Animal Pack: coop, doghouse, birdhouse etc.

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Animal Pack is an instructional guide to construct a 4×6 doghouse, a 4×6 chicken coop, a 6x6x10 fort, a birdhouse and a 3x3x3 cat fort. This guide is for the do it yourself carpenter who wants to fill his place with forts and structures for their many beloved pets.

https://www.amazon.com/Animal-Pack-Fort-Guidebook-19/dp/1721188142

 

 

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Carpentry Instructions to build a Chicken Coop

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Build your own chicken coop:

This chicken coop was specifically built in a certain manner. The picture on the front cover was the chicken coop built for this plan.

These instructions are a guide to build a 4×6 chicken coop that is roughly three and a half feet tall. The housing area is two feet from the ground.

I would like to point out that the instructional drawings are not to scale. They are renditions to help visually explain certain details, not to be taken as scale models. They are approximate shapes and patterns but very easy to follow.

I would recommend that you thoroughly read the entire instructions before proceeding with construction. There are options, choices and special notes that may be of interest to you.

Cost: The price for the materials to build this project would be dependent upon what material that you purchase. Some lumber is more expensive than others. However, the original structure was built with standard pine so the general cost would be around $200, that would include hardware.

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http://www.amazon.com/Chicken-Coop-Fort-Guidebook-Volume/dp/1493790412/

Amongst the Shadows: Dystopian Sci Fi

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After the Earth was ravaged by wars, the governments collapsed and the corporations thrived. Humanity evolved with animals, converging human and animal DNA together making the breeds. Robin Luddites become crime bosses that hire contracts to balance out the corrupt corporations.

Darius Jones returns to Dallas to investigate the deaths of his brothers. After Darius’ supposed death and hiding for over ten years, he has to navigate through the corporate corruptions to find the killers. He assembles an unlikely crew to achieve his goals and runs into trouble every step he takes. The mystery reveals secrets to his own past that brought him to his current fate.

Gus Sips is a naive Loader, trying to find someone to hire him for criminal jobs.

Wimpy is a old school grunt. An arrogant mercenary who lives and breaths the chaotic gun toting, blood soaked streets of the dying cities.

Dr. Steiner is a quirky Tech Farmer, with little business and poorly run staff.

Magis Dern is a loud mouthed tool with little ambitions and various experiences.

Tu Fasse is a slick, clever woman. An escort on the side and a ruthless contract during the day.

With this team of misfits, it seems doubtful that Darius will come out of it alive but he has to try…because Gerrick was family.

This contains adult material, sex, violence, language and adult situations. Now with illustrations

 

End of Dry Days: classic high fantasy 9th edition

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End of Dry Days: ninth edition

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Where the sun rises from the south and sets in the north, the East suffered through wars from the Warlock’s army of Derkbocas. The Warlock was a mysterious sorcerer and harnesser of evil magic, punishing and reigning evil over the races. The Five Sisters wielded Warlock like a scepter so they could ruin the world and then controlled it.
The territories were divided by suspicions and prejudices; horrors partitioned between towns and cities, and curses lingered over the graves created by the Five Sisters.
The Derkbocas were an army of enslavers that acted upon the wishes of the Warlock. Their deep patrol ransacked the town of Naglim and herded the surviving Naglings towards the Warlock’s caves to serve his greed. Down a forbidden road and deep into the Doren Woods, they heeded none of the rumors of a vengeful spirit that destroyed travelers. They arrogantly believed that their master’s evil grasp on them would protect them against harm.
The Naglings were tired from the violence, weary of their doom but they were determined to free one of their people from enslavement. While their enslavers were mindless of their actions, the adults freed a nine year old child and coaxed her to flee.

