Conquering The Impossible

A Story by JesseLKellogg

This is a non-fictional story of one of my jobs. I do stretch the truth, but just to make it more interesting.

Conquering The Impossible

The day was anew as the sun rose over the shade-casting tress. One would believe this beautiful

morning would bring colossal blessings of relaxation and peace. I knew little of the straining labor that was

to come. The task at hand sneered at me with repugnant. I peered directly back, with courage, to

accomplish what had had to be done.

The client who I worked for is a nice lady, but her yard wasn't. Weed mesh encompassed the plants

Lucy, our client, instructed us to relocate. This wasn't the first time I worked in Lucy’s yard, thus I knew

the extent of rock layers embedded firmly into the earth. There were three jobs to be completed: relocate

seven plants, pull weeds from a rocky garden and remove weed mesh from two beds. Although I considered

myself strong, I felt weak at the sight of these monstrous tasks.

Eventually I mustered up the strength to start what had to be finished. Using a shovel, I began

relocating the plants, but struggled to tear the weed mesh which seemed to be crafted from steel.

Sometime later, after vigorous work, I parted the weed mesh and victoriously pulled the plant out.I shouted

with a triumphant cry, “Yes!”. But soon realized only the first plant was uprooted. After backbreaking

tugging and sweating what seemed gallons, I replanted the shrubs where my client desired.

The second job, pulling up weeds, had the appearance of being easy. When I started abolishing the

weeds from their pebble infested earth, the job proved to be more difficult than I expected. The gravel

scraped my knuckles and many of the plants possessed thorns which penetrated deep into the layers of my

fragile skin. Alike any man, I tried to push through the pain, but my nerves shouted with a shriek of pain,

“It would be best to protect your hands with gloves!” Gloves now shielded my hands from the stubborn

enemy. In spite of the gloves protecting my hands, I hassled to accomplish the task. After a good hour of

hand cramps and finger bruising work, the fight was over, the bed was perfected.

After plentiful hours of hard labor, I reached my final assignment, but the fight wasn't over yet. The

last, but most strenuous task, taunted my exhaustion. Firstly I shoveled off the dirt which lay on top of the

weed mesh. Then with much difficulty, I tugged out one sheet of weed paper. This duty proved a

challenge, because the myriad of stakes which drove the mesh firmly into the ground. After struggling to

pull five sheets out, one more was left. While pondering if I could eradicate the remaining weed mesh, my

muscles ached with pain and exhaustion. With a vigorous tug and a loud shout, I pulled out the final piece

of mesh. “At last,” I exclaimed, “I conquered the impossible!” I checked the time and to my amazement, I

worked over seven hours. I looked up and smiled as the sun set, knowing the fight was over. I

finished an absurd job and received a generous payment.

© 2015 JesseLKellogg

Author's Note

This is an older writing of mine. Grammar wasn't my strong suit back then. Corrections will be happily excepted.

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Jeremy Hiles

First off, great job on this story! Throwing in the humor and exaggerations helped paint the picture very clearly and gave me a few laughs along the way! In terms of the grammar, one thing that stood out was this sentence, "After backbreaking tugging and sweating, what seemed gallons..." Maybe get rid of the comma after the word "sweating" would make it seem more smooth. Otherwise, the other grammar issues were maybe just a few too many commas in some places, just breaking the sentences up a little too much. Aside from that, it is very well written! Great job, keep it up!