TOTM September A Story in ONE SENTENCE.9

The elephant lowered his head towards the glimmering water and took a firm grip of the oar floating past. He raised it high over the crocodile who was lurking menacingly in the reeds. A hunter watched the scene, his boat helpless in the thick vegetation where his rifle lay beyond reach. If that croc swam closer to him, he'd be trapped between the croc and elephant.

Suddenly a sound of cracking wood filled the air. From right behind him. He froze as water bubbled through the splintered boat, soaking his boots and filling up the boat.

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On the bank of the river, Daryl Peterson peered through the reeds, and steadied his rifle. "You won't get away with this," he muttered softly, while aiming at the hunter in distress.

"Got him!" The croc rolled on its back in a death roll aimed at the hunter. The boat tipped, sending the hunter backwards into the river where the certainty of death by drowning became real.

Daryl remained motionless as the elephant stepped closer to his foe. "Good, one thwack with that and revenge is complete."

The oar smashed into the crocodile just inches from its snout. Daryl watched in horror as the croc swung around, its jaw wide, allowing the bloody body of the man to drift free on the surface of the water.

"Hah, thought you'd get away from me, you scumbag? Didn't think I'd be able to find you in this kind of place, did you? I only hope the croc comes back for you so no one finds you and spots the bullet wounds." Daryl stood up, slinging his rifle onto his back again as he headed for the thick bush.

He soon reached the clearing where he had left his Landrover, but came to an abrupt halt when he realised it was no longer there. He scanned the area for clues--four different sets of footprints patterned the sand where his car had stood merely an hour ago.

Daryl caught a glimmer of movement in the bush ahead and crept forward; to discover he was crouched behind a small herd of elephant with their backs to him. Behind him, a twig snapped, and he turned, coming face to face with a massive bull elephant.

His heart sank as he realized there was no way he could out run this threat. But, then, he looked in wonder at the broken oar held by the elephant. This was the one that had thwacked the crocodile. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't such a threat. Daryl clutched his rifle to his chest, afraid that if he raised it to fire on the elephant the gigantic beast might reach him first, and attempted to sidle into the thick bush on his left.

As he pushed through the thorns and dense vegetation, he kept a watchful eye on the elephant whose only movement was a slowly swinging trunk and an occasional twitch of his massive ears.Then, without a sound, the elephant turned and walked slowly round where Daryl stood and joined the small herd. Daryl let out his breath and lowered his rifle, thankful that he did not have to face, and shoot, a charging elephant.

Suddenly the elephants started to clump together, their ears flapping and some raised their trunks; clearly they heard or sensed something Daryl did not. Then he too heard the sound as a heavy-duty motorbike skidded into the clearing and uniformed rangers tumbled out, their hunting rifles at the ready--and they weren't pointed at the elephants.

TOTM September A Story in ONE SENTENCE. 8

The elephant lowered his head towards the glimmering water and took a firm grip of the oar floating past. He raised it high over the crocodile who was lurking menacingly in the reeds. A hunter watched the scene, his boat helpless in the thick vegetation where his rifle lay beyond reach. If that croc swam closer to him, he'd be trapped between the croc and elephant.

Suddenly a sound of cracking wood filled the air. From right behind him. He froze as water bubbled through the splintered boat, soaking his boots and filling up the boat.

~~00~~

On the bank of the river, Daryl Peterson peered through the reeds, and steadied his rifle. "You won't get away with this," he muttered softly, while aiming at the hunter in distress.

"Got him!" The croc rolled on its back in a death roll aimed at the hunter. The boat tipped, sending the hunter backwards into the river where the certainty of death by drowning became real.

Daryl remained motionless as the elephant stepped closer to his foe. "Good, one thwack with that and revenge is complete."

The oar smashed into the crocodile just inches from its snout. Daryl watched in horror as the croc swung around, its jaw wide, allowing the bloody body of the man to drift free on the surface of the water.

"Hah, thought you'd get away from me, you scumbag? Didn't think I'd be able to find you in this kind of place, did you? I only hope the croc comes back for you so no one finds you and spots the bullet wounds." Daryl stood up, slinging his rifle onto his back again as he headed for the thick bush.

He soon reached the clearing where he had left his Landrover, but came to an abrupt halt when he realised it was no longer there. He scanned the area for clues--four different sets of footprints patterned the sand where his car had stood merely an hour ago.

Daryl caught a glimmer of movement in the bush ahead and crept forward; to discover he was crouched behind a small herd of elephant with their backs to him.

[IS THIS THE REST OF THE HERD THAT OUR ELLIE IN THE RIVER BELONGS TO? IN WHICH CASE IS HE ABOUT TO COME BACK TO JOIN THEM? OR DO YOU HAVE OTHER IDEAS? WHAT'S DARYL GOING TO DO NEXT? ADD ANOTHER SENTENCE TO OUR THRILLING DRAMA!]   Click on comments and read through the last comment then continue the story with a full sentence.

TOTM September A Story in [Three Words]ONE SENTENCE. 7

The elephant lowered his head towards the glimmering water and took a firm grip of the oar floating past. He raised it high over the crocodile who was lurking menacingly in the reeds. A hunter watched the scene, his boat helpless in the thick vegetation where his rifle lay beyond reach. If that croc swam closer to him, he'd be trapped between the croc and elephant. Suddenly a sound of cracking wood filled the air. From right behind him. He froze as water bubbled through the splintered boat, soaking his boots and filling up the boat.