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Cut loose by her own people, Ka (Kae) raced through the open forest. She followed the thick and clumpy leaves like a paved road. On a normal day, she would have found the darkness suffocating and frightening, but not that darker night. That muggy night, the forest seemed open and free as she hurtled across overgrown roots and bushes, her raven black hair fanning behind her like a sail.
Her captors pursued aggressively, their boots clomping against the hardened earth in heavy strides. Their heavy groans and pants trailed behind her, bouncing against the gloomy haze. Her people were naturally agile and quick, but even with the three jointed legs, her captors kept pace like an enraged Lylecat.
A flash of lightning struck the night’s sky; no thunder responded after it. Another strike of lightning outlined the crumbling silhouette of a stone tower waiting up the hill. She altered her course for the stone walls, hoping to find the means to evade her captors. Behind her, she heard the faint whistling of an under-thrown spear; it thudded to the earth and rattled down a ravine. The fear of death put a maddened skip to her race.
If she could only lose them; lose their interest. What was one Nagling compared to all of her people? Why pursue this far when they have thousands to enslave? For that matter, why did her people assist in her release? Ka wondered.
Another strike of lightning filled the horizon with light and highlighted the crumbling tower from a forgotten kingdom in front of her. The lifeless tower was so much closer than she expected that she almost stumbled backward, as if the stone walls pursued her.
No longer was the tower able to fortify its battlements, protect against its enemies, or spy over its own people. Tonight, Ka would give it a chance to save one lost soul. She coiled inside a gash in the tower’s rock wall to enter its hollow entrance. The tower opened into a dark abyss. The rest of the castle was buried beneath her feet. There was no sign of battlements, ramparts, hoarding or castle’s peak.
She searched the horizon for her pursuers. She could not see their bodies but she could hear their harsh breaths approaching. They paused, slowing their pace and their breathing. Her pursuers’ hearing was better than most; their eyesight was worse compared to a Nagling who were gifted with excellent sight and was said to have been the offspring of fairy creatures of old.
At first, she saw no one. Their boots did not thud against the leaves. Their breathing was no longer hardened by the struggling gasps through thick air.
But then, there it was. A bulky form crossed up the hill, pausing every step while searching the surrounding woodland. They knew that she was close. She controlled her breathing by taking shallow inhales but nothing could stop the wild pitter patters of her heart. As the Derkboca moved closer, she slowly cowered into the tower’s gaping wound.
The lightning struck hard, and this time, the thunder howled after it. The storm was coming, but the third moon peeked like a spying eye between the clouds creasing the sky. The clouds were determined to storm, filling the sky and sending gusty winds to sway the trees, but the elements still avoided the third moon, allowing it to watch the Nagling from its perch in the night sky.
Ka wished the rush of howling sounds would disguise her thumping heart and heavy breathing. She had limited experience in the real world, a few outings beyond the Naglim border, but nothing as serious as the exciting things that she had read in books.
Lightning flashes lit the Derkboca’s harsh teeth, long and pointy daggers of ivory. The teeth were knives hammered into flat jaws that rattled against one another as they walked. Their faces were wrinkled with deep ravines that intertwined like many vines, and their eyes were large gashes cut into the faces. She had seen pictures of her captors before in school books; they had frightened her even into her ninth age. Those pictures did not give them the ugly tribute they deserved, she thought.
The armor and weapons complimented their deformed features, with overlapping straps and multi layers of metal and stone. The colors of their uniforms were mixed with grays and blacks with a spattering of white chalk that discharged a white powder puffing around their short and bulky bodies.
The second Derkboca emerged behind a tree, closer to the tower and young Ka. She held her breath and tightened her arms about her body to keep her pursuers from hearing her shiver. She wondered if they could sense her frightened soul. Many times, she had read about the unique magic that could sense creatures and detect ailing spirits. But she had no means to ward away their evils.
To calm her nerves, her fingers rubbed the fur that was beginning to grow on the outside of her left arm. She closed her eyes and mentally hummed a calming tune, something she did often when she was upset by her peers while trying to fall asleep in the orphanage barracks.
Peering around the tower’s side, Ka saw that the first pursuer had disappeared behind some growth, so fixed on the closer Derkboca that its peer had slipped from her mind. But the one that was closer seemed to gaze at her. It kept staring; its weapons rattling against the strength of the wind. It stared for long moments and then tilted its body towards the east.

