That Race of Paper by ChildFromtheFlower, literature
Literature
That Race of Paper
There once was a woman, ~who felt many blues, ~~over the excitement projected, ~~~through the ratty-tatty news. She drove to the store, ~ran the traffic like a maze, ~~blew through the auto doors, ~~~with a crazy, scary gaze. She grabbed a grocery cart, ~rode it like a scooter, ~~hollering at security, ~~~as if they would shoot her. She slammed by the milk, ~dumped over some eggs, ~~ran over the bread stand, ~~~and crushed a poor elder's legs. Her mission ever before her, ~she stopped for not, ~~never caring for injury, ~~~or of her own running snot. Through that isle she barreled, ~pushing others aside, ~~she reached up in the air, ~~~only to be knocked on her hide. So after all her effort, ~and time taken. ~~she looked up to see, ~~~the last tp taken.
Twas the Hell before Christmas by ChildFromtheFlower, literature
Literature
Twas the Hell before Christmas
Twas the hell before Christmas, and all through the store Every item was broken, from door to door; All the workers were going nuts - pulling out there hair, In hopes that they could make their escape and get some fresh air; The managers were nestled all snug in their beds; Their cellphones's "do not disturb" keeping peace in their heads.
Random thoughts Midnight 6-27-21 by ChildFromtheFlower, literature
Literature
Random thoughts Midnight 6-27-21
We all play our roles, The crowd decides our character, the director feeds us our lines. Our deepest thoughts are lost in the closet. My lonely little lost thoughts. I don't want to stay in the plays. I want to branch out to improv. To be a little random; be my own woman. Sometimes the crowd has chosen my role. Often I have limited myself.
Little Feet Sniffer by ChildFromtheFlower, literature
Literature
Little Feet Sniffer
Waking up from his seventh nap for the morning Little Feet Sniffer stretched out his paws in front of himself. He quickly counted his toes to make sure they were all there before getting up to hunt down his human mother. Hoping off the couch Little Feet Sniffer landed on the coffee table (his wooded stepping stool). He jumped on the lookout point, which is something the humans called a tv tray. He then jumped to the floor and pushed back the curtain to the kitchen. Mom wasn't in the kitchen either. While he was in there Little Feet Sniffer jumped in a chair to see if there was any food on the counter or table. There was the yucky stuff in see through containers called "chips." Dish's that can been through soap and water were on the funny cloths left on the counter. Little Feet Sniffer sighed, "I have to work harder to train my humans out of the obsession with water. They even have a room just decided to playing in water. Though I do like it when they leave the lid open for the
Tonight I thought I would share a different perspective. I would share a modified tale that my grandfather would tell my mother and her siblings. It went something like… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Did I ever tell you about the Skunk Family? Well there was a family of skunks that lived in our field many years back. There was: Papa Skunk, Mama Skunk, and the Twin Brother Skunks. Now the brothers had developed nicknames based off their personalities. One loved going hunting, working out in the field, scarring the farmer so Papa Skunk could grab some eggs while he was running for the tomatoes. (Seriously the Skunk family had decided there was some weird ritual the human family had with tomato vines.) This twin also loved sun-bathing and flower picking his Mama Skunk daisies. Because he loved to be outside so much the Skunk family had come to call him Öut. The other Skunk Brother loved being inside. He would work on keeping their den strong and
Night Ponderings by ChildFromtheFlower, literature
Literature
Night Ponderings
As I sit in the seat, behind the driver's wheel: I look up at the starless sky, and smell the cool crisp air. The street lights are few; the corner by the yard is dark. The street is still - yet there is a sense of goodwill. The neighbors have long past gone to bed. The town is still for the night. Dogs have lain down to sleep. Even the foxes have quieted their quests. This fall had linerged late; earth has gone to bed. The air breeze is cool - with a hint of something good. I look from my little spot upon the sleepy town. Good persons, nice people, kind neighbors, quirky folks. Being normal would make them a disappointment to me. The scent of the night is pulling me, There is no logic to this thought. In this moment there's a message coming, A pending package of hope. Who is to say this is wright or wrong? Hope should be so quickly dismissed? The cause I know not, no need reject a positive moment. Were it the evening prayers of children; or faithful rounds from the deputy; or
Random thoughts Midnight 6-27-21 by ChildFromtheFlower, literature
Literature
Random thoughts Midnight 6-27-21
We all play our roles, The crowd decides our character, the director feeds us our lines. Our deepest thoughts are lost in the closet. My lonely little lost thoughts. I don't want to stay in the plays. I want to branch out to improv. To be a little random; be my own woman. Sometimes the crowd has chosen my role. Often I have limited myself.
