Late Night Mario Karts

I wrote the following dialogue as a fun side project between two of the main characters in a book I’ve been writing for the past six years. I don’t usually post stories pertaining to my book, which is the majority of what I write, but I thought this harmless little piece would be fun for you all to read. Enjoy! (I have changed their names to protect the innocent.)

A Questionable Comparison

The following phrase was heard at the diner where we ate tonight:

“Aren’t botanical gardens just zoos for plants?”

Gone to the Dogs

To preface this tale of my tailed friend, I, along with my family (and canine family), am going on a rather extreme excursion across the United States. In our travels thus far, we have ventured through Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, and will end today’s travels in Oklahoma. At one point today, we stopped at the house of a friend of my father’s to say hello. It was a brief and relaxed meet and greet, at least, for all the human members involved. For our mischievous golden retriever, Belle, however, it was quite an eventful encounter. It is from her perspective that I will write today’s journal.

The Sweetest Story Ever

Once upon a time there was a Peppermint Marshmallow.  Every day the little Marshmallow would look over the licorice seas and wonder what lay beyond.

To make her dreams a reality, she worked at the Cheese Cake Factory until she got a Pay Day and had earned in total One Grand.  She caught the nearest Chip Ahoy! Cruise line boat to the new land.

The trip wasn’t easy.  On the way they encountered a group of young pirates called the Sour Patch Kids.  In the Reese’s of her mind, she thought they wouldn’t make it, but with the help of some Life Savers on board, they got away.

When she reached land again, she found the sea had made her legs Gummy.  She was also happy to get away from some Jerky travelers on board from a far off land she hoped to never meat.

She started down a Rock Road with a river that flowed next to it on its Milky Way.  Soon she was in the Candy Rocky Mountain range.  She noticed some Milk Duds up ahead and saw that they came from a Mousse!  That wasn’t the only animal she saw though.  Peppermint Marshmallow also came across some feral Gummy Bears but stayed clear of them.  She couldn’t wait to see S’more of the new land.

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Picture from http://atriasage.com/

A Fictional Take on an Exhausting, Exhilarating Weekend.

It was a day so cold, the air seemed to freeze.  The mountain was speckled in spots of green, brown, and white from the snow burdened trees.  The fresh powder on the trail in front of Marie could be described as nothing but blinding.  She had left her home early in the morning to be the first to make tracks through the snow and the sun had just made it above the iced tree tops.  With her shadow in front of her, she banked hard to the left into a shaded area to escape the sun.  She let herself relax as silky soft powder spun around her.  Suddenly, one of her skis caught on a hidden chunk of ice. She went down in a wave of white, her hair whipped in front of her face and she spiraled blindly down the hill. The trip ended abruptly when she plowed head first into a snow bank. She lay limp in the snow for a while, taking in that she was still alive and allowing the still snow to chill her nerves.  It was dark but the snow was soft enough for her to escape with little difficulty. Once free, the sun immediately bombarded her eyes and she had to shield them. She looked behind her to her elongated shadow. How long had she been out to where the sun was already starting to set?  Then, she noticed something peculiar. Some of the snow was moving like rapids. Small lumps of white fluff swirled around her in obscure patterns. Suddenly, one of the lumps jumped out at her and when she looked more closely, she could see that it was looking back!  She screamed and stumbled backwards into the snow bank she had just escaped. She put her arms out on either side of her for balance and something warm engulfed her hand.  She closed her eyes and gulped, fearful of the worst. Looking over she saw what the sun had originally hidden from her: an orangish structure that glistened with the same fiery ferocity as the setting sun. A warm liquid bubbled and steamed around it. Despite this, patches of ice still clung to its disheveled sides.  Upon closer inspection, she noticed faint traces of inky tendrils that unfurled limply on the objects surface just below the glossy liquid.

Marie reached out to trace the tendrils, but one of the living lumps of snow jumped up and bit her finger!  She gasped, more shocked and curious than scared.  It was roughly the size of a basketball and the shape of one, too.  It obviously didn’t have teeth and didn’t seem to be attacking but rather observing her in the same way she was observing it.  Neither looked away and soon they were locked in a staring contest.  Just as Marie began to wonder if it even had eyelids the snowballs enormous crystal blue eyes started to water and it blinked.  Dejectedly, it let go of Marie’s finger and started to bury itself under the snow.  Its small flipper-like arms pushed the snow away slower than usual.  It had taken an interest in the tall, strange looking creature.  It turned around only to find Marie silently watching it.  Her eyes had a haze over them and for the first time the snowball wondered if she could handle the frigid temperatures of the oncoming night.  It plodded over to her and bit her finger again hoping it would bring her out of her haze but Marie just looked blankly down at it.  The snowball tugged and eventually Marie started to follow it to a small hole just large enough for her to fit through.  They crept through the crunchy snow tunnel and it quickly started to thaw and open up into a grand cavern.  Marie noticed it was the same colors as the strange structure in the snow  above ground.  

The walls were streaked with the same black lines and a small hole in the top of it let in the last dying beams of sunlight.  Tunnels of varied sizes fled from the main chamber in dark disarray and hundreds of other snowball creatures scurried and slid on the moist floor.

The snowball creature that had led her in (Nip, she had decided to call it) pushed her to the center until she was right underneath the opening to the outside.  The last traces of light faded away and as they did the licorice lines on the walls started to expand.  Out from them rivers of red joined in with the black and illuminated the cavern.  Nip looked excitedly up at Marie.  There was so much to show its new friend and the hours of night had only just begun.

The Truth Behind the Tale:The day before I had skied from dusk to dawn (actually just 9:00 to 3:30.  They don’t let you ski earlier or later.  We tried.)  I thoroughly enjoy skiing but don’t do it often and was sorely out of shape (literally).  Naturally, I only really noticed how much of a work out I had gotten the day before when I’d reached the day after (funny how that works) and discovered that my legs seemed to be made of bologna, and, at the instant of impact, that’s exactly what I was.  Dead meat.

Fun fact, if your legs are literally shaking from the strain of your last run, do not go down a slope that’s three degrees away from being a cliff.  Especially when there’s a conveniently placed trail that slowly snakes down the side of the mountain (man I wish I had seen it).  Long story short, my skis ended up roughly twenty three feet apart from each other (they were no longer connected boots, which were now filled with snow).  Although my head was throbbing for quite some time after that, I can assure you that any hallucinative aspects of the story were not a cause of my crash but rather a result of listening to repeats of Beatles songs such as “Mr. Kite”, “Glass Onion”, “I Am The Walrus”, and “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds” (and from a bet I made involving marshmallows with a friend once).

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Till next type, see ya!

A Photosynthetic Bear

I was walking through the forest with a friend from the valley when suddenly, they sight something and cry “Oh my gosh! Is that log a bear?!”

Don’t forget to share in the comments any time you mistook something and like and share if you enjoyed it!

Oh the Irony

This morning my sister woke up because her foot fell asleep.