Date: 2024-8-24
[Inspiration: N.W.A, Frog and Toad, Minecraft]
It twas a slimy day in the bog. The wind gracefully blew past the pond; shaking the trees. It is from this pond that our joyous adventurer would emerge. Anura climbed out from under the silver water. And she uttered her first sleepy words. “Oi! Oh isn’t it delightful how the water shimmers today? I love waking up at dawn when the sun peaks its light from the mountains.”
It was a beautiful day, but the mood wouldn’t stay forever. She waded through the murky water over to her garden. It was autumn, but her crops were still desolate. This worried Anura. What if she didn’t have enough food for winter? This frightening thought sat in her mind. Unmoving like a rock in a lake. So she decided at that moment to embark on a journey; for her family would not starve that winter and her eggs would survive the cold.
The mountains crept into view as she ventured deeper into the growth. Trees were strewn about above the path blocking the sun’s light from view. A makeshift torch was struck alight with a roar. The flaming sap saturating its surroundings with light was a delightful sight as it cast away the lamentable darkness ahead.
(Keith) On the other side of the bog. There was a man named Canis. He and the gang would always hunt for food. They were the rulers of the mountain. They were known as the Lupus Gang. The gang of dogs. The governor tried to settle the beef between the Lupus Gang and the Bog Brothers.
During one of their fights, they discover one of the Bog Brothers’ weaknesses. They made an invention for their next fight. On the battlefield, they decided to whip out their salt guns and started to shoot the Bog Brothers. After the battle… the Lupus Gang won. They, in a snobbish way, decided to occupy the west side of the bog. This was an insult to the Bog Brothers. They would not stand for this buffoonery.
Date: 2024-8-26
[Inspiration: My Childhood Friend Michael (from real life), The Sandlot (the chase scene with the dog)]
I walked on the concrete with music playing through my headphones. I was heading to the spot where my homie Mikey would hook me up. I jumped over the fence and headed towards the back of the skatepark. I had just got off of my shift at the mines and 2 years ago today Mikey said he’d hook me up with a sandwich if I met up with him.
It was time. I saw Mikey turn around the corner and before I could even say a word I heard him say “Ayo! What’s up, Reggie? I haven’t seen you in forever.”
“Not much man. I’ve just been sneaking around. You know how we roll,” I said.
“Yeah. I’ve tried to move away from that stuff, but I suppose none of the jobs around here will hire you. This is a big city, and a lot of the businesses don’t hire your kind.”
“Unfortunately you’re right. I can’t even go into the store without being looked at weird.”
Just at that moment, we heard footsteps coming around the corner. A guy walked up in a hoodie, jeans, and boots. He seemed friendly, but he felt a little suspicious. “Hey, what are you guys up to back here?” said the man.
But I knew who it was. It was a cop!
He pulled out a dagger from his shirt and exclaimed, “GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!” But I just looked at Mikey and nodded. It was time for a chase. Mikey and I started sprinting. He jumped onto a dumpster and started climbing a fire escape, while I ran into a drainage pipe that I knew would be too small for the pig to get into. The cop started climbing the ladder up to the fire escape, and just then I heard a bark. The K-9 unit has arrived.
I was running through the tunnel with a barking beast right on my tail. My little feet had a hard time running fast enough. I could see the end of the tunnel. It was SO CLOSE. And then I felt it, one of the dogs had bitten my shirt! I ran out of the tunnel and vaulted over a homeless goblin. He was soon ripped to shreds by the dogs, but luckily I had escaped.
Life being a goblin is hard.
Date: 2024-8-28
[Inpired by Witchcraft]
One morning you wake up, stumble into the bathroom, and glance into the mirror to find you are looking at an unfamiliar face. You look nothing at all like how you usually look. How can you explain the situation?
The morning sun rose once more, and I readied myself for the day, so began preparing for the task of foraging through the woods. Spring’s sprouting foliage was in full bloom, and the forest was filled with delightful goodies. A breeze billowed from the bright birch branches, and I was ready for the adventure into the wispy woods.
I started down the path that led into the woods. You know. It’s just a little dirt path, too small for a cart or horse but perfect for walking. The tall trees towered above me; there was little light on the path, but it was the ideal spot to get some mushrooms. I looked around hoping to see some mushrooms (maybe on a tree?) but I hadn’t seen any yet. However, something popped into view. It was a small footpath. The overgrowth obscured it from my view during my previous treks into the woods, but now it was just sitting there, a brand new place to explore. So I crept down the path; the light only dwindled more through the leaves. But soon…
It was right in front of me. A lone cottage sat in the woods. It seemed empty, but I could see a warm glow emanating from the stone hearth through one of the windows. The rest of the cottage’s windows were covered with long skulking vines of ivy or some sort of twisted greenery. The thatched roof sat upon the wooden walls and stone structure of the cottage. Now the rest I don’t remember very well, but I remember this much.