Little Feet Sniffer by ChildFromtheFlower, literature
Literature
Little Feet Sniffer
Waking up from his seventh nap for the morning Little Feet Sniffer stretched out his paws in front of himself. He quickly counted his toes to make sure they were all there before getting up to hunt down his human mother. Hoping off the couch Little Feet Sniffer landed on the coffee table (his wooded stepping stool). He jumped on the lookout point, which is something the humans called a tv tray. He then jumped to the floor and pushed back the curtain to the kitchen. Mom wasn't in the kitchen either. While he was in there Little Feet Sniffer jumped in a chair to see if there was any food on the counter or table. There was the yucky stuff in see through containers called "chips." Dish's that can been through soap and water were on the funny cloths left on the counter. Little Feet Sniffer sighed, "I have to work harder to train my humans out of the obsession with water. They even have a room just decided to playing in water. Though I do like it when they leave the lid open for the
Tonight I thought I would share a different perspective. I would share a modified tale that my grandfather would tell my mother and her siblings. It went something like… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Did I ever tell you about the Skunk Family? Well there was a family of skunks that lived in our field many years back. There was: Papa Skunk, Mama Skunk, and the Twin Brother Skunks. Now the brothers had developed nicknames based off their personalities. One loved going hunting, working out in the field, scarring the farmer so Papa Skunk could grab some eggs while he was running for the tomatoes. (Seriously the Skunk family had decided there was some weird ritual the human family had with tomato vines.) This twin also loved sun-bathing and flower picking his Mama Skunk daisies. Because he loved to be outside so much the Skunk family had come to call him Öut. The other Skunk Brother loved being inside. He would work on keeping their den strong and
Night Ponderings by ChildFromtheFlower, literature
Literature
Night Ponderings
As I sit in the seat, behind the driver's wheel: I look up at the starless sky, and smell the cool crisp air. The street lights are few; the corner by the yard is dark. The street is still - yet there is a sense of goodwill. The neighbors have long past gone to bed. The town is still for the night. Dogs have lain down to sleep. Even the foxes have quieted their quests. This fall had linerged late; earth has gone to bed. The air breeze is cool - with a hint of something good. I look from my little spot upon the sleepy town. Good persons, nice people, kind neighbors, quirky folks. Being normal would make them a disappointment to me. The scent of the night is pulling me, There is no logic to this thought. In this moment there's a message coming, A pending package of hope. Who is to say this is wright or wrong? Hope should be so quickly dismissed? The cause I know not, no need reject a positive moment. Were it the evening prayers of children; or faithful rounds from the deputy; or
On a particular night, Between two shifts I could be found, Studying the sound of the quiet. Needing the peace silence to shut out the loud silence of work. The painting of the light that contrasts the dark so well. The hour sounds it plays is on a scale all its own. That particular night, I noticed a mother with three offspring (I think it was three). She was a passer by - a companion Striding towards me in the middle of the night. No need to be afraid No need to hide. This is a friendly exchange of two needing companionship for the moment. She paused mid path Gave me questioning eyes Both reading my intentions Both asking for my permission I sat still on the concrete step. Giving her only gentle gaze. She slowly came forward, I stayed still to show her no threat. She carefully searched me And told me of her hard evening. She had needed someone to listen. She listened in part to my nightly issues. And to the ones I didn't voice aloud. And we hugged for a short second. After we had
A giant tiny movie called Fantastic Planet by tp32, journal
A giant tiny movie called Fantastic Planet
that is on HBO Max, it is from 1973, it is animated and it is an hour and 12 minutes of giant tiny goodness. https://www.inverse.com/entertainment/sci-fi-fantasy-animated-fantastic-planet-hbo-max-june-2021
Little Feet Sniffer by ChildFromtheFlower, literature
Literature
Little Feet Sniffer
Waking up from his seventh nap for the morning Little Feet Sniffer stretched out his paws in front of himself. He quickly counted his toes to make sure they were all there before getting up to hunt down his human mother. Hoping off the couch Little Feet Sniffer landed on the coffee table (his wooded stepping stool). He jumped on the lookout point, which is something the humans called a tv tray. He then jumped to the floor and pushed back the curtain to the kitchen. Mom wasn't in the kitchen either. While he was in there Little Feet Sniffer jumped in a chair to see if there was any food on the counter or table. There was the yucky stuff in see through containers called "chips." Dish's that can been through soap and water were on the funny cloths left on the counter. Little Feet Sniffer sighed, "I have to work harder to train my humans out of the obsession with water. They even have a room just decided to playing in water. Though I do like it when they leave the lid open for the
I sit and I think Reflect upon the past Pondering the possibilities The paths I could have taken Ones loved now lost Memories shared now forgotten Wondering if those in my past Ever think of me as well The man I am now Is not the monster I was Yet I am still not healed Nor have I overcome my other self Would they accept me now Would they forgive me For the foolishness of youth For the mistakes made with these hands I sit and I think Smile my pained smile Pondering the possibilities The paths I should have taken
"How can you go back to school when it's a new school?"
