Levi dotson
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Brahman Prarie
BRAHMAN PRARIE It was the summer of 1958, and I was 8 years old. I loved all of the animals on the farm but my favorite by far was Judah. He was born in the miracle barn. He was a brahman bull and the cutest one I had ever seen. His head was white as pure as snow and faded to silver on his neck and black near his hump. He had silver and white the rest of his body, but in a black patch near his hip was a white cross. We stayed in the barn as he was born to make sure everything was ok, but your grandma and grandpa went in for the night. I stayed out with my lantern and just sat there with momma and Judah. I leaned against him as he layed down and momma watched over us both.
By Levi dotson4 years ago in Fiction
Miracle barn
MIRACLE RANCH We had just got married when we bought this place back in 1945. It was a little run down but we were going to fix it up. We were the proud new owners of fifty acres. It was just a small cabin from the 1800's and needed some fixing up. Down the way past the big oak tree was an old barn with a hay loft. There was 30 acres of pasture and the rest was thick woods. Down in the trees was the most beautiful waterfall and creek that ran through the property. After we fixed up the house we built the chicken coop. I loved to watch them and see all of the beautiful colors in thier feathers glisten in the sun. We enjoyed them so much, we decided to get more animals. But first, the old barn needed some work. Your grandma and I loved sitting on the porch swing and watch the sunrise and sunsets. By the time I had the barn finished, it was almost our anniversary. I built a tower lookout on top of the barn with an old porch swing and windows all around. Youre grandma loved it and before long we spent alot of time up there in that old barn. It was so serene, and we would go there to pray. The deer and turkey would come out from the trees with the sunset that only the good Lord could paint. We eventually got some goats and cows. We eventually built a nice heard of brahman cattle. The bull would lay out in the pasture at the edge of the trees and call. They were so gentle, just like big puppy dogs. We eventually had a garden and orchard so abundant it was an eden. We had our acreage, we were surrounded by beauty and it seemed we had everything we could have dreamed of. We never actually knew how special our little piece of paradise was until the summer of 1950. We started to notice that alot of our neighbors crops were not doing to good and thier animals were not doing too well. We were in the beginning of the worst drought I had ever seen. As we watched life around us seem to dry up and wither away, our farm still thrived. One of our cows got out of the fence, by the time we found her days later she was weak and barely walking. Not knowing if she was going to make it through the night, we brought her into the barn. We stayed with her as long as we could then went to bed. Expecting to loose her overnight. The next morning we woke up and didnt even have our coffee before going to see her. To our suprise, she was just fine and not only just fine but better than before. She gad put on weight and was instantly the healthiest looking cow we had. The neighbors and people in town asked about her and shocked how well she was doing. They started wondering why our farm appeared unaffected by the drought and how we had a miracle cow while thier livestock was dying. After word got around, a girl and her mom showed up with a dog. It had been hit by a car and they asked if they could just sit in our barn with him. We lit a lantern for them and me and your grandma went to the tower to pray. We had been up there for just a few minutes when we heard "oh my God !!". The dog was completely healed. Your grandma and I were just as amazed. Well as you can imagine, there was no keeping that a secret. Another year went by and as the drought continued, we found out your grandma was pregnant with your mom. We were so excited to have our first child on this beautiful thriving farm. When the doctor delivered her, she wasn't crying. The doctor said she was still born. We were devastated. We took her home to bury her on the farm. But grandma wanted to sit with her for a few minutes to grieve and say goodbye. She took her up to the tower. The cows must have sensed something because they all came running to the barn. Just then, I heard crying. Not sad crying and not your grandma. It was the baby, she was alive! God had come down to visit the miracle barn that day. To this day the Lord blesses us and that farm and to Him be the glory for that miracle barn. That precious little child you now know as mom.
By Levi dotson5 years ago in Families
Sweet Dreams
I was a marine with a truck company in Afghanistan. We were attatched to a recon unit providing transportation for night ops. I have seen some crazy stuff. We even had a run in with the kandahar giant. It appear human but far from it. That was at that point the craziest, supernatural thing I had ever witnessed until I got out.
By Levi dotson5 years ago in Fiction
The Consuming Fire
It does not matter what craft or project you enjoy, its more than the craft you see visually. Its an expression of the soul. A little piece of who you are that comes from deep within that manifests visually for others to see, touch and enjoy. As a spoken word has life, so does the creation of our hands when crafted from the pool of emotion that we pour into our projects. Creativity burns within us like a fire that must be released and as it is outwardly expressed, it consumes others. It has and impact on our world and whether it be writing, singing, scultpting, knitting, carving, or even architecture. Doent matter the medium, it can bring us peace and stike a memory or an emotion for our audience. The art of someone elses creativity sparks mine, music. Music has a great impact on my creativity whether im welding or carving and listening to heavy metal. Something high energy or something slower like country or love songs while I draw, paint, or write. I do many crafts and mediums but ultimately, its the burning of emotion within me that must be expressed. Creativity must be released, its how a creative person was designed. My peace does not come from the work of creating but the expression of what I carry inside me. Sometimes my anger comes out in a fiery dark painting or love through a drawing of my son. Creativity can affect others as much as the artist though. A drawing I did for my aunt who lost her son or the right words through the gift of wriring has brought healing to a family. Sometimes crafting can just make a great decor but its really a portal that takes us somewhere else in our mind. Crafting gives both the artist and audience a tranquility and peace that is hard to find anywhere else even if just for a moment. To all of us who are creative enough to tap into our the well of emotion in our souls enough to express it and touch others on a level they themselves may not even understand. The world thanks you.
By Levi dotson5 years ago in Lifehack
Tomorrows too late
Doomed to roam a burning darkness, desolation have we brought upon ourselves. We gave him power and he used it against us. The rise of the beast glorified by wonders unseen. Powers beyond the capability of our mind to comprehend. A god to the masses but few of us refused to submit. I had no idea the horrors that would befall us who would resist the fiery beast. In my worst nightmare I could not have imagined the hell ive seen. The deserts stained red from the blood of men and women beheaded for defying the beast and his prophet. What once were lush forests teeming with life and abundance posioned by rotting flesh. I was a veteran of the marine corps, a protector of the helpless and a single father. I knew things were getting bad, but that was six years ago. I would give anything to go back to 2028, any trace of the world I knew is gone. I just didnt think it would happen this fast. My kids disappeared right before the beast came on the scene. I was blinded by intense light and when my sight came back, they were gone. Its better off anyway. I wouldnt want them to see what I have seen. Aliens, bigfoot, mermaids, mothmen, even zombies would be better than the demons that lurk now. Somedays I wish this mountain would collapse on me and end my suffering. I have seeked death and could not find it. I trust no one. There are what looks like normal people but when the sun goes down they are sent out to find others like me. The darkness changes them. Creatures standing 15 feet tall, ten twisted horns and eyes blazing like a thousand suns. Ash like scales and black as night underneath. Smoke rising from the depth of thier demonic bodies. They growl a deep tone that hurts your ears. You dont even know who is human anymore. I have to avoid people and I am constantly being hunted by someone or something. A few years back someone told me of something that could change the world. Something that could bring peace back to the earth and make things better. I have been on a journey to find this heart shaped lockett that contains the power to set things right again and defeat the beast. Ive been told it has more power than all the demons and even the leader and his prophet combined. If you are reading this, I dont know I am still alive but I hope someone will have found that lockett. They say it is silver and has an engraving on it that says 2 thess. I dont know what that means and I dont know what it contains but......
By Levi dotson5 years ago in Futurism
