Showing posts with label ants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ants. Show all posts

Sunday, March 24, 2013

I love...random short story Sunday (#4).

Hello, friends! Here we are: another Sunday with another random short story from my random collection of short stories...just like the random short story Sundays that have come before it!
 
This story actually would have been more fitting a week ago on St. Patrick's Day...but I was downtown most of the day, enjoying the holiday with random beverages. And really, who would have remembered reading it on that day anyway? So instead you get it today. Cheers!
 
 
Oscar's St. Patrick's Day
by: jenny chalk
 
Once upon a time, in a land right under your feet, there was an ant named Oscar.
 
Oscar was the happiest ant in his town. He always smiled at the other ants he passed on the street and he whistled a happy little tune while he worked in his yard. In fact, all the ants in Oscar's town called him, "Oscar, the happiest ant you'd ever want to meet who smiles and whistles" (the ants had to be careful not to get Oscar confused with "Simon, the sleaziest ant you'd never want to meet who smiles and whistles").
 
One day (March 17th to be exact) Oscar was walking down the street and smiling at the other ants, when he heard a large group of ants laughing and singing inside a local pub.
 
"Sounds like a great time in there," Oscar thought to himself. So he walked in.

All the ants in the pub were dancing around, wearing green clothing and green beads. Some ants even had green stickers on their faces and green top hats on their heads. Oscar walked up to the bar, "What's going on?" he asked, "Is it green day?"

"No," the bar-ant replied.
"Is it top hat day?" Oscar continued.
"No."
"Is it recycling day?"
"No," the bar-ant replied, "It's Saint Patrick's Day!"
"What is Saint Patrick's Day?" said Oscar with a confused look on his face.
 
"It's a new thing we're starting this year," explained the bar-ant, "we all celebrate by drinking too many green beverages and wearing too much green stuff and then everyone falls asleep in random places around town and we wake up tomorrow wearing the same clothes we have on today. I read about it on the Anternet."
 
"Wow," said Oscar, "Sounds harmless, I think I'll give it a try."
 
And with that Oscar joined in on the celebration. He bought a green beverage, borrowed some green beads from other ants and put half his paycheck into the jukebox, playing Usher's song 'Yeah' as many times as he could. The last thing he remembered was telling an ant he'd never seen before that he was awesome and challenging another ant to who could hold their breath the longest.
 
The following morning Oscar woke up in a tree. Well, he woke up sometime between falling from the tree to the ground. "Ouch," mumbled Oscar. He stood up, rubbing at his antenna, and looked at the town clock..."NOON?!" he shouted.
 
Oscar crossed his arms and stumbled back to his house. As he passed other ants on the street they waved and yelled, "Hi, Oscar!" This did not make Oscar happy. He didn't smile, he didn't wave, he just put his hands to his temples and grumbled at the other ants to be quiet.
 
From that point on March 18th became known as Oscar the Grouch Day.
 
As soon as Oscar got home he showered, drank some water, took some tylenol, and closed all his blinds before getting ready to go to bed. But before he crawled into his bed he marked down March 17th on his calendar for the following year: "St. Patrick's Day!" And he added a green smiley face.
 
The End

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

I love...writing.

Over the years I've collected a lot of journals. I think I have a box of them in my attic, there are probably still some at my parents' house, and tonight I counted seven on my bookshelf. Some are filled on every page, in others I've written on random pages - the 5th page, the 20th page, the last page.

They're filled with my thoughts, short stories, song lyrics, poems, ideas for a screenplay, and then some pages are just filled with beginnings, middles or ends of stories that are waiting to be revisited.

As I flip through their pages it's a nice little trip down Jenny-lane. It's a reminder of what I've loved for a long time...writing. I write when I'm happy, I write when I'm sad, I write when I'm bored, I write when I'm stressed. I write in my apartment, in coffee shops, on airplanes, at the park. I even used to write in the middle of class. Writing makes me happy, it makes me...me. And sometimes stumbling back upon your own "me" is pretty nice.

That's what happened tonight. I gathered up these journals, flipped through the pages and stumbled back upon my own "me".

On a piece of paper torn from one journal and tucked into another, dated in 2006, I found this:
"He wants to keep her forever
with her head on his pillow
and her body between his sheets.
He would give up everything else
just to lay there,
living the rest of his life
in her eyes
and through her breathing,
traveling along the curves
of her body
with his fingers
and his hands,
careful to leave her dreaming -
forever."

Then on another (undated) page in another journal I found this:
"In an itty bitty town, in an itty bitty house, lives an itty bitty ant with an itty bitty head and itty bitty hands and a large apple named Appleonia (well a regular-sized apple, but to him it's giant)."

Then this:
"Jenny Chalk
Jenny Chalk
Jenny Chalk
Jennifer Chalk
Jenny Chalk"
(I like practicing my signature.)

As I type these out I'm already editing them in my mind. What will become of the couple in their bed of forever? What does the future hold for the itty bitty ant and his large apple? What will happen to Jenny Chalk?

You'll have to wait and see, and so will I.