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As she held her breath, she realized that tears were gently falling from her face. Could they hear the pittering of the tears on the leaves? Could the creature see her through the darkness of the night?
The Derkboca moved away while grunting to its comrade. In response, the other Derkboca emerged behind some trees and shrugged its entire body; it shifting and tilting like rings jostling on a pike.
Another flash of light beamed from the east, but it did not come from the storm. It was a bright blue that filled the forest on all sides and darkened the trees in red. The Derkbocas looked in the direction of the east where a shimmering figure hovered in a cold haze on top of a hill. The figure seemed out of place from the world like it was painted on top of another painting. Its body was translucent; a bluish shimmer flowed over its body. The ghost was armored and uniformed. By its angry but narrow eyes, Ka could tell that it had been spirited from the world but was never released from its burdens of duty.
A couple of seconds passed after the flash of light and then the Derkbocas crumbled like loose rocks scattering on the leaves; their weapons clattered to the ground.

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In one moment, Ka was relieved, and then her bewilderment became fear. The ghostly figure hovered over the crumbled corpses like Death loitering over the inevitable. The ghost turned towards Ka like it rotated on a pedestal revolve.
Ka was sure that the spirit could see through the dark night and spot her shivering form in the bowels of the tower‘s shadows. She shook her head like she could ward off its evil from penetrating her heart with such a simple gesture. The ghost continued to stare for long seconds, unwilling to release its gaze; fixing a quiet stare on her scared soul. It opened its jaw to speak but only the howling of the storm burst from its lungs. Her heart pounded in her throat; her hands slipped off the tower stones. She felt a cold breath touching her body, but instead of it coming from the ghost, it came from behind her, somewhere deep within the graves of the tower.
And then she fell.

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She remembered her books. Lots of books lined the bottom of her bed, stuffed and stacked in long rows. Her favorites were tucked beneath her mattress and her current read was hidden beneath the pillow so she could paw its binding as she slept. They were all gone. Every word and every picture had been transformed into ash.

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The village was burned, and her people were enslaved. For years, the Warlock used Derkbocas to terrify and conquer the East. They slowly stormed through one village, a city, a town and then another, until there were no more free races. Her people had been next. Slowly, people were disappearing from the world, either by hiding, death or slavery.
She was sad for her people but she doubted that her village would be sad for her. She was no one of interest, just a curious child.
Ka feared that she would be alone in the world with no one left to share her interests. She may have been tolerated by the Mother, but she would miss the noise of the orphanage. She would miss her friend Phalae. Living there, she stood alone among the dozens of children who were abandoned by the death of their parents, just like her.
She saw the panic of her people. She saw the death of the few brave soldiers. She saw the buildings burn and crumble.
She thought that her people would disappear like many of the races who were destroyed by the Warlock and the Five Sisters. The Trellids, the Firthtins, the Caravoon, the Doren, the Brethren…

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The columns looked like trees, giant stone trees carved from root to branch. Ka was not sure if the columns had been carved from stone or had existed as petrified trees. After so many years, the columns held the ceiling up, preventing the earth from caving inside, but the ceiling was cracked from vines, roots and stalagmites fighting for supremacy over a broken foundation.
She lay on the floor of a large room, the inside of once a great hall; the last remains of a castle trapped underground like a coffin. Behind her, a stairwell led into a dirt wall, never to ascend anywhere. Doors were broken, and archways were collapsed.
She noticed an orange glow emitting behind the column so she crawled around it and spotted the fire. The flames fanned fiercely as if attempting to fight away an abrupt death. Two ragged chairs warmed themselves in front of the blaze; a rickety table cradled some bread and water of to the side. The fireplace was once carved with unique designs of a language, now chipped and dulled. Above the fireplace, the portrait of an angry man glared forward but it retained its perfect colors, its beautifully etched frame and its angry brow.
Ka did not like the look of the man in the portrait; it upset her.
“You fell. You fell into my castle.” A man in a two layered robe strolled from behind the column. She did not think he was hiding, just that she hadn’t noticed him. His outer coat lay below the waist, and the second coat draped over the legs, dragging across the floor. The coats were different colors, but the fire’s vibrant glow prevented her from distinguishing the colors. His beard was lazy and so was his walk, but sad.
He pressed his fingers onto the table and it wobbled in disagreement. “Some measly scraps to rebuild your strength, and then you can go.”
“A ghost…” she began to speak of the horror she witnessed and then changed her mind. “He looks very mean.” Ka gestured at the portrait.
“My father was mean. Of course, when your kingdom sinks below the earth because of a curse…well, I will not bore you. I will not bore you with such trivial things that a young one cannot resolve. You have your own problems to contend with.”
Ka watched the food; her stomach agreeing with her mind that she must eat. As she eyed the food and crept toward it, the mysterious man scanned the young Nagling’s smooth and silky face as she brushed her long black hair back so none of it was eaten with the food.
Finding courage, she found the bread edible and the water went down well enough.

