"Original Essays, SHORT-Short Stories....etc."

I hope that's me in the lower gif... not the upper one. 🤣

For Mama and PITA diobolic Dio 😒      😄😉.....

                             


                                                          "The Return"


           The large He Wolf lay beside the grave, under the cool shade of the surrounding trees. The wilder greenbelt behind the city park at the edge of Darktown, offered solitude, and he had taken advantage of it. Hours he spent dozing, dreaming and grieving. Finally when the sun began the descent to the distant horizon, he felt rested enough to rise. There was hunting to be done. And he left.

           Coyote had been there with him during all those hours, watching. Unseen and unscented, laying low in a nearby thick clutch of brush, not too far from the front of the grave. His eyes followed the wolf as he ambled away from the greenbelt, and back into the edge of Darktown. The Coyote then looked back to mound of grave. He would remain here...waiting. For 3 days. He would go eat and drink when he needed to, but most of his time would be spent guarding here....and waiting for what was to come next.....




                                                                The third day.

           The sun was on the rise. The street lights turned off, Tat was up and on the move, and the store owner came to open up shop. Coyote opened his eyes at the feel of the Creator's golden orb's warmth and the sound of His littler thing's birdsong and chittering. He looked to the small burial ground first, yawning and thinking,

"I'm hungry....she'll be hungry too."

                                        He got up and went on a quick breakfast hunt.



           The shallow mound of dirt began to move minutely. Something from beneath was beginning to mole up to the surface. A few hours had passed, and Coyotl was back. Laying at the grave side, he noisily relished in having a good chew and gnaw of rabbit meat and bone. Beside him was another rabbit and 2 large old Gatorade bottles, with no labels, filled with water.

           He devoured the meat contently and sucked succulent marrow from the broken bones. His eyes never leaving the spot of ground where fingers were clawing through to an urgent emergence. The fingers and whole hand came up. He kept watching. The wrist and then the arm, as the other hand came breaking through and clawing at the loose dirt.

            Dartania's head came gasping up when both arms, splayed out on the grave top, braced and shoved down to push up hard with immense strength, hoisting her head and shoulders through and out. Her legs were frantically at work as well. Still Coyote watched eating his breakfast. She managed to get a foothold, down there somewhere, while choking and coughing out dry earth, and flew upward from the grave to mid thigh. For a moment she looked like a beautiful, filthy sea creature breaching up through the waves of soil she flung everywhere. Coyote chuckled at the sight, narrowing his eye lids and lowering his throat to cover the last remains of his morning meal...







(DIO, the story is already written in my head, just need to get it into type.
I'm sure I will finish this short today, so don't b!tch or whine, bub.🤨 😉)

...my mama has gone 'all DIO' on me! 😄

I was talking to her the other day and we were catching up on all our news.

I told her we've started the 'sign up'.
(Now remember, she doesn't know how all this stuff works. 😉)

And she says,
"Oh good! How are you going to bring 'Dartania' back?" 

Lol, I explained to her that wasn't the way it works,
that we'll doing a brand new story.
She said that was fine and great,
but she wasn't having that ending to last year's story! 😂

 I have to write something to bring Dartania back for poor Mack, and Tat.😄
She said that I had left 'hope' in that epilogue.

I said, "...okay mom." 😊
(I have never seen my mother so enthused about fiction!)

.....and I was thinkin',

"Oh damn.
Dio has become my mama's spirit animal
and been talking to her in her dreams or sumthin'!" 

😆   😂   

...my mama has gone 'all DIO' on me! 😄

I was talking to her the other day and we were catching up on all our news.

I told her we've started the 'sign up'.
(Now remember, she doesn't know how all this stuff works. 😉)

And she says,
"Oh good! How are you going to bring 'Dartania' back?" 

Lol, I explained to her that wasn't the way it works,
that we'll doing a brand new story.
She said that was fine and great,
but she wasn't having that ending to last year's story! 😂

 I have to write something to bring Dartania back for poor Mack, and Tat.😄
She said that I had left 'hope' in that epilogue.

I said, "...okay mom." 😊
(I have never seen my mother so enthused about fiction!)

.....and I was thinkin',

"Oh damn.
Dio has become my mama's spirit animal
and been talking to her in her dreams or sumthin'!" 

😆   😂