~~00~~

On the bank of the river, Daryl Peterson peered through the reeds, and steadied his rifle. "You won't get away with this," he muttered softly, while aiming at the hunter in distress. "Got him!" The croc rolled on its back in a death roll aimed at the hunter. The boat tipped, sending the hunter backwards into the river where the certainty of death by drowning became real.

Daryl remained motionless as the elephant stepped closer to his foe. "Good, one thwack with that and revenge is complete."

The oar smashed into the crocodile just inches from its snout. Daryl watched in horror as the croc swung  around, its jaw wide, allowing the bloody body of the man to drift free on the surface of the water.  Click on comments and read through the last comment then continue the story with a full sentence.

TOTM September A Story in Three Words 6

The elephant lowered his head towards the glimmering water and took a firm grip of the oar floating past. He raised it high over the crocodile who was lurking menacingly in the reeds. A hunter watched the scene, his boat helpless in the thick vegetation where his rifle lay beyond reach. If that croc swam closer to him, he'd be trapped between the croc and elephant. Suddenly a sound of cracking wood filled the air. From right behind him. He froze as water bubbled through the splintered boat, soaking his boots and filling up the boat.

~~00~~

On the bank of the river, Daryl Peterson peered through the reeds, and steadied his rifle. "You won't get away with this," he muttered softly, while aiming at the hunter in distress. "Got him!" The croc rolled on its back in a death roll aimed at the hunter. The boat tipped, sending the hunter backwards into the river where the certainty of death by drowning became real.

Daryl remained motionless as the elephant      Click on comments and read through the last comment then continue the story with a further 3 words.

TOTM September A Story in Three Words 5

The elephant lowered his head towards the glimmering water and took a firm grip of the oar floating past. He raised it high over the crocodile who was lurking menacingly in the reeds. A hunter watched the scene, his boat helpless in the thick vegetation where his rifle lay beyond reach. If that croc swam closer to him, he'd be trapped between the croc and elephant. Suddenly a sound of cracking wood filled the air. From right behind him. He froze as water bubbled through the splintered boat, soaking his boots and filling up the boat.

~~00~~

On the bank of the river, Daryl Peterson peered through the reeds, and steadied his rifle. "You won't get away with this," he muttered softly, while aiming at the hunter in distress. "Got him!" The croc rolled on its back in a death roll      Click on comments and read through the last comment then continue the story with a further 3 words.

TOTM September A Story in Three Words 4

The elephant lowered his head towards the glimmering water and took a firm grip of the oar floating past. He raised it high over the crocodile who was lurking menacingly in the reeds. A hunter watched the scene, his boat helpless in the thick vegetation where his rifle lay beyond reach. If that croc swam closer to him, he'd be trapped between the croc and elephant. Suddenly a sound of cracking wood filled the air. From right behind him. He froze as water bubbled through the splintered boat, soaking his boots and filling up the boat.

On the bank of the river, Daryl Peterson peered through the reeds, and steadied his rifle.  Click on comments and read last comment to continue the story.

TOTM September A Story in Three Words 3

The elephant lowered his head towards the glimmering water and took a firm grip of the oar floating past. He raised it high over the crocodile who was lurking menacingly in the reeds. A hunter watched the scene, his boat helpless in the thick vegetation where his rifle lay beyond reach. If that croc swam closer to him, he'd be trapped between the croc and elephant.

Suddenly a sound of cracking wood

TOTM September A Story in Three Words 2

The elephant lowered his head towards the glimmering water and took a firm grip of the oar floating past. He raised it high over the crocodile who was lurking menacingly in the reeds. A hunter watched the scene, his boat helpless in the thick vegetation

TOTM September A Story in Three Words 1

The elephant lowered

Get-togethers Galore!

2013

This has been a good year for CWOSA get-togethers. Apart from some individuals spending time together, we also had three official times of fellowship.

WRITERS UNCAGED - Gauteng

In May a few of us were blessed to attend the Writers Uncaged mini-conference run by Aldyth Thomson and her helpers. This conference came about as a result of talks Aldyth, Linda and I had way back when in Cape Town. Having experienced American writers' conferences, Linda and I longed to see a similar event taking place in South Africa. At the time it didn't work out. A few years later, Aldyth and I again met up--this time in Johannesburg and again talked around the topic. It was just such an expensive proposition with so many challenges. Once again, nothing happened.

This year, 2013, it finally came together! It was nothing like the American conferences. After all, that's why we have CWOSA, right? Our requirements are different. However, Aldyth and team put together a top-rate teaching mini-seminar, lasting from 8 am to 3 pm (I think!).



Mary de Muth, who had been flown out as one of the two speakers for the Beauty for Ashes conference commencing that evening, presented an outstanding day of teaching, and a wonderful time was had by all.



CWOSA SUPPER

After the writers mini-conference, we went off to a local Mugg 'n Bean for supper where we met up with Clinton.

BEAUTY FOR ASHES



Then it was off to Beauty for Ashes Women's Conference for the evening and the whole of the next day. There we enjoyed excellent inspirational speaking from both Mary de Muth and Sue Keddy.

CWOSA COFFEE DATE

A few weeks later, in June, my husband Rob and I drove to Cape Town where once again I was able to meet up with some of our CWOSA members.

It was so good to meet up again with some of our earliest members plus one newbie, Retha. We talked writing and shared experiences for several hours whilst Ross's wife and my daughter plus another friend, who were all roommates and friends in college years ago, caught up on news at a nearby table.

I hope you've enjoyed this glimpse at some of our members enjoying each others company. Make a decision now to try and join us next time. Better still, why not find out which members live close to you, and have your own get-together. Writing is a lonely business, and it's great to have fellowship with one another whenever possible.

OVER TO YOU: 

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