“There was a ghost. A…fuzzy creature that…”
“Yes. Yes, you had begun to speak of it but then turned away.”
“It destroyed them.”
“Odd,” the man considered. “Usually, it scares most away and destroys others. It destroyed others and scared you within. Very odd.” The man moved to a book that was set on the mantle and began to read the foreign tongue, muffling the words under hissing breaths.
Ka did not recognize the language, and she was the best in her linguistics class, familiar with all the current languages spoken aloud throughout the eastern lands. She assumed it was a dead language, or a forbidden one. She thought she recognized one word that meant “young noble one” or “princess,” what her people would call a “Free One.” Her proctors had been very encouraging with her studies, even for an orphan.
Naglings were also known for their education as well as their swiftness. They were not known for their abilities with steel or machines of war. Most of her people who had traveled to other lands would serve as advisors.
Ka had studied many of the races and had immediately recognized the Derkbocas from sight. Similarly, she recognized the man as one of the Brethren’s race. His nose parted down his face and then split into two nostrils wrapping around the cheek and facing the ears. The ears stretched long across the sides of the head and down the neck. The cheeks were lined with five gills that rippled when he spoke. The lump on his back was his hind arms, folded casually behind him. Making him appear like he were blind, his two eyes were completely green with no pupils or capillaries. This race was commonly known as Thist, but this one was obviously Doren, or what was left of the people.
“Why did it do that?” she asked between nibbles of bread.
“Perhaps you should ask him?” At the man’s suggestion, Ka’s eyes turned white while shaking her head. The man conceded, “Perhaps not. I would avoid him. You may have been lucky.” The man slammed the book close and then tilted to the side. He eyed her from that angle for long seconds. Ka was tired of being stared at for one night and pretended to look around the room. “Very lucky.”
“Who are you?” she asked.
“I am the last of the Doren. My people are gone or buried or migrated to another kingdom.” He pointed to the ceiling. “He was the only guard who was not here when the curse took place. He’s filled with emotion, as with most shades of the netherworld when they do not return in bliss. He must be filled with a feeling of regret or a desire to fulfill an obligation. An obligation usually set in stone, in prophecy. A prophecy foretold by some fool who no one would believe or listen to until everyone realizes their mistake. And here we are. A buried castle, a lost heir, a ghost roaming the walls, and a little girl.”
“I won’t be staying.”
“You most certainly will not. You may sleep the night off, but by morning, I will shove you out. Good night.”
The man of Doren stomped away and threw the door closed on the way out. The door clanged on the archway and defiantly crept back open. Ka watched the blackness through the doorway for a second. The man shifted from rude to curious like a teetering pendulum.
Ka curled into a chair with the least holes and stains, and tucked her legs beneath her jade tunic. She pawed about her clothes, checking the tunic for the book and the small dagger, and then patted the brown umber vest that carried the empty vial. When exploring the forest, she had used the vial to collect specimens so she could investigate their elements when returning to her books.
She pulled herself into a ball, a common shape she was taking recently, and laid her fingers against the line of fur on her left arm. Phalae was her favorite adult friend whose right arm had two lines running down it, but the Mother had shaved her line once a week.
Ka would have removed her small black shoes, but thought better of it, just in case she had to run again. Still scared but feeling a little safer, she felt compelled to be ready at the slightest noise, the eeriest of sounds; the harshest of calls.
She noticed the rug. At first glance she thought it was patterned in random shapes, maybe even stains. But it wasn’t. It was a map of the surrounding lands. Doren was centered; the Nagling homeland was in the wrong place. In fact, Naglier occupied more territory and lay closer to the other races. She studied the map trying to plot her direction for tomorrow. Eventually, her study hypnotized her to sleep.

