Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.
At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them.
I’m using: Freak storm, fell in a , plethora, survivor
They were submitted by: Evil Joy Speaks
GF SF Cookies
1 cup (nut butter your choice) WOWbutter
1/3 cup raw honey
1 egg (or egg substitute)
1 TBSP vanilla
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 cup dark mini chocolate chips (you can use carob or cacao)
2/3 cup coconut
Mix all the ingredients together and drop by tsp onto a prepared baking sheet or silicone pad. Bake for 8-13 minutes depending on your oven at 350 degrees.
Transfer to a cooling rack.
Makes 24 cookies
When we last left Pearl and William he had just asked her to be his bride! Now...part 4
Pearl woke the next morning and felt as though she had awaken from a fairy tale. Her dreams were coming true. Oh, I must write to Mama and Papa right away, she thought. But first the days chores must be attended to.
During the morning routine, Cousin Sara came in and helped her redd up the room. While they were fixing lunch she spoke to Pearl.
"Pearl, we have loved ya being here but do wonder how much longer your folks are gonna let ya stay?" she said timidly.
Well, thought Pearl, I really had not given that any consideration but knew that when it was time to go, Papa would send for her. So she replied, "I can't rightly say Cousin Sara, I just know that Papa will send for me. Is everything all right?"
Oh yes, we love ya and ya being here, but what's gonna happen when ya leave? Will ya come back here to marry or will William move to your area?"
hmm, they had not talked about this and now Pearl felt as if she fell in a pit of worry. Mama would say worrying never got ya anywhere so she better start praying.
The day was long and filled with all the normal activities and one day rolled into the next. Several days later they were hit with a freak storm. The winds were high, it hailed, the rain came down in bucket loads, flooding was a problem and it took all they could do to save the animals, barn and house. The children were scared and poor Cousin Sara was of little use. Pearl worked hard with Cousin Abe to batten down the hatches, secure the animals and pray that they would make it thorough.
During the worst part of the storm part of the roof came off the house, rain flooded in, the children cried and Cousin Sara froze. She was no good in a crisis!
Pearl was feeling overwhelmed and wanted to sit down and cry herself. When the front door blew open and lightening crashed right outside they all screamed. Even poor Abe.
Pearl hunkered down with the children and Cousin Sara, she covered them with blankets and listen to the storm rage, praying it would soon end. Some time during the night, it got calm, quiet and that's when it hit!
Half the house was gone, sucked up into the air, Pearl cried out loud, GOD SAVE US! And then she heard his voice, was it a dream, was it God himself? No, it was William!! He grabbed her and the children just as the house was ripped into the air.
Oh Lord! she cried, Cousin Sara?!?!
It was dark, raining and then all was silent. The sky was clear, the mud was deep and the stars were shining.
William held her as she cried, Abe sat stunned holding his children, who did not realize what had happened.
When morning came, Pearl said to herself "I'm a survivor" but whatever will poor Abe do with the farm and these children?
Pearl gathered the children while William went with Abe to see how much damage had been done. There was a plethora of limbs, broken bits of the house were scattered here and there but no signs of poor Sara.
Pearl began the task of gathering up the pots, pans, dishes and whatever else she could scrounge together for the family. As she did she prayed for wisdom, for the children and that somewhere on the farm they would find Sara and she would be okay....
Be sure to visit:
Baking In A Tornado
com Battered Hope
blogspot.ch/ Confessions of a part-time working mom
com Someone Else’s Genius
com FBX Adventures (In Parenting)
blogspot.com/ Spatulas on Parade
blogspot.com/ Stacy Sews and Schools
wordpress.com Evil Joy Speaks