Hiya, Welcome back to PEP! This post is a little late as I spent this morning reorganizing the dining room in my house. That is something that I do well and actually enjoy-organization. I’ve already organized the kitchen, now the dining room is done. Next is either living room or, more than likely, my bathroom. The living room is fairly large with a lot of knick-knacks so I think I’ll leave it for last. Tomorrow I’ll likely do my next piece of baking. You can find the first, a Swiss Cake, on my Twitter and Instagram, links to which are on this blog. Tomorrow is the coolest day in this area, if you wanna call 89 cool, which in August in Texas, is a cool front. My next baking try is a Cherry Cake; it’s an English recipe so it’ll be an interesting experiment. One last thing before this week’s question, anyone watch Sharknado 5: Global Swarming last night? I did and I would love to talk to anyone else who did as I’m the only one I know that enjoy that type of movies.
This week’s question: What’s the most outrageous thing you’ve ever done?
My answer: To date, I’m going to have to say climbing Dunn’s waterfall in Jamaica is the craziest, most outrageous thing I’ve ever done. It wasn’t easy, you start at the bottom of a multi-level waterfall and climb up, in the middle of, the waterfall until you reach the top. There are points you can step out if you can’t do it. But I Did It! I made it all the way to the top and I will be the first to admit that while I’m not in bad shape, I’m not exactly iron-man material either, with a bad knee no less. Granted, I’m in my 20s so I’m fairly young, which was in my favor. What’s the most outrageous thing you’ve ever done?
Writing for this week: The young woman jolted awake, unsure of what had woken her from a deep sleep. She peered around, shoving her thick black hair out of her face. She slowly sat up, deep frown on her face. She couldn’t see or hear anything that should’ve jolted her awake so suddenly. She sat up straight as she realized just what it was. It was dead silent in the house. It should not be nearly this quiet. At all times, she had a fan going in her room alone, much less she should be able to hear the toenails of Max on the hardwood floor headed to her room. She could never wake up without him joining her shortly after. She started to call out to Max, this silence oppressive and unsettling. She stopped herself just in time, it couldn’t possibly be safe to make too much noise right now. She quietly slipped out of bed, throwing her light robe over her pjs and tiptoeing out of her room. She carefully stepped down into the sunken living room as it was pitch black, freezing immediately upon stepping into something slimy. She couldn’t see her hand in front of her face so she had no idea what she had just stepped in. She backtracked and silently shut the door to her bedroom, hand over her mouth to muffle her breathing. She fumbled for her flashlight, freezing to ensure no one had heard her. Sitting on her bed, she flipped the switch and just barely muffled her scream at the red blood covering the bottom of her foot. At the sudden sound in the hallway, she dropped off her bed, scuttling into the closet, keeping as quiet as possible. The door creaked open and she heard heavy footsteps slowly stepped into the room. Dropping the flashlight into her lap, she pressed both hands over her mouth, praying whoever this was wouldn’t hear her breathing. It was fruitless and the closet door slowly slid open. She peered up, hoping that maybe she couldn’t be seen in the dark, but in the back of her mind, she knew if she could see this giant of a man, he could see her. The last thing Brooke saw were glinting green eyes and a wide, mad smile, full of gleaming teeth. © Paula Crofoot
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