For reasons obscure even to me, I occasionally become fixated on anthropomorphic eggs falling off walls. However, if memory serves, this is the first one where I attempted (not very successfully) to have the character look like he's actually starting to slip off the wall instead of being firmly ensconced atop it. The reason he seems either unaware of his plight or is indifferent to it is because it's hard to decipher the emotions of an egg. It's even harder to refrain from making puns about how hardboiled and scrambled his personality and thoughts must be, even though he is only a shell of his former self. Still, I'll refrain from writing such rotten puns, although the baser part of my nature keeps egging me on.
Wednesday, July 1, 2026
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Crossroads
The sunrise was now far behind him. His journey was drawing to its end. The sunset in front of him filled the sky. The memories of things be...
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The old man sat down next to me on the dune. We watched in silence as the waves lapped the shore and I hoped he would not break the spell by...
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The sun was beginning to set by the time I eluded my final pursuer. Having a moment to rest, I studied my surroundings. I had never been ...
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There's nothing to this. It's merely the result of spending some time in the company of a pencil when neither of us had much to say.