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Some sleep came to her but the cold awoke her randomly. Her knees quaked and her nose felt like an icicle. She pulled her clothes tight around her, but it did not help. Opening an eye, she looked to the fireplace and wondered why the fierce blaze couldn’t ward off the chill in her bones.
On the table, beetles fought over the few bread crumbs remaining on the plate. The portrait was covered in shadow, except the frame that shimmered lightly in silver. The book seemed to glow, but Ka assumed that was impossible.
A familiar cold feeling rushed through her body, starting with her toes and running up her body like racing beetles. Suddenly, she shook wildly to scare away the feeling. She felt eyes on her body, a focused glare following her emotions.
Ka saw the ghostly guardsman. At first, it appeared like a satin silk curtain wafting against the breeze that would flow through an open window. Then it shaped into the guardsman. She was not sure what to do; she remained quiet and still as if she could hope to outwit the ghost by pretending to be a statue.
The guardsman stood in front of the fireplace with open arms; the fire was still hot. The ghost moved through the blaze and into a room on the other side. Ka had not noticed the room before that moment. Still not sure if she should fear or trust the ghost, she watched it hover away. It patiently waited on the other side of the fire. She tried to convince herself that the fireplace was walled up and there was no other room on the other side of it; it could have been some evil and ethereal illusion. She shook her head defiantly, thinking she was delusional, tired, or still sleeping. She returned her gaze to the ghost and discovered it still there, waiting.
“I am not following you.”
The fire stopped. Like turning off a lamp, the logs ceased to burn.
Mostly out of curiosity, Ka stood from the chair and glanced through the opening. She wondered if it was possible that the ghost contained some magic and could wield it so easily. The guardsman had saved her from the Derkbocas and didn’t seem intent to hurt her. Although, she knew nothing about magic or the world of the “unliving” and couldn’t be sure. It made no sense to invite terror into her life; her unknown journey had spiraled her towards a frightening storm.
On the other side of the fireplace, there was nothing but the waiting ghost and more broken walls. Boldness pushed her, and she leapt over the logs. The excitement dissipated from her quickly after she took a long look at the ghost. The boldness drained away, leaving her pale and cold. Reconsidering her brash action, she checked the exit. The logs remained cool, and the opening remained viable.
Looking back, the ghost had vanished. In its place, a pedestal carried a sapphire winking at her. The sapphire blew shapes in the air like smoke from a pipe. First, it formed a dove, then a dagger, and last a crescent. She reached out to the gem but before she could touch it, it leapt from the pedestal and planted into her palm.
Pain.
The sapphire seared into her flesh, burrowing a hole into her hand. She opened her mouth to scream but she could only make a crackled squeak. Tears escaped her eyes. Her knees buckled and she dropped to the floor. When the sapphire stopped burrowing, she wiped the tears and sweat from her face with a sleeve.
She waited. Still, there was no ghost. She waited some more, keeping her palm facing down, too afraid to see what had happened to her hand. Thinking of the suffering she had been enduring, she was angry with the ghost, and then the Doren man, and even the Mother who treated her poorly. All of her feelings rushed through her like a rage mopping up memories in a series of brush strokes.
The sapphire glowed. It lit her face in blue light enveloping her hand and filling the room. Slowly turning her hand around, she saw that the sapphire was embedded like a stone dropped in mud. Desperately, she scraped at it to try plucking it out. Nothing worked. The sapphire was ingrained into her hand.
Tears returned to drench her face. “This isn’t fair!” she cried out. “No fair.” Ka slumped to the floor and pulled into a ball. “I don’t want this.”
“How did you get in there? What’s unfair?” The man of Doren peered through the fireplace opening, rubbing his hand on the stonework. “There was no opening here. How did you…?” He stopped. His head cocked like a dog’s ears sensing the pounding sound of boot heels marching against the crumbling stonework. He did not recognize the footsteps, only realizing intruders had entered his great hall. Ka knew the Derkbocas had returned for her. “Child, this hole in the wall must have an exit other than through the fire.” While he was speaking, he grabbed the book from the mantle and opened it towards the logs. He spoke two words and a fireball leapt from the pages and re-ignited the tired logs. “Find an exit.”
“No, there isn’t one…” While shaking her head in confusion, she spotted a staircase leading upward. Turning back to the fireplace, where there was an opening, there was now a wall. Behind the fireplace wall, she heard metal screeching against stone and the harsh grunts of Derkbocas. Another fire crackled louder than the fireplace, like someone had dropped a burning house into the room. She was familiar with that sound after hearing it when the Derkbocas set fire to every house in their Naglim village.
Without considering any more thoughts, she rushed towards the staircase and ascended.

