Damsels and Dragons

“Bzzzz bzzz bzz!” … “whirr whirrr whir?” … “hmmm hm hmm!!” … the gathering was raucous and the cacophony hung above the pasture like a disagreeable smog. “Silence in the grasslands, please. I now call this meeting to order”, Sylph the Damselfly called out, her piercing voice ringing out into the swarm of some hovering, … Continue reading Damsels and Dragons

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Three Wise Wings

“What do you mean, did I tell Eldon where to come? As if he doesn’t know our hangout”, Eldan exclaimed in mock annoyance, “19° 9' 38.948" N by 72° 52' 18.332" E, the precise location!” “He’s late”, Elden was irritable, “Anyways, as usual it is you two who will have a lavish spread while I … Continue reading Three Wise Wings

Hop a Little, Jump a Little, So We Learn!

“Chirp…chirp…chirp…click me if you can” went the tinny voice yet again, this time jumping from my left to the right. I had thumbed down the shutter speed to capture the sedate spider (full interview of Ms. Spinderella the spider in a forthcoming post) when a blurry blob suddenly started jumping across my field of view, … Continue reading Hop a Little, Jump a Little, So We Learn!

The Awakening

He missed her. It was a month after her passing away and he longed for her so badly. He would have traded his life if he could see her, talk to her, just be with her one more time. Without her he was a mess, his whole life in disarray, even the smallest of things … Continue reading The Awakening

Left A’skink’ For More

“Hiss…hiss…click…click… the Attini N team knocked you off your feet didn’t it (see my post “Ant, Yet Signific‘ant” of Dec 25)? Love those ladies, I tell you, they’re such a riot”, a thick voice mocked me from atop the low compound wall to my left. Still kneeling in the long grass off the path to … Continue reading Left A’skink’ For More

One Last Pudding

He felt the usual sense of pride as he looked around his small yet bustling sweets and treats shop. Though the paint had faded and the plaster was chipping away in places, the dull unpolished wooden racks that lined the back had turned wearisome and the glass panes of the display case at the front … Continue reading One Last Pudding

Terror

He woke up with a start, an immense pressure on his chest, both without and within, his heart thumping madly as if someone had been hammering at it from the outside synchronous with his pounding heartbeats. Strangely however, he felt cold – ice cold – limbs numb and lifeless, his extremities fallen asleep as if … Continue reading Terror