Kristen Kaelin Kelby sat on the stump in the south field, watching the road. Today was Monday morning in "Boringville" or Glas síochánta as the natives called the community. The area was a beautiful new home. They lived out in the country, about 9 miles from town, in a small ranch house. There was twenty acres of pasture and two acres of woods. This field was in the middle of a clearing and was perfect for thinking. The Kelby family had moved for her Dad's promotion. They had only been here about two weeks.
Tonight I thought I would share a different perspective. I would share a modified tale that my grandfather would tell my mother and her siblings. It went something like… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Did I ever tell you about the Skunk Family? Well there was a family of skunks that lived in our field many years back. There was: Papa Skunk, Mama Skunk, and the Twin Brother Skunks. Now the brothers had developed nicknames based off their personalities. One loved going hunting, working out in the field, scarring the farmer so Papa Skunk could grab some eggs while he was running for the tomatoes. (Seriously the Skunk family had decided there was some weird ritual the human family had with tomato vines.) This twin also loved sun-bathing and flower picking his Mama Skunk daisies. Because he loved to be outside so much the Skunk family had come to call him Öut. The other Skunk Brother loved being inside. He would work on keeping their den strong and
Night Ponderings by ChildFromtheFlower, literature
Literature
Night Ponderings
As I sit in the seat, behind the driver's wheel: I look up at the starless sky, and smell the cool crisp air. The street lights are few; the corner by the yard is dark. The street is still - yet there is a sense of goodwill. The neighbors have long past gone to bed. The town is still for the night. Dogs have lain down to sleep. Even the foxes have quieted their quests. This fall had linerged late; earth has gone to bed. The air breeze is cool - with a hint of something good. I look from my little spot upon the sleepy town. Good persons, nice people, kind neighbors, quirky folks. Being normal would make them a disappointment to me. The scent of the night is pulling me, There is no logic to this thought. In this moment there's a message coming, A pending package of hope. Who is to say this is wright or wrong? Hope should be so quickly dismissed? The cause I know not, no need reject a positive moment. Were it the evening prayers of children; or faithful rounds from the deputy; or
Aunt May/ borrower Peter Parker fan fiction on Tumblr, I have been looking for one. Yay !! https://nightmarejasmine.tumblr.com/post/184540176792/borrower-aunt-may-being-saved-by-hulk-bonus
I work hard and try to do my work well. I love reading good literature. I believe that before any relationship can become stable the two people involved must first learn to become friends.
My best area of art is music, mainly expressive piano.
Favourite Visual Artist
Still making-up my mind :)
Favourite Movies
Horror
Favourite TV Shows
Crime fighters, news, and military
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Nightwish, Korn, Breaking Benjamin, Three Days Grace, Fit for Rivals, and Infected Mushroom.
Favourite Books
Historical
Favourite Writers
Charles Dickens, Edgar Allan Poe, Jane Austen - ummm I think this page wouldn't hold all my favorites :o
A lot has happened since regular DeviantArt posting of old used to be. I left 2½ jobs for one; discovered the town wasn't as friendly as promised; lost my mother; couldn't have a regular funeral because of the-horrible-C-word-I-won't-say-on-here; almost lost my crazy mind; went through a suicidal stage; lost my job; was told by my father he was getting his replacement daughter; was reached out to by old friends; found a new job; and d am currently in the process of buying my first home to call mine. (Plenty of other things happened but that covered the major events Like everyone else I've had to deal isolation; unlike most people mine will be most of my week. I am currently watching Asian Drama and the Matthews gang on YouTube. Both are saving what little people skills I still have. However, I taken to saving my free time for the people I'd do time for (¿otherwise what's the point?). This new job is nothing fantastic. It's physical & mental. There some good people though and that
Yeah, I won't give the name of my employing store. Travel back in time with me about three years back. 🎥🎥🎥 We had one family come an hour before closing, which would have been fine if they hadn't visited with another family right in front of the entrance for 58 minutes. Then they all rushed into the store, proceeding to grab 3 carts. 😯 They headed past my department (produce) toward canned goods sections. So at closing I pull several display tables into a larger walk-in cooler, recheck my department, clean the floor, etc. Any ways when this family saw me pulling tables they rushed back into produce. 😨