Ok, so since Courtney demanded that I have to post my stories (among other demands she made) here is the latest one. ( if you note that this entry is earlier then usual, it is because I am working overnight at the house I work at, and there is no computer there so I must post before work)

So here goes.

She went to the barn, tossed the garbage bags inside the doors, then came back to the house. The night was a bit chilly, she wished she had slipped on a coat. She stood for a moment on the front porch, surveying the yard. The cats and dog had retired to the shed below for the night. She heard the cattle in the pasture, the sound low and soft. She stepped through the door and shut it for the night. She walked slowly through the house, turning of lights and straighting things before ascending the staircase. It creaked slightly under foot, a sound she always found comforting. She entered her room, undressed, and slipped into her silken night gown. She climbed between the sheets, the wellworn quilt resting on top. The quilt made her think of her grandmother and she drifted off, warm memories filling her head.

I'm not staisfied with this story, but it shall have to suffice for now.

Well... I suppose......