Catching Fog

“Looking glum there Clay,” said Yuffie.

“Am a bit,” replied Clay, dropping an empty cup on the bar.

“What’s up?” asked Reala.

“I tried to catch some fog,” sighed Clay. “I mist…”

Brace yourselves! Another argument between the illustrator, his server settings and cloud-flare is coming…

 

Blood Types

“What’s it say?” asked Cloud.

“It’s about my blood test,” said Black, clutching a scrap of paper.

“Anything bad?” asked Cloud.

“Not at all,” said Black. “There is a mistake though.”

“Oh?” asked Cloud.

“Yeah,” said Black. “Says I am blood type A.”

“Typo?” asked Cloud with a grin.

Black sighed.

We have a winner for our competition to win Lucy. Amanda Quah Li En takes the terrifying prize! Congratulations Amanda! I shall message you today.

Want to meet Amanda? She’s got an Etsy store and loiters on DeviantArt and Twatter.

Amanda’s Etsy: @quahlity
Amanda’s DeviantArt: @amanda4quah
Amanda’s Twatter: @amanda4quah

For those that are curious about running a competition on your own blog, tomorrows Little Fears blog post will cover my method, issues, stats, excel selection code, laws and some other fluff. Check back tomorrow after 6 pm UK time.

 

Another Clock Diet

“Really?” sighed Fuen.

“Oh yes,” said Alien. “I have been on the clock diet all week.”

“I bet that’s time consume…” started Spectre.

“STOP!” yelled Fuen, “we have done that joke four times!”

“Right,” said Spectre. “How is the clock diet going Alien?”

“To be honest,” sighed Alien, “I keep going back four seconds…”

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Chemists Death

“Yeah, he was studying to be a chemist when he died,” sighed Sprite.

“There has to be a pun there,” said Spectre.

“No puns,” said Yuffie. “We knew him, even if we did not like him, so we won’t make any gags about chemists, their deaths or anything that happens after.”

“What happens after a chemists death?” asked Sprite.

“They barium,” said Spectre.

Yuffie sighed.

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Doctor Kodak

“Where’s Hydra?” asked Yuffie.

“Oh, erm,” stammered Red. “He’s gone to the hospital,”

“Oh dear,” gasped Yuffie. “What for?”

“He ate a barrel of Kodak camera film,” replied Red. “The doctor said we should leave him to sleep. They will let us know if anything develops.”

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Swimming Inflatables

“Hey,” came a voice from the bushes. “Hey, Red!”

“Hydra?” asked Red. “Is that you?”

“Yeah,” replied Hydra. “Listen, the police are chasing me because I stole some swimming pool inflatables.”

“Oh dear!” gasped Red. “If Yuffie finds out she’s gonna be mad!”

“I know,” replied Hydra. “I gotta lilo.”

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Knowing Time

“She was banging on my door at 2 o’clock this morning,” grumbled Hydra.

“Good grief,” said Cloud.

“She was shouting, ‘for feck sake! Your music’s loud. Do you know what the time is?'” moaned Hydra.

“Ah,” said Cloud. “Did you know the time?”

“Yeah,” said Hydra, “a standard 4/4 rock beat.”

A quite literal, badaboomtish! 🙂

 

The Road

“Honestly,” said Fuen, “I am not sure what everybody is.”

“I don’t follow,” sighed Hydra.

“OK, so this place,” explained Fuen. “It’s a crossing point, from the living world to the afterlife. It is in-between. When humans, animals, and even some plants die, they walk down the paths, to the main road, and follow it to the afterlife. But we live on here for a while. We are the ideas, opinions, hopes and dreams that linger after the living embodiment is gone.”

“So I am just an opinion?” asked Hydra.

“You’re a hope or a dream Hydra,” replied Yuffie. “That’s why we don’t let you play on the road.”

I know this story has been posted before, but this is a good starting point for Hydra’s story and it hasn’t been in a book yet.