Kraken Episode 7

Episode 7: Sacrifice

Uma’s body froze in pure terror, the family that had taken them here, had found them. They could possibly face the same fate as the rest of their family in moments. She had no idea what to do, as the slow purposeful footsteps came closer and closer to the bed, Uma lost hope. Even if she tried to fight she’d lose, if she tried to run they’d smell her like they did under the bed. Her time had run out.

That’s when something terrible took place. Before I had the chance to stop him my grandpa popped out from underneath the bed. Revealing himself to whatever twisted monster was out there. The creatures hissed in anger at the site of a perfectly normal human.

“You smell me, I escaped punish me how you must.” My grandpa pleaded

Uma’s grandpa was sacrificing his freedom and possibly his life for hers. She couldn’t help but shed a tear. Her grandpa was so brave and utterly stupid. His disregard for his own safety was instinctual he hardly even thought about it. She had to make it worth while abd save her family.

“Take him to the dungeon with the rest” One hissed to another

Some rustling took place and then silence the family as well as her Grandpa was gone. Uma was totally alone with no plan, no help, and only about 10 years of good life experience. She felt utterly without hope like every opportunity had been squashed away before her eyes. Uma had nothing.

She knew she couldn’t give up, her family was captured and no matter the odds they needed her. Uma’s grandpa was down there, her aunts, her uncles, her mom and dad. No matter what the cost it was necessary they found an escape. That’s when an idea hit her like a lightning rod.

The Kraken the same beast that captured them in the first place. It had listened to her, and cared enough to take her away from imprisonment. It had sparred her and showed her kindness. She wasn’t alone if she went back for him she could use the creatures fondness to fix all of this.

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Draw the Picture Episode 4

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Episode 4: A Letter to a Lover

Dear Darla,


Thank you for getting back to me so swiftly I often discover myself waiting for your next letter. Is that strange for me to admit? I love language so dearly, and I feel you have a way with verbiage, unlike anyone I’ve ever met. Well perhaps excluding myself. We’re so alike you and I, I often wonder if you would’ve made the better author.

I’m sorry that I’ve been away so long, my career demands that I stay a whole month longer in the mountains. Research isn’t even half completed yet, I fear it may be even longer. Just know that I’m always thinking about you. There is not a single moment that passes you don’t hold my heart.

Strangely, I often think, that a sizable part of me is missing. Now that I write it down I suspect its only the feeling of losing you. I hope to see you soon and tend to the farm with you. Maybe, we could look up at the night sky like we used to when we were young. Just for old times sake.

Please let me know how the family is doing. I put a thousand dollars in my letter I hope it helps. I’d tell you to stay sharp but I know you already are. There’s nobody I’d rather have holding down the fort. I await the day I see you soon.

Your Loving Husband,

Arthur Belmont

Draw the Picture Episode 3

“Take the advice or don’t after all, I am just a tree.”

-The Wise Willow

“Take a lesson from the tree down the road little creature. The only way to be happy is to be content with what you have.”

-The Wise Willow

Despite my youthful appearance, I’ve lived on this road for some time. Much longer than any of the humans who come and go from their homes like clockwork. Far longer than the birds and squirrels who make their homes among my branches. Certainly longer than ants that run along the grassy hills. Trees aren’t like animals, always moving around hungry and afraid. You seek greater and greater things with no limit. This is because a beast is forever famished. Never content with what it has.
Take a lesson from the tree down the road little creature. The only way to be happy is to be content with what you have. No prey will satisfy your hunger. Even an infinite bounty would not please your empty stomachs. The sole way to truly find peace is to be like a tree.
How often do you see a hedge request anything? Even if a daisy could talk I doubt it would have a single desire. This is because a plant is never moving. A plant’s job is to be still. It collects the bounty the universe provides. It doesn’t ask it for things only sit there and waits.
Of course, because of biology, this is impossible to fully accomplish. However, I hope that there is a lesson in the way we live. After all, I’m older than I look. I’ve seen leaders fall and rise and I’d like to think I know a thing or two. Trust in the universe, I believe you’ll be surprised. The bounties you miss running about are endless. When you let go of control amazing things can happen.
This is not to say to not have any ambitions, animals need their goals. After all, you’ve accomplished many things with willpower. Things a tree-like me can’t scoff at. Perhaps, all I’m trying to say is be content with where you’re at. I see so many humans who desire and desire until it destroys them. Ambition becomes jealousy so easily. The power of gratitude and trust is incredible. Take the advice or don’t after all, I am just a tree.

Write the Picture Episode 2

Every morning, without fail, Samuel watched the sunrise above his old garage. For hours he’d sit, watching the fiery pinks and reds become crisp and blue. Samuel would imagine the new days approaching. He’d reflect the time that had past. After hours of thought, he’d grab his cane and limp his way back to saint Josephs nursing home.
Every single morning, he’d make it only a few feet. The nurses would frantically discover Samuel and put him in an ambulance. They would scold him and lock him in his room. Samuel hated it here. It felt like a prison.
The low ceilings made the building feel suffocating. The chairs were unpleasing and hurt Samuel’s back. Worse of all, the nurses were rude and careless. Samuel planned to escape for real one day.
He thought about life on the road the freedom he so much desired. To him, that seemed natural to dream about in the presence of the sun. After all, the sun rises and sets every morning and night. So why can’t it offer a new beginning?

Samuel snuck out like he always did. The hospital rushed to his old house, to the garage he loved so dearly. They couldn’t find anything, Samuel was nowhere to be found. He had gone the opposite way. He walked all the way to the Hallipart airway. He got in his old plane and flew into the sky.
After that, a national search took place, for years nobody could find Samuel the elusive escaped elderly man. Until one day his body was found peacefully laying in a meadow. It was all the way in Canada if you can believe it. He was looking where the sun rose thinking about the future.