This is the 1st of my 139.123 Creative Writing stories for my Uni paper. Id appreciate feedback, letting me what you liked / didnt like about the story and any suggestions to improve it. Word count limited to 1000 words. Sitting at 1092 at the moment. Also have you worked out who Car Singer, Stinky & the Narrator are? What two languages can the Narrator understand? If you you think youve worked it out then go to the Photo Albums section of my FB Page and the Album marked Stories. The ones marked 139.123 #1 - THE WILD ONES pertains to this story. Happy Ready Folks xx Caro Grandison THE WILD ONES So here I am cruising down the highway, the music playing, she’s singing away. Car singers are a tragic bunch. Stinky is snoring beside me; she’s got smelly feet, shocking! Usually I can see out the window in front of me but today there is some great big white thing blocking my view. I’m sure I’ll have a chance to investigate once we get there. No one has told me where ‘there’ is but I’m guessing it should be somewhere new. The car singer was bouncing around yesterday, loading, unloading, in and out of the house for hours – but all the while with this excited gait, humming away. That’s always a good sign the humming, means adventure and exploration is nigh. But now time for a snooze I think. Though, those smelly feet are really starting to annoy me. I think they’re getting closer to me, damn it. Hygiene is important after all. Hmmm. Will say something later. I need a wee. The car singer is still at it. Blimey, wonder how long that’s been going on for. The next song is a Ronan Keating one, something about flying. It’s got a nice tune but after hearing it a million times, especially when she puts it on ‘Repeat’, aagh, enough! Oh, the bladder is speaking to me. If we don’t stop soon… Stinky feet next to me, has just farted. I’m gonna die. It’s a gas chamber in here now. I feel quite heady. God, she must have some serious stomach issues. She always does this when she sleeps. Medical intervention needed pronto! The singing’s stopped; she’s smelt it too. A rest stop sign. Looks like I’m going to survive the expanding bladder and Stinkys toxic bum. Hallelujah. I wake up with a bump. Bloom’n heck. Women drivers. But hello, seems we are somewhere. She hops out, opens a gate and we’re rock’n ’n roll’n along what looks like an old mining track. Interesting. I hit my head on the roof. Stinky is up too, staring out the window. Wow, what a view. I see the ocean in the distance far below us. Rabbits dart in all directions as we drive past huge white chalky rocks. There’s millions of the little buggers. I hear water. It’s a stream, smells fresh, mossy, pure. Lots of green grass and flowers everywhere. Eeek! Bees. Hives, honey…yum. Up, down we go. This is a seriously bumpy road. We bounce away, through a forest, now we’re at the highest point for miles around, across a stream. Over yonder it looks like hay growing. Hey a beach too. Funny place for a beach. Down we go and onto a lush green plateau, my sandy beach is close by and a glistening stream too. The car stops and it seems we are ‘here’. I like ‘here’. I have to say, the car singer, does pick some great places to go to. She’s not bad, that old girl. Stinky is out of the car and straight into the stream, splashing about. For a smart girl she really does do some strange things. But she’s still young and I don’t think her brain is fully developed plus her feet wont stink now. So I’ll just hold my tongue. Ah, now I see what the white thing is, it a mini caravan. How cool is that. It says K-pod on the side. Wonder if I’ll be in there or in my tent tonight. Prefer my tent, nothing better than watching the stars though the open door. Quite magical really. Takes me back to another time. Now, where’s that beach. Hah, it’s not a beach! Looks like sand though but it’s next to the stream. A stream beach, awesome! I’ll sunbathe on my hot sandy beach; if I get hot I can hop into the fresh water and drink it. Never got giardia yet. Don’t think I ever will. I wake up to the sound of birds, strange sounding birds. My tent is grand, lots of space, and the stars last night were sensational. I don’t get this many stars in the city. Clearly they like the country too. Breakfast is Hubbard’s Very Berry Nice with fruit and Stinky has hot baked beans. Farty food, humph. On the distant hill are some white things moving around. Car Singer has spotted them too and it looks like we’re going to find out what they are. She grabs her camera and says we’re off. Stinky runs through the long grass and I’m hot on her heels. Through the stream and up we go. Eventually we get fairly close and I see they have horns and some are pure white and others are brown and white. Goats! There’s about six of them. Car Singer gasps and stops, we stop too. Then I see Him. Wow, he’s huge and he has horns that must be as long as my legs. She cautions Stinky to stay close to her. She turns to me and with shiny eyes tells me to get as close as I can and she’ll take photos. I’m raring to go, but am a little nervous too. I feel the excitement rising and my senses are suddenly firing. I creep slowly up the hill towards them. I’ve gone about 20 metres when the huge long horned one spies me. He just stares at me, I sense his power and strength. I can tell he doesn’t fear me but seems bemused and curious as to what I’m up to. I keep going, becoming more confident. I look back to see her with the camera pointing my way. I can just see the top of Stinkys head too. As I turn back, a couple of the little ones come up to me, totally fearless. Unbelievably they stand in front of me. Then suddenly I see that there weren’t just eight of them. There’s a whole lot more. One by one they stand up and stare at me. I’m starting to get nervous but am fascinated too. I’m transfixed and can’t move my legs. Then one of the large brown and white ones, she’s a female, comes over to me and speaks to me. I stare at her gobsmacked. My mind starts racing and I start to feel giddy. I realise that these are the “Wild Ones’ that my mother told me about when I was a little kid. I gasp as it suddenly dawns on me that I’m bi-lingual!
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 02:36:06 +0000
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