Little Luigi…

The family had no idea that little Luigi would grow up to be… over 7 foot tall. But, there is that saying that goes something like humble beginnings and greatness. I don’t rightly remember, some dilly-dally said it once and with his fancy pants and his fancy mustache, I really didn’t pay that much ‘tention to him. ‘Sides, hes’n was just selling some snake oil bout how “if elected, I will reform America”. How you gonna go and reform land anyhow? Not like you can just pick up a plot and move it. City folk was always tryin’ to sell us and what this coot was pushin twain’t  first, nor the last, time any of us folk heard a tall tale spun like yarn from Rapunzel’s hair.

Anyway, I always fount it silly to call him Little Luigi. Guess’n just goes to show, people’s lie bout all kinds of stuff.

MFtS 8/24/15

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Little Luigi…

The family had no idea that little Luigi would grow up to be… over 7 foot tall. But, there is that saying that goes something like humble beginnings and greatness. I don’t rightly remember, some dilly-dally said it once and with his fancy pants and his fancy mustache, I really didn’t pay that much ‘tention to him. ‘Sides, hes’n was just selling some snake oil bout how “if elected, I will reform America”. How you gonna go and reform land anyhow? Not like you can just pick up a plot and move it. City folk was always tryin’ to sell us and what this coot was pushin twain’t  first, nor the last, time any of us folk heard a tall tale spun like yarn from Rapunzel’s hair.

Anyway, I always fount it silly to call him Little Luigi. Guess’n just goes to show, people’s lie bout all kinds of stuff.

MFtS 8/24/15

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Buy Me the Moon…

“Yes, I’d like the moon balloon, please.” The man said as he looked at the colorful conglomeration of helium filled mylar.

“Oh, the moon? Yes, I…” The woman paused as she looked through the entire sorted stack, then spotting it at the very top, frowned a little and sighed. “You sure you want the moon?”

“Well, nothing is too good for my little girl, and when she asks her daddy to buy her the moon, you better believe that her daddy is going to buy her the moon.”

“Well,” said the attendant, “I can’t argue with that.” And begrudgingly started untying the mass of balloons one strand at a time.

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Buy Me the Moon…

“Yes, I’d like the moon balloon, please.” The man said as he looked at the colorful conglomeration of helium filled mylar.

“Oh, the moon? Yes, I…” The woman paused as she looked through the entire sorted stack, then spotting it at the very top, frowned a little and sighed. “You sure you want the moon?”

“Well, nothing is too good for my little girl, and when she asks her daddy to buy her the moon, you better believe that her daddy is going to buy her the moon.”

“Well,” said the attendant, “I can’t argue with that.” And begrudgingly started untying the mass of balloons one strand at a time.

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Million Dollar Question…

“Pods.”

“Is that what they are called?”

“Yes. Pods. Quite sure.”

“So, like peas?”

“Hrm. Yes. I guess your right.”

“Seems silly, don’t you think. They don’t look anything like peas.”

“That they don’t, son. That they don’t.”

“When did the last one die?”

“Oh, long before I was ever born. Back in the 21st century.”

“Seems a pity. They seemed like beautiful creatures.”

“From the vids I have seen, they were quite the creature.”

“Why didn’t we save them?”

“Now, that my son, is the million dollar question.”

“What’s a million dollars?”

“A completely different story, son. A completely different story.”

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An Artist’s Anxiety…

Trenchant and desperate thoughts stirred his soul as his brush moved across the canvas in harsh strokes, splattering blues and greens, blending yellows with reds, leaving indistinguishable traces of the masterpiece that lay underneath. He called it “Inner Self”.

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Million Dollar Question…

“Pods.”

“Is that what they are called?”

“Yes. Pods. Quite sure.”

“So, like peas?”

“Hrm. Yes. I guess your right.”

“Seems silly, don’t you think. They don’t look anything like peas.”

“That they don’t, son. That they don’t.”

“When did the last one die?”

“Oh, long before I was ever born. Back in the 21st century.”

“Seems a pity. They seemed like beautiful creatures.”

“From the vids I have seen, they were quite the creature.”

“Why didn’t we save them?”

