The pen asks the fingers

The pen said, “Let’s write something.”

The fingers said, “No, I’m too tired.”

The pen said, “But if you lift me, you’ll get energized.”

The fingers said, “You promise?”

The pen said, “If I’m wrong, you can snap me in two!”

The fingers got excited and picked up the pen. The fingers wrote a story about a person who gets tired of living above water, and dives deep into the Ocean. After a minute and a half, the person is almost out of breath, and is close to passing out. That’s when the Squid came up to the person and breathed oxygen into their mouth. The person felt better and was happy about their original decision.

Surprise visit with the Sun

I took my rocket ship to visit my friend, The Sun.

When I got there, the Sun was happy and surprised to see me.

I got out of the ship and space walked a few feet from the Sun. I wore an asbestos suit that the Sun bought me some years ago for my birthday.

The Sun updated me on its life, and I about mine.

A few times, the sun stretched out one of its rays to me, and I touched it with my fingertip.

Hole with light coming out of it

I got up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water. As I walked through the living room to get to the kitchen, I discovered a hole in the floor. There was light coming out of the hole.

I looked down in the hole and only saw light. I wanted to know more, so I said into the hole, “What’s this all about?”

The hole said, “What do you mean?”

I said, “Well, you weren’t here when I went to bed this evening.”

The hole said, “At that time I was elsewhere.”

I said, “Okay, but why have you come?”

The hole said, “No reason in particular.”

I said, “So, are you an omen, or something like that?”

The hole said, “Something is an omen only if you feel it’s an omen.”

I said, “To me you’re just a hole with light coming out of it.”

Catching up with Arnold the Ant

I went for a walk with my friend Arnold the Ant. It was a beautiful day. We enjoyed strolling in the sun as we caught up on each other’s lives.

Arnold the Ant said, “I left the ant colony to strike out on my own. I’ve been doing quite well. Yesterday I found an entire loaf of bread. And the great thing was I didn’t have to share it with anyone.”

I said, “That’s some good luck you have going there. I’m so glad you left that colony. All you ever did was complain about how they mistreated you.”

Arnold the Ant said, “How about you? What’s going on with your collecting of the color blue?”

I said, “So far this week I’ve found 32 blue items. That makes 1,267 blue items that I’ve found this year, and it’s only February.

Arnold the Ant said, “Wow, Brooks, congratulations!”

I said, “Thanks, Arnold!

It’s me, a door

Hi. It’s me. A door.

I don’t have a name. I feel like being a door is enough.

When I meet someone and they tell me their name, I nod quietly. They’ll often ask my name. I say, “It’s door.”

Sometimes they’ll say, “Dohr?”

I’ll say, “No, door.”

I’m not trying to make a point. For me it sums it all up. I open. I close. I keep out the elements and unwanted guests.

I used to be a tree. Back then when someone asked my name, I said, “tree.” Sometimes they’d say, “Trey?”

I’d say, “No, tree.”

Arguing with a star

I laid out in my backyard and looked up at the stars.

The stars were twinkling. I wished I could twinkle. I felt depressed.

A star waved one of its rays and yelled, “Hey, cut that out!!”

I said, “What do you mean?”

The star said, “You know, feeling all sad because you think we got it better.”

I said, “But you do, don’t you?”

The star said, “It depends on the day.”

I said, “What do you mean?”

The star said, “For instance, last night it was all cloudy. All the shining work I did was for naught. I might as well have not even have tried.”

I said, “I don’t understand, why did you try shining if you could see that no one would notice?”

The star said, “Because I’m a work-a-holic. One day it will drive me into my grave.”

I said, “Your death is called a Supernova. It’s one of the most beautiful and brilliant occurrences in space.”

The star said, “Oh. Never mind then.”