I investigated further, and it turned out to be a normal light that just looked green because it was reflected off the trees. But this was what I thought when I saw it. :D
Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on July 24, 2014
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Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on July 16, 2014
The lad hurried into the room, and the man instructed him to fetch a particular storybook from the library.
Thomas returned several minutes later with the book and handed it to his master. The latter leafed through its papers until he came upon a story with the promising title “Sir Jankin’s Apprentice.”
“Ah, yes, this period in history makes for the most delightful tales!” the man proclaimed, and, dismissing the boy, he settled into a chair to indulge in some light reading.
This was written for Five Sentence Fiction. It may not be much of a story, but did you catch all SIX definitions of “page” that I squeezed into it? ;)
Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on July 15, 2014
I got brain freeze eating ice cream like ten minutes ago, and it still hasn’t gone away. Has your brain freeze ever lasted more than 20 seconds, even? I don’t think mine ever had until now.
Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on July 10, 2014
Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on June 23, 2014
We all see them sometimes: those signs that just make you smile, either because they are intended to be funny or because their poor wording is amusing. Here are a few I’ve come across.
When times are tough, even the supermarkets have to ration!
This one is funny because of the context. ;)
Really, isn’t “destroy” a bit harsh?
IT’S THE DEATHLY HALLOWS!!! Except not really. Okay, so the sign isn’t really funny, but it did make me smile, and perhaps it will make you do so too.
If you wanted to bring in the small children you were planning on eating . . . well, sorry, but you’ll have to eat them elsewhere.
Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on June 16, 2014
“Make a wish,” my mother whispered.
I blew out the candles and watched the brief smoke wisps that floated up from the blackened wicks, wondering why I’d even bothered.
Mindlessly I ate my half of the little cake, and my mother, a smile plastered awkwardly on her face, ate the other half.
I was only four, but I knew my wish could do nothing.
He wasn’t coming back.
(Wanting to write but lacking inspiration, I went looking for writing challenges on WordPress blogs. I came across Five Sentence Fiction and decided to give it a shot. I hope you liked it.)
Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on June 13, 2014
Have you examined the back of a box of Life cereal anytime recently? It features quite a charming little scene:
I was looking at this illustration and was admiring all the little details. I mean, look! One child has a pet frog:
Is that not positively delightful? I think it is. I take pleasure in it.
I also take pleasure in admiring the disproportionate and otherwise unrealistic aspects of this artwork. The frog pictured above, for instance, is somewhat bigger than your average frog. But you could argue that it’s a Goliath frog*. Much worse than the frog is the robin because there’s just no excuse for it:
And then there’s the squirrel.
Here’s a fun one: The baby has the body proportions of an older human! Take a look:
While we’re in the park, don’t you find the sailing guy amusing? I don’t know where he thinks he’s going. He seems to have vastly overestimated the size of the pond.
Up in the house, check out the girl in the bathroom. She must live with a giant because look at the size of that toothbrush on the sink! And the toothpaste tube! Not to mention the toilet paper roll, which is three times as wide as her legs. . . .
I’m trying to identify the pink object next to the boy’s bed.
I really, really hope it’s not a comb.
One more thing for your entertainment:
Um, number 13? If they think they can get away with calling milk “cow juice” . . . someone needs to give them a quick lesson in the definition of “juice.” ;)
What about you? Do you like seeking and discovering things that most people don’t think twice about?
*Although I’d say it’s a bit too thin for that. You can Google “Goliath frog” and decide for yourself.
Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on May 20, 2014
My mother has always worried about her children. When she doesn’t know where one of her children is, or if the child is late in coming back, her mind immediately starts jumping to the worst scenarios, and she gets very nervous.
As a kid this was frustrating to me, because it meant I always had to tell her where I was going to be. Hey, even today, when I travel away from my dorm for weekends, she likes me to call her and let her know when I arrive safely.
But the thing is, I can totally understand this tendency because I’m like that too.
I inherited it from her!
The other day, my roommate wasn’t coming back to the dorm when she usually does, and she hadn’t mentioned to me that she was going out. So I started worrying. Why wasn’t she back yet? Could something bad have happened?
I called her phone. No answer.
I called again.
She picked up and said, “Hello?”
I said, “Where are you?”
A pause, and then the line went dead.
My reaction: OH, MY GOODNESS!! SHE’S BEEN KIDNAPPED!!!
I must have called her at least five more times after that, all with no answer, and was just dialing another time when she walked in through the door.
Turns out the line went dead because she was in the subway. And there I was, all worried, half-considering calling the police.
It’s simultaneously sad and funny.
Posted by Avra-Sha Faohla on April 2, 2014
If you are obsessive about not throwing out what you might call “perfectly good food” (but what others would have designated for the dumpster weeks ago), here is the way to salvage that sweet potato that you just never got around to eating:
Simply cut away all the bad bits before baking!
Looks appetizing, no?
P.S. It was a fail. Even with the visibly rotten parts removed, only some of it cooked normally; the rest was oddly spongy. I ate what was normal and had to toss the rest in sad defeat. It was quite unfortunate. (But you can’t say I didn’t do my best. ;) )