Do not let them pull the wool over your eyes. Humans can NOT whistle. Anyone that can has been infected. Their tunes are not innocuous pleasantries, they are means of identification and communication that are becoming more brazen each day. Stay vigilant. We are not alone.

“My liege, the Onyx Nightmare has been slain! The Autumn Knight has brought its head in exchange for your promised bounty of favor!” “By gods—of course! Anything he desires shall be his.” “She,” the Minister corrected. “She only desires your blessing to wed the Princess.”

“So what would you be doing if anything was on the table?” “Food truck, definitely.” “Oh yeah? What kind?” “Earthen for sure. We went once as kids, always stuck with me. I’ve spent years trying to recreate it. I feel like I’m pretty close.” “Terrible what happened there.”

Many things take advantage of a good storm. Things that do not wish to be seen. Be wary of the peaceful cadence of rain.

“I don’t think I can—I just don’t see a way forward anymore.” “Look,” he said as turned off the lights. “Can you see me?” “No?” “Are you blind?” “No, my eyes just haven’t adjusted yet.” “Exactly,” he said. “Change takes time. I believe in you. You just haven’t adjusted yet.”

“Do you have any pure, unadulterated essence of chaos?” “Maybe,” the wizard paused. “What do you need it for?” He pointed to the old mutt curled around his leg. “Name’s Trouble, ‘cause he lives for it. Just wanna give him one last day he’ll never forget.” “I’ll be right back.”

Dr. Loebl stepped up to the ballistic glass that separated her from the subject, fascinated by its work. “You’re very talented.” Its top set of eyes turned toward her while the rest remained on task. “Talent?” “A natural skill.” “My kind does not have talent. Only practice.”

How’s everyone doing out there?

Who’s the main character of Earth?

Ever wonder what constellations our sun is a part of?

“Do you even know why they sent you girl?” The dragon sighed, slumping down. “To end you,” she said. “To feed me,” he roared. “But I grow weary of self-proclaimed ‘noble’ men and their feeble machinations.” His reptilian eyes narrowed. “What say you to fighting real monsters?”

Crazy to think it’s been three years since this little story thread—back when the character limit was only 140! #HappyHalloween

“Boo?” “Ok, yes, but say it with a bit more purpose, like you mean it,” the ghost gesticulated. “I’m no good. I’ll never get it, never get accepted, and never have any friends—just like before.” “Wrong. Never doesn’t exist here, and I’m not going anywhere until you’ve got it.”

Waste not the lingering magic of the season, but instead use it to imbue words of love and thankfulness upon those you care for most deeply.

“Can I please fix it?” “No. It’s not ours.” “I want to FIX it. Not steal!” “We aren’t to interfere.” “But the camera alone—the things it could see! Think about what it could do for them.” “No.” He turned away with a sigh. “Did it have a name?” She asked. “‘VOYAGER.’”

With the summoning circle complete, a flash of light filled the room and two towering figures now stood where once there were none. “Merry Christmas Dr. Brown! I hope you don’t mind—I brought my friend D’es. Today can be lonely for us.” “Course not! D’es, do you hot chocolate?”

“I am the steward of forgotten things. I’ve come to help you remember what you’ve lost. You may ask one thing,” they say with a sad smile. You pour through your memories, looking for the important negative space, when you again see the grief in their eyes. “What’s your name?”

I made this account 14 years ago?