One Minute Storytelling 9-13-10

With star light stretching through the morning sky, I saw something fluttering on the ground. Kneeing down I took a closer look at the insect, it was a moth. The moth was trying to flip itself over so that it could get in position to take lift. While staring at this tiny creature my mind began to wonder. Should I flip this spotted aero-creature over or let it be? My eyes noticed more movement near the moth; ants were marching toward this helpless creature, dinner for thousands! Still swimming in my ocean of thoughts the ants started to surround the insect there was no escape. If one would try to follow the circumstances on how I or the insect got to cross paths would surely lose their marbles. Time travel has proved this claim. Using a wooden stick as a substitute for my fingers, I brought gravity upside down for the sky creature, evidently lift wasn’t achieved. I picked up a nearby stone that hadn’t been touched by sunlight it was still cool and wet. “Stay in motion”, I whispered. Muscles twitching, my energy transfers into the stone enough to sever the moth. The marching soldiers had regrouped and started to swarm the now motionless insect. Laughter had overwhelmed my senses because time traveling had become exhausting and this decision had been playing over indefinitely in space and time with never the same result.

One Minute Storytelling 8-20-10

Conversation with a fly:
A fly has been living in my car for three days. We had an interesting conversation today when I mention how he felt about having a lifespan less than a month. He couldn't understand the concept of months, days or even death, no matter how scientific I got. He said "Don't worry friend, your species has a individualism perception about reality. What you call death and time are just motion, decay and a rotating star of gas are nothing but motion. Change is certain." What I could only describe as "fly laughter" came from this tiny creature as he smashed into my side window as fast as a fly could, I would presume. Lifeless on my dashboard, I didn't see a dead fly but saw the universe shifting.

Time Travel:
During lunch, an old man with a familiar face was staring strangely at me with a twisted smile and for a minute he was me time traveling from the past with an urgent message. He said nothing but he didn’t have to because I was sure this was my 3rd attempt at telling myself something about the future that is better not known.

One Minute Storytelling

I decided to keep myself in the habit of writing more often by introducing a series of posts called one minute storytelling. I will come up with mini stories that will allow the reader to question reality and how our mind works.