#The Weary Traveler by: Laura Scott ~ Part Six ~ Every Friday

The Weary Traveler ~ Part Six

 

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#The Weary Traveler by: Laura Scott ~ Part Four ~ Every Friday

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The Weary Traveler

Part Four

by: Laura Scott

Illustrations by: Laura Scott

I overheard the driver talking over his radio telling someone he’d stopped off at the local farmers market before we left the city limits.

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 My heart sank inside of me after accepting the fact I shall never live in Independence, Kentucky again. Even the food didn’t have an aroma after we were on the highway. Oh no! I’ve gone and lost one of my senses…I can’t smell anything!

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The highway sounded as if it were screaming at us, while he sped down the interstate. The hot asphalt meeting the rubber tires made any horror movie sound like rainbows and lollypops.

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Why oh why couldn’t my hearing be the sense that up and disappeared? But, oh no the interstate was screaming and squealing, until the driver stopped for gas.

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After he jumped out of the cab I wondered why he never once cleaned the passenger side windows, or the front windshield. There were bug guts covering the glass and dust from the highway so thick you would need a paint scraper to clean all of it off.

After a short time I fell asleep again listening to the screaming of the highway underneath the trucks tires. Tap…Buzz…Tap…I felt a tiny sensation tapping on my jacket, waking me from dreaming about back home in Kentucky.

To add frustration to the day the driver must have bought old bananas at the farmers market, because we had fruit flies buzzing around my jacket inside of this hot truck. I tried to make the best out of my situation just like the elder taught me to do. So, I pretended the marching band was conducting the screaming highway and the fruit flies were the chorus.

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To be continued next Friday, so stay tuned for Part Five

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#The Weary Traveler by: Laura Scott ~ Part Three ~ Every Friday

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The Weary Traveler

Part Three

by: Laura Scott

Illustrations by: Laura Scott

The engine of the truck sounded like a marching band to me as we pulled out of the parking space, heading for Tennessee on our way to Richmond, Texas. My imagination on a scale of one to ten was without a doubt a ten.

No matter what situation I found myself in I always made the best of my circumstances. I mean really…what else was I suppose to do at this point in time? My fate was not held within my own hands, so I’d better make the lemonade taste as sweet as possible. In the grand scheme of things this trip I was on was going to be a magical ride as long as I could keep a positive attitude.

The driver stopped the truck just before we were out of the city limits of Independence and cut the engine off. Which, left me wondering if I’d fallen a sleep and we had arrived in Tennessee already?

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Plop!  Went a paper bag of fruit and vegetables the driver threw into the truck just before he jumped back into his seat and re-ignited the engine, again with sounds of a marching band announcing we were on our way again.

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The smell of the fruit and even the vegetables made me feel like eating everything in the paper bag, before we were even up to the speed limit on the highway.

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To be continued next Friday, so stay tuned for Part Four….

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#The Weary Traveler by: Laura Scott ~ Part Two ~ Every Friday

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The Weary Traveler

Part Two

by: Laura Scott

Illustrations by: Laura Scott

I didn’t have a need for packing anything to take along with me on my adventure, but I did need to make sure my body was covered properly in case of rain during the week of September. Before, the truck ride to my final destination I stopped into our post office to say goodbye one last time.

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I’ve heard so many good things about our post office where all of the letters and packages go to be processed and shuffled on their way toward their own destinations with fresh fancy stamps placed on their upper right corner and with a thud sound of the postage mark to the left of the stamps it was declared this parcel had begun its travels from Independence, Kentucky with a date of its departure clearly visible.006-independence-ky-post-office-boxes-with-woman

What an exciting time this was for me beginning my first adventure across the country, but first I would need to back track and travel to Richmond, Texas before my actual adventure traveling to Canada begins.

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I was warned in a whisper by an elder that once I arrived in Richmond, Texas I would be placed up for inspection to make certain I was the proper one to travel the great distance to Canada. Only the bravest souls were allowed to leave Richmond after they were granted permission to embark on this quest across the country.

The layover in Richmond I was told could perhaps be a lengthy one, because this place had so much going on at any given time. So, my journey begins all safely tucked inside of the truck with a destination of Richmond, Texas on my horizon.

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To be continued next Friday, so stay tuned for Part Three….

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#The Weary Traveler by: Laura Scott ~ Part One ~ Every Friday

I’ve been working on a Pen tablet, shown below. I wanted to try my hand at illustrating a short story I’ve written. The journey began with playing around on the Pen Tablet and wound up drawing a sort of monster which I ran a naming contest with prizes to be won.

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The winner was a sweet young lady who gave my monster the name, ” Burger King.”

So, I brought in my finished picture to Sketch Book Pro and gave him a whopper hamburger to hold and of course the golden crown. I took the file into a printing shop and had a few prints made and sent to her a copy for her room. She was so excited to have been chosen in the draw that I just had to give to this winner a little bit extra. It makes me so happy to bring smiles to others and my goal is to never fail in this quest of mine. I take it very seriously and let life guide me to where I need to deliver the blue bird of happiness…

So, without further adieu here is Part One with my own illustrations done with the Pen Tablet in the program called, SketchBook Pro. I hope you enjoy the short story and the illustrations as much as I have creating them. I will release each part of the story, The Weary Traveler every Friday! So, stay tuned and I know you’ll be glad you did….

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The Weary Traveler

Part One

by: Laura Scott

Illustrations by: Laura Scott

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I was born on January 1, 2007 into an already crowded family of many. The exact number is unimportant at this time. In a few short months I will celebrate my 8th birthday, but already I’m feeling twice my age.

Since, my conception I’ve never left my home of Independence, Kentucky. But, my days were numbered living in the quaint city of Independence.

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I am about to begin an adventure traveling clear across this country of ours to reside in another country far away from the only family I knew. The hardships that would haunt me during my travels were unknown to me in the beginning, but became clear to me after leaving the city of my conception, where I always felt safe and sound after hearing our local fire trucks speeding down the road with the sirens blazing to rescue someone or save a building in dire need of help.

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To be continued next Friday, so stay tuned for Part Two….

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