“Now, that my son, is the million dollar question.”

“What’s a million dollars?”

“A completely different story, son. A completely different story.”

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An Artist’s Anxiety…

Trenchant and desperate thoughts stirred his soul as his brush moved across the canvas in harsh strokes, splattering blues and greens, blending yellows with reds, leaving indistinguishable traces of the masterpiece that lay underneath. He called it “Inner Self”.

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Broken Promises…

She held out the crumbled paper in her hand toward him. “How could you?”

“It was a moment of weakness.”

“A moment of weakness? We made a promise!”

“Sorry.”

“Sorry? That’s the best you can do.”

“Honey, it was just one hamburger.”

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Broken Promises…

She held out the crumbled paper in her hand toward him. “How could you?”

“It was a moment of weakness.”

“A moment of weakness? We made a promise!”

“Sorry.”

“Sorry? That’s the best you can do.”

“Honey, it was just one hamburger.”

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The All Seeing Eye…

“I see absolutely everything.” The words formed in the young wizard’s mind from the eye carved out of the knot in the tree.

“I see what you did there.” The young wizard spoke out loud.

“What? What do you mean?” The thoughts came.

“You said ‘I see’. That’s very funny.”

“What? Are you mocking me? That isn’t very nice.”

“I’m not mocking you. You made a joke.”

“I did not.” The wizard guffawed. “What now?” Asked the tree.

“Eye. Knot. Come on, how are you..ehem.. knot.. getting this?”

“You’re being mean. You should leave.”

“Oh, you mean, I should be like a tree?” The wizard smirked.

“What?”

“And leave? No? Nothing? Seriously?”

“You are getting on my last…”

“Root?”

“That’s it.” The voice was angry. “Now you will pay.”

“You’re a giant eyeball carved into a tree. What are you going to do, stare me to death?”

The wizard was laughing so hard he never saw the limb that took him off his feet.

“No, I think I’ll just branch out and try something new.” The tree smirked.

MFtS 8/17/15

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The All Seeing Eye…

“I see absolutely everything.” The words formed in the young wizard’s mind from the eye carved out of the knot in the tree.

“I see what you did there.” The young wizard spoke out loud.

“What? What do you mean?” The thoughts came.

“You said ‘I see’. That’s very funny.”

“What? Are you mocking me? That isn’t very nice.”

“I’m not mocking you. You made a joke.”

“I did not.” The wizard guffawed. “What now?” Asked the tree.

“Eye. Knot. Come on, how are you..ehem.. knot.. getting this?”

“You’re being mean. You should leave.”

“Oh, you mean, I should be like a tree?” The wizard smirked.

“What?”

“And leave? No? Nothing? Seriously?”

“You are getting on my last…”

“Root?”

“That’s it.” The voice was angry. “Now you will pay.”

“You’re a giant eyeball carved into a tree. What are you going to do, stare me to death?”

The wizard was laughing so hard he never saw the limb that took him off his feet.

“No, I think I’ll just branch out and try something new.” The tree smirked.

MFtS 8/17/15

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The Picture of Melvin…

Pleased, Melvin put the brush down and smiled his toothy-crooked smile. Sure, it wasn’t a Dorian Gray masterpiece, but then Melvin wasn’t really like his half-brother.

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The Picture of Melvin…

Pleased, Melvin put the brush down and smiled his toothy-crooked smile. Sure, it wasn’t a Dorian Gray masterpiece, but then Melvin wasn’t really like his half-brother.

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Anbar and Caleb…

Anbar looked down from the battlement, the field in front of him was littered with the campfires of the Garvorian army. He stopped counting at 15, mostly because he couldn’t count any higher and he wasn’t even sure if he got to 15 properly. Caleb, the night watchman, walked over to him and put his hand on Anbar’s shoulder, causing him to almost soil his britches. 

“You ok, Anbar?” Caleb asked as he looked at the blacksmith’s son.

“Other than almost crapping my pants, I’m great.” is what Anbar thought, but he only said, “Other than almost crapping my pants.”

Caleb looked at him sideways with a screwed face. “Ok.” He finally responded, shaking the comment off, then looking out at the campfires on the field. “Tomorrow shall be a good day, aye?”

