When I was a kid, we went to the Pocono Mountains every summer. There was about an acre or so of forest behind our house that we weren’t allowed to go into. Naturally, the older kids always explored the woods at night, and told us freaky stories about girls with long blonde hair in black dresses without mouths that chased them out. One night, I got up for water and looked out the window on my way back. It might’ve been just darkness, but I could swear I saw a fluttering dress and a flash of gold.

27 – Cloud Machine

Three smokestacks, painted like a candy cane, loomed over the field where we played in at recess time. I often found myself watching those big red cloud-machines instead of joining the other boys at play. Even now as a so-called grownup, whenever they catch my eye, I can’t help but stare. To me, in a way, they were a part of my Dad. Every morning he would walk me to school before going to work in the light blue building at the base of those smokestacks. I liked to think of him as chief cloud designer, but I never knew for sure what he did there.
This morning, however, my Dad did not join me on my walk to school. I had awoken to an empty house. I yelled out for my Mom and Dad, but no answer. I sat at the kitchen table waiting around for them for some time until I realized that I would probably have to make my own way to school. I dressed myself and headed out the door. Though I knew the way there, I had never walked to school alone before. I wasn’t sure why, but it made me feel sad.
My tummy rumbled at recess as I quietly picked at the dried of pieces of Play-Doh stuck to my fingernails. That sad feeling hadn’t quite gone away and I was missing my Dad. The big puffy white clouds were pouring out nicely from the smokestacks, so I assumed that he was able to make it to work on time. Or, I hoped he did.
The loud droning bell rang out, signalling the end of recess. All the other kids around me dropped their toys and made their way the doors of the school, but I couldn’t move. My eyes remained to those smokestacks. Maybe if I sat there long enough watching them, wishing upon them, my Dad would appear.
The growing silence as all children left the field; it was peaceful, perfect for watching the clouds. My moment of quiet was soon interrupted by the sound of the teacher’s voice. She had used that same tone earlier that morning as she scolded me for being late, as well as many times before that. I did my best to ignore her, but as her voice drew closer I knew that I would have to make a move.
I sprung to my feet and darted towards those three candy canes. The teacher behind me shouted and gave chase. She was gaining on me. Luckily my tiny legs were much quicker than her’s. I sprinted through the field fast than any child could even dream of. I needed to see my Dad. My lungs began to burn as I made it to the edge of the field, one more step and I would be off school property. I was losing my breath, but my eyes never left those smokestacks.
I was crossing the parking lot, almost at that light blue building, when it happened: the smokestacks stopped making clouds. Not single white puff was coming out of them, as if all at once they had completely run dry. My heart sank and I stopped running. Something was wrong, very wrong, but I couldn’t tell what it was. I just knew at that moment that my Dad would not be waiting for me there.
Tears began to fill my eyes and the teacher eventually caught up with me. She took my arm and dragged me all the way back to school. I was taken to the principal’s office where, after a few stern words, the principal told me that she would be calling my parents. My tears were almost dry at this point and I was almost glad that she would be speaking to my parents, maybe then I would find out what had happened to them. She dialled the number and I waited attentively, but after a few moments on the phone she gave me a frown and sent me back to class without another word.
When the day finally came to a close with no word from my parents, I found myself once again walking alone. My stomach started to churn inside of me. Maybe they left because I was a bad son. Maybe they didn’t want me anymore. Maybe the cloud machine would never turn back on.
I made it back to my home and found my Mom waiting there for me. Her appearance was worn as if she had been up all night. I wanted to run to her and give her a hug, but something wasn’t right. Something was missing. She sat me down to have a talk, her voice shaking. My Dad wouldn’t be walking me to school anymore.

cryptic-alchemist with Evie after a day at the dog park. I was just snapping photos of them laying in the grass but I liked this one and thought it looked like something someone might pay money for from a professional so yes, I’m sharing it here.

I just really wish someone would pay me to do photography for them, lol.