I knocked on the door and it slowly creaked open. It hadn’t been locked. I entered the abode. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, brews, and tinctures lay on shelves, and the cauldron was bubbling. Before I could blink, what looked like a sweet old lady was standing there in front of me.
“Hi there sweetie. What can I do for you on this fine day?” she asked.
“Oh not much. I was just out foraging for mushrooms when I stumbled upon your cottage.”
“In that case, let me grab a gift for you.” said the lady. Whatever she was going to bring, she seemed excited to give it to me. “Here, a bag of mushrooms. I had extras lying around from yesterday.”
She handed me a tan cloth bag full of mushrooms. It was filled with a variety of fungi. One looked like a curled-up lilypad, another looked like a skeleton of a mushroom, and one of them looked like a small brown mushroom with a long cap. Oh was I excited!
“Thank you so much for the mushrooms,” I said.
“No problem sweetie, it’s my pleasure.” she explained, “You’ll enjoy them. They’ll put a smile on your face.”
And so I left, but that phrase stuck with me. “They’ll put a smile on your face? What is that supposed to mean? They can’t be that good if she’s willing to give them away. I’ll try some when I get home”
Into a pan with butter, a little salt, and the smell wafted up to my nose—a deep earthy scent with hints of a metallic smell (like coins). So I sat at my round dinner table and looked at my plate. It seemed normal, if not a weird smell, but I’d never had these mushrooms. I bit into the flesh of the mushroom and my mouth started to tingle. It tasted interesting, a bit like chicken but also a bit like lemon. And then it started to burn. It was as if the wrath of god himself descended on my mouth and throat, and it all went black…
It was a nice day. Birds were singing. Flowers were blooming. It felt like I hadn’t seen the world in years. A warm light spilled into the kitchen and reflected off the floor, glistening like a shimmering pond. My eyes felt new. I walked through the kitchen and breathed in the fresh air of a new day, but it didn’t stay that way.
Soon, the air felt thick and heavy; breathing felt hard. I stumbled through the twisting halls and lurked into the dim bathroom. The beauty of the morning light was contrasted with the inescapable horror of what I saw. I was not a human any longer. A smiling face peered at me through the murky mirror. Through the grimy tinge of a dream. The fetid terror of the night reflected into my own eyes, but I was awake. The creature’s dark pupils stared through me, and its gangly, mangled hands came through the glass. Through the pool of shimmering silver. Through the speculum metal. It came into the world I found myself in. My vision crept away. Sinking deeper and deeper into the dark. The screams of the damned echoing through my skull.
That was the last thing I saw. I had become… a creature of the night. A soul left to wander the world as a husk. So, don’t eat the mushrooms.
Date: 2024-9-6
[Inspired by the Necronomicon]
The book, a small red square with golden hinges, was not like any I had ever seen, and I was sure it hadn’t been there the day before. It was a sickly-looking book; the dark, fleshy-colored pages were of a light puce hue. It caught my eye like a dove's wing catches the morning light, but Sunday is not my favorite day to read Necronomicon-esque books. Tomorrow I will surely read it.
As the sun rose and the birds chirped. I went downstairs to get some breakfast. I exclaimed, “Egg time!” (as you should) and I turned on my stove. Tk, tk, tk, WHOOSH! My hand reached into the refrigerated storage container known only as… “the fridge” and I grabbed a round-ish chicken fetus storage object also known as… “an egg.” A fissure erupted through the shell of the egg with a crack and the gloopy inside descended into the pan. Sizzle sizzle. The egg was finally done. I seasoned it with my herbs and spices. Finally, I engulfed my lovely comestables.
After my grandiose breakfast, I decided to head down to the library to check my emails. My computer was still getting repaired after the power surge. The library looked the same as yesterday. I was curious about if that book that I saw was still there. So I talked to the librarian.
Sadly the book was gone, “I wanted to read that!!”
Date: 2024-10-23
[Inspired by Fish]
I stare down at my twisted hands. It felt as if space was contorting around me. My vision started to constrict and I began to feel lightheaded. As my vision returned I was surrounded by a vast ocean of water. My arms were replaced with the wing-esque fins of a majestic flying fish. I could feel my back fin pushing me along through the current. Suddenly, I felt the urge to leap out of the water. I gained some more speed and ascended out through the water. I began to soar above the rushing waters. I soon began to glide down.
Date: 2024-11-25
[See The Gravity of Us: Tales from the Depths]
Zombies, Dried-up, Thieves, Weapon, Disease, Immortality