Copyright 2008, 2014

by Jax E. Garson

If you enjoyed this except please feel free to purchase a copy or watch the trailer.

The Warlock enslaves, seizes and terrorizes the eastern lands at the urging of the Five Sisters. The Five Sisters have wreaked havoc across the world, leaving the scarred earth of the Eastern lands in the hands of their cruelest servant, the Warlock. The Warlock sends his army to enslave the fairy nymph race called the Naglings.

Where the sun rises from the south and the night is dotted with three moons, a young Nagling escapes her enslavers with the help of her people. Confused by her freedom and the outside world, she convinces herself to try and free her people. Along her journey, she acquires a great and loyal friend, a rock creature called Grodic. They become fast friends and share an innocent zeal for life and curious interest in the unique world.

On the journey, her presence invokes awe and hope from citizens believing she is the sign that the end of the Warlock’s reign is close at hand. While being stalked by an enigmatic and dangerous spirit, Ka enlists the help from a wanderer, a conjuror, two thieves, and a mercenary. The thieves are driven to follow her because of their persistent greed, despite the horrors that she awakens. The mercenary pursues her out of his own cruel ambitions above that greed. The conjuror’s motives are ambiguous.

Usually isolated from other races, Ka learns the difference between “what is said, what is read, and what is true.” Behind the odd assortment of traveling companions, a tracker trails their course for a General who leads an army with a mind of it’s own. Ka’s ambition to save her people may change the course of the East for all races in this alien world. But at what cost to herself and those around her?

A hope lingers that these are the end of Dry Days.

The first volume of the Fires Trilogy and start of the Kadic Series.

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Pirate Ship: a Guidebook to build a pirate fort!

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Some of us are not as creative or skilled enough to design our own forts. This instructional document is to help the novice or semi-experienced carpenter to create their own fort for their children or even pets.

This fort was specifically designed in a certain manner. It is called a Pirate Ship because it resembles a ship. It is not intended to function as an actual ship at sea or lake. The picture on the front cover is the fort that was designed for this plan.

Some modifications were made to simplify this plan for the novice. The original was designed to be a solitary 3x20x7 fort. Other parts were added, such as an optional mast that could reach eight feet or higher. This is obviously optional. It will be easy to add these portions later if you want, rather than build the entire thing at once.

These instructions are a guide to build a three foot wide and 17 feet plus long fort that is roughly seven feet tall to the top of the railings. It has a step unit leading onto the port side. The deck is four feet from the ground and the Aft deck is five feet from the ground. The underground area is four feet from ground.

Cost: The price for the materials to build this project would be dependent upon what material that you purchase. Some lumber is more expensive than others. However, the original structure was designed with standard pine so the general cost would be around $1500, that would include hardware.

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Dog House carpentry projects

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Build your own doghouse:

The picture on the front cover was the doghouse built for this plan.

Some modifications were made to simplify this plan for the novice. However the original was designed to be 4x6x5 doghouse with insulation. There are options to place doorways in different places.
There are also 2 different doorway sizes, (1’6”x 2’0” and 2’0” x 2’6”)

There are two different plans: one plan is for the doorway to be in the front (The four foot section) and another plan is for the doorway to be on the side. (On the back half of the six foot side.)

These instructions are a guide to build a 4×6 doghouse that is roughly five feet tall. The housing area is one foot from the ground and the roof is five feet from the deck.

Buy on paperback ($9.99): http://www.amazon.com/Dog-House-Fort-Guidebook-Ronald/dp/1493732994

On Kindle
http://www.amazon.com/Dog-House-Fort-Guidebook-ebook/dp/B00E4D43OI/

For Nook
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dog-house-ronald-rex/1117524681?ean=2940148276319

 

Here’s a simpler plan for a 4×4 doghouse.

