The following is what I typed out on my grandfather's old typewriter. I've always loved using it. It has been years since I used it for anything. ( Isn't it ironic how out-dated machines fascinate us so much more than all our new-fangled technology? )
I just needed an excuse to use it. Here's a nonsense story- put down on the spur of the moment with no idea or inspiration behind it...except, perhaps, Snoopy....
" It was a dark and stormy night. The sound of the chill breeze blowing through the gaps in the trees and the eerie darkness was blood curdling. Shadows seemed life-like, for even life seemed shadow-like. The trees swung violently in the wind. The leaves flung off branches and made for the ground. Downward they spiraled, often getting carried far from their parent tree. Foxes stealthily made for shelters through the fur-drenching rain. Squirrels dashed into tree hollows and wrapped their long, furry tails around their shivering young. The monkeys sat on their haunches up in the trees, trying to evade the pouring rain in a canopy of leaves. As lightening broke through the black sky, the startled primates jumped in their seats, lost their balance and gripped the branches with their tails just in time-only to be startled again by the thunder. They made for the undergrowth in desperation as one would dive for ice on receiving a nasty burn.
Speaking of burns, one particular monkey had received one just that morning. At a nearby campsite, some other primates who seemed in no way different from him apart from the fact that they wore clothes, had left the overnight campfire to die out. The coals were still hot. The red gleam from the coals attracted his attention and he jumped right onto them. Not expecting the heat, he leaped up and landed on his buttocks. The heat launched him ten feet into the air. Luckily, he landed away from the wretched things this time. He had run off yelping. Now, this particular monkey was thanking his stars. This cool rain, no matter how stormy, on this dark night, was for him- an ice pack. He climbed victoriously to the top of his tree and hoisted his backside in the air. His sore arse was now soothed.
And so, this dark and stormy night was perhaps destined to ease the burning bum of the monkey who thought he was doomed to the life of a red bummed baboon. "
I just needed an excuse to use it. Here's a nonsense story- put down on the spur of the moment with no idea or inspiration behind it...except, perhaps, Snoopy....
" It was a dark and stormy night. The sound of the chill breeze blowing through the gaps in the trees and the eerie darkness was blood curdling. Shadows seemed life-like, for even life seemed shadow-like. The trees swung violently in the wind. The leaves flung off branches and made for the ground. Downward they spiraled, often getting carried far from their parent tree. Foxes stealthily made for shelters through the fur-drenching rain. Squirrels dashed into tree hollows and wrapped their long, furry tails around their shivering young. The monkeys sat on their haunches up in the trees, trying to evade the pouring rain in a canopy of leaves. As lightening broke through the black sky, the startled primates jumped in their seats, lost their balance and gripped the branches with their tails just in time-only to be startled again by the thunder. They made for the undergrowth in desperation as one would dive for ice on receiving a nasty burn.
Speaking of burns, one particular monkey had received one just that morning. At a nearby campsite, some other primates who seemed in no way different from him apart from the fact that they wore clothes, had left the overnight campfire to die out. The coals were still hot. The red gleam from the coals attracted his attention and he jumped right onto them. Not expecting the heat, he leaped up and landed on his buttocks. The heat launched him ten feet into the air. Luckily, he landed away from the wretched things this time. He had run off yelping. Now, this particular monkey was thanking his stars. This cool rain, no matter how stormy, on this dark night, was for him- an ice pack. He climbed victoriously to the top of his tree and hoisted his backside in the air. His sore arse was now soothed.
And so, this dark and stormy night was perhaps destined to ease the burning bum of the monkey who thought he was doomed to the life of a red bummed baboon. "
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