Tiny Terrible Tale, take TWO: The Death of a Pen

"Stories left untold, words unwritten, yet here I lie at the bottom of a trashcan with ink still in my heart."


"Oh, do shut up!" Said the half eaten doughnut.

Daily Drabble 30: Corpses

"It must be weird with all of the corpses."

"What?"

"For the trees."

"Still not followin' ya, hon."

"So what if all the statues were like actually corpses? And some other something uses them to do whatever."

"Is this what your fancy college classes, I paying for, teach you?"

"No dad! I thought of this on my own. Like electrical poles are the corpses of trees and they're all around the living trees. Isn't that sad?"

"Well... bodies, buried in the ground, once broken down, feed the trees. So they use our corpses too."

"Isn't the circle of life grand?"

Tiny Terrible Tales 1: Shark and Cow

Guest Staring: Bee and Zebra

Late one night while camping, Cow was sitting by the fire, meditating on the flames. Shark came up behind him.

"Whatcha doin'?" Shark asked.

"Meditating on the fire," said Cow.

"Cool." Said Shark and he ate him.

He then sat in Cows empty chair and meditated on the fire until Bee and Zebra showed up. Then, they ate him.

THE END

dedicated to Claire and Tracy 

Hiatus

Dearest Natterlings,

I have been away due to technological difficulties & a vacation. But I'm back! I have a new & exciting story series called Tiny Terrible Tales to launch tomorrow. (I started writing them in the woods. Yay!)

Happy Nattering! 

Nin Nyx

p.s. Here's a fire! 

Drabble Dream 19: Pilot

I was in a plane or a spaceship and getting ready to take off. I was a certified pilot and had been flying for years.

“Are you sure you can do this?” The voice was outside the plane or spaceship.

I rolled my eyes. “I’ve been doing this for years. I know what I’m doing.”

“But you’re blind!”

I was. But I had the controls memorized. I could do this! I could… crap. Did I just run into the side of the hanger?

“Abort! Abort!” I shouted.

“You’re not even out of the building!” The voice screamed. “You’re on FIRE!”

Daily Drabble 29: Post-it Inspiration

Post-it found in one of the books returned at the library today:

"Xemes play the xylophone in former Xanadu, Southeast Aisa."

When he woke in former Xanadu, Xemes was surprised. He managed to avoid Aisa despite it sitting right on top of the Southeast Asia. Most folks slipped easily between the two once they knew that the shadow land was there. Aisa was an escape from the responsibilities waiting in Asia. But no matter how hard anyone tried, they stretched like rubber bands and would always snap back. No one could stay for longer than a week. At least not until Xemes. After he’d been there for a month, he realized he would never snap back. That’s when the xylophone arrived.

Daily Drabble 28: CAKE!

Love                                              Love

Love yourself                                 Love yourself

Love yourself with a cake                Love yourself with a cake

Love yourself with a birthday cake  Love yourself with a birthday cake

Love yourself with a birthday cake made of ice cream cream and cake

Because it is your birthday you deserve to do the things you want

If you understood what this was about you would already know

You would know why it is important how it is awesome

While it is about cake it is not about cake

It is always about much more

It is about love

Love of self

Love

Drabble Dream 18: Telepathic Sleeper

Two unidentifiable figures in lab coats stand behind a plate of glass watching a sea of bodies on mattresses scattered throughout the room.

"What about that one?"

"Which one?"

"The one over there who has a bed all to herself and all that room around her."

"Have you ever tried sleeping with a telepath? Not having sex, that's great, but actually sleeping with. Without meaning to, they get into your head. Their dreams become entwined with yours and they wake up knowing all sorts of things about you. I saw one guy go absolutely insane because he slept with one."

Daily Drabble 27: Invasive Nature

Today I saw this quote:

"Yes, all of the ants die in the process, but given the ants’ invasive nature and the abundance of the species, it’s hardly worth losing any sleep over."

In a galaxy far beyond our own, another species looked down at us. As it poured molten lava from the sky, it said, “Yes, all of the humans die in the process, but given the humans' invasive nature and the abundance of the species, it's hardly worth losing any sleep over.”

The art that’s made from the dead human civilizations is beautiful.

“I call this one, Pompeii.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGJ2jMZ-gaI

Daily Drabble 26: Funeral Town

If you find yourself in a town beyond the cities, where nature ends and society is lost, you are in Funeral Town. Life in Funeral Town moves at a different pace. There are graveyards on every corner and the parades of the dead extend for miles. The carriages who are not part of the processionals, will wait patiently. As the hearses are pulled through the streets, the people waiting and watching will lower their heads. They are not lowered in respectful prayer, merely as a way to avoid seeing the newly dead. For in Funeral Town, the dead never leave.

Daily Drabble 25: Lazy Bones

Wasting light and wasting life

Living as if you have no strife

Tangled within the bed you made

You find you are beginning to fade

Lazy bones, lazy bones!

What do you do,

You Lazy Bones?

Lazy bones, lazy bones!

What do you do,

You Lazy Bones?

But there are things you need to do

You don’t know? I can name a few!

If only you could just move on

You lay that still, you’ll soon be gone!

Lazy bones, lazy bones!

What do you do,

You Lazy Bones?

Lazy bones, lazy bones!

What do you do,

You Lazy Bones?

Daily Drabble 24: Tone Deaf

One day when I was in junior high, my mom was driving me to my harp lesson. She had a bit of a mischievous look in her eye. She asked me if I remembered when I first learned the ABCs.

“No,” I said. “Why?”

“Well, the day you came home after learning the ABC song, you sang it for me. But you had no inflection. You sang it all in one note. I thought, oh no, poor girl is tone deaf.”

“Maybe I was.”

“I think you were. But you grew out of it. And now you play the harp.”