 

5.0 out of 5 stars Very helpful book By on May 4, 2017  Verified PurchaseIt includes every project that you need for your dog with simple and clear illustration. It has more than you need.

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http://www.amazon.com/Dog-Pack-Carpentry-Projects-Guidebook-ebook/dp/B00GU1JM3Y

 

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Buy on paperback ($9.99): http://www.amazon.com/Dog-Pack-Carpentry-Projects-Guidebook/dp/1505658330

Here’s another doghouse:

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L-Shaped Doghous

Nice big and unique house for your dog our dogs.  Carpentry instructions to build an L-shaped doghouse with two doorways entering from ninety degrees.  Its dimensions are 6x6x5, sitting on a deck that is six inches off the ground.  The doorways are 1’6” x 2’0”.  It is built with siding and trim along the corners

This doghouse is estimated to cost around $400 dollars depending on the lumber purchased

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MUX4GPF

Print ($9.99): https://www.amazon.com/dp/1542999057

 

Then there are many other guidebooks:  Check out this trailer

 

 

Lonely House II: romance in a haunted house

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Amid a desert of sandy plains, rocky ridgelines and flattop plateaus, a lonely carpenter is sent out by mysterious benefactors to repair a Summer House. For Reginald Alphadem, it is the perfect job for the carpenter who loves isolation. He can spend the next eight months repairing, renovating and designing the perfect summer place.

But unexpected arrivals during a storm ruin his dreams. A family of eight, two parents, two children and four cats wander aimlessly about the home, making a mess wherever they go. A couple of drug addicts invade his space and play with his tools. And Fresca presumes authority by bossing everyone around.

But Reginald finds a love interest among them. Becca is a quirky lady that dances as a matter of course and carries a pet spider. Unfortunately, no one in the house likes either of them. This makes it difficult for him to make repairs and pursue Becca.

The storm has isolated the group from escaping, and strange occurrences leads Reginald to believe they are in trouble. The mystery starts with a few dead dogs and then a couple of cats. Then there are strange sightings of a creature at night. But then, one of their own goes missing.

The mystery becomes dangerous. Strange things are happening to the group, each discovering an odd alteration to their bodies. But that isn’t the worse of it. Their lives are in danger; something is stalking them.

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Lonely House: haunted mystery, romance

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Jennifer Alexander was searching for a new life.  She packed her possessions and set out to find a job in a new city.  During a heavy thunderstorm, she is detoured from the highway and led towards an abandoned house on top of a plateau.

This house is not ordinary, packed with antique furniture from decades ago.  The technology is antiquated.  The house appears to be abandoned but there is evidence that someone had once lived there recently.

The thunderstorm drives many people to seek the comfort of the house, a family of three, a manager, a female couple, an old man and a couch potato.  The heavy rains strand them there, some of their cars falling off the cliff in mudslides.  The house is like a time capsule of 70s and 80s furniture and items, except there does not appear to be any outlets or phone jacks.

On the first night, strange sounds scare the new residents, odd and spooky noises.  The following morning, they discover someone missing.  After searching the house, they are clueless as to how and why the person disappeared.  People are frightened that something haunts the house and seeks out to harm them.

Thomas Dreckerd is the only person that does not believe in ghosts; he is determined to learn the answers to the disappearances and the source of the noises.  Jennifer grooms an attraction to Thomas and follows him on his exploration of the house’s many mysteries.

As people continue to disappear, the mystery intensifies.  The other residents begin to blame Jennifer.  The others turn against her after several days of pummeling thunderstorms continue.

Jennifer and the others realize that they are not the only ones in the house.  There are secrets.  But something else lingers.  Will they be able to stop what is happening?  Or will they each be doomed to fate?

This story is set in the Blue Star Series universe but it hangs independent from the epic story.  This story relates to a specific marker mentioned in Restoration of Atlantis.  It is a haunted mystery and romance with science fiction elements.

