HAUNTED
BY: LARONDA
*Thank you to Sameena for the help and the encouragment.*
They heard the sounds all though the night. Buck had tried to the rid the bunkhouse
of the demons, but the noise contined. Cody rose from a deep; sleep he wiped
the sleep out of his eyes. His ears perked up as he
heard laughter. He shook the cobwebs from his mind and glanced at the clock
it was midnight. Who would out at midnight? He rose from the bed and made his
way to the window he shrieking as little demons made their way up the porch.
They giggled the door of the bunkhouse opened slowly As Cody watched in horror
as a young bride stepped out and handed the small demons candy. Cody gasped
as she turned around;she was covered with blood. Cody ran to his bunk and pulled
the covers over his head and then the door slammed shut. He began to pray.
The bride had seen him again the man dressed in old fashioned dress. She had
seen him and the others several times. She knew the house was haunted now.
THE END
NEVER BE THE SAME
BY: LARONDA
I couldn't take it anymore. The sadness on her face. I had to tell her that I cared. The love-hate relationship she had with Kid was killing her inside. She meant the world to me as a friend, maybe something more. I walked up to her as she sat on the corral fence facing Sunshine, a new mare with her colt. Little she had named the colt.
I swallowed hard and touched her shoulder. She jumped, a mixture of surprise and fear.
Would she care if I said it? My skin was blushing with a fever and shivering with goose bumps. "I love you." There, I said it. She looked at me shocked and surprised. She smiled.
"I love you too, Cody." My life would never be the same.
THE END
Author's note: A VERY SPECIAL THANKS TO NORA FOR THE SUPPORT. BASED ON ALAN
JACKSON'S SONG 'MONDAY MORNING CHURCH.'
He walked around aimlessly trying to hold his head up high. Deep down he was dying. He walked up the stairs, they creaked under his weight. It had been just a couple days ago he walked up these stairs with her. He entered the house. It was cold and dark. He lit a candle and there was her bible. It was still on the small dresser so he placed in the drawer. "I can hear the devil whisper that things are only getting worse," he whispered to himself.
He looked at the picture taken on their wedding day. He ran his fingers across her face. He smiled as he remembered her laugh and her spirit. He wept and fell to his knees. "Not again please God!" he screamed as his body tumbled to the ground. He cursed the sky as he had done the day she died. The wind blew through the house and he stopped and listen to the soft voice beckoning him. It was calling his name and he rose to his feet and followed it. He begin to ran after the voice, pleadeing with it not to go. It stopped by the town church. He remembered the peacher coming by to tell he missed him at the service. He raced up the stairs and begin to knock.
He screamed for anyone inside to answer his cries. No one came. The wind blew harder and rain begin to fall. He remembered she was here. He ran behind the church and down the rolls of graves. He found her's and he got on his knees and ran his fingers in the groves of her name. "Emma." he whispered.
The next morning they discovered him laying next to her grave. He was buried next to her.
THE END
DEVIL IN A BLUE DRESS
By:Laronda
Author's note: This story is purely fan fiction. Dedicated to my Grammie, a true west woman. Thanks Sameena for her help, I can't done it without you.
"Morning,boys," Marie Hunter sang out cherfully at her uncle's riders. They all greeted her as they entered the small resturant she had bought and paid for herself, with the money her father had left her after his death. Hers was an open resturant, for everyone no matter their race or gender.
"Miss. Hunter, I refuse to allow you to let that half-breed and that
boy to eat here!" Mr. Thompson yelled pointing at Noah and Buck.
Marie's
face told another story. The riders knew that face; her face was bright red
and her eyes blazed with rage.
"Excuse me, Mr. Thompson, do you own this restaurant? she asked him, shaking
violently with rage.
He looked at the floor with shame. "Well no,ma'am, but I feel-"
Marie cut him off "I didn't think so. I will allow anyone to dine here,
no matter what race, religion or gender. Do you understand!?"
He backed away from her slowly. He had met the devil in a blue dress. Marie
smiled at her friends as she wiped and fixed her face.
"As I was saying, morning boys." The riders smiled - she was indeed
a devil in a blue hell, in anything.
THE END