tray into his mouth and swallowed.
Troll handed the tray back to the stunned servant then turned and grabbed a punch bowl with one hand.
He then proceed to gulp down its entire contents. He put the bowl back on the table and let out a belch that caused several painting to fall from the walls.

“She hasn’t eaten much the last few days.” Errollorre said to the shocked servant. “She wanted to make sure she could fit into her dress.”
The servant turned and stared at Troll as the seams on the the dresses sleeves began to split revealing muscular and furry arms.
“She’s Italian on her mother's side.” said Errollorre.

a reply to: Autorico

Happy Father's Day! Well now I just made a Ahi sandwich with cucumber and pickle. Want a bite? Lol

a reply to: Errollorre
Does Hiatus smell as bad as Halitosis?

a reply to: Errollorre

Welcome back, great story!

a reply to: Skid Mark

Lol, a good question!

a reply to: Errollorre

LMAO Erroll!!! That was great!!!

NIce Song too!!!

a reply to: Skid Mark

Yes.

Thanks everyone.
I hate to post and run but I must at this time.
I'll be back later.

a reply to: Martin75

Hey now! How are you? Did Paul see Dani and you guys have a party?