Hiya, Welcome back to PEP! Happy Belated Mother’s Day to all the mother’s visiting PEP. I spent Mother’s Day with mine, having a big breakfast, going to a park, having a picnic and reading; working in my garden and playing video games.
This week’s question: Which is more important: Talent or Hard work?
My answer: In my opinion, Hard work is more important. Even if you are truly talented, if you don’t hone the talent, develop the gift, then you’re wasting the talent. Even if you may not be as naturally talented as someone else in say, art; if you work hard enough, you can become equally talented.
What’s your answer?
This week’s baking and cooking: None this week, I’m afraid.
This week’s writing:
They exchanged glances as they heard it again. A low, dark, rumbling noise is coming from the room across the hall. It certainly didn’t sound friendly and last they knew, there weren’t any occupants of the dorm room. There shouldn’t be anything in there.
Lonnie furrowed his brows, “Should we go check it out?”
His roommate immediately shook his head, “No way, man. Whatever that is, is def not friendly. I don’ think its anything we should get mixed up in.”
“Should we report it, then?”
Scott tilted his head, “We can do that. Perhaps there’ll be some answers about it.”
When they returned back to room 109 from reporting the strange noises to their R.A. they did indeed come away with more knowledge.
Lonnie’s face was pale, “Why did no one ever tell us that before we moved in.”
“Probably because if everyone knew that room 112 is haunted, no one would move in.”
Scott sighed, “I know. Something this huge shouldn’t be hidden from everyone. Maybe we can find more information on the beast that supposedly lives in there.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s supposedly since we can hear it.”
“Yeah, but who says that isn’t a prank. There could be a recording set up in there, on a continuous loop.”
Lonnie paused, “I hadn’t thought of that.”
Scott hummed in thought.
“Let’s keep an eye on the room and do some more research on it.”
Neither realized that they would run out of time if they didn’t get protections in place. Protections they didn’t know about, at the urging of the R.D. to soothe the beast in room 112, against the wishes of the East Floor 1 RA. HE remembered the year before and didn’t think it was right that whoever lost the lottery of being placed in room 109 was sacrificed.
© Paula Crofoot
Monday Motivation: Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
Writing Prompt: Do not forget. I am Royal, I am Ethereal, I am Monstrous. When I find you, you will PAY for your disrespect.
My Book of the Week: Apocalypse Cow: Book 1 by Michael Logan. I enjoy destruction of world, thriller, zombie books. I haven’t gotten very far into the book so I’ll have to see what I actually think of the book.
Music I’m listening to as I’m posting this: That’s What I Think: Cyndi Lauper-Twelve Deadly Cyns… and then some.
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