It was Anbar’s turn to look at Caleb with a screwed face. “Why’s that?”

“Battle! Glory! Death!”

“Mine or theirs?

FFfAW 8/11/15

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Anbar and Caleb…

Anbar looked down from the battlement, the field in front of him was littered with the campfires of the Garvorian army. He stopped counting at 15, mostly because he couldn’t count any higher and he wasn’t even sure if he got to 15 properly. Caleb, the night watchman, walked over to him and put his hand on Anbar’s shoulder, causing him to almost soil his britches. 

“You ok, Anbar?” Caleb asked as he looked at the blacksmith’s son.

“Other than almost crapping my pants, I’m great.” is what Anbar thought, but he only said, “Other than almost crapping my pants.”

Caleb looked at him sideways with a screwed face. “Ok.” He finally responded, shaking the comment off, then looking out at the campfires on the field. “Tomorrow shall be a good day, aye?”

It was Anbar’s turn to look at Caleb with a screwed face. “Why’s that?”

“Battle! Glory! Death!”

“Mine or theirs?

FFfAW 8/11/15

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Blaze of Glory…

“Where did they go?” Carver asked as he dove behind the old brick wall. Several shots rang out and kicked up brick-dust in response.

“Had to ask?” Gabby said as she tucked even lower behind the wall. Carver just smiled and shrugged as he checked his Peacemaker’s and pulled back the hammers. “What are you doing?” Her voice notched up an octave.

“If I’m going to die, I’m doing it on my terms. And my terms are in a blaze of glory, darlin.”

“You’re gonna get yourself killed!”

“It’s kinda going to happen one way or the other.” He smirked as he took a deep breath, then spun around to face the wall, kissed his guns, and began to stand, stretching out the guns in front of him to fire.

The roar of gunfire echoed all around and a second later, Carver’s bullet riddled body slumped behind the wall.

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Blaze of Glory…

“Where did they go?” Carver asked as he dove behind the old brick wall. Several shots rang out and kicked up brick-dust in response.

“Had to ask?” Gabby said as she tucked even lower behind the wall. Carver just smiled and shrugged as he checked his Peacemaker’s and pulled back the hammers. “What are you doing?” Her voice notched up an octave.

“If I’m going to die, I’m doing it on my terms. And my terms are in a blaze of glory, darlin.”

“You’re gonna get yourself killed!”

“It’s kinda going to happen one way or the other.” He smirked as he took a deep breath, then spun around to face the wall, kissed his guns, and began to stand, stretching out the guns in front of him to fire.

The roar of gunfire echoed all around and a second later, Carver’s bullet riddled body slumped behind the wall.

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Sven and Vlad…

Sven stared hard at Vlad, his rocky exterior rigid. Vlad grinned a gritty grimace in return. The sun was setting, and today, the thousand year competition would come to an end. One of them would emerge victorious and one would forever be the loser.

As the light lowered toward the lithosphere, their shadows stretched, increasing inch by inch. The first one to reach the fence line would finally be free from the wizard’s curse. Sven strained against his stoney surface while Vlad vehemently vied for an advantage. Second by second staggered slowly by.

Until…

The sun set, diffusing their shadows into night.

Sven sighed. Vlad vexed.

The together they thought “Tomorrow!”

And that is the tale of the Two Stones.

Or so the story goes.

FFfAW 08/04/15

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Sven and Vlad…

Sven stared hard at Vlad, his rocky exterior rigid. Vlad grinned a gritty grimace in return. The sun was setting, and today, the thousand year competition would come to an end. One of them would emerge victorious and one would forever be the loser.

As the light lowered toward the lithosphere, their shadows stretched, increasing inch by inch. The first one to reach the fence line would finally be free from the wizard’s curse. Sven strained against his stoney surface while Vlad vehemently vied for an advantage. Second by second staggered slowly by.

Until…

The sun set, diffusing their shadows into night.

Sven sighed. Vlad vexed.

The together they thought “Tomorrow!”

And that is the tale of the Two Stones.

Or so the story goes.

FFfAW 08/04/15

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