Inktober 2018

[Ranger of the North]

Prompt: playgroundxxxxxxxxxxxTheme: softxxxxxxxxxxxDay: 19xxxxxxxxxxxWords: 119

xxxxxThere’s an old, lonely playground down the other end of town; it reminds me of a graveyard with its broken, rusted swings and crumbling slides. It’s a place where things are finished, and it looks dedicated to lost dreams. But somehow it’s still alive.
xxxxxThe elderly folk down the road tell glowing tales of their adventures there, bumps and bruises and laughter and all. Sometimes when I need to be alone I go down there to write, and the old trees tell me secrets; I’m trusted with memories almost as old as the wind.
xxxxxIt’s a place where you expect to find death, but if you look closely enough, find quite the opposite.
xxxxxI guess even graveyards grow flowers.

[TheSongOfTheStars]

this brings back a whole ton of childhood memories

[Ranger of the North]

aww

[Ranger of the North]

Prompt: waltzing barefoot in the backyardxxxxxxxxxxxTheme: fluffxxxxxxxxxxxDay: 20xxxxxxxxxxxWords: 62

xxxxxShe danced, danced with the rain in her hair and the wind at her feet. Sister of the leaves. Rosy-cheeked and dirt-fingered, eyes merrier than a robin’s. He had never loved her more.
xxxxxAs dusk fell over the land, he took courage and joined her. They danced together. She and him, the only two in the world, cutting swathes through the rain.

[Ranger of the North]

Prompt: growing wings (any kind) & cactus wrenxxxxxxxxxxxTheme: unexpected & birdsxxxxxxxxxxxDay: 21
Words: 160

(So... I was rather tired when I wrote this... :')

Deep in a nest of feather and down
slept a small wee bird of feathery brown

She was so small, so small you see
she could not leave her yucca tree

For her mama said, and her dad repeated,
“If ya leave ya will be eated!

You must wait ‘til ya wings growned in.”
so the small wren yawned and the bird slept in

But one spring day when the sun was high
the small wee wren felt an itch to fly

It was so strong, so strong you see
she had to leave her yucca tree

Her papa cried, and her mum repeated,
“If ya leave ya will be eated!

You must wait ‘til ya wings growned in.”
but the small wee bird would not listén

She spread her wings and away she flew
and dad and mam flew with her too

So she weren’t ate, and her wings’d growed in
so here’s the lesson: you must sleep in!

[TheSongOfTheStars]

Aww cactus wrens! Those birds are a tad bit special to me

[Ranger of the North]

Ooh, really? How so? I found pictures of them and they have really pretty markings!

[TheSongOfTheStars]

They live in my area and I think they're really pretty

[Ranger of the North]

Oh that's so cool!!! NZ has house wrens brought over frooom Europe I believe, and a few teeny-tiny endemics c:

[TheSongOfTheStars]

I had to look up endemics DX, I feel like I should've already known that word.