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Weirdness and Whimsy

By: Thomas Ask
Narrated by: Virtual Voice
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Wide ranging stories to add wonder and mindfulness to your day...but short stories and poetry? Yes! These are bite-size chunks of fun, weirdness, introspection, and narrative. Sort of like M&Ms, but with more letters. I even have a category of Very Short Stories, for those that want a quick read. The following are extracts from a couple of them—but I have lighter stuff too!

The group of newfound friends steadfastly neared the top of the mountain. A shaft of light penetrated the foliage. They felt the yellow warmth on their head and the top of their dry eyes. Looking up, they saw the beam of light slicing through the trees. They stopped and huddled elbow to elbow. They saw this light and knew this light could overwhelm the shadows. Smiles raised their drooping cheeks. Their eyes could now use their power to see clearly. The shaft of light chased the darkness away and their minds were renewed by what they saw. The suffering had eased, their inner strength had flourished and now hope had risen. (from Election)

There Moloch jumped and strangled the man’s mind. Passions turned into poison, love turned into lust, labor turned into loss. The man’s mind became ripped with images. Pain radiated everywhere, and he couldn’t breathe. His eyes widened and he covered his head with his arms. Molock roared; his breath smelled like oil. He kicked the man violently in the back and he fell headfirst into the forest’s floor. His face ploughed into a rotted reeking Asherah pole, the lingering splinters pierced his eyes. Putrid, rancid fruit reeking of death was driven up his nose. The defilement of his senses was complete.
A tiny ember in him whimpered, “Be gone.” (from Molock Rages)

The ship continued to climb slowly, its flames penetrating deeper and deeper into the planet.
“Stop now or we won’t have a planet—that is an order!” General Karik shouted.
“We will crash!” the engineer replied as more and more fire was poured into the planet’s cracks.
“Stop them now!” General Karik ordered.
The engineer obeyed and shut off the fuel supply. The giant flames slowly burned out. Their craft had enough inertia to continue moving away from the planet, but they could see the Kuzo was cracking up into pieces. (from Earth Attack)

“Well, you dug through and disturbed information that your stupid trowels, brushes, and screens will never recover. Do you hate fossilized microbes? Are they just dust to you? Do you care about where all this inglorious debris was located, or do you just care about the rich guy’s walls?”
Ames looked at his sable brush, it had been a gift from his mother, and he used it only for the last reveal of ancient structures. Its long, black fur had worn slowly over the decades. He sighed, stuck the brush in his pocket and stepped out of the excavation. The young archaeologist watched him in disgust. (from Next Chapters)

“Please place the box on a lace doily. The doily will rest on a linen square. Those in turn, will sit on top of my best tablecloth.” Esther continued, “The linen square must be from my Varanasi collection with those coarse cotton threads. I love the authenticity.” Thinking through the layering she envisioned and the details of presentation, she continued, “Yes, I want the lace doily to sit atop the linen square. The doily must be from my Scranton collection, they make the best lace. The box will be placed on top of the doily.” (from The Ceremony)

Rachel carried her box to the collection table in the back of the class where they were supposed to put their pyramid projects. She was the last one to get to class and saw the other pyramids that were turned in. They weren't like hers. She put her pyramid on the collection table and kept it in the protective box. Her stomach churned, she thought the other kids would make fun of her for all the time she put into her pyramid. (from Perfect Pyramid)

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