Uplifted

Trees swayed in the afternoon breeze now and again, but would not whisper. The daylight streamed between the cracks in the nearby fence and the grass slurped it up sappily. Famous treats pushed into crevices and hung from branches in bright neon ovals. The search began.
Adults scampered about as giddy as children and filled their baskets with rewards. So eager to find their sugar packed tasties. Eagerly we search for those little things that make life so sweet.

Dramatically dermatic

They say that the human smile can make a face look younger. This indicates, perhaps, that youth is not the secret to happiness, but happiness is the secret of youth. What, then, makes you happy? There are many branches in that answer, but the root remains the same. People are integral. How we approach those people is entirely personal however.

Some of us are writers. Some of us are actors. Some of us are mechanics (I'm thinking of you AAA men!), comedians, flourists, and zookeepers. Some of us build ipads and some of us program games. Some of us sing. Some of us etcetera.
As for me
I believe in fiction, in expression, in that strange new genre that is becoming so grand and beautiful that I would affectionately speak of it as my major beside english.

Interactive story telling.

Now i just hope those harlequin authors dont runaway with it.

We could...

We could go up your drive way and across your walk way,

we could follow you perfectly in the hopes we wont lose you,

and we could pitch our modern tents in the farthest corners of the himalayas,

but what we are really going to do is walk across the lawn,

cut you off at the pass,

and camp in our backyards. Because, really, whose going to enjoy this? Me or you?

No, really. Did you try and trap your lawn for bears or something? 

...

Oh.

Goodnight

Hey, don't let it get to you. the moon is a passing thing. It frets about on stage for a few hours and then it is gone. After it disappears? Well it is just the evening. The dark will give you time to think. Again no biggy. Just go with it.

OH. Just don't use that blanket. It's some strange mixture of rayon. Just stay away from that. Yeah. Only thing you need to worry about.

Farewell to glow

After that moment they found themselves a little darker. A little later. The flowers a little less bright. Never did their minds wander over what they had just seen, they merely walked beyond the flooded room and into the twilight of a once bright day. And now, horses were just horses, people just people, and all their grandeur an indecent lie. 

They seriously contemplated whether they would ever smile again.

but,

Unbeknownst to them a little glimmer still shined in that well. It flitted through waves and ripples and scattered light against the damp ceiling. In the morning it would burn a hole in the roof and feed the sunlight with its brave elixir. The world would glow once more.

Motif 2

Hey, I know how to eat barbequed chicken. Dont get me wrong. I just think it isnt the best thing for my wasteline, Seriously. If I get below 300 the coach will take me off the line.

Wait, is that a hippo?

Motif

The only problem is this: When we find the hippopotomus how will we get him to the pool party? I mean, did anyone actually think about it?