Wishing

“I wish I could fly,” sighed the frog on the lily pad. “If I could, I would fly all the time! Why my feet would never touch ground and I’d only be wet when I wanted to. I could eat all the flying things ‘cause none would be out of my reach.”

A passing moth heard his diatribe from beginning to end. Swooping closer, she whispered. “I wish I could hop!”

“You do?” Asked the frog.

“Not really,” said the moth. “I was trying to make you feel like less of a loser. Flying’s AWESOME!”

Moth’s can be such jerks.

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 22: Red Wire Horse

The mystery of you makes me smile. I don’t know why someone chose to put you on their lawn, but I’m glad they did. I wonder if they made you or bought you from some art gallery or a thrift store. I wonder what other people think when they see you. I see story ideas. But I always see stories.

In my mind, you were found. A bit of trash left near the curb by a frustrated artist. But you were seen, taken and given a fresh coat of paint then placed in the front yard to protect the house.

Brain Freeze

A bolt in the skull

Freezing the thoughts in the brain

Unable to write