Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
“Oh no!” gasped Alpaca.
“What’s up?” asked Reala.
“I just saw the back of my head in the mirror behind the bar,” moaned Alpaca. “Looks like I’m going bald.”
Reala wandered around behind Alpaca. “It’s only a small patch.”
“Maybe I should tattoo a rabbit on the back of my head,” pondered Alpaca.
“Why would you do that?” asked Reala.
“Because from a distance,” said Alpaca, “it would look like a little hare.”
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Capricorn (ep. 79)
She was tall and slender, enough to tower over most men, but she looked so fragile. Her legs reminded him of a spider and her hair was always frazzled.
He never saw where she came from, she would just appear by the roadside, looking up the street. Like she was waiting for a bus she never expected to come.
He’d invited her to wait inside a few times. She always declined.
Why would someone wait for four hours for a bus in the snow?
Ambiguous though many of my endings are, I do like to have a start, finish and end to my stories. This wasn’t so much a story but a start of a story that never fully formed in my head back in the Blue Moons heyday. The scene stuck in my head though. A lady who looked like a breath of wind would knock her over, waiting at a bus stop for a ride that would never come.
Also, dicking about with effects on a video. This was set to 100% and won’t be staying at 100%. But it’s an interesting effect. Just thought it would give my daily tales a little more visual thingy.
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Another nameless Fear. We’ll define her by her role for the time being. Visually she reminds me of a bedraggled pigeon. Her feathers separated. The head-gear looks like a Celtic shamans headdress. She’s our lady for this weeks #Colour_Collective on Twatter.
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“You’re a bit strange,” observed Reala.
“I’m strange?” gasped Alpaca. “You’re the one serving Viagra tea to an alpaca.”
Reala nodded in agreement at Alpaca’s logic.
“Besides which,” continued Alpaca, “neither of us are as strange as Mad Betty McGrue, the homeless pony of Pontefract.”
“Oh aye?” pondered Reala.
“Mmhmm,” said Alpaca. “She’s unstable.”
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“OK,” said Reala, “I am afraid Fuen and Yuffie scoffed all the Hobnobs and Digestives.”
“Knackers,” sighed Alpaca.
“I do have some Animal Crackers,” said Reala.
“Oh, I can’t eat them on account of my beliefs,” replied Alpaca.
“Eh?” enquired Reala.
“I’m a vegetarian,” replied Alpaca.
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“Can I get you something?” asked Reala.
“Cuppa tea and some biscuits, please,” requested the Alpaca. “Do you have them new Viagra tea bags?”
Reala studied Alpaca. “You’re a female llama. Why would you need Viagra tea?”
“Oh, it’s not for sex,” replied Alpaca. “It just stops the biscuits going soft.”
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Capricorn (ep. 78)
The effort of climbing the short flight of stairs made it wheeze and cough. It seemed more geriatric than terrifying. Years of comics and movies had changed the human mind’s perspective. He was not prepared for how vulnerable it appeared. He stepped back, into arms. Turning his head to see eight more behind him.
Sneaky buggers…
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Eaten too many chocolate eggs already? Sprite has. Doodled with a Faber-Castell PITT. Submitted to Scribblers Cove – Bloated theme.
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With all the fishy puns this week, #Colour_Collective have given us a blue to play with. So in comes my favourite fishy, who from henceforth, shall be named, Feesh.
Alpaca sat at the bar and started sniffling.
“What’s wrong?” asked Reala.
“Oh, I’ve just come from the petrol station,” replied Alpaca.
“And?” pushed Reala.
“I got a bit emotional,” replied Alpaca. “I just started filling up…”
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Little Fears 