| Sometimes the spontaneity (and exploration) of the moment takes priority over the plans (and other works in progress). |
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// Friday, October 30, 2009
Today's Tendril...
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The Nest
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// Wednesday, October 28, 2009
From Me to You (with Love)
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Created for, and dedicated to, my wife.
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// Sunday, October 25, 2009
Tension in the Toy Box
Tension in the toy box between the scarecrow and the teddy bear had been mounting since mid September. This always seemed to happen in the weeks leading up to Halloween.
The teddy bear with his happy-go-lucky attitude, furry friendliness, and always-on smile, were at odds with the scarecrow's surly demeanor, melancholy manner, and perpetual frown.
Every toy box denizen knew that these two would fight at the drop of a hat, so it was best to steer clear of them whenever (and however) possible.
Unfortunately, the toy box tension came to a head one rainy afternoon in late October, at a time and in a place that no one could avoid: The mandatory toy box "town meeting" (on the old checkerboard at the center of the box); the one place where all toys gathered on a regular basis to give their who-played-with-me peer reports.
Out-of-the-blue, and for no apparent reason, the scarecrow turned to the teddy bear and said, rather harshly, "It's all just cupcakes and creampuffs to you, isn't it, Mr. Oh-so-soft-and-cuddly!"
The collective gasp was instantaneous; the chilling silence that followed was unsettling.
A dark umbrella of anticipation covered them all, waiting to see how the kindly teddy bear would react to this senseless provocation.
After a few long moments in eternity, it finally came.
"That may be true," said the smiling teddy bear, "but at least I don't have a stick up my ass."
And as all eyes shifted back to the scarecrow, who was now in a state of stunned silence, the action figure at the back of the box shouted, "Amen to that, brother!"
The toy box erupted with tremendous laughter, except for the scarecrow, who just sulked — on his stick.
The End
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The teddy bear with his happy-go-lucky attitude, furry friendliness, and always-on smile, were at odds with the scarecrow's surly demeanor, melancholy manner, and perpetual frown.
Every toy box denizen knew that these two would fight at the drop of a hat, so it was best to steer clear of them whenever (and however) possible.
Unfortunately, the toy box tension came to a head one rainy afternoon in late October, at a time and in a place that no one could avoid: The mandatory toy box "town meeting" (on the old checkerboard at the center of the box); the one place where all toys gathered on a regular basis to give their who-played-with-me peer reports.
Out-of-the-blue, and for no apparent reason, the scarecrow turned to the teddy bear and said, rather harshly, "It's all just cupcakes and creampuffs to you, isn't it, Mr. Oh-so-soft-and-cuddly!"
The collective gasp was instantaneous; the chilling silence that followed was unsettling.
A dark umbrella of anticipation covered them all, waiting to see how the kindly teddy bear would react to this senseless provocation.
After a few long moments in eternity, it finally came.
"That may be true," said the smiling teddy bear, "but at least I don't have a stick up my ass."
And as all eyes shifted back to the scarecrow, who was now in a state of stunned silence, the action figure at the back of the box shouted, "Amen to that, brother!"
The toy box erupted with tremendous laughter, except for the scarecrow, who just sulked — on his stick.
The End
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This text composition is a work of fiction. Names, places, institutions, events, incidents, characters, persons, locations, and/or organizations either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Full Creative Writing Disclaimer.
// Saturday, October 24, 2009
Both Ways
Said one autumn leaf to another, "I couldn't decide what color to be for Halloween—yellow or purple, yellow or purple—then I thought, 'Why not both?' So that's what I did."
"Good choice," replied his friend, now feeling a little sad, because he was only a bland autumn brown.
"Good choice," replied his friend, now feeling a little sad, because he was only a bland autumn brown.
About
While walking down a country road in late October, I spied a unique looking leaf among the thousands of fallen leaves that blanketed the roadside.
Sometimes (in life) you can have it both ways (i.e., you can have your cake and eat it, too).
Dedicated to, and created for, my wife.
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This vignette composition is a work of fiction. Names, places, institutions, events, incidents, characters, persons, locations, and/or organizations either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Full Creative Writing Disclaimer.
// Thursday, October 15, 2009
Today's Tendril...
| A good dreamer doesn't exhaust his possibilities. He is exhausted by them. |
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// Monday, October 05, 2009
Today's Tendril...
| Impatience + stupidity + unregulated impulse = Mistakes, regrets, and apologies. |
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// Sunday, October 04, 2009
Today's Tendril...
| Why shouldn't I make the "illusion" real? If we only ever dreamed of things that already existed—things that were already "real"—then progress would be the illusion. To turn passion into ingenuity, and wishful thinking into daily doing, is to be alive in what drives you, and to steer it where you want, and will, go. |
About
A reflection, a connection, and a motivation.
Dedicated to my Notebook Brother.
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