In a kingdom far away, a young man took the throne
This king was full of hatred; his heart was made of stone
He took over after his father, who betrayed the town,
Leaving his son to attempt to turn it back around.
And so he set out, trying to do his very best,
But the town didn’t trust him; they said he was just like the rest.
So the town tried to rebel and the king grew mad
Until suddenly one day, “enough” was all he had.
He came up with a plan to punish everyone;
He arranged for a feast of four hundred and one.
He would feed them a dinner, then turn on them all,
And when they come close, down they will fall.
So the guests all came, hungry for food,
And the king, hungry for revenge, appeared quite rude
When he got up and left, bringing back his sword,
Demanding to fight a man who looked quite bored.
This began a series of fights between the king and themen
As he chased them through the kitchen and the bedroom and the den
This labyrinth of a castle made it difficult indeed,
But he quickly killed off twenty of the men who took the lead.

Soon there were men laying all over the floor
But a brave soul stepped ahead to try to settle this once more.
He fought and fought and tried as best he could
To get rid of the king for once and for good.

Suddenly his wife appeared, silencing the crowd
And the men paused their fight to hear this woman out.
“You don’t have to do this,” she said to the king,
“You don’t have to despise every living thing!”

For a moment, the king stood still as a deer,
Thinking that maybe she was on to something here.
Maybe if he was kind, the others would be kind in return;
Maybe it wasn’t such a difficult thing to learn.
But he realized that this just could not work,
As all he’d ever known was how to be a jerk.
So he continued the sword fight with the husband of the wife,
And chased him through the labyrinth, taking his life.
I wish I could tell you this story would end like the Grinch,
The cutting of roast beef and his heart growing an inch,
But sometimes the mad ones get their way
As did this king with his anger and dismay.



After you and your new friends try each one of the slides in turn you decide your favorite was the fastest, the one with the barrel rolls. So it’s the one you spend a few more times sliding down that one.

That was about when Iron suggested, “Hey if you like that we should go try the merry-go-round.” Pointing in its direction.

A little hesitant at the prospect, given its dangerous appearance. You give a little shuffle in the dirt and a blank “Umm.” For an answer.

“Aw come on!” Iron pleaded, “Azure won’t ride it with me, she doesn’t want to mess up her mane.” Azure sat there and gave you an admissive nod. So you agreed to your friends request, after all if they weren’t scared how dangerous could it be?

Iron and yourself get on opposite sides of the merry-go-round push it around as you run as fast as you can before jumping on. Holding on tight as it spins you around and around, and finally starts to slow down.

Part of you is disappointed the rockets on the sides where just for show, the other part was relieved.

And just as you start to relax, blue flames burst from the rockets and the    merry-go-round lurches forward. Faster and faster it spins, as you hold on for dear life.

Eventually unable to hold on any longer the merry-go-round flings you off and high into the air. Terror grips you momentarily before you land softly on a fluffy pink cloud… . . make that a sticky pink cloud.

(First I want to wish everybody a Happy Independence Day, even if you don’t celebrate it on today. Second I want to thank all my followers I really appreciate you all, even if you don’t send in something new and silly for Tom to do.)

My favorite thing about writing has to be coming up with a bunch of things that would otherwise be termed “headcannons”, and then…wait, those are just canon. This character had a crush on Britney Spears when she was a little girl and has always been bi in my head? She IS bi! My main character’s new girlfriend has androgen insensitivity syndrome? Not a headcannon, TRUE.

lol I totally forgot to tell TumblrLand but:

I proposed to jnenifre and she said yes. 

This is significant because we met on Tumblr some five years ago. It’s an actual Tumblr Love Story.

So if your parents/teachers/roommates/annoying facebook friends ever tell you to get off Tumblr, remind them that your ~*~one true love~*~ may be waiting there.

Oh yeah, and Jenny is honestly the greatest human being alive and I am so lucky to have her in my life xoxoxoxo