Third Times (NOT) a CharmAccording to superstition I should have won the lottery, become best friends with Taylor Swift and concurred world domination by now. I hate to break it to you (and myself), but none of those wonderful things have happened to me, and probably never will. I suppose there is fun to superstition, especially when you've done something stupid and are promised a reward out of it. However, the famous saying of being granted good luck when you've managed to be defecated on by a bird, is something I've had to hear on a number of occasions (three to be painfully accurate). For all of you superstitious folk, I hope I'm able to teach you a lesson or two.Third Times (NOT) a Charm15 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The first occurrence of said bird defecation was a while back, I want to say I was around 11, maybe 12? Who knows. I was hanging with one of my old friends; we were simply enjoying each others company, minding our own business. Then all of a sudden, I felt something wet form on my shoulder. I turn to see some oddly coloured substance had formed on
Meeting New People"This is my daughter, Abygail." Mother says, like she's proud.Meeting New People22 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Your son Gail.
"Such a beautiful young lady." the strange man replies.
No. It's young man.
"Yes, she's a good kid."
He's a good kid.
"You must be very pround of her."
You must be proud of HIM.
And no, she's not proud of me.
"Yes, she's the daughter I always wanted."
Oh, I got it, so that's why you told me to kill myself.
"I'm sure you are; great dancer, singer, makeup artist, horse racer, it's amazing."
Who's kid are you talking about?
"Yes, she's talaneted."
Are you two even talking about me?
"Ms. Abygail, why are you being so shy?"
Me? Shy? Nope.
"No, Sir. I am not shy. And I have not raced horse since I was eight, the only singing I do is in the car or in my room, i am not a makeup artist, and I am not a great dancer. I do not like lies. As well as please stop, very rudely, calling me a female. It is Mr. Gail to you. Thank you very much you, annoyi
Thoughts on the GardenThe tomatoes here are ripening, despite the excess rain. I hate to eat them, really - to me, they are more than food.Thoughts on the Garden22 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You see, there are thousands of varieties of these acidic dreams, each new name a slightly different shape, subtle flavor, or a color palette all its own. Some have leaves sticking straight out to catch the afternoon sun, while others have foliage wilted by genetics, sighing in the summer breezes. Some are short, some are tall, some sprawl all over the place, despite their cages, encroaching on the cucumbers, and each plant - each fruit is an artwork.
Every one is a bit of history, re-planted and remembered by the soil each Spring. The ancestors of these seeds have witnessed wars and crossed oceans to be here. They have been passed down, like so many memory quilts, from generation to generation within families and communities, some of which have since passed on, leaving only these traces.
I can almost taste them.
The Little OneThe Little One23 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I still live with my mum and dad, and every once in a while we babysit my older sister’s kids, sometimes a week at a time because my sister and her husband have weird work hours. My dad works long hours, so he gets little time with the kids before he has to get to bed. The kids are super young at this point, the youngest still being bottle fed in their late month age. Despite the desperate need for naps, the tykes are hyperactive and always tugging on articles of clothing when they can’t find words, or they’re just letting the adults know they’re there.
I was messing around with the kids, getting used to their antics for about a week, and I became accustomed to the little tug on the back of my shirt, when their parents showed up to head back home. It was late at night when they arrived, Dad had already gone to bed and Mum was already getting ready. Me, being the night owl I am, stayed up well past midnight down in the basement. I was drawing, watching youtube, c