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Lonely House

Bone Spider

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Bone Spider excerpt:

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The stone walls were shuffled out of place, some of them completely fallen out of formation, a puzzle of blocks uneven on the surface. Entire walls had collapsed, and the floor was jagged where it wasn’t interrupted by large sinkholes burrowing deep into the earth, so deep that they couldn’t see the bottom. In certain hallways, Invesia carried the dog while climbing along the rutted walls. The hallways were narrow and short; their heads ducked and tilted to walk through the jumble. As if the hallways were twisted like a snake, the walls swerved up and down; right to left. Their knees bent, putting pressure on their already tense muscles. Imagio constantly rubbed on his back calf, feeling a burning sting stabbing up to his back.

 
A couple of passages opened into larger rooms perforated with sinkholes. Some walls hung over the holes, counterweighted by avalanched stones. Portions of the ceiling had plummeted into the sinkhole chasms, creating openings into the upper floors.

 
Foreign writing layered the stones, a language that Invesia did not recognize. The blocky letters were partitioned with pictographs illustrating the words. As she scrambled through the passages, her mind attempted to identify the race belonging to the language.
They continued to crawl through collapsed passages, trimmed around the edges of sinkholes. They climbed up leaning walls, skirted along edges and squeezed between walls that were pushed against each other.

 
Invesia knew that the sinkholes had formed from the underground Lavaworm mazes, a creature long absent from that area but their devastation still remained. The Lavaworms consumed earth as they passed under the surface, and their bodies emitted so much heat that the underground caverns congealed stone into cylinders. The creature’s absence caused the tunnels to deteriorate, eventually collapsing into sinkholes. For the ruins to be effected so dramatically, Invesia realized a large nest must have had existed below them.

 
The sinkholes were rich with life; a natural cycle had formed in the unique habitat. The nut berry vines formed around the sinkhole walls, effectively solidifying and strengthening the layers of stone and mud to prevent further collapse. The sweet fruit surrounded a nut seed that was rich in protein. The vines only grew in the dark, a rare plant that didn’t need sunlight to prosper, thriving underground, in the dark; with little air.

 
The flores insects fed on the fruits while discarding the nut seeds that eventually dug into the ground and budded into more vines. The insects shimmered with an array of glossy colors, mostly in shades of silvery green, shiny blue and zealous yellow. The vibrant colors batted the walls with enough light that Invesia and Imagio did not require torches to navigate. Besides, they were too frightened to give away their location to the Viperaneas. If the insects were removed from their underground homes, they lost their colors and eventually died after two days. Their shiny colors helped them to coordinate swarms and attract mates.

 
The noris bats fed off of the insects, extremely hairy animals with wingspans three times the size of their bodies. The animals had a venomous bite and thick fangs that were needed to penetrate through the shells and fight through the insects’ incredible resiliency against poisons. A bat suckled on the insects for a long time before it peeled away the shells and fed on the innards.

 
The miser rats used the bats’ instincts to their advantage. The smart animals would capture large numbers of insects and collect them into cracks where the bats would convene. The rodents didn’t eat the insects but fed on bat droppings. Their droppings contained the discarded colors from the insects, easily discernible in the dark. In effect, the rats were attracted to shiny colors. Miners hated the pesky rodents because they stole valuable jewels and precious metals. To complete the cycle, the rodent droppings fertilized the vines.

by Jax E. Garson

copyright 2015 ladwigoma books

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Invesia and Imagio set out on their own adventure.

Invesia is tired of her husband but especially jealous of his grand adventures throughout the East. She escapes home, to remove herself from the stresses of her seeming indifferent husband and the nagging of endless chores around the farm. For once, she would like to explore on her own.

While hiding at the local inn, she is accompanied with her long lasting friend, Imagio. After daring to release hundreds of birds from their cages, Imagio and Invesia find themselves chased into the valley woodland by an angry mob. On their travels, they discover the ancient ruins of a forgotten kingdom, and something more insidious.

The mercenary Droth have returned, and they have been robbing and killing innocent people and animals.

While investigating a strange liquid that the Droth were cooking up, Invesia decides to revisit an old acquaintance, Fanillian the alchemist that apprenticed her. Their travels take them to Slinder where they reunite with the mercenaries from Nathist. With their help, they track down the source of the evil, following the course of Slinder’s escape from his pursuers many decades before.

Imagio and Invesia travel the forbidden parts of the East where ancient cities and castles had been buried to only discover a deadly secret lost